Hushed whispers between the other female executives told me to join this club. They promised it would push me outside of my comfort zone and give me the adventure I craved. I rolled my eyes at their dramatics but completed the application. The passcode arrived a month later.
I hurried to the non-descript front door and punched in the numbers sent to me on a keypad. The door clicked open, and I was alone in a small lobby. I looked around for a clerk of some kind. I knew that my appointment was for this evening and I wasn’t late. I walked over to a small table pushed against a wall. A little blue sign in a bowl of fortune cookies was the only indication that people were welcome in the otherwise dark and foreboding room.
The sign read: Choose one. Read more
Each sting on my skin tethered me to this world keeping the black void just out of reach. Heat flooded my ass as his voice cut into my flickering consciousness.
“Twenty more. Count for me, kitten. Twenty more. Ready?”
I felt my head bob in agreement as if an invisible puppetmaster released the tension on my neck.
“Are you sure, kitten?”
Twenty. I could do twenty. Air filled my lungs. I allowed my body to relax, and I closed my eyes. I didn’t have to think. I simply had to feel.
The whoosh of the belt came quickly and I yelped, “One.”
I breathed numbers in the off beats as he found his mark. My body took each stroke and absorbed the sting as my yelps increased in volume.
“Eight. Nine. Ten…ughn!”
My voice wobbled, and he paused. I felt his hand rub circles on my ass as he allowed me a brief intermission. Errant fingers trace the wetness of my slit, and I mewled in wanting as felt his hard cock bump against the back of my thigh. Owned. The word flashed through my mind as I let go of the last piece of human thought before becoming his pet. The sting of the belt began again. Soon the spoken numbers jumbled into guttural mewing and his voice began to replace mine. Twenty. The belt clattered to the floor, he wrapped my trembling body in his embrace and tipped my head back for a kiss. My inner fire swelled into animal wanting. He pulled me back into position by my leash, and the restriction of the collar made me pant for a good breath. He grinned at me like a wolf baring his teeth to the rabbit. When he was satisfied with my posture, he stroked my back while easing the pressure on my throat. I purred and arched low so that I was open to him. Thick fingers filled my ache then he allowed me to lick my wetness with dainty tongue flicks.
“Mmmmm there’s my kitten.”
I felt him kneel on the bed behind me.
He grabbed my tender ass and dug his fingers into the crimson flesh before sinking balls deep into me. The pain blinded me, but the forceful strokes of his cock in my kitty cunt made me yowl for more. He pumped me hard until my thighs were slick. The headboard banged against the wall in rhythm, and our wedding photo was knocked askew. He grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my head back. I yowled as my body spasmed in waves of orgasm forcing me to buck wildly against his cock. I felt him swell and flood my pussy as he howled in the release. He pulsed and twitched inside me. His body went slack and fell next to me. He roughly pulled me to him, and I felt his heart pound against my back.
“Good kitten,” he whispered before giving the ribbon holding my mask in place a tug. I watched the lacy silhouette of a kitten float to the floor through sleepy eyes as I curled against my love.