"No, please, Kitten, no."
He was trying to pull back from her hand but the strap around his hard dick would not let him. Turning, she handed the cup to Sir Brendan, then held up the little piece of ginger in front of Cunt's face. "Smell it, Cunt. Don't you just love the smell of freshly peeled ginger? Always makes me think of Chinese food. Can never get enough of it."
He shook his head, whispering, "No, no, no," over and over.
Kitten grabbed his shaft and pulled one side of the head with her thumb while rubbing the ginger over it. Then she pushed it into the tip. Cunt's head fell back and the no's got louder.
I could still see a small bit of the ginger sticking out of the top of his cock when Kitten stepped back and slapped his shaft. His eyes were tearing up and he was shaking hard.
"Oh, gawd! Take it out, Kitten. Take it out, it's burning."
"No, Cunt, not yet," she said as she moved to sit down next to Sir Brendan.
If I thought Cunt had wiggled before, I was wrong. His ass was moving and his cock was jumping up and down. The sound of rattling chains filled the air. I saw him fight to control his body, but it was a losing battle.
Sir Brendan spoke in a whisper to Kitten, "When I'm ready to end the scene, I grab my favorite crop, and apply a stream of steady whacks to his nuts. That last bit of pain will make him shoot his wad for sure."
Cunt was extremely animated, begging Mistress Kitten to take out the plug and ginger twig, to stop the burning as she rose to collect the crop. Standing to the left of him she applied it several times to his balls. He was dancing in his restraints pulling hard to avoid the sensations running through him. All of a sudden his head fell back and his groans and whimpers turned into a loud long moan. The ginger twig shot out as he came. Kitten continued to apply the crop to his balls till he was spent.
"Tsk, tsk, Cunt, what a mess you have made," Kitten replied as a look of embarrassment crossed Cunt's face. "You came with out permission, now you will have to clean it up. Sir Brendan, will you help me undo Cunt's wrists please."
Sir Brendan had stood when Cunt started to cum, then moved over to release Cunt from the cuffs.
"Kneel, Cunt," Kitten ordered, as she grabbed his collar. His feet and cock were still in their restraints. She pushed his head down toward the floor. "It's your mess, now clean it up. Every drop of it, start licking it up, now."
Cunt lowered his head to do as he was told, and Kitten applied the crop to his up turned ass. Sir Brendan came over and whispered something in Master's ear at which point he stood and we left the room.
CHAPTER 20
Sir Brendan led us over to the couches and sat down. He had a look of determination in his eyes as he began. "You know I am very fond of Kitten. I feel she has great potential as a Dommie. I know you have taken her in and made her a part of your family."
Master listened and nodded with each of Sir Brendan's statements. "I know you believe in encouraging all to be the best that they can. Therefore what I propose is that you give Kitten to me to train as a Dominatrix."
My eyes darted back and forth between Master and Sir Brendan. This came as a great surprise to me, but Master just smiled more broadly before saying, "I wondered how long it would take you to get around to asking me. Kitten is a wonderful switch, but I know its not her true calling, have known it for some time. When you asked us up here, I started thinking about asking you to do the remainder of her training. I can only train her so far, and you have much more in the way of resources at your command. I needed to see how you two worked together. She responses well to your guidance and I know she adores topping Cunt. How will the girls react to another, no wait, two more females in the house?"
Sir Brendan, chuckled, "The girls already like her, and they will worship the ground she walks on because of how she handles Cunt. This idea has been running through my mind since the new one came to me. I'd like to have Kitten train her. We can use Stacy as Kitten's project so to speak."
Master held my hand and said, "Baby, look at me." I turned to search his face. "You may speak freely. Tell me what you think of this."
I swallowed hard. "I think it would be a wonderful opportunity for Kitten. She was telling me of her life on the drive up here and most she just skimmed over until it came to her tale of her visit here. Then as she told of it, I believe she was reliving every moment in her mind. That Sir Brendan knew her beloved Master was also a plus. He trusted Sir Brendan enough to bring her here for what she warmly calls her night of 'Firsts.' I have never seen her so much in control as when she dealt with Cunt. I know we will miss her, Master, but I think this is Kitten's next step to being the person You and Sir Brendan know she can be."
Master took me in his arms and hugged me tight, "That's my, Baby. You put it just right. So the question is how should we break the news to Kitten. She's been passed around so much in her short life. I don't want her to feel I'm pushing her off on you, Sir Brendan."
"Ah, not to worry there…" He stopped when the door to the red roomed open, Kitten walked out with Cunt crawling neatly on a leash at her side.
His head was down when they stopped in front of us and Kitten offered the leash to Sir Brendan. "Thank you very much for the use of your slave, Sir Brendan. It was most enlightening."
Without taking the leash, Sir Brendan motioned her to sit. "Enlightening how, my dear?"
Kitten took the seat next to him still holding Cunt's leash in her hand. "Well, I see that I would like to continue in the genre of study. I find I have so much more to learn. Cunt demonstrated defiance and a war of wills that I find very invigorating."
Sir Brendan turned to Master and me, to flash his brilliant smile before clearing his throat. "Kitten, we were just discussing your future and I have a proposition to place before you."
"Yes?" she said as her eyes locked on to Master's.
Master smiled and pointed to Sir Brendan, "Let him tell you, only know that you have the to right to turn it down if any of it doesn't suit your wants and needs, Kitten."
Sir Brendan took her hand and began, "Kitten, I would like you to come to live with me." She straightened, and started to say something, but he raised his finger to her lips, "Hear me out before you comment. Madam." She eyed him warily as he continued. "I do not wish you to come here as a slave, a submissive, nor a switch. If you come to live with me, I will expect you to take on Dominatrix responsibilities. You will be responsible for training Stacy." He pointed over to the cage. "You will be treated with the respect you have earned thus far, and the respect you will gather as you train."
Cunt was still kneeling at her feet and she reach one hand over to caress his head as she listened to Sir Brendan. "Cunt and the girls are my responsibility. However, your word," he looked directly into Cunt's eyes. "will be an extension of mine. None who have passed through this house has shown me the traits I have found in you. Would you come to stay with us and help round out my household." He raised her hand to his lips and kissed it.
Tears brimmed in Kitten's eyes and she blinked hard to hold them back. "That's the nicest proposal I have ever received, Sir Brendan. You are willing to take me under your wing and train me?"
"Yes."
She turned to Master and me as she continued, "With your permission, I would like to take the post Sir Brendan has offered."
Master and I nodded in unison. She jumped up and threw herself into our arms and hugged us both tight. Tears fell freely as she whispered how much she loved us, and thanked us for the care we had given her. Master handed her his hanky and she wiped her eyes. Standing up she moved in front of Sir Brendan and reached out her hand. "I accept your fine offer, and will do my best to meet and exceed your expectations for me, Sir Brendan."