I could feel it coiling in my chest as I drove through traffic. The anger, the pressure, the general hate of everything around me. It was building up to a boiling point again and I knew I had to do something about it soon or I was likely to lose my temper at the wrong time. It’s happened too many times before and cost me a lot in my life; relationships, jobs, fines... my temper tended to rule me too much if I didn’t have proper outlets.

Stuck at another traffic light I grabbed up my phone and quickly scrolled through my contacts. I glanced at the light periodically as I tapped out a simple message:

I need a session.

Not want. It’s never about what I want, it’s what I need.

I toss the phone aside as the light turns green and traffic starts moving again. I already feel a little bit better knowing I’m keeping control of the situation. I won’t let my anger rule me. I won’t break and shout at someone who maybe didn’t really deserve the brunt of it but happened to trigger it. The phone chimes that I have a message, but I’m driving right now so it will have to wait.

Twenty minutes later I finally pull into my driveway. I turn off the car and throw my keys and phone in my purse to head inside. I have things to get done first. The message can wait.

Dinner and dishes, straightening the house and finishing up the chores for the day all done, I finally sit on the couch with phone in hand, ready to catch up on my social life. I remember the unread message and check it first.

Whenever you’re ready.

My insides warm with relief. Of course. It isn’t like her to keep me waiting.

I will be there in one hour. I type in quickly and leave the phone on the table to go prepare.

I shower and brush my teeth because I like to be clean and hygiene is important. Then I throw on some fancy underwear and a bra to match and cover those with old jeans and an unimpressive t-shirt. Drying my hair takes too long and I hate the way it feels when it’s been blow dried, so I just towel it off a few more times before throwing it in a ponytail. She won’t care if my hair is wet anyway. Shoes and socks, my purse, and last but not least, a plain little duffle bag that sits out of sight until I need it – already packed up with the essentials, and I’m out the door.

The drive to meet her is always the worst. Knowing what’s coming and eager to get there it’s a fight not to speed. The police travel this route quite often and I’ve had a few too many speeding tickets just from my eagerness to see her. It was a hassle. It would make me late. So I keep to the speed limit and obey the laws of traffic, aching with each minute that passes sitting at a red light or waiting my turn to go.

When I turn into the driveway, I note that there are no other vehicles here. Either I’m early or she’s left her car somewhere else. Annoyance at the idea that she might be running late tightens the anger still sitting in my chest. She had better not be late.

I turn off the car, grab my duffle bag and lock my purse in the trunk. I toss the keys into an empty pocket in the duffle as I walk to the door, brooding and annoyed that I’ll have to wait.

The door is unlocked as usual and I let myself in, heading for the basement. I flip on the light as I go.

“You’re early,” that familiar, sweet voice greets me.

I look up from my hateful glare at the floor to see her sitting in a chair not too far from me. She’s wearing heels and a lovely red corset to match, and nothing else. A smile pulls at the corners of my mouth as I look her over. Hair in perfect curls and done up in an old pinup style, makeup simple but striking. She had dressed for me. She knew without asking exactly what I wanted. My heart raced for just a moment and I licked my lips before speaking.

“I thought you were going to be late.”

“For you? Never.”

I drop the duffle bag on the table where it belonged. She would unload it later.

“I appreciate that,” I purr softly as I begin to undress.

“I know you do.”

I fold my jeans and t-shirt, leaving them on the table beside the duffle, my shoes and socks pushed underneath. I stand in only a lacy, black thong and the matching bra that is only for show; it offers no support for my D-cup breasts, but I like how it looks.

I turn to face the beautiful redhead waiting so patiently for me and my smile grows. “I’m ready.”

She stands from her plush chair and walks to me; sauntering, her breasts threatening to pop free from the top of her tight corset with every breath she takes. “Then let’s begin,” she whispers, trailing a finger down my chest, between the clefts of my breasts making me shiver.

She walks past me to the duffel I had left on the table. I don’t look, but I can hear, and I know what she is doing. She unzips the first pocket and draws out rolls of black flex tape. Three usually does the trick. Then she goes into the second pocket and pulls out the various accessories I’ve stored there.

Her steps are light as she walks up behind me. She reaches over my head and slides a band into my hair. It has begun.

