A Kitten and Her Master

“Head straight, get your arms higher…good.”

Katelyn inspected her trainee’s posture from the side, ensuring she held the tray flat.

“Eyes forward, shoulders up. Up. Quit slouching.” She critiqued, firmly tapping her collarbone with a riding crop.

“Y-yes, Mistress.” Gabby spoke nervously as she straightened her shoulders and neck. When it came to posture, this woman was even stricter than the most persnickety ballet teacher.

Katelyn admired her latest work: a beautiful young blonde in a French maid outfit, standing attentively and holding a silver tray of water-filled glasses. On future occasions, the glasses would be filled with wine or cocktails and hors d'oeuvres might be offered alongside the beverages, but for now it was just being used for training. Learning to hold the tray still and present it gracefully was quite a challenge with your hands chained together in leather cuffs, let alone carrying it while walking in heels, but she was getting the hang of it. The damn brat had refused to follow such orders when she first arrived at the compound a few weeks prior; to think she now scrubbed toilets and cooked meals upon command! That’s the power of a good training regimen, Katelyn mused to herself.

Also admirable about the new and improved Ms. Bolton were her breasts, which stood perky and proud, exposed by the maid’s top that had the entire chest area removed. Katelyn imagined how enticing a glass of champagne would look with those C-cups jutting out over it.

“I’d say you’re coming along pretty well.” The lascivious redhead teased, reaching over to playfully poke a nipple and massage it between her thumb and her index finger.

“Thank you.” She tried her best to sound polite, but her indignation was obvious.

Right as Katelyn opened her mouth to tease her new maid some more, her phone began buzzing inside her pocket. She looked at the caller ID and beamed. Gabby hoped this would lead to her “lesson” being ended early, but instead the pink bandana hanging limp around her neck was stuffed back inside her mouth between her lips. Katelyn finished it off by giving her cheek a light slap and walking out to the patio as she answered her phone.

Gabby couldn’t tell who she was talking to, nor did she care. The summary of her current predicament was visible in front of her, thanks to a wall-length mirror. How she hated having to stare at herself in that ridiculous, humiliating outfit, with literal shackles on her hands and feet, but she dared not turn her head or cast her glance anywhere other than straight ahead; her kidnappers had made sure she knew better. The two evil women who supervised her and Austin were fans of corporal punishment, as was the brute who kept her best friend Megan imprisoned in his personal chambers.

Her French maid getup made her look like someone wearing a cheap Halloween costume, but with the added cruelty of having the area below the collar and above the waistband removed so her breasts could be displayed. Would they make her wear this regularly? Great, just great, she thought, more opportunities for her kidnappers to stare at and grope more parts of her body while ignoring her muffled pleas. The skirt was also too short. Gabby had worn denim miniskirts before, but this one wasn’t even mid-thigh.

Then there was the gag. She looked so stupid, she thought, just standing there with her mouth cracked open because of the cloth wedged inside. The cloth that dried the hell out of her mouth, the cloth she had to let remain while just standing there. Even though it didn’t keep her silent, her speech would still be unintelligible if she tried to speak, not to mention the beating it would result in. She could spit it out if she tried, she knew, since Katelyn hadn’t even bothered tightening the gag around her, but that was sort of the point: her mistress was testing her to see if she could be trusted.

Gabby took a deep breath, closed her eyes and exhaled slowly, trying to get a hold of herself before she broke into tears. Her hand was starting to shake a bit, which risked spilling the contents of the tray. She reminded herself she couldn’t let that happen; her mistress may have only been armed with a riding crop, but the whips, paddles or switches were never far away. She and Austin had learned that the hard way over the past few weeks. Or had it been a month? No way to tell when you spent half the day blindfolded or locked in a cell.

It was inevitable, when you’re the daughter of a man worth 20 million, to consider the possibility of being kidnapped and ransomed. Those fears had been based on what she knew from movies and TV; being grabbed and loaded into a white van, then blindfolded and held in a dark, dingy basement while her captors waited for her parents to pay up. Maybe inconvenienced and uncomfortable, but not seriously harmed. Well, the white van and blindfolding part had certainly come true. Everything else about the ordeal seemed like one long nightmare. Rope, handcuffs, shackles, gags, slaps, spankings and beatings with bamboo canes and belts were simply the order of the day in this hellhole. Most people would have called it a luxurious, sprawling estate with beautiful architecture and great views of the countryside, but the residents inside knew better.

