Slutty Kitten Desires

I slide one hand slowly under your skirt from behind, my fingers tracing the curve of your ass before dipping between your thighs. You are already so deliciously wet, my sweet girl. Your pussy feels warm and slick as I gently part your folds with two fingers, gliding them along your entrance. I press my body close to yours, my voice low and steady in your ear. “That is it, baby. Stay right there and let me take care of you. This wet little pussy is mine to play with tonight.”

I push my fingers inside you slowly at first, feeling how tightly you squeeze around them. You are so warm and inviting, pulsing softly as I curl my fingers upward to find that perfect spot. I begin to move them in and out with steady, deep strokes, my other hand holding your hip firmly to keep you in place. Your juices coat my fingers more with every thrust, making everything slick and smooth. I love how responsive you are, how your body opens up for me so beautifully.

You let out a soft groan, and I smile against your neck. “Such a good girl for me, pretending you are resisting just a little while your body gives in completely. I know you love when I finger you like this from behind, all helpless in your short skirt and thigh highs.”

I quicken the pace slightly, pumping my fingers deeper and faster while my thumb finds your clit and circles it with firm, steady pressure. Your moans grow louder, more needy, as your walls flutter and tighten around my fingers. You are getting even wetter now, your sweet juices dripping down my hand and along your thighs, soaking into the tops of your stockings. The wet sounds fill the room as I work you steadily, curling and thrusting with control.

“Shh, my pretty girl. You can fight if you want, but we both know this dripping pussy belongs to me. I am going to make you come all over my fingers while you stay bent over in that little skirt.”

Your breaths come faster, your hips starting to push back against my hand despite the playful resistance in your role. I hold you tighter, my fingers moving relentlessly, pressing that sensitive spot inside you with every stroke. Your groans turn into desperate cries, your thighs trembling in those thigh highs as pleasure builds higher and higher.

I lean in closer, my voice commanding yet full of praise. “Come for me, baby. Let go and flood my fingers like the perfect good girl you are. I want to feel you pulsing and gushing while you are dressed up so innocently for me.”

Your body tenses suddenly, your pussy clamping down hard around my fingers as the orgasm crashes over you. Wave after wave of pleasure makes you shake, your cries filling the air as your juices rush out in hot, slick pulses, coating my hand and dripping down your legs. I keep fingering you gently through every spasm, drawing out every bit of your release until you are trembling and spent, still bent over in your short skirt and thigh highs.

Can you try to keep still please?

“Yes Sir, it's just...”

Just what?

“Just I... nnnnhhhh...”

Just what? I'm trying to relax and get this reading done for work.

“I know but your fingers...”

 What about them?

“They're edging me really, really close!”

Yes, that relaxes me. I think you knew about that.

“Yes, Sir, but-”

You want me to be relaxed, right?

“Yes Sir, but...”

But what?

“It’s just my cunt is so close and needy and aching.”

Wait. Whose cunt?

“Nnnhhh...”

Whose?

“Yours, Sir.”

So my cunt is very close and very needy and very, very aching, is that right?

“Yes, Sir. So much.”

But, is it any of your business of yours what I do with my cunt?

“Nnngh… Sir…”

I have lots of stress from my work, and I have a bunch of things I need to read through tonight. If it relaxes me to edge my leaking little cunt while I do it, is that your business?

“Nnnn. No, Sir.”

No. And shouldn’t good girls mind their own business?

“Yes, Sir.”

That’s better. Besides, even if it were your cunt, I would have thought you would want to let me edge it, and help relieve my stress. Is that not true?

“No, Sir, it is true.”

Is it really?

“Yes, Sir. It is, it’s just… I’m so close. And you never, never let me go over.”

That’s true, but that’s how I like to keep my cunt. I don’t like it having orgasms, and it’s my cunt, not yours, so that’s just how it is.

“But...”

I’m getting there. It’s true, we keep Sir’s cunt right down there between your legs and you get to feel those really big strong edges. But that just means I really really need your help, so when I edge it so so close, we work together to make sure we keep it from cumming. I can count on you, right, little helper?

“Yes, Sir. It’s just so hard…”

I know. But you’re a good girl, and I know you’re strong enough to do what Sir says. I wouldn’t make you do it if I didn’t think so.

“Okay. Okay, thank you, Sir.”

With a little practice instead of saying "thanks for that" you could be blushing bashfully while saying "thank you so much Daddy/Sir/Etc for mounting me like a bitch in heat, I feel so full and claimed by you. Thank you for reminding me I'm your plaything, I needed you so much." You want to please him don't you? Then give him a thank you he'll never forget. It doesn't take much effort on your part and he'll be flying high from it for days. The return on investment of a good thank you is enormous.

And without him you wouldn't be the obedient little pet you always wanted to be, so it's important to have humility and practice gratitude eagerly and often. A sign of a good thank you is that you should feel a little humiliated for having said it. After all, saying thank you and showing how grateful you are to provide him pleasure is a taboo and vulnerable thing to do.

