Christmas Kitten

Written by nikiya, for the pleasure of BondoFox
Furryized by BondoFox

Copyright © 1995 by nikiya, 2003 by BondoFox, all rights reserved. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, is coincidental.

You pulled into your parking space and heaved a sigh. It had taken a great deal of self-control to remain courteous to the belligerent customer with the "emergency" copy machine problems. If he'd call when the problem began instead of band-aiding the thing until there was a major mess … your thoughts trailed off as your eyes landed on the mini pawcuffs hanging from your mirror. You reached up with one finger and set them swaying, your bushy fox tail beating against the floor behind your seat. "Should have put kitten in bondage today.

"Maybe I'll give her a call." Your mind on more pleasant matters, you almost smiled as you got out of the car. Oh, the things you would do to slavegirl …

Beth called your name urgently as soon as you walked into the store. "Chris!!"

You took another deep breath, another "emergency"?

"Yes?"

"A package was delivered for you while you were out. It's behind the counter." She paused. "It's the one tied with the red ribbon."

You checked behind the counter. It looked like the boxes roses were delivered in. You quickly decided this would best be opened down in your workspace.

"Thank you." You disappeared down the stairs.

* * *

Inside the box was a long shank of cotton rope, a single red rose tied amongst it with more red ribbon, and a key to room 304 at the Super 8 Motel. No verbal message.

You needed none.

* * *

You managed to get the rest of the afternoon off, and headed over to the Super 8, straight to 304.

On the doorknob was a spool with a remnant of ribbon and a rather large sprig of mistletoe. You let yourself in.

You chuckled at the sight before you. A large, shiny paper tree, complete with ornaments, was hung on the corner wall. On the floor beneath it lay an eager calico feline slavegirl who perked up immediately at the sight of you. The greeting you received was "Mmmmmphffff!!!" as a red scarf with a knot in the middle was securely gagging me. As I squirmed at the excitement of your arrival, the jingle bell on my collar tinkled. I had a red bow in my hair and and a matching one near the end of my tail, and lay hogtied with red ribbon. As I struggled to move closer to you, I rocked and you could see the red ribbon bondage on my breasts. I wiggled and mewed my enthusiastic request that you come closer. You grinned and sat down on the near corner of the bed, giving me time to work my bound way over to you. I got close and pressed a gagged kiss to your feet.

"Well, heeeeello, kitten!" You grinned and tugged on my hogtie. I think we can do better that this, slave." Untying my handiwork, you quickly had me securely bound.

"Niiiiiiiiiice."

I was squirming and mmmmphfing rapidly. Even ungagged, the "Oh, Master! I love you -- it's so great to see you -- I want you so much -- please take me, please pleasure yourself in me, I know this is late -- how about an 8th day of Christmas present?" would have been blurred together in my excited rush to say it all. Fortunately for me, you just knew.

I was a very lucky, very happy slavegirl.

"Side, slave." I rolled half over and you inspected my breast bondage, a good amount of breast fondling going into the inspection. I shivered in delight, wiggling and pleading all the harder with my body, mewing wildly, desperate to feel your body on mine.

You grinned teasingly and slapped my backside. "Looks like you need a red bottom to complete the ensemble, kitten. My crop is back in my car."

With a shake of my head, I indicated the top of the dresser. There you found a submissively-offered wooden paddle, leather paddle, riding crop, and silver hairbrush … each with a red ribbon tied on the handle.

"Oh, nice, kitten!" Your approval tickled me end. I squirmed harder.

You used the scissors to undo my hogtie, knotted ribbon is nigh impossible to untie. Leaving my wrists and ankles bound, just no longer to each other, you selected a paddle, sat down and patted your lap.

"Here, kitten."

I made my way over to you and up onto your lap. The excitement and mild fear of the sting both clear in my eyes.

You gripped the base of my tail in one paw to keep it out of your way and rubbed the paddle softly and smoothly over my calico-spotted cheeks and thighs for so long that I almost relaxed, then *SPANK!*SPANK!*SPANK!*SPANK!*SPANK!*SPANK!* over and over, varying the rhythm, keeping me off guard. Finally you ran your paw lightly over my burning cheeks. "Pretty, kitten … very pretty."

I attempted to work a sincere "Thank you, Master" past my gag.

You helped me up onto the bed, over onto my back. I wiggled and scooted a bit, the cool bedspread comforting my backside. You snipped the ribbon at my ankles, quickly spreading my legs and tying my hindpaws securely to opposite corners of the bed. For added measure, you also tied my tail down to the corner foot of the bedframe. My pussy open for you, the wetness and scent of my arousal were clear. Your cock grew even harder and you quickly undressed.

I lifted my hips eagerly as you climbed over and mounted me. Your cock slid firmly, deeply up into my pussy with ease. I clenched my muscles tight around your cock, mewing the thrill of you. I squirmed and wiggled and rocked against you, as your paws roaming my body, your chest against mine and your cock thrusting into me, drove me wild. I tugged and pulled at my legs, but the bondage kept me firmly in place. My tied tail attempted to sway back and forth in frustration, the noises behind my gag were becoming desperate pleadings.

You moved your mouth up, nuzzling my neck as you continued to stroke your cock steadily in my pussy, your knot now swelling within me and the friction even more intense.

"Need to cum, slavegirl?" was whispered heavily in my ear.

I nodded my head frantically.

"Now, slave," you commanded as your own climax raged, pouring into me!

After a moment's rest, you raised up enough to release my gag, then leaned in to French me. I savored your kiss, getting all I could of you.

When you moved back, I looked happily into your eyes.

"I love you, Beloved Master."