1. From Kitty With Love


    Date: 3/10/2016, Categories: BDSM, Author: smiler77, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    hung it on the door-frame and been plucking and brushing imaginary pieces of fluff from it each time he passed. The tipping point had been when she smelt his best aftershave, her favourite, the one he wore rarely and especially for her. "Oh Kitty, don't sulk, Daddy will bring you back something special," he had said when he heard her huffing and puffing. She'd climbed onto his lap then, for a cuddle as he was about to leave, his leather overnight bag beckoning him from it's position by the front door. As master was stroking her fondly, and telling her how dull the event would be, she was counting to five in her head, or rather counting down from five, counting down to her atrocious act. It took a few moments for the warmth and realisation to hit him, as she emptied her bladder all over him. She'd never seen him as mad before or since. "You dirty little bitch!" he hissed, horrified and genuinely shocked, as he threw her to the floor in disgust. She had immediately retreated with a scarper to her cage for her own safety, and the days that followed were misery at it's very worst. Yet, with the Christmas preparations in full swing, Lucy grew quietly excited. Master had filled every inch of the dining table with more festive goodies than the pair of them could ever hope to eat.She wondered whether other people's efforts were as lavish and told herself that their Christmas was far more extravagant than anyone else's! "We have friends visiting this evening, so you must behave ...
    impeccably," he warned Kitty sternly. She envisaged them all sipping wine and discussing the imminent day. Never in her head could she have imagined what master had in mind. After tea, master drew his Kitty a steaming scented bubble bath. He soaped her generously and applied an almond conditioning treatment to her fine mane of dark hair. Then he asked Kitty to stand so that he could first shave her legs and then her pussy. He took his time, careful not to cut his little pet. He calmly worked his way meticulously right up to the top of her inner thighs, ignoring her quickening breath, and the straining in his pants. He quite deliberately, for the time being at least, ignored the temptation of his kitty's pussy. Despite the scent of the Dove soap, the sweet aroma of her arousal was tangy and obvious, but he'd promised himself he'd save his little kitty for later. Lucy's legs were as smooth as they'd ever been. Master carefully glided the pink razor over the flower-fold creases of her playground, using his fingers to make sure her secret pink was safely concealed. His fingers were immediately aware of the pool of juices lingering there. He resisted the urge to suck them into his mouth, knowing there would be no way back from that. The familiar contours of her delicate and Venus-like mound were beautiful to Master. He so loved to visit there and play, but alas, now was not the time. His precious little Kitty would enjoy entertaining Master and his friends later. She was such an adoring ...
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