“Sit,” she commands, and I sink to the floor. She pets my head as she walks around in front of me, a devilish smile on her painted lips. She had been looking forward to this too, I can see it in her eyes.

Kneeling before me she grabs my left leg and begins taping it. We use black because we like it, because it fits me and my personality. As the flex tape spirals around my toes and up my leg I feel myself starting to give in and I love it. She is making me, changing my roll, and putting me into the one she want’s me to fill. The same goes for the right leg with the tape stopping just below my knees. Then it’s my hands. With my fingers curled into my palms each hand and arm are wrapped as well. I’m no longer human. No longer able to use my hands. The relief that brings is almost pure bliss.

“Table,” she commands, and I move to my hands and knees.

I crawl to the padded table in the center of the room, then climb on. The tape is tight around my limbs, but not uncomfortable. It helps me remember I’m not human. I’m an animal and will act as such.

“Good girl,” she praises and runs a hand from my head, down my back, and over my ass – dragging the thong down with her fingers. I shift with every light touch until the unwanted garment is gone, leaving me completely exposed. “It’s been a while since I’ve seen you,” she hums, fingers tracing but hardly touching my ass and pussy. “I think we should clean up before we start.”

With a soft pat to my butt cheek she walks away again, and my whole body tingles with anticipation. Her return is marked with cold slickness dripped between my ass cheeks and I gasp. She chuckles and it is a devious sound.

“You’re so sensitive! Tonight is going to be so much fun.” Her hand returned and rubbed the cold lube all over my butt, then one finger slowly slid inside my ass and I shivered. “Eager too. You really did need my attention, didn’t you kitten?”

I moan softly, dropping my head and bowing my back to open further to her. She doesn’t disappoint as another finger slides into my ass and she begins to stroke my insides. It’s so good! Oh, but I want so much more. I whimper and squirm, my way of begging, as she continues to tease me with only two fingers. I know she’s grinning, watching how desperately I want more and knowing I will only have it when she decides to give it.

The torture doesn’t last long. Her fingers vanish and something else replaces them. I can’t see what she’s using – she likes the mystery and the way it makes me shiver as I try to figure it out by touch alone. It’s thin, metal, more wide than round. She sinks it deep into my ass and then it begins to spread. I moan with appreciation at the slow pace as she widens the speculum. I may be able to stretch quite far, but the time between sessions means it takes a slow pace to get there without causing damage. She stops before it’s opened fully; the stretch isn’t what she’s after tonight it seems.

She’s still moving but I don’t feel anything at the moment. She must be setting something else up. I hear a dull thud of a bucket behind me on the floor and my mind races. She doesn’t give me much time to think it through as I feel something else slide inside me past the opening of the speculum. It slithers deeper and deeper inside me and then warmth spreads through my belly as water begins to flow. So that’s what she meant by “clean up”.

I love the feeling of the water filling me and rushing out. There’s nothing I can do to stop it held open like this, and I hear it pour into the waiting bucket. The smell lets me know that the water is far from clean too.

“You’ve been stressed, kitten,” she hums, rubbing my lower back as she pumps the enema hose inside me; pushing it deeper and pulling it back before pushing further. I can only moan my agreement. “That’s okay. I’ll take care of it. You’ll be a puddle by the time I’m done. Too tired to even crawl, I promise.”

I give a needy whimper. Please, I beg silently, please use me all up until I’m completely empty. That is what I need; to be completely empty in every way.

When the water stopped, I wasn’t sure how much time had passed, but I knew I was disappointed that it was over. She pull the hose and patted my rear until my butt was more down than up and she left me that way; still spread open and draining whatever was left inside into the bucket on the floor. At first, I didn’t mind. There was always a bit of a rest in transition as she prepared whatever was to come next, but it kept going. I was crouched on the padded table, spread open, burning with need, and left untouched. I was getting annoyed and that wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t meant to feel anything but what she wanted me to feel. Why would she leave me like this to get annoyed?

I shifted back and forth, looking for some sort of pressure to enjoy but there was nothing except the speculum that was starting to slide out of me. I froze. If it fell, she would be angry. But maybe I wanted her to get angry! Maybe I didn’t want to be left alone like this and I wanted her to get mad so she would have to come back! I wiggled more with intent now.