Out on the patio, Katelyn finished her phone call with a cordial exchange of goodbyes and promises to see each other sometime soon. She was pleased to see Gabby still standing there, prim and proper-looking, and was in a better mood than before.

“Good news,” she announced, “one of my friends has just commissioned a new photo shoot.”

Gabby knew no response was required and had no idea what her captor was talking about. She developed a nervous look as she awaited an explanation.

“What’s the matter, slave girl? Feelin’ a little shy?” Katelyn resumed caressing her right breast and pinching the nipple.

Gabby bit down on the cloth wad in her mouth and did her best to suppress a scream. It was unbelievably humiliating being gagged like this, not able to retort or defend yourself. Earlier in captivity, she had been labeled “fussy” for begging her mistress to not rape her, and kept quiet with a black rubber ball for the rest of the week. Even now that her captors had switched to more “chill” gags, the effect was the same. Unable to ask for basic necessities, mocked for not being able to respond, told your mouth was for nothing but sucking, kissing or saying thank you, then forcibly plugged up the rest of the time…she still hadn’t gotten used to it. They loved asking their slaves questions, complaining they couldn’t understand their muffled speech, then taking that as permission to violate and mistreat them and laugh about it in front of them. It was all so unfair; she wanted to cry every time a new gag was tied over or into her mouth.

“But I guess you can service me later.” Katelyn pressed two fingertips against her chin and steered her head to the side, forcing Gabby to look her in the eye. “You look so cute tonight. And you’ve been a pretty good girl lately, so I was thinking about doing something…special.”

The blonde arched her eyebrows nervously at her mistress’s tone.

“Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you.” She giggled and tapped her nose. “Maybe I’ll let you come this time.”

Gabby’s eyes widened with excitement. She had been teased, edged and locked in this chastity belt off and on for the past month, never once being allowed an orgasm the entirety of her captivity.

“I said maybe, princess.” Katelyn pinched her cheek patronizingly and yanked the bandana down around Gabby’s neck. “First, you’re going to make me come.”

“Y-yes, mistress.”

“Atta girl. That slutty little mouth has to be good for something, right?”

“I…I uhhh...” She trailed off as the assault on her body continued.

“Such a prude.” She giggled, “You acted like such a bad bitch before, now look at you.”

“I guess.” Gabby spoke insolently, scrunching her face and rolling her eyes ever so slightly.

Thwack! The blunt end of the crop struck her vulnerable butt cheeks.

“Watch the attitude.” Katelyn said irritably.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.” She replied, wincing and holding back tears.

“You’ve been doing so well lately, princess, don’t fuck it up now.” Katelyn held up a black ball gag and wiggled it mischievously in from of Gabby’s face. “Open up.” She obliged, and the malleable rubber ball filled her mouth. “There we go, nice and snug.” Katelyn said as she buckled the gag into place against the nape of her neck.

“Could be tighter, but…I mean, I think we can trust each other at this point, right princess?”

Gabby nodded, promising to behave.

“HHRRGGHH!” muffled wails sounded from the other room where Bianca was defiling poor Austin. Gabby wanted to cry. It had been pure agony seeing him tortured over this past month and not even being allowed to comfort him.

They weren’t allowed to be in the same room alone or touch each other without permission. Katelyn and Bianca teased that they would be “such a cute couple”, but said they were too horny to be trusted not to do anything naughty. Fat chance of that! The reason they were so horny was the same reason they couldn’t fuck each other even if they wanted to, which Gabby suspected was part of the joke – a cruel joke, but what other kind of joke would these people enjoy? That wretched chastity belt was strapped tight on her body most of the day, and only taken off under strict (and humiliating) supervision, while Austin’s privates were…locked up? She had been horrified to realize what that contraption they kept his penis locked in really was. Who thought of such horrible things?

“Sounds like Mistress Bianca is gettin’ a little carried away, huh?”

She motioned for Gabby to set the tray down on a nearby end table, then hooked one finger through the ring of her collar and began marching her forward.

