It is not part of my agenda. I explained to him I did not abuse or mistreat her. I knew she enjoyed our time together, even when I struck her bottom with the belt. She is a true masochist. I am sure of it.
That part of her personality has been suppressed for years. She was a cutter. She enjoyed the pain she inflicted on herself, reveling in it, even if it was just a release from her emotional issues. I know she will eventually enjoy my company and my proclivities. I certainly hit the jackpot with her. She needs a little more fine-tuning, and the end result will be precisely what I need.
I am sitting in the living room watching the monitor. I saw the surprised look on her face when I left her door open. She is free to leave her room and roam freely.
I have cameras everywhere to monitor her. She isn't going anywhere. Yara and Joey will be here in a little while. I let Yara know my secret a few days ago. I need her here to discuss our upcoming assignment. Now that I own Kitten, she must get acquainted with her.
I move away from the computer and meet her in the kitchen. Just a couple of weeks ago, Joey andI were the only two people who spent time in the house; now I have Kit, Tuna, myself, and Joey all under one roof.
Joey stays in one of the guest bedrooms when needed. I asked him to move some of his belongings in until we leave, just in case I need him to watch Kitten.
He has been good for her, as far as having company and someone to hang out with while I am engaged in work and other things that need my attention.
Kit thinks I’ve forgotten the two punishments she owes me, but I didn’t. I banked her two IOUs because she was a good pet and took the belt like a trooper.
I’ll make them simple for her if she behaves. I met her in the kitchen. She was just looking around, taking everything in. This house is nothing like my other properties. It is just a regular ranch-style home. All the furniture and décor lean towards a more colonial-style look.
I was a big fan of antiques. The sofa and loveseat are black leather, and the coffee tables are dark maple wood, their tops covered with glass to protect the finish.
I have a simple kitchen with a black dining table and hutch. The walls are painted light blue, and the backsplash tiles have a blue and silver shimmery look.
There’s also a black island resting in the middle of the floor that seats four people. I’m not a fan of anything contemporary. My other properties are much more extravagant, but this was the only house up for sale, and I wasn’t in the market to take my time shopping around. I had a pretty pet that caught my attention, and I needed to watch her.
I looked over at my girl and smiled.
I had a present for her.
I know it is so simple, but part of her training is to withhold certain things and reward her with them when she is obedient. “Would you like something special, Kitten? Perhaps some chocolate?”
Her eyes lit up when I offered her the sugary treat.
“God! I would love some. It’s been a while since I had any.” I reached into the cupboard and pulled out the box of imported candy I purchased for her.
I also bought her some Rocky Road ice cream, which I know is her favorite. After placing the unopened box of chocolates on the island, I sat. I snapped my fingers and ordered her to come to me. She looks a little hesitant but does as she’s told. She stands before me, pressing her hands against the cute summer dress I chose for her.
I know her bottom is healed. No welts are present. I am so skilled with the spankings; no matter what I use on her ass, I will never break her skin. Although she may think I strike her extra hard, I don’t. I am not easy on her, but I never hit her with much force. I would disfigure her if I did.
“Come sit on my lap while I feed you some goodies. My brother and my partner, Yara, will be here in about an hour. I want to introduce you to her.”
She doesn’t look very pleased. I am guessing she isn’t too happy about parking her ass in the danger zone. I have no intention of doing anything sexual to her right now, although it’s always on my mind.
She looked a little apprehensive before climbing into my lap. I could feel my cock stir as she wiggled her bottom against my groin while settling in.
I smile at her, grabbing a piece of chocolate.
I pressed the candy against her lips.
"Because you have been such a good girl, I wanted to treat you to this sinful delight. That’s what it says on the box.Sinfully delightful.Now open up.”
She hesitated for a minute, then opened her lips, allowing me to put the chocolate onto her tongue. God, she is so fucking sexy eating from my hand. Her eyes light up as she chews the candy, enjoying its sweetness.
I haven’t given her anything with sugar except ginger ale and fruit these past two weeks. I wonder if she would have accepted the chocolate when she barely touched anything on her plate the last few days.
I could have been a real fucking dick and ordered a feeding tube to be put into her stomach, but I didn’t because I would not need to force-feed her.
I knew the reason for her depression because it was planned that way. I fed her another chocolate, watching the smile on her face as she happily accepted the candy.
It had been a week since I had last buried my cock in her, and I was craving her body once more. I wanted to give her time to heal and adjust to my “tastes,” so to speak. The aroma of her hair was assaulting my nostrils as I continued to reward her.