I yelped as the metal was shoved back inside me. There she was.

“What are you doing, kitten?” She demanded.

I hissed at her. Kittens didn’t speak after all.

I didn’t have time to think about what was happening as she grabbed my hair and shoved my head onto the table, something hard pressing across my neck, under my jaw. I heard something click and I couldn’t move! My head was trapped pressed against the table, the bar across my neck pressing almost too hard.

“Like it?” She asked as she watched me strain to see what was holding me down. “I installed it after the last time you decided to act like a feral bitch. I call it my taming bar.”

I hissed again, a small part of me thankful that it wasn’t difficult to breath, but I had few options for movement like this. If I tried to pull back, the bar pressed uncomfortably against my jaw, if I raised my ass, it made my neck hurt in a not fun way. I was pinned.

She glared at me, not liking my response at all it seemed. At that moment I didn’t care; I was annoyed and angry. I didn’t know what she was doing and that frustrated me.

“You’re not a kitten yet,” she scolded and stepped away.

It clicked at that moment that not only was I not fully in my subspace, but that I hadn’t finished the ritual from human to feline yet.

I knew what was coming next very quickly. I could smell it as she peeled the ginger root and I groaned. I didn’t mind the burn of the ginger, and I certainly loved the way it made me so very horny as the ginger soaked into my tender flesh, it’s what was coming with the figging that I didn’t like.

I had never been much into spanking or anything like it and she knew that. That’s why it was an effective punishment for me. I had displeased her, so she was going to enjoy herself at my cost.

The speculum was yanked free and the ginger root plunged into place with no warning or preparation. Its burn wasn’t immediate and she waited for it. I squirmed a little as the heat built around my asshole. It wasn’t intolerable but it stung. I tried to move enough to ease the worst of it, but there was no getting away from the burn. A moment later I felt her fingers on my pussy, pulling my lips wide apart and pressing something thin around my clit, then another piece right over it that she held there while the burn started. More ginger. I moaned, doing my best to stay still. If I moved too much and it fell, she would think of something worse. When she was satisfied with the level of burn she took away the piece she was holding on me. A moment later I heard the air woosh just before the paddle slapped my right ass cheek. I yelped loudly, then growled at the sting that followed.

“Ten for every hiss you gave me. I will tame you and you won’t be a feral bitch anymore.” She rubbed the red spot from the first swat. “And since you’re not a kitten yet, you can count. Do it.”

“Yes, Miss,” I groaned. Speaking was just as bad as the spanking to me. I hated speaking because it dragged me out of the bliss of subspace, which was the point I suppose. She didn’t want me to drop into that place where even pain was pleasure. Not until she was ready for me to be there.

“Alright. How many are you going to get?”

“Twenty, Miss.”

“And how many have I given?”

“One, Miss.”

“Very good. Let’s keep going.” The paddle came down again on my left cheek and I yelped again.

“Two, Miss,” I growled.

It came again and again, alternating sides as I counted out each swat. I wasn’t sure but I thought she was hitting harder each time too. All I know is my ass stung and my asshole burned. Tears came to my eyes, but I didn’t cry. I never cried. I was too strong for that. Miss said she would fix that someday, but today was not going to be that day.

“Fifteen, Miss!” My tone was full of anger, no pleading. “Sixteen, Miss!”

“You’re full of it today, pet,” Miss warned, though I heard amusement in her voice. “I’m going to take it all away.”

“Seventeen! Miss!” I dared her. Dared her to try and take everything in me away. I wanted her to do it, but I also wanted to fight it. I needed it taken from me, not to just give it up. “Eighteen, Miss!”

“I’ll make you my soft kitten again. You won’t even remember being this feral bitch!”

“Nineteen, Miss!”

“I’ll make you wish you never showed me your teeth.” The last hit didn’t strike my butt, but instead came down between my legs and slapped right over my pussy making me shout.

“Twenty, Miss!” I was breathing hard between clinched teeth, angrier than I had ever been with her. I knew she was doing it on purpose. She wanted me to be angry, I just didn’t understand why. Thinking too much was part of the reason I came to Miss, and she was usually very good at shutting me down. Why was today so different?

“Good girl,” she praised and despite my anger a shiver of joy slid up my spine for the words.

