Finding Submission (Service & Submission Book 1) (17 page)

“It did. I like when you call me good girl or kitten – it makes me feel good.” Avery tilted her head, and he could see when the realization hit her. “Oh my
God
, is that why you called me Kitten? You liked when I licked you, and acted like a kitty with you?”

“I did. But the bigger question here is, did you like it? How did you feel being my kitten for a little while? Did you like cleaning me?”

Preston stroked her neck and shoulders, as he talked. He always felt guilty admitting to his desires. He loved having a woman become his kitten. With a pretty collar with a bell and a fluffy tail — a tail that could rub, and stroke him while the butt plug filled her bottom hole. Watching his woman crawl around on her hands and knees — the thought alone made his cock harden. He loved to stroke, and pet a woman, and it was even nicer when she was rubbing her body against his legs or kneeling to present her breasts to him.

Avery’s cheeks turned pink. “I… did like licking you clean. It was weird at first, but then I liked it.”

“You’ve grown so much in three months; it’s hard to believe that you’re the same person. You’ve become more mature, responsible, and submissive. We can do this more if you like. It would please me, and I’m pretty sure you’d like playing my kitten. You’d find yourself reaching a whole new level of submission when a “kitty weekend” was over. And I want you to know that I have fallen completely in love with you, Avery. I love you no matter what your decision is regarding kitten play. I want you to be mine. My submissive — more than I want a kitty.” He paused, watching her, his heart suddenly pounding, knowing this was a turning point. “Would you like to try?”

Avery smiled at him, her eyes brightening. “Preston, I love you too!” She threw her arms around him, kissing him passionately. “I’ve been feeling it, but didn’t want to be the first person to say it. I love you too!”

Preston squeezed her to his chest. “I’m so happy. Love you, Kitten!” He pulled away and held her hands in his. “Now, let’s discuss ‘kitty weekend.’ Is this something you want to do? The decision is entirely up to you and there is no wrong answer. Be honest.”

Avery chewed on her lip, looking a little concerned. But Preston was willing to wait, and let her come to a decision on her own. No coaxing or forcing. This was a big decision that she needed to make on her own. He
loved
kitty play, and would love to have her as his kitten for a weekend. His very own kitty who would lick him everywhere. And if his kitty was naughty he would spank her with the pink leather handle on her leash, watching the pink wheals rise around her fluffy tail—

“Would I sleep in that cage under your bed?” Avery’s eyebrow raised, making him want to kiss it. ”On the pink pillow that says ‘Kitty?’”

“If that’s something you agree to. Yes, I would love to have you be my pet kitty, and sleep in the special bed — with the pillow I made just for you.”

Preston stroked her hair, rubbing his hands lightly down her body as he spoke.

She paused, playing with her finger nails; she was definitely considering it seriously before making a decision, and Preston appreciated that about her. He’d always thought it important to count the cost before diving into something serious.

Avery sighed, then looked up at him, her eyes bright. “Sir, I would like to be your kitty. Can we do it this weekend?”

* * *

She
did
love him. There was a comfort in knowing that she wouldn’t lose him when her servitude was over. At first, her sentence there had seemed worse than jail. Between cleaning, dusting, sorting, labeling, moving things, and then on top of all that, getting paddled daily and weekly for a while. At one point, she was actually
hoping
to go to jail just so her bottom could recuperate. But once she followed his many rules, and got her work done, it wasn’t so bad. She still hadn’t figured out how to keep her mouth shut though, and still found herself over his knee quite often. But, there was no doubt he enjoyed the sex after these discipline sessions as much as she did.

She got to the door of the playroom and didn’t have a clue what to do — should she open the door, knock, or just walk in? Just as she raised her hand to knock on the door, Preston opened it.

“What’re you doing standing at the door, Avery? You know to just walk in.”

“Well, I don’t know… I wasn’t sure if it was different, or something.”