Katelyn excitedly flung open the double doors to the adjoining room, a red-and-black parlor. Over on a plush sofa by the fireplace, Austin was laying face-down on the chaise, cuffed hands in front, bare ass over the edge while Bianca swatted it furiously with a bamboo cane. He buried his face into the velvet upholstery and howled, occasionally raising his head to plead and swear to his mistress he would be a good boy from now on.

“What was that?” She paused the spanking to glide the tip of her cane lightly across his bruised skin.

“I’m sorry, Mistress.”

“Oh, really…” She slowly traced the tip up his back, then sharply jabbed him with it. “Is that so?”

“Yes, Mistress, I’m sorry, I won’t do it again.”

“What’s going on in here?” Katelyn enjoyed playing coy and acting as cheesy as possible with her friend in front of their toys.

“Nothing I can’t handle; he was just being a bit of a shithead.” Bianca gave him a final, hard whack on his butt, eliciting a surprised yelp.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk; I thought we were past that, puppy.”

Austin shuddered at the weird pet name she had anointed him and tried to think of an appropriate response, but was terrified of another lashing, which was likely for slaves who answered rhetorical questions.

“You know how teenage boys are.” Bianca said, crouching down and running her finger through his hair. “He just needs a little reminder who’s in charge every now and then, isn’t that right, puppy?”

“Yes, Mistress.” He looked her in the eye and made sure to sound as sincere as possible.

“Good.” She stood and pointed her cane at the folded clothing awaiting him on the coffee table. “Now, let’s try again.”

Austin promptly pushed himself up, kept his head bowed and held his hands out while she took the handcuffs off. Next, he wiggled his naked body over to the table and began dressing. Bianca had presented the outfit to him five minutes prior: a blue Abercrombie t-shirt and tattered jean shorts, announcing that he would wear it and pose for some pictures their friends had ordered. Besides his dislike for the ensemble itself, the idea of being photographed in this state is what caused his brief rebellion.

He had displayed some reluctance when first ordered to try the shorts on, which turned into him asking his mistress what kind of bondage he would be in for the photo shoot, which led to him flat-out refusing, which led to him being bent over the nearest furniture and flogged. Such punishments were inevitable for the disobedient, he knew, but he couldn’t bring himself to just accept the humiliation without a fight. Bad enough that he had to strip naked on command and allow these evil women to restrain, gag and abuse him any way they saw fit, but to have pictures taken of such acts and handed out online so some pervert could pleasure themselves…that was too much. Yet here he found himself, ass stinging, getting dressed for the next round of cruelty.

Katelyn nudged Gabby to sit down on the sofa across from them. It was a bit awkward given her restraints, but once she settled in it felt so good to lean back into the cushioning. She hadn’t even realized how much her feet were starting to hurt until she took the pressure off them and sighed. Also surprising was her mistress; instead of sitting on the cushion next to her, sat on the armrest and began rubbing Gabby’s shoulders and neck for her. She sighed and relaxed her body some more.

“What do ’ya think?” Bianca asked her partner. Austin, having finished changing, stood still with his head lowered and his hands folded in front, awaiting his next command.

“Ooo, so cute. I love it.” Katelyn laughed, but wasn’t necessarily mocking. He certainly was cute, in a ‘lost puppy’ sort of way, and though she preferred her boyfriends slightly older and more muscular, Austin’s appeal was obvious. He looked like he should be in a boy band instead of a depraved sex dungeon. They allowed him a somewhat stylish haircut; the sides faded with two inches of thick, dark brown hair on top and combed to the side.

Next to him stood Bianca, a beautiful brunette who shared Katelyn’s athletic build but sported an alt / goth style. Her current outfit of a pink-and-black plaid dress, fishnets, black boots and fingerless gloves contrasted amusingly with the ‘preppy’ look she had decided for him. Also amusing was the height difference. Poor Austin and his fragile ego had to contend with being 5’8” while the women who now ran his every movement stood an extra two or three inches taller, in addition to having his pathetic little cock locked away.

“See?” Bianca stood in front of him and took hold of his chin, “That wasn’t so hard, was it?”

“No, Mistress. Thank you for the cute outfit.” He performed a slight bow / curtsey toward her, as he was trained to do to show gratitude.

“Aww, you’re welcome.” She reached over and patted his back a few times, then nudged him to turn to the side. He grunted a bit as a massive, stiff leather belt was wrapped around his torso and tightened in the front.