She walked away from me again, her heels clicking on the floor as she walked with pointed steps. I heard the paddle drop against the table and breathed with relief that that part was over. The ginger still burned but it was a nice distraction from the sting in my ass cheeks and now my pussy.

“I think we need to go deep today, pet. You’ve gotten too wild. Too free. You need to be reminded that you belong to me. Don’t you agree?”

This was the moment I could say no and there would be no punishment. Her asking me if I was willing to let her take everything from me, if I wanted it. “Yes, miss.” My teeth were still clinched, I was still ready to fight her, but I wanted it.

“Perfect,” she hummed happily.

Another moment passed with nothing, then she returned to her place behind me, running her hand over my sore and swollen ass. “Let’s continue.”

She slid the ginger root from my asshole, wiggling it for good measure as she did, then in went my plug. It was familiar and comfortable, the soft fur of my tail brushing my leg as she settled it home. One step further from being human, closer to becoming the animal I wanted to be.

I wiggled, hoping she would remove the bar and let me sit up. It was difficult to do anything in this position, but I suppose that’s the way she wanted it. I was helpless to resist anything and limited in my movements.

“Be still,” she ordered, her hands still running over my burning flesh. “I want to admire my work.”

I sighed heavily and settled as she asked. It was frustrating to have to be still when my pussy throbbed, and eager fluids ran down my thighs. I wanted more. I wanted it now. I tried to get some friction from the table, dipping my pelvis as low as I could, but it just barely rubbed against me and gave no friction at all. My slick juices had dribbled onto the table making it frustratingly smooth.

Miss slapped my sore flesh. “I said be still!”

I growled at the sting and frustration.

“Hush. This is going to be a long night. You might as well give into it.”

I gave a low groan. Long nights meant plenty of frustration and build up and didn’t always come with a release at the end.

Miss came around the table, a familiar, supple leather collar in her hand that she laid by my head. “You have to earn this tonight, kitten. When you earn it, I may reward you.”

I couldn’t stop the whimper that pushed forward. That collar was the last step to being the kitten I came here to be. I wanted that. I wanted her to take me as her little pet and treat me with all the affection it came with.

“Ferals don’t wear collars. They don’t get love. They don’t get fed. They’re too wild and untrustworthy. If you want to be my soft kitten again, you’re going to have to lose all this bite you’ve built up since our last session. Show me I can trust you and that you will be a good kitten.” She brushed her fingers through my still damp hair, and readjusted the band sporting the black kitten ears she had placed on me earlier. “I’ll be honest; when you texted me earlier, I didn’t realize it was this bad. You shouldn’t wait so long next time, kitten. It’s so much less painful if you let me take care of you before you get this far.”

Her words sank deep into my mind and started to unravel my confusion and frustration. She wasn’t being cruel just for fun, she was giving me what I needed to be undone all the way through. Miss always knew what I needed most, even when I didn’t know. That’s why I came to her.

The bar across my neck released and she guided me to sit with her hand on my chin. “I’m going to take everything away now,” she warned me. I gave a slight nod, trusting her even though I wasn’t sure what she was planning.

Stepping to the side of the table I was on, she lifted a blindfold. “Lean down.”

I did and let the soft fabric be secured around my eyes. She had it made for me with pads that set over my eyes ensuring I couldn’t see after the first time when she discovered I watched through the gaps by my nose. No more cheating, she assured.

Next came a rubber ball gag that was just slightly too big for my mouth and secured just a little too tightly. “I like it when you drool, pet,” she chuckled, knowing I would have no choice. “It makes me want to rip the wild right out of you.”

I moaned softly at her words.

“Last one,” she said before pressing something soft and waxy into my left ear. “You’ll only smell and feel from now until I decide you can have the others back,” she explained before pressing the same stuff into my right ear.

I was left in silence with no sense of what was to come next.

The anticipation was driving me wild. I couldn’t help but to try and look, useless as it was.

As I turned my head a sharp zap burned over my right side and I screamed. What was that? Of course I tried to move away from it, using a hand to try and push whatever it had been away, only for another burning zap to land on my other side. I jumped and screamed again. I tried to move forward, maybe I could get out of it’s reach. Another zap landed across the exposed upper flesh of my breasts, sending me flying backwards. Another zap on my bare belly. I flipped and tried to scramble away and received several more zaps over my back and butt. Finally I curled up, trying to protect all the most sensitive parts of my exposed flesh from any further attack. None came.

