Leashing: Your Evening as My pet. A Fantasy



I find it hard to believe how nervous I am as I greet you at the door, and I wonder that you do not notice. I see the fear in your eyes, and the faith that you have in me, and I am touched. I immediately enter Master space and take your hand as I lead you in.

We sit and talk for a bit, nothing about what is to happen, just trivialities so that you can relax. When I see that you are ready, I lead you to the bedroom so that you can prepare. I can see the excitement and anticipation as we walk down the hall. As you see the collar and leash, you smile in appreciation. I pick them up and hold them so that you can see them better, and then leave you alone to prepare yourself. I carried them out, and I could see your confusion, but I just shook my head. I close the door, but not completely, because we had established the rules before this had begun, let me list them here again as a reminder.

Pet would not use any words once the play began.

Pet would not use hands in any way that would not be appropriate for a cat, and would act as much like a cat as possible. (This was in reference to the card that slave had received from Master, and was much appreciated by Master.)

Pet would ear no makeup.

Pet would not be allowed on the furniture.

Pet would choose the way she would present herself to Master.

Pet would understand that she could terminate play at any time by speaking.

While you were getting ready, I quickly prepared a special place fro you. I had placed a large pet bed that I had hidden in my closet nest to my chair. Next to it, I place a bowl with your name on it, filled with water, and a dish with some treats for you: some chocolates, a few pieces of turkey spam, and an apple that I had diced for you. (Yes, I know that cats are not supposed to eat chocolate, but you are My kitten, and I get to feed you whatever I want.) I then placed the leash and collar on the arm of my chair and sat down to wait for you.

It took you longer than I expected, but I was patient as it was possible to be. I was desperately tempted to peek, so much so that it was almost impossible to sit and wait for you. You came crawling out of the bedroom, and my breath caught in my throat. You wore a leotard that had only straps to hold it up and it hugged every curve of your body. I appreciated that you had not worn makeup of any kind. The skirt was just long enough to leave me wondering if there were snaps between your legs or not, and the tail that you had coming from beneath the skirt was a wonderful touch. I only wish you had omitted the legwarmers but could understand your desire to avoid rug burn. I admired the way your hair hung loosely about your shoulders and neck, swaying as you crawled toward me. The ears were the crowning touch.

I saw your blush of pleasure as you saw my appreciation, and wanted to leap to my feet. You were a vision of loveliness and raw sex that left me wanting to devour you, but I refrained. I sat and watched you crawl about the apartment, exploring the space as a cat would. I called to you and you looked toward me. I reached down to the plate, took a chocolate, and held it out to you. You came to me and sniffed at the chocolate, took if from my hand, and ate it daintily. As you ate from my hand, I was able to see that you had decided to omit underwear.

“Good kitty.”

I scratched you behind the ears and watched you close your eyes in appreciation. I then reached for the collar and gathered your hair away from you neck. As I placed the collar around your neck, I felt a rushing in my groin, but that time would come later, if at all.

You batted at the collar with your paw, but soon were used to it and settled down. I then clipped on the leash and brought it up so that there was only enough play for you to stay by my side. I led you into the kitchen you resisted, but quickly realized that you had little choice. I quietly led you around the apartment, the kitchen, the bedroom, the living room, and finally the bathroom, where I showed you the litter box. You looked at with trepidation, but said nothing. I reached down and ran my hand from your neck down your back a few times and your eyes closed in pleasure and you began to purr.

I then led you back to the living room and guided you to your bed; I kept the leash in my hand and settled down to watch a movie. I wasn’t really paying attention to the movie though. You moved about on the bed, nuzzling at the blanket to get comfortable, and began to eat from the dish. I saw you glancing up at me, wondering if I was watching, and I hope that you never caught me.

You looked at the bowl and I wondered what was going through your mind. You moved towards it sniffed daintily, and prettily, and began to lap at it. You must have been thirstier than I thought because you actually drank a good bit of it. You then settled down so that you could watch me.

I soon gave up the pretense of not paying attention to you and I could see the triumph in your eyes. I reached down to pet you and you nuzzled my hand and purred triumphantly. I found that I was regretting one of the rules so I decided to rescind it.

Reaching down I unclasped your leash and stood. I saw the confusion in your eyes as I got up and moved to the couch. I sat at one end of the couch and turned to look at you.

“Here kitty,” I said patting the couch next to me.

You hesitantly moved toward me and sniffed at the couch. I reached down and gently pulled you up next to me. You crawled up and lay with your head in my lap. I smiled contentedly and began to pet you.

