Since Kitten was so good during her inspection we decided to treat her to an orgasm. With the hitachi on high velocity, the crop delivering stinging licks to her cheeks, our many free hands to pull hair and squeeze, Piper and I brought her quickly close to the edge. When she was almost there I switched the hitachi off abruptly, to her whining meow of a protest, and yanked her cute little ponytail back, laughing a little at her desperate condition.
“Ohh,” I purred to my pet, “that wasn’t nice, was it?” She bucked her hips back a little, wanting the lull of the orgasm she almost had. “Didn’t she do that to me when she was under the table during my erotic literature reading?” I asked Piper rhetorically. Ms.O’s eyes widened from the side-lines remembering the moment earlier that evening when I was close to climax myself and Kitten turned the hitachi off, which got a laugh from the crowd, especially when I whined. “It’s true! She did,” Piper didn’t miss a beat.
Now Kitten would likely argue, being the clever and obedient little pet that she is, that she only turned the hitachi off to allow me to achieve my own personal goal of reading longer, and to make the viewing experience more enjoyable for our guests. And that may me the honest truth. But the truth was secondary at this moment, and tormenting Kitten was our top priority, so retaliation reigned.
We let her suffer just a little while we cackled and pitied her shamefully wet and needy cunt. And then we relented, because we’re so gracious that way, and we gave the purring little princess what she wanted while she panted “Please!” and “thank you daddy.”
“Good girl,” I said, kissing her while she shook from her orgasm. Usually after she cums she gets to snuggle and drift away, but not tonight. I patted her bum quickly and reminded her “You can thank our friend Piper by getting on your knees and licking her pussy like a good girl.”
And she did. Greedily. Right away. While I held on to her leash.
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