I panted with relief, saliva dribbling around the ball gag, running down my chin to the table. Miss’s hand touched my cheek and I flinched. She grabbed my chin and pushed me up to sitting again. I trembled, fearing more of the burning zaps would come, but they didn’t. At least not right away. I sat still for several minutes, waiting anxiously for what would come next. It seemed maybe Miss had left me, and I was to just sit isolated and cut off now. I turned my head trying to catch any muffled sounds through the plugs in my ears and was rewarded with another burning zap on my side. I yelped and turned my head forward again, bracing for another zap. Nothing came. It finally dawned on me what this was. I was meant to be still. No movement unless instructed or I would feel pain.

I drew in a deep breath to calm my racing heart and tried to stop the ragged panting. I could be still. If that’s what Miss wanted, then that’s what I would do.

I foolishly thought it would be that easy.

Minutes passed with nothing. No touch, no guidance, just me sitting with my knees bent and my ass planted on the table, taped hands propped in front of me to keep me upright. Being still was hard! My head began to droop, and there came another zap. An itch on my side made me bend, and there was another zap. This wasn’t about just being willing to stay still, it was about being still no matter what.

Just as I thought my mind would snap from trying to ignore all the imaginary tingles running over my body and forcing my muscles to hold up despite how tired and strained they were feeling, Miss ran her hand under my chin and guided me to lay on my belly, knees still tucked up at my side. Then her hands were on my ass, guiding me to lift. This position was much easier. I could hold this all night if that’s what she asked.

I felt her fingers against my pussy, feeling around until she fetched the strip of ginger I had forgotten was lodged there – its effects had stopped some time ago. Then came a pinch on my pussy lips. Then another. Then another. The pinches didn’t go away and soon I realized they were clips and she was lining my entire pussy with them. Everywhere there was flesh to clip to, there went another. It was slightly uncomfortable but nothing I couldn’t tolerate. When there was no room left, she stopped touching me and let me sit that way for several minutes. I tried to count in my head since I had nothing else to do; just some way of tracking the time when –

“Fuck!” I tried to scream past the gag in my mouth as all the clips were ripped off at once and I lurched forward. Another burning zap landed on my back and my head was pushed back to the table. I whimpered, resisting slightly as the ache in my pussy hadn’t eased yet. For that came a slap to my sore ass with the paddle. I growled at the sting but dropped my head back to the table. She started again, pinching clips all around my tender flesh and I tensed knowing what was going to come next. I wouldn’t move this time, I swore. I failed.

She repeated the torture again and again, every time I lurched forward. I couldn’t stop myself. It hurt! And each time she repeated it, it hurt even more. It was hard to stay still while she pinched the clips into place and that lead to a nearly steady stream of zap. Finally I dropped to the table feeling completely defeated. I was dizzy from lack of oxygen, drawing as much air through my nose as I could and sending spittle flying past the ball gag as it all rushed back out again. I was tired and my body hurt and tingled. I gave up. I couldn’t do it anymore.

Miss’s hands touched my back, covered in welts from the zaps, and they were soothing. She was using a cream, or a lotion and massaging the sore muscles around my shoulder blades and lower back. I whimpered helplessly as the tension eased but the pain from the zaps continued to sting.

One hand left my back and tugged at the strap for the ball gag. Soon it fell away and I could breathe again. She brushed my cheek and wiped away saliva, her hand gentle as could be and smelled of lilac and oil. This was a break. A moment to recover before everything continued. Miss knew my limits. She knew when to push and when to back off. I knew this night wasn’t over, but I was already feeling the affects she had intended for me. I wanted her touch, her kindness. I forgot my anger and frustration and relaxed under her hands. I was letting go of the control and she was taking it, little by little.

When I could breathe normally her hands left my skin, a quick slap to my sore backside reminding me what she had done and what she could do, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. I grunted and groaned as a fresh wave of annoyance rushed through me.

