The Breaking of Kitty Pt7

M idly fingered her collar as he broke the silence. ‘You do know that this will remain on until you are sold, Kitty, don’t you?’

‘Yes, Master.’

‘Tomorrow you will be dressed correctly as a slave, but for now you can relax. I have some chores to do around the house.’

Kitty wanted to ask how he intended to dress her but, sensibly, decided not to risk upsetting his current benevolent mood. He moved her to the middle of the rug, lengthened the rope between her ankles and wrists and allowed her to close her legs so that she was lying on her side in a foetal position. M gently removed the butt-plug and then covered her head with the rope bag, pulling the drawstring around her throat so that she could feel it bite but not tight enough to be uncomfortable. Kitty opened her eyes, but could see nothing but vague shadows through the thin black material. She heard Maisie come downstairs again, felt a slight draught and soft thud as something landed on the floor close by; she tensed but nothing further happened so she relaxed again slowly. For the next while —she had no concept of how much time passed—Kitty heard and felt them both move around. She jumped at the sound of drilling and hammering and wondered what damage they were doing to her lovely cottage, but when the harsh noises stopped, she drifted off into a light sleep, thinking again of her absurd position, naked and bound and totally ignored.

She was woken by her Master—strange how she now thought of him as that—nudging her in the ribs with his foot.

‘Kitty—what is your PIN number?’

His voice was back to the business- like tone. Kitty hesitated. ‘Kitty,’ he said and kicked a little harder. Still she stayed quiet and motionless. His voice was now low and menacing, ‘cunt—do you remember keeping me waiting online for an hour? Well I do, and tomorrow you will receive one stroke for every one of those sixty minutes, and you will thank me for each one.’ His boot moved on to her fingers and pressed them down onto the hard floor. ‘Now, if you don’t give me your PIN number in your next breath, I will break your fingers and you will never type again.’

‘1172,’ Kitty blurted, now fully awake and petrified.

‘Rule,’ Came his cold voice, ‘You never, ever think to disobey, mislead, outwit or deceive me. You will always fail, and you will suffer very badly as a consequence. You will always tell me the absolute truth immediately and without reservation. Understood.’ It was a statement, not a question but Kitty nodded furiously inside the bag ‘Yes, Master. This slave understands.’

‘I’ll deal with your insolence in a while.’ Kitty felt the atmosphere chill and she started to shiver in trepidation. She heard her computer fire up and a soft ‘Yes.’ a few minutes later. Her heart sank. A few minutes later she heard Maisie’s cheery, ‘Good night, Boss!’ and his short reply, and the door bang.

Forgetting Maisie’s cold indifference to her earlier, she fervently wished the older woman was there to rein in her Master’s anger. The wait only added to her dread. The computer powered off with a sigh and silence ensued. Kitty knew M was looking at her and she tried to shrink into an insignificant spot on the rug. Even as the fear coursed through her mind, her body betrayed her

and she could feel her nipples harden and her sex grow wet. Not knowing what else to do, Kitty rolled on her back and opened her legs in invitation.

‘Stupid whore,’ he snorted. ‘Do you really think offering me a body that’s mine anyway will save you?’

He grabbed her by the ankles, undid the soft ropes, and pulled her upside down in one swift movement until her feet were level with his shoulders. Kitty felt a much harder—leather?—binding enclose one ankle, then the other. A cranking noise sounded as her legs were pulled apart and lifted until the top of her head left the ground. It stopped and she swung gently, blood rushing to

her head. She felt his warm breath on her open vulva and it responded by pumping more blood to her labia and clitoris. He kissed it gently then stepped back and brought the cane down in the dead centre of her sex. Kitty screams didn’t stop as he repeated the stroke, harder and harder, again and again in exactly the same place until she thought she would faint from the excruciating torture.

Finally he stopped and waited for her to become quiet.