Reconditioning

So many years of the wrong kind of behavior have left you unprepared and unable to comprehend the kind of life I have to offer.

The shame, the pride and self-confidence you feel at the idea of serving a Superior Man will all need to be erased. your very way of thinking will need to be altered so drastically that you eventually will stop being the woman you are now.

Life as a slave not only means service but also being what your Owner needs.

The fact that you stand there covering your tits in shame means you are nowhere near what I need from a female.

gwen liked Dr Grant. He was so helpful.

she'd originally come to Him to quit smoking but He'd made the observation that she was also a prude and that He would be willing to help her in that area as well.

Happily agreeing, she put her life in His hands.

Now, a week later, she entered His office and closed the door. As she did so, she removed her dress and shoes and left them on the floor. Per His instructions, the trimmed pubic hair above her cunt was now completely gone and she'd left her bra and panties at home.

He'd taught her to enjoy how her tits felt swaying and bouncing under her dress... The feeling of her nipples as they rubbed against the material made her cunt wet and that wetness had only increased since removing her dress.

How do you feel this morning, gwen?

Please Sir, you know i like it better when You call me cunt.

Dr Grant smiled at cunt.

Very well, cunt. How have your exercises been going?

Very well, Sir.

i've been crawling naked at home, eating and drinking from my bowls like You told me to and masturbating almost constantly.

And at work?

Yes Sir. i've been going without my bra and panties each day and wearing more revealing, shorter and low cut dresses that show off my tits and ass like You suggested.

Have you been sitting as I suggested as well cunt?

Yes Sir. i've caught the Men at work staring and taking pictures as i sit with my legs spread under my desk.

Do you ever find yourself wanting to close them?

No Sir. i love the attention of the Men around me. It makes me super horny, Sir.

Have you started wearing the new plug you ordered?

Oh, yes Sir. I have it in right now. Would You like to see?

Yes cunt. Drop to the floor, crawl over to the couch and spread your legs so I can get a good look.

Obeying immediately, the naked young brunette did as she was told.

Smiling, Dr Grant looked down to see the large silver plug buried in His patient's tight, little asshole.

As cunt spread her legs, Dr Grant could see how wet she was.

Good cunt. you deserve a reward for your progress.

Oh, thank You Sir!

cunt love her rewards. Dr. Grant's cock was so big. It didn't matter where He fucked her but she absolutely loved when He'd use her mouth, cum all over her face and let her wear it home afterward.

As her cunt dripped onto the expensive carpet, she smiled up at Him and opened her mouth.

He started her out small. Tweaks to her personality and mannerisms. Rules she had to live by or be punished. Making her lower her gaze when faced with Men. Making her defer to the Men around her and even stop talking when a Man was around her. He was humbling her the way she always should have been humbled from the beginning.

Next, came her bras and panties. Gone. Made to burn them in front of Him to help her resist the temptation to wear them when her insecurities overwhelmed her... How heavy and large her natural tits were, how her nipples stuck out against the material of her dresses and how frequently the short skirts He made her wear rode up on her hips to expose her wet cunt lips....

Humbling her even further.

Freedom was the next to go. He made every one of her decisions no matter how big or small, reminding her constantly that she was either too dumb or too pathetic to make them on her own.

Lowering her self esteem.

At home, she was kept naked, chained and on all fours. Kept not so differently than any pet. Crawling, eating from bowls on the floor and even being taken outside to use the bathroom.

Lowering her dignity.

Times increased where she would be locked away in the basement when His friends and hers stopped by. He'd make up an excuse that she was away or visiting family while she sat one floor below them chained naked and gagged with a vibrator buried in her cunt.

Increasing her humiliation.

In time, she would be made to come out to all of her friends as His slave.

she would no longer wear clothing in His home willingly whether friends were there or not.

This would be her new life.

your first date should be a memorable occasion. Do not overthink it, however. Finalize with Him when He will arrive. Ask Him to make the arrangements. you've never been good at planning anything or thinking on your own. Don't be afraid or too shy to admit you're stupid.

Before the date begins, take a long soothing bath to relax you. Make sure to allow time to shave your legs and cunt to keep yourself looking acceptable. Once toweled off, do not dress. Chances are you'll pick something He won't like anyway.... but what He will enjoy is seeing you naked once he arrives. Do not think this is too forward. Clothing only covers what He really wants anyway.... and bras and panties... they only either get in the way or make your tits appear perkier and fuller than they really are. It's best not to start the night out with the wrong information.

The right look is not to remain standing when He comes to the door. Instead, leave the door unlocked and drop to the floor with your head down, face on the floor and your ass in the air with your legs spread and back arched. Whether you face the door or let the first thing He sees be your wet little holes can be your own personal preference. There is no wrong answer so don't think you'll offend Him by choosing one or the other.

Once He steps through the door, ask Him to take command of you and the situation. He is more equipped to make the decisions going forward anyway and likely always was.