I curled my knees back under me, ready to take any position she asked. I waited patiently, unmoving and resigned to the possibility there would be nothing for a while. Then something warm and slick slid over my sopping pussy and I leaned into it with a hum of want. It was soft and offered no pressure even as I pushed back into it. Miss was lapping at my wetness! That sent another thrill through me. I loved it when she honored me with her mouth, when she gave me this most intimate attention. Maybe she was sorry she had taken that last part so far, or maybe she was softening me up for what was coming next, I didn’t know, and I didn’t care. I whimpered and squirmed to spread myself open for her, inviting her to have whatever she wanted. Unfortunately her tongue was gone far too soon for my liking and something else was pushing at me. Small and round at the tip, she slid it up and down my pussy a few times before it buzzed to life and she pushed it into my wet cunt. My muscles squeezed, trying to pull it in deeper as the vibrations shook through me.

Then Miss’s scent was in front of me. I felt the padding on the table move and she pushed me back until there was plenty of room for her. Then she was pushing my head down again and I started searching for the soft heat between her legs. I knew what she wanted right now, and I was confident in my ability to deliver. I licked and sucked at the folds of her pussy, then delved my tongue as deep into her wet heat as far as I could make it go – pressing my chest into the table to get a better angle. I could hear her muffled moans through the plugs in my ears and I wanted to draw out more. I wanted to hear her better. I worked every inch of her I could touch, gently rolling her clit between my teeth and flicking it with my tongue to make her moan louder. I lost myself in this task; in her salty taste and feminine scent that was only hers. The vibrations in my pussy only making me livelier as I searched for her satisfaction, in hopes that she would share it with me. She was getting close; I could feel it in the way her legs trembled around my head and I pushed for more. Just before I was sure of my success, she pulled away and yanked my head back by my ponytail. I heard her scream with pleasure – she had finished herself off, denying me that too.

“Miss,” I whined, my own voice muffled to my plugged ears. Her grip on my ponytail didn’t ease and she kept pulling back until I was sitting up straight; my taped hands couldn’t touch the table anymore. Had I done something wrong? Hadn’t she wanted me to eat her pussy to orgasm? Had I not done it the right way?

The vibrating bullet was yanked out of me and my vagina clinched hard for the loss. I whimpered again. I was so wet, so needy. I just wanted her to give me release but I knew that wasn’t coming.

She released her grip on my hair and left me again. I didn’t dare move, not even to put my hands down to help support myself. My knees were spread wide and my heels pushed into the plug in my ass. It wasn’t the worst pose.

I knew the flogger the moment its tails slapped across my tits. I gasped at the sting but didn’t scream. Not this time. I bared through several more lashings before they stopped; and that only lasted long enough for her to remove my bra. The flogging continued, the tips of the tails snapping repeatedly over my nipples, drawing pained whimpers from me. They were so sensitive, and I hated having them messed with. I had definitely done something wrong and Miss was punishing me again. I bit my lip to keep from shouting at her, the anger coming back. I wanted to demand what I had done wrong, but I wouldn’t get an answer. Only more punishment would come from that. So I endured, staying as motionless as I could until she was satisfied with her punishment. My breasts had to of been as red as my ass by the time she finished. Bruised and burning.

Miss’s fingers were suddenly in my mouth, pushing my jaw open wide. The taste of Miss’s favorite phallic toy touched my tongue and I tried to relax my mouth and throat as quickly as I could. She fucked my mouth with it for several minutes, only shoving it deep enough to go down my throat once she was sure I was completely relaxed. Even angry Miss cared. I choked on the silicon dick for several seconds before she pulled it out of my mouth again. I gasped for air but didn’t dare move; sitting tall with my mouth gaping. I was feeling dizzy all over again. A minute later the dick was in my mouth again, this time salty and covered in Miss’s taste. She had fucked herself with it before going back to fucking my mouth with it. She shoved it down my throat again, leaving it there until I was sure I was going to suffocate before pulling it out again. I couldn’t stop myself from falling forward on my hands. It felt like the world was spinning all around me and I was going to fall off.