The petting soon turned into caresses as I ran my hand along your side, back, neck, and hip. You purred loudly and had a smile on your lips. I wondered were you the Cheshire cat, or the cat that swallowed the canary.

You began kneading your paws into my thighs, and my thoughts quickly returned to sex. I wondered if you knew what you were doing, or just getting into the role. I could not tell, as you seemed to have no interest in the growing evidence of my desire.

I began petting you, but soon allowed my hand to explore the delicious curves of your body in a possessive caress. You began to purr loudly and settled down quite nicely.

You rolled onto your back and I glanced down at you, your position was one of perfect submission. You had your arms tucked in by your sides with your hands almost under your chin, allowing me to access anything I pleased. I continued to caress you, and when the temptation to take your breast into my hand grew to be almost unbearable I reached down and picked up a piece of rope that I had placed in your toy box. Your eyes closed and I could see the surprise as I let the rope pass gently across your face. You looked up and quickly batted at the rope, bringing a smile to my lips. I wondered about the triumph I see in your eyes as you do so.

I grew bored with the rope and tossed it aside to get another toy. My surprise came when you chased it to the floor and pounced on it. Wondering at what you were thinking I watched you grip the rope and curl around it in a delightful imitation of a kitten playing with her favorite toy.

I get onto the floor with you and see you watching me. I grab an end of the rope and try to play with you some more, but you seem to have other ideas in mind. You allow me to pull the rope from you as you crouch, ready to pounce, but you do not react to me moving it back and forth in front of you. "Just like a cat," I think to my self as I stand.

Then you pounce on me, wrapping your arms around my leg. Although I am not expecting it, I am able to maintain my balance.

I look down at you and you look back, is that disappointment I see in your eyes. I reach down to scratch your ears and you again pounce. This time I allow myself to fall off balance and roll around the floor with you. You bite me here and there, and gently push me away with your feet, trying to emulate the disembowelment play of a cat's rear legs.

I quickly tire of this and use my weight and strength to roll you onto your back. I use my weight to pin you to the floor and hold you hands to your chest. At first, you struggle but as soon as you see that I am serious, you stop and look into my eyes.

We remain looking into each other’s eyes and I can see you wondering what I am thinking. You are still a bit tense as you wonder what I want, but soon I can feel you relax.

"Kiss your kitten, Master."

These words tell me all I need to know. I release your hands and take your lips with mine. I savor the experience of our first kiss, gently licking your lips and then taking them between my teeth. My mouth moves down your neck and I grab your leotard near the strap and tear down, exposing your breast to my eyes.

I gently take it in my hand as I bend down to take it in my mouth. I suck your nipple gently and enjoy the way you arch your back to allow me better access.

Your hands reach up to grip my hair and then I know what it is I have to do. I pull your hands away and see the confusion as you look at me. I move back to the couch, sit, and watch as you wonder what is wrong. I smile at you and let you wonder for a moment.

"Get up."

You look at me and immediately stand to your feet, and I see you wondering what I am going to do know. Am I going to make you leave? Am I going to punish you for going pass what we had discussed? You reach down without thought to straighten your leotard and tuck your breast back.

"Strip."

I see the relief in your eyes as I give the command; finally, this is something that you can understand. Without hesitation, you pull the remaining strap down and quickly bunch the leotard at your feet. As you reached for the legwarmers, I grabbed your hand and pulled you roughly into my lap.

You sat there looking down at the floor and I pulled your face around so that you could see my eyes. I wanted you to know that the connection between us went beyond the mere physical desire I had for you. I saw you relax and allowed my hands to explore your body and my mouth to explore yours. When my hand dropped to your mons I could feel the heat coming from you, and knew that you were so close to coming that you must be feeling frustrated.

I reached down for the leash, clipped it to your collar, and was surprised when you quickly dropped to the floor again. I stood to take you into the bedroom and wondered if you might need to stop in the bathroom. As I lead you in that direction, I saw you looking at the litter box and then up to me. I knew what I wanted you to do, but decided that I would let you decide, at least for now.

Smiling as you positioned yourself over the box, I wet a cloth in the sink to wipe you off afterwards.

After I wiped you down you started to drop back you your hands and knees to crawl after me, but I had another idea. I pull up on the leash so that you remain in the squat. I drop the cloth and quickly insert two fingers inside you. You gasp but say nothing, and I quickly probe for your G-spot, and when I find it allow my thumb to close on your clit. I roughly brought you to the orgasm that you had been teasing me with all night, and when you come, I held you in position as you shuddered, using only the leash and my hand inside of you.