Preston grasped her chin between his thumb and forefinger. “Nothing is going to happen today that’s going to hurt you or be more than you can handle. If something is confusing you, stop me and ask. If something is beyond what you think you can tolerate, you safe word. What is your safeword, Avery?”

Avery rolled her eyes, “It’s Poison. You know that!”

“I wanted you to say it. Now, if something is upsetting or you become upset or afraid you safeword.” Preston held her chin between his thumb and forefinger pausing to reinforce his words. “Otherwise, you trust me to know what you can, and cannot do. It’s the same as every other time we have tried something new. If you get too mouthy, or disobey, you’ll be punished just like other times. Understand?”

Avery sighed loudly. “It seems like I’m always getting my ass kicked for something — why not have it be the same with kitten play, right? Will the swats be what you would give a kitten? I can handle that. Those would be pretty easy, I’m thinking.”

Preston tried to hide his smile as he reached around, and swatted her bottom — hard. “First, I would
never
swat a kitten. So to answer your statement, no, the swats won’t be like that. They will be swats for a grown woman who’s role playing a kitten, and they will be with the pink leather handle of your leash.”

“
Leash?
Are you fucking kidding me?”

Avery put her hands on her hips. This was sounding a little more ridiculous — and a lot less fun — by the minute. Who the hell wanted to be spanked with the leather handle of a pet leash?

Preston walked over to a cupboard, and came back with a small linked chain leash adorned with — just as he’d said — a pink, leather handle. He drew close to her, and grabbed her elbow, turning her sideways, swatting her bottom several times with the leather, the strokes hurting even through her yoga pants.

“Ow! That hurts! Shit, you better not be planning on doing that too many more times tonight or this Kitten Fiesta is over.” Avery rubbed her bottom with both hands, glaring at the leash in his hand

Preston scowled and stepped closer to her, saying in a deep voice, “You will
not
be dictating to me how, and when I’m using this leash, my dear. You will do as you’re told. Like a good kitten should. If you want to leave here on Sunday and still be able to sit comfortably, I suggest you keep that mouth shut. As for when this ’Kitty Fiesta’ is over, I’m in charge of that, not you. If I need to impress upon you who’s in charge, you’ll have a very sore bottom, very quickly.”

Preston slapped the leather across the palm of his hand and Avery couldn’t help but clench her bottom in reaction. That little pink sucker
hurt
, and she wasn’t going to get anymore kitty spankings tonight if she had anything to say about it.

“Okay. Geesh. You’re so touchy about all of this.” Avery pouted his way, trying to manipulate his mood. “You know I have to question things. You could be a little nicer about it.”

Preston’s eyebrows rose. “I believe I’m being
very
nice about it, Miss Avery. If I were a stricter man, you would be bare bottomed in the corner right now waiting to feel that leash until you were sobbing. But, to show my control, and keep my temper in check, I only gave you a reminder that this leash will
not
be your friend this weekend. Should I give you a firmer reminder, Miss Avery? Is that necessary? Or do you think the kindness I have displayed is appreciated?”

Avery scrunched her eyebrows at him, and didn’t answer right away. But when Preston began to wrap the leash around his fingers, she quickly grabbed his hand. “N-nooooo. You’re very nice, Sir. And my bottom hurts already.” She stopped to rub her bottom dramatically. “And I don’t like that leash already, so I don’t want to get spanked anymore. I’ll be good.”

Preston put the leash on the counter, and pulled her in for a hug. “That’s a good, Kitty. Let’s get you started on your good kitty weekend. Take your clothes off right here at the door — no clothes are allowed for the rest of the weekend.”

“But—“

Preston put a finger to her lips. “No more talking, kitten. I’ve turned the heat up, so you won’t be cold. Good kitties don’t talk. So you have to only speak if you’re confused or something is beyond your comfort zone. If you continue to be argumentative or fight me, I’ll have to gag you and I really don’t like to do that to my good kitty. Take off your clothes.”