The flogger came back, this time across my back to leave matching marks. It barely hurt; I felt numb and dizzy. I thought maybe I would pass out, but I didn’t. She shoved my head back to the table and pushed my ass into the air. Something else pushed into my vagina, penetrating me slowly. It was big! Just at the edge of my limit to take, and it just kept going in! I whimpered and pushed against it. I wanted more! Miss began pumping the huge dildo in and out of me slowly. Too slowly. It was another form of torture. Using me without giving me any kind of satisfaction. I squirmed and tried to move, tried to speed up the pace, but the more I moved, the slower she went until the huge fake cock was just sitting inside me and not moving at all. I stilled hoping that Miss would resume even the slow torture, but she didn’t. Instead I felt ropes coiling around my thighs and waste and I knew that this rubber dick was meant to stay right where it was until Miss chose to remove it. She tied the ropes tight enough to let me know this wasn’t for my pleasure, but for hers. Several times around my thighs and across my hips, then draped over my ass and pussy. A harness for the dildo that would not move again for I had no idea how long. I moaned with frustration and got a slap on my ass for the protest.

Miss grabbed my hair again and pulled my head a few inches up, then pushed it down again, but not all the way. I smelled water and tentatively lapped at the cold liquid. I felt the rim of the bowl touch my nose and knew this was my water dish. This was a dish she let me use as her soft kitten. I was making progress! I lapped at the water until she took it away again. Her hand in my hair pulled me forward, only pausing long enough to let me climb safely from the table and get to my hands and knees. She led me by my hair, not the leash she would usually have used. So I had made progress, but I wasn’t there yet. I sighed with disappointment as I crawled across the floor, the dildo strapped into my cunt shifting awkwardly with every sway of my hips and reminding me that there was no release in the near future for me.

My hair was released but her hand on my head pushed me to keep moving forward. My knee scraped over a thin metal bar as I crawled onto a thin cushion. My cage. I knew this place well; a safe place where I could rest and wait for Miss to be ready for me again. I didn’t hesitate to shuffle around into the most comfortable position I could manage in my current state. My ass, tits, and back all stung and the large dildo in my vagina kept rubbing against the plug in my ass uncomfortably. I settled on my side with my knees tucked close and my arms resting under my head. I didn’t know how long Miss would leave me here, and without being able to see or hear her, I knew that was how she wanted it.

I must have slept. I’m not sure, but I felt a hand on my arm shaking me and there was a puddle of drool on my arm. For a moment I was confused. Everything was dark and I couldn’t hear anything. I tried to get up and smacked my head on the top of the cage. I cussed and tried to rub my head, only to remember my hands were taped and my memory came flooding back. I groaned as a hand grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the cage door. I crawled stiffly, the dildo in my pussy sliding from side to side as I moved seeking Miss’s leg to rub against. I was sore and I wanted affection and relief from it all.

Miss’s fingers in my ears soon gifted me with the ability to hear. “Was your night good, my pet?”

I whined in answer.

“You slept hard. I almost thought you wouldn’t wake for me.” Her hand on my head gave me a moment of affection. “We’re almost done, kitten. You’ve almost earned your collar back.”

I gave her a plaintive whimper. I wanted my collar back. I wanted the easy motions of pet and master again. I wanted to curl up in Miss’s lap and have her pet me with that soft smile she wore.

“Back on the table, kitten.”

She guided me back to the table and I climbed on slowly. I knew some of the strikes from the flogger must have cut flesh because my back and tits stung some as I stretched to climb. I groaned at the sting but moved into position.

“Head down, ass up like the horny kitten you are.”

I took the pose quickly. The position tightened the ropes and pushed the dildo deeper inside me and I gave a little wiggle. Miss laughed. I loved her laugh.

The ropes loosened under Miss’s deft hands and soon fell away. She gave the dildo another push deeper inside me before she pulled it back, then pushed it in again. My pussy squelched wetly, I had spent the whole night sopping wet and the fluids dripped all around the dildo as it pushed in and pulled out. She kept the tortuously slow pace for several minutes, ensuring that I was completely miserable and under her control. Then she started to move faster and harder, pulling the fat dildo almost completely out before shoving it as deep as she could make it go, rocking my whole body with the force.

I cried out and moaned, mewling loudly for more as my hips rocked to match her rhythm. I felt heat coiling in my crotch as the pleasure was quickly mounting to release.

“Don’t you dare cum until I tell you you can,” Miss warned, slamming the dildo deep and picking up the pace further.

