Message-ID: <15465eli$9809200542@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: xx x Subject: The Cat M^F cons sm (1st sm) Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980919222616.22432.rocketmail@send201.yahoomail.com> You may repost this or achive it as long as you don't make money out of it. This story includes some minor reform spellings. If you repost you must not change the spelling to trad spelling (if you want to post it with a more radical reformed spelling, go ahead). Johnny had really only entered the fetish shop to get out of the rain. Not that he hadn't been a good customer in the past. Many of his collection of straps and canes had cum from this very shop but there was a limit to how much one can usefully add to as collection. He had every type of cane from light springy ones that really stung to heavier ones that gave a deeper bite and a warm after glow - he really didn't need any more. None the less it would while away a pleasant half hour looking thru their stock. Then he saw the cat. It wasn't the first time the shop had stocked a cat but always before they had been flimsy apologies with strands no thicker than shoe laces - the type prostitutes chose so they could take a whipping from one client and hav little to show for it when they saw their next client an hour later. This was different. He picked it up and ran the strands over his hand. They were thick leather and over a centimeter wide. This would giv no token tingling but agonizing pain. He looked at the price. It was absurdly expensive but there was no question but that he would buy it. An hour latter he was getting off the train at his home railway station and the weather had changed as if to suit his good mood. The rain had gone and it was now turning into a warm summer evening. Instead of going home he decided to make for The Victoria, his local. There were only a few around so early but that few included Alice. It was easy to underestimate Alice. She was small with a pretty face, her nose turned upward at the tip, jet black cropped hair. But anyone who thought it would be easy to put one over on her would discover quickly her sharp temper. She was easy to underestimate, but not twice. But in Johnny's opinion her best feature was her rear. It was the one part of her that was not small and it seemed such a tragedy that it had never felt the cut of a cane or wriggled helplessly to escape the slap of a tawse. But such thoughts must remain fantasies, for Johnny had no illusions that Alice fancied him and indeed Johnny was a little scared of Alice. Alice was sitting on a bar stool sipping a Guinness. "Hi," said Johnny sitting down beside her. "How you doing." "Bored!" said Alice with vermence. "And you?" "Been up town shopping." "Can I see?" said Alice with her usual curiosity. Johnny hesitated only for the barest moment before handing her the bag. "Johnny, you perv!" exclaimed Alice. Several people started to stare but Johnny wasn't bothered. Alice probably didn't realize it but there was an enthusiasm in her voice that belied her words. "I didn't know you were into this sort of thing." "Sure," replied Johnny. "I'm the best." And then throwing caution to the winds, "As you would find out if you tried me. Shall I keep this cat specially to christen on you?" "You're a jerk Johnny." It wasn't her words, it was the look that went with it. Alice was famed for her looks. In a moment she could drain every last bit of your self worth. Johnny was expecting it yet that didn't prevent him being left with the feeling that he was something that a dogs turd would turn it's nose up at. But Johnny had also noticed the moment of hesitation in her eyes before she'd replied and the way she had dropped the cat as if it were red hot even tho she had been caressing it luvvingly only a moment before. So Johnny wasn't surprised when a few weeks latter, one Sunday afternoon, he answered the door to his flat to find Alice scowling at him. "You know why I'm here." she said simply. "Look, its OK, I'm not going to respect you less for being here. I think you'v got real guts to admit your desires to yourself." "Don't patronize me Johnny." said Alice walking past him and sitting down on the bed. "Fine, fine, I'll go back to the drool, drool, hey slutty Alice has cum round to be my luv slave." "At least that's honest." she said but Johnny could see she was smiling "How far do you want to go," he asked her. "I don't know." "Well with some people I take them gently at first. A gentle spanking working up to something harder so when the get the cane it doesn't hurt too bad, Or you can go in the deep end ...." Alice didn't say anything for moment or two but then she smiled. "You know damn well I'm not going to be able to resist going in at the deep end" "Reckon so. Tell you what. I'll tell you what I'm going to do next and if you say no then you can stay stop at any time and I will. But if you say nothing you'v got to take it all." "Sounds fair enough," "Good, now if you just take off your clothes and lie face down on the bed." "Is that necessary. I mean my shorts are really thin cotton - that's why I wore them." "If you're naked I can see if I'm marking you. That way if you show signs of excessive bruising I can stop." Alice shrugged, she hadn't quite bargained for this yet it seemed reasonable enough. Before she had time to chicken out she pulled her T-shirt over her head. If he leers at me once I’m walking out, she thought to herself. Yet she kicked off her trainers, unzipped her shorts, slipped them off, and then her knickers as if she was doing no more than undress for the shower. She lay across the bed. It was covered with a rubberized groundsheet and it's smooth clingy feel added to the atmosphere. A large bolster lay across the middle of the bed, pushing up her bottom and making her feel deliciously exposed. "If you stick