“Too tight? Too bad.” Bianca hissed in his ear. She forced his hands behind his back and crossed them into a X-shape, then looped a leather strap through the belt and tied his wrists together. His arms were completely trapped back there.

Bianca took out her phone and began snapping pictures; a few of the bound hands, a few full-body shots, a few of his face. Once that was done, she squatted down and reattached the short chain between the thick leather cuffs on his ankles, then went to work photographing that.

“Don’t be shy, slave boy. Gabby thinks you’re cute,” Katelyn playfully jabbed her maid in the ribs, “isn’t that right?”

“Hmm? Mhhmmhhmm.” She nodded and mumbled into her gag, a bit embarrassed.

The two mistresses laughed, especially when they noticed Austin blushing. He had indeed been staring at his friend’s bare breasts for the past minute. He felt ashamed, but she was so beautiful in that costume and he hadn’t had any relief since the night of their abduction.

His penis remained locked inside a hard plastic, hot pink-colored tube. Not only did it force him to stay a pathetic little nub at all times, thanks to the 2.5 inch length, it was curved downward. There was just enough room in there for his involuntary boners to flex and grow a bit, which made it extra painful. No matter how hard his blood vessels strained against the damn cage, the tiny padlock and ring around his scrotum ensured it wasn’t going anywhere. Not a good situation when you’re surrounded by two sexy kidnappers and one gorgeous fellow prisoner.

Perhaps the true emasculation, though, was that his girlfriend Megan was being held prisoner in some other section of this mansion they called “the compound”. He had heard her screaming several times, and only seen her once in three weeks. When the man who now owned her paid Bianca a visit, Austin happened to be ball-gagged and strapped to a chair. The man had, of course, taken this opportunity to taunt him about his predicament, even flicking his caged penis a few times and mocking its size. That was probably the worst humiliation he had faced so far.

“Okay, now open up and hold still while I gag you. Good boy.” Bianca crammed a rolled-up white bandana in between his teeth and tied the ends into a very tight knot against the back of his head. Next, she took some makeup from her bag and applied it to his face. A light dusting of foundation, some blush to make him look extra innocent, and some eyeliner to accentuate his big blue eyes he so often batted at her.

Austin hated being “powdered up” almost as much as he hated being caged or being gagged, though all three were so shitty it was hard to decide on a first. Bianca smirked wickedly at him as she photographed his new look, while he tried not to cry. Good, she thought; this particular client would love that.

“Alright, I think 20’s enough for now.” Bianca said as she finished up. “Now, let’s get to the real fun.”

She and Katelyn smiled at each other, knowing what came next. Austin and Gabby hoped this meant all bondage and punishment was done for the night, and were disappointed when they found themselves dragged into the adjoining bedroom. The bedroom wasn’t exactly a place of love and kindness, not in this hellhole.

Katelyn shed her baggy jeans and white tank top, and quickly stepped into a red-and-black corset, ruffled black skirt and ankle boots. She had Gabby zip her up in the back, which earned the maid another pinch on the cheek. It was a rather impractical and ridiculous outfit, but whatever, it was sexy as hell and she was there to have fun.

Once he had shuffled awkwardly over to the ottoman, Bianca un-cuffed Austin’s feet. His relief was short-lived, however, as she then yanked his shorts and boxers down and ordered him to step out of them. Katelyn sat on the edge of her massive canopy bed with her legs splayed open and patted the space in between.

“Over here, puppy.”

He sat where she had indicated and awaited his next command nervously. Bianca steered Gabby over to the bed and helped her kneel beside it, then took a few steps back and prepared to photograph the next event. Their good friend the senator was paying top dollar for this.

“You’ve been pretty good lately.” Katelyn ran her fingers through Austin’s hair with her left hand and tickled his inner thigh with her right. “But not as good as her.”

She motioned toward Gabby, who had officially “submitted” two nights prior by going down on both her mistresses without any fussing or any restraints. Hence, they were a bit easier on her in terms of discipline and a bit more generous with rewards and comforts. Austin was a lot more submissive than when he first showed up, yet he still had to be gagged, slapped and handcuffed every night it seemed. She would give him another chance, tonight, to finally submit.

“Mmsssrryy.” He mumbled, attempting an apology.