I wasn’t sure how long I could hold out. I was desperate for release and I felt it coming. I begged silently for her to command me to cum for her, to let me let go and feel that pleasure rush through me. She didn’t give it, pumping the dildo as fast and as hard as she was able and drawing every pathetic sound from me, she could.

I was going to cum. She hadn’t given me permission and I was going to cum! I panted and whined, making every desperate sound I could to tell her I couldn’t stop myself. I bit my lip, bit my tongue, dug my nails into my palms to give me some distraction.

My vision began to swim, and my legs shook with the impending orgasm.

“Cum for me, my pet,” she whispered softly in my ear.

I screamed, every muscle in my body tightening as I came undone. I orgasmed so hard that I saw stars in the blackness of the blindfold over my eyes. I felt my body fall, but didn’t register it until Miss was holding me in her arms, rocking me gently and petting my head.

“What a good girl you are,” she hummed softly. “So obedient, so loyal. You are my soft kitten, aren’t you?”

I gave a soft sound that came out more of a squeak than anything else and Miss laughed.

I felt the cool leather of my collar as she slid it around my neck and buckled it into place. Relief filled me so completely I was certain I could cum again right then and there if she asked me to.

The blindfold left my eyes and I was dazed by the bright lights around us. It was still the basement. Our play space. A place I came to when the outside world was just too much for me and where my Miss took everything away. All the stress and anger and choice. She gave me everything I needed, and she took care of me like a cherished pet once I was broken in properly, and that’s what I wanted. But I could never have the comfort without the tearing down. It just didn’t work that way. I needed to lose all the fight and all the weight of running my own life before I could relax into the roll of Miss’s soft kitten.

She held me and ran her fingers through my hair several times, waiting for me to be ready to move again.

“It’s time for a bath, kitten. Let me take care of you now.”

I offered a soft mew of acceptance and let her guide me to the shallow tub at the far side of the basement. She ran warm water from the tap and used a sponge to clean my body while I stood on hands and knees. Her touches were gentle and lingered over every cut and bruise just long enough to let the heat soak in and ease the pain a little. The soap she used was floral scented and reminded me of a warm spring morning. My mind was at peace as she continued to bathe me; no demanding thoughts, no questions, no fears. This was the benefit of being broken down. The peace of mind that followed was better than drugs or alcohol.

The tape around my arms and legs loosened under the warm water and she carefully unwound it; checking my arms and legs for any damage from the long-term wear. I was tender but nothing that wouldn’t go away in a few hours.

She eased the tail plug from my ass, washing it before she set it aside and then cleaned my holes. Her fingers went where the sponge would not and I liked that too.

The last thing to go was the head band with the ears. With those gone I was no longer the kitten and ready to face another day as a woman.

Miss took my hand and stood with me, making sure I was steady on two feet before she guided me out of the shallow tub and to the table with my duffel bag on it. I gathered the fresh clothes from inside and began to dress while Miss sat beside me on the table and watched.

“That was an intense one, kitten. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I say softly, my voice a little raw. “Thank you.”

Miss smiles and lets me finish dressing in peace.

When I’m done, we both collect the various toys from around the basement, make sure everything is cleaned properly and packed back in my duffel. Then we clean up the table, pushing it back to the wall and putting the pad covering it back into the closet along with the pad from the cage. The cage itself collapsed down and was easily tucked away, leaving the basement looking like a normal place and not the play space we used it for.

I look at Miss and note that she had abandoned the corset and heels for a nice sun dress. “You look nice.”

She smiles. “Thank you, kitten. It’s a nice day out.”

A grin spreads across my face and I reach an arm for her. I only pull her close when she steps within reach. “Should I take you out then? How’s breakfast?”

“Oh, kitten. It’s lunch time.”

I laugh and hug her tight. “Thank you for taking care of me.”

“Of course, that’s what I’m here for.”

With that the night is over, the session has passed. I grab my duffel and we walk up the stairs together as nothing more than two close friends. Nobody needed to know the truth of the basement.

Miss drew a finger over the collar still around my neck before we walked out the front door. “Overdressed, aren’t you?”

I touched the soft leather, a baby blue with white stitching. “No,” I shook my head. “I think I need it a little longer.”

Her eyes soften and her smile is understanding. “Of course, kitten.”