out your arms..." began Johnny as he picked up one of the chains at the top of the bed. "You're not tying me, forget it." broke in Alice. "Fine." he said casually but she could hear he'd been unsettled by the sharpness of her voice. That had always pleased her, the way she could always put a guy off balance just by givving her voice an edge. It was good to know she wasn't losing the knack. "I'm going to giv you 15 but I'll stop at 12 if it looks like too much for you." "So I can say stop after 12." "No I'll decided if you seem to be suffering too much." said Johnny. Alice didn't like him taking control like that but she didn't want to seem to be wimping out either. "Fine", she said. Johnny picked up a mean looking paddle made of thick black rubber. Alice stared a little nervously but mainly in anticipation. God you’re really going to do this she thought to herself. She closed her eyes trying to relax. The stinging pain that broke across her bum took her by surprise and the second and third slap landed quickly before she had time to even gasp. "Oh God, Oh God!" She threw back her head as the blows fell without respite. It really hurt, far more than she could hav ever imagined. She stuck a clenched fist in her mouth. Her legs were stretched out behind her as far as they would go. If she let herself remember that she wasn't tied she'd never be able to keep position. But it kept on. With each stroke she cried out. She tried desperately not to think about how easy it would be to roll away but soon she could think of nothing else. Every muscle in her body was tensed rigid as she desperately tried to prevent herself from doing what every cell in her body clamored to be allowed to do. “I can’t ... hold it ...I can’t, I can’t.” she gasped, “Oh no no no!” It was several seconds after he’d stopped before she began to relax but then she was overcome by an unexpected feeling of well being, far more than just relief, a joyful warmth that filled her Feeling good?” said Johnny. “Oh yes,” Alice sighed. “I'v never felt anything so good before.” “That’s the advantage of doing it this way - you’d not hav got anything like that rush if I’d eased you in slow.” “Umm” purred Alice still on a high from the pain induced hormones. “That was 15. I’m impressed. Not that many people can hold themselves in place past 12." "Umm," said Alice basking in the praise. "So how about 21 next." "21?" Five more than last time? Hell she could take 30 if she wanted. No problem. "Fine," but Alice hesitated. "I'm not sure I could hold position for that many." She waited for Johnny to reply but he said nothing. "Oh hell you'd better tie me." Lying, as she was, face down she couldn't see Johnny's face but she was sure he was smirking at her admitting he was right. Oh well, what the hell. First he did her legs. The leather straps were really quite comfortable, fitting snugly round her ankles but she hadn't anticipated how, with her legs spread wide and her rear raised, her quim would be so totally on show. Then he secured her wrists. She tried to move. The restraints were surprisingly effective - she could do little more than wriggle. "Would you like something to drink? Orange juice perhaps? You work up quite a sweat being beaten. It was true Alice realized. Because of the waterproof groundsheet that covered the bed she was virtually swimming in a film of sweat. "Orange juice would be fine. But weren't we going for 21 next?" "Eager for it aren’t we? No a break will giv you time to cum down from your high or else you won't really feel it." He patronisingly ruffled her hair which, as she knew was doing to rile her, she ignored. He left before Alice could ask the obvious question - why hadn’t he waited till after the break before he put her restraints on. Not, thought Alice, there’d be much point in asking - it was bloody obvious why. She was somewhat miffed at him doing it just to get off on getting her so completely helpless yet it was quite exciting knowing he could now do anything to her he wanted. But scary too. She was certain she could call things off if things got out of hand, at least, almost certain. Johnny came back with two glasses, one with a flexible straw for Alice. It was awkward arching her neck back to take the straw while Johnny held the glass but Alice did her best to act as if this was a perfectly normal way to drink juice - lying naked, spreadeagled in a pool of her own sweat. It was freshly squeezed. Nice touch that. Alice only normally had freshly squeezed as a special treat, on account of it being so expensive. By the time the glass was nearly finished Alice was trying to spin it out, taking the tiniest possible sips - not the easiest thing to do thru a straw. Twenty one, she thought to herself. It seemed a lot more now then when she had agreed such a short while before. “This twenty one.” “Ready to start then?” said Johnny brightly. “Look you knew I’d agree to anything then. I didn’t know you were going to wait until I’d cum down from my high.” “OK but it wasn’t deliberate. Do you want to chicken out?” Sure she wanted to chicken out. She felt weak all over from the thought of it. But that was what made it exciting. She wanted to be taken further than she could really take just to see how it felt. “I’ll stick with 21.” She watched as Johnny selected a very swishy cane from the table in front of her and then disappeared from view behind her. She tensed but forced herself to relax. She waited. He was deliberately making her sweat. Oh god why doesn’t he get on with it she thought yet in truth she was glad of the respite. She wasn’t looking forward to this. The burning pain cut across her buttocks. She was too shocked to cry out. Then the second. She desperately tried to pull away as the third landed with deadly accuracy. Now she was twisting uncontrollably. She knew there was no escape but her desperate need