Avery could see that he was serious, so she started taking off her clothes.

Preston started reciting some of the rules. “I want you to be aware of the rules. You’ll walk on your hands and knees. I’ll be inserting a butt plug that has a pretty white tail.

“But—“

“Uh-unh, I said no talking.” Preston shook his head. “Yes, you’ll be wearing a little tail, and then I’ll put a pretty pink collar on you that has a little bell. This way I’ll know where you are at all times. Then you’ll have to sit up and beg, showing me your breasts. I’ll have you licking me wherever I want. Doesn’t that sound good, Kitten?” He winked at her. “I’ll let you be creative with your licking.”

What the frick? How ‘creative’ can you get with licking? I’ve licked his cock and balls — where else can I lick? Well, I guess I could lick his toes… or maybe—

“Kitten, where’d you go? I need you to listen to your rules. You don’t want to get paddled for not listening, do you?”

Avery shook her head.

“Okay. You’ll be required to eat out of dishes on the floor, or out of my hand. I like feeding you, and I think you’ll like it also. And when it’s time to go to sleep, I’ll have you sleep in your special little bed. I made that bed hoping that I would have a sweet kitty to sleep in it someday. I hope you’ll like all the amenities I put in there for my kitten.”

Feeling a little too exposed, she stood, trying to cover herself.

Preston retrieved her collar from the counter and put it on her. She remembered the first time she had seen it, and put it around her neck. It was so pretty. It was a black velvet with a pink bell hanging from the middle that said “Kitty” in script writing. Just the tinkling of the bell made her smile. She loved the sound of it that first night, and now, standing in front of Preston with no clothes on, feeling the warmth of the wheals on her bottom from her leash, and having the pretty collar put on, she felt owned and treasured.

She belonged to Preston.

Then she heard the clink of the chain clipping to the collar. “On the floor, Kitty — hands and knees.”

Avery gracefully went to the floor and waited until he tugged on her leash. She followed him over to a rug that was laid in front of the rocking chair.

“I want you head down, ass up on this rug. I’ll return with your tail.”

Avery immediately got into position, and then felt him position the leather leash handle so it was over the crack of her ass. “Don’t move, or let this handle slip while I’m gone. If it falls, you’ll be spanked with it in the cleft of this beautiful ass before I insert your tail. I don’t think you want me to put the plug into a freshly reddened bottom hole. Do you, Kitten?”

She shook her head, then buried it in her arms.

“I didn’t think so either, babe.” He lightly patted her bottom, and stroked his hand lightly over her back. “Goooood Kitty. Such a goooood Kitty.”

Avery found herself thinking about her upcoming weekend. How did one even eat out of a dish on the floor? And what would it feel like to have a butt plug that was a tail in her bottom? Sure he had given her butt plugs to wear before — usually because she said something snarky to him after he had warned her to be quiet — and it
was
a punishment. It was something she wasn’t supposed to like, and then he would take it out at bedtime. Would she like having a tail? Well, she would find out soon.

Oh God!

She could feel a sneeze coming on.

What the fuck? Why now?

She couldn’t sneeze, or she would be spanked on her bottom hole. There was no
way
that was happening. She forced herself to cough, then snorted and squeezed her nose shut with her hands.

“What in the name of
hell
are you doing, Kitten?”

“I almost sneezed, and I didn’t want the leash to fall and get my ass kicked because of a natural human function. ‘Cause, you know, I’m supposed to be a fucking
kitten
, and I guess kittens aren’t allowed to sneeze — or they get their asses beat.”

The next thing Avery felt was her left cheek being pulled aside, and stripes of fire repeatedly lashing across her bottom hole. She started keening and squirming, the burn increasing by the second.

“No!” Preston barked. “The problem here isn’t that you were going to sneeze. And, yes, kittens are allowed to sneeze. What
isn’t
allowed is kittens swearing, being sarcastic, being mouthy, and
not
being submissive.”