knew no reason. Oh god the pain. She pulled at the straps, she cried out, she arched her back, anything to escape those cruel slices. And then she howled as her body convulsed beyond all voluntary control as the shock waves of pain went thru her. And then... Oh god what bliss. The natural high coursed thru her like a drug making her sigh. Johnny ruffled her hair. She knew she ought to be angry at that patronizing gesture but she really couldn’t care. He moved his fingers under her chin. “Ah my little girl,” he said. Shit thought Alice, the bastard’s really showing off like he can doing anything and I’ll take it. But she was shocked to find the thought quite thrilling. But then he moved his hand down towards her breasts. Oh god he’s going to grope me but before she could cry out stop he seemed to change his mind. “Would you like something to eat? I can make a mean scrambled egg on toast.” “Untie me and I’ll think about it.” “Oh no no. I haven't finished with you yet. I promised you the cat and that’s what you’ll get.” He ran his finger lightly down her spine. So how about scrambled egg on toast.” “Fine,” said Alice once again trying to act as if nothing could be normal than being chained down with her bum stripped red (if not, for all she knew, blue) and sticking up in the air. He was gone about ten minutes. Part of her wanted him to take as long as he liked - like forever. Yet she didn’t really want to escape. Hell she was curious. She wanted to know what a cat felt like. He came back. He cut up the scrambled egg on toast and put each small piece in her mouth. As she ate she pretended not to notice how he was treating her like a baby. Inside she half resented it yet was exhilarated to find herself letting it happen. She eat slowly, for the fear of what was to cum filled her limbs. He placed the last piece of food in her mouth, put down the plate and reached out for the cat. Johnny smiled at the way she was mesmerized by it. Alice didn’t want to look. Her stomach was knotted and she chewed the last morsel slowly and swallowed. Her throat tensed - she was only just able to get it down. Johnny picked up the cat. “No limit this time,” said Johnny. “What?” “I’ll decide when you'v had enough, OK.” OK? No it wasn’t. Fear almost like vertigo gripped her for a moment. What was she letting herself in for. But a determination to see this thru to the end was stronger. “OK, yes, I’m ready,” she whispered. As soon as the words were spoken a shiver ran thru her. There was no turning back now. She felt the cat as Johnny lightly ran the tails over her bottom. Then she could feel it no more. She closed her eyes. Was he raising his arm to strike - she didn’t want to know. Then it came. Sharp stabs of pain from every inch of her bum as if she was being pelted with a stream of gravel. The second and third blows merged into one another. She threw back her moaning uncontrollable. Already it was more than she could bear. She pulled hard on her bonds. Her bottom was a seething bubbling mass of pain as if her very flesh was boiling like water. And then, as the blows continued, she lost control, convulsing helplessly. Oh god please please make it stop she prayed but it did not. Oh god please let me die. The pain seemed to fill her whole body, her whole existence. From the depths of her lungs came a scream that consumed her blanking out all conscious thought as it issued from her throat as the remorseless pain consumed her. And then the storm was over. The rush, the exhilaration consumed her as completely as the pain had a moment before. Her arse was still sore as hell but that seemed somehow to only add to the sweetness of the warmth that surged thru her. Then Alice felt his hand on her inner thigh bringing back to her how totally exposed she was. He slid his hand up and she gasped as he first touched her slit and then cupped her mons. She ought to tell him to stop, she didn’t want him to go further but it felt nice with his hand holding her there. Johnny began to run his finger along her slit, first lightly then pushing aside the folds as he pressed into her furrow. He watched carefully her reaction sensing the best way to please her. He saw how she tensed as his finger moved over her hole to gather her juices to spread across her lips. Soon she was sighing with every movement of his fingers, her face an odd combination of contented bliss and an exhilaration that was also fear. She no longer tensed when he ran his finger over her hole. Now with two fingers he spread her cunt lips to more fully expose her and her hole dilated invitingly. He plunged his finger into that warm dark interior. Alice gasped. She ought to tell him to stop but it felt so good. But what if she took it as permission for him to fuck her - she knew she couldn’t bear that. It was scary knowing she’d be quite helpless if he went to far. Oh please, don’t fuck me, but please don’t stop she silently prayed. Johnny had no intention of pushing that limit. He’d no illusions that Alice really fancied him. He had taken to her very limit, far beyond what she was comfortable with and he knew that Alice’s fear that he might go further was adding an extra edge to her pleasure. But he knew he daren't go any further. Alice began to roll her head from side to side. The pleasure had been so intense she had thought she had already cum but now she was discovering she was wrong She desperately gasped for breath but her lungs seemed paralyzed by the intensity of what she was feeling. And then it broke. The pleasure filled her. She cried out it was almost too much to bear and finally, just as she thought she would die from the joy of it all, it began to ebb leaving her lost in a sea of warmth. -- +----------------' Story submission `-+-' Moderator contact `--------------+ | | | | Archive site +----------------------+--------------------+ Newsgroup FAQ | ----