“Shhh,” she held a finger up to his lips, “if I wanted your opinion I probably wouldn’t gag you, would I?”

He quickly shook his head and allowed her to continue.

“I think it’s these bad boys” She reached down and rubbed his swollen balls, “I think they’re making you a little cranky. You don’t want me to decide they’re becoming a liability. Better start controlling it, or I’ll send you down to Mexico for some ‘snippy-snippy’ surgery.”

Austin gasped and his face went white at the threat. He moaned ‘please’ and ‘no’ over and over again while shaking his head in terror.

“That’s right, sweetie, we do that here.” Katelyn taunted. “So quit fucking around.”

“Well, you have the rest of the night to think it over.” Bianca told him as she started snapping pictures again. The look on Gabby’s face was priceless. She looked so scared and so dumb with her eyes wide open in terror and her lips sucking on the big black ball. “You’ll still be my toy, even if we turn you into a eunuch.”

“Mrrffkkk?! Nnnmmpphh!” He pleaded.

The mistresses both laughed at the idea while the two slaves couldn’t believe what they were hearing. They actually had never done such a thing, and didn’t have any contacts in Mexico let alone that of an evil surgeon, but it was an effective was to reign in the slave boys. As they always told them, maybe we’re bluffing, but there’s only one way to find out right? And they never wanted to take that gamble, simple psychology.

Even if they were prepared to do such a thing to their slaves, they wouldn’t with this one. Quality male slaves were rare, and ones as healthy, fresh and cute as him were almost unheard of. If he was lucky, a rich man would buy him as a gift / toy for his daughter, but more likely, he would end up a permanent cook / bang-maid for some other sadistic mistress. Was there a term for that, Bianca wondered? ‘Bang-guy-maid’ or something?

“So, are you gonna be a good boy for us tonight?” Katelyn took his chin in her fingers and steered his head to meet her gaze. His eye makeup was starting to run, as he was crying, and he nodded hysterically to everything she said.

“Awesome. The clients are gonna love this.” She produced an intimidating, 7-inch dildo attached to a harness. “Now, who should get some dick tonight?”

Austin turned his head in revulsion and moaned, while Gabby stared in shock and blinked away a few tears. Her makeup was starting to run, too.

Katelyn quit stroking Austin’s hair and looped a belt around his neck. She twisted and yanked until it choked him hard enough to make his eyes cross, and forced his head back in her direction.

“Look at it.” She ordered coldly.

“Hrrmmpphh…” He looked at it alright, and appeared more distraught than ever.

“Maybe you should go first, slave girl.” Katelyn reached down and tapped Gabby’s nose a few times with the dildo’s tip, laughing as the girl moaned and jerked her head away. “Or not. Maybe bitch boy needs a good, ol fashion prostate massage? I bet this little guy would appreciate it.”

She stopped choking him and took hold of his caged penis. As much as he hated and feared her, there was no denying how beautiful she was, not to mention how good her touch felt to someone as affection-starved as he was. His cock surged and began dancing around inside the plastic tube, twitching up and down as it tried to break free.

“See, he likes it.” Bianca laughed. Katelyn stood up and expertly tied the strap-on’s harness around her pelvic region, waved the rubber cock around and shoved Austin onto his back with his legs still dangling over the side of the bed.

Austin whimpered and squirmed as she grabbed his thighs and dragged his butt closer to the edge. She stuffed a pillow under his lumbar, wet the tip with some K-Y Jelly, and went to town. He let out an adorable yelp when she first penetrated him, then squinted his eyes shut and screamed when she slid the rest of the shaft balls-deep inside. Katelyn pumped in and out enthusiastically. She pulled his hair and leaned down to yell in his face, encouraging him to moan harder for his mistress and tell her how much he liked it. Pointless while he’s gagged, she knew, but it was fun. He alternated between squealing and making guttural moans of pain as she fucked him, and she alternated between thrusting fast and taking it slow; slowly pushing the rubber dong was all the way inside so she could grind hard against the built-in vibrator.

Bianca continued snapping pictures from her phone, from every angle she could think of. Besides the main action, Gabby remained kneeling obediently, looking oh so cute in her maid costume. She was next, and Bianca pressed her legs together thinking about how much fun she would have when it was their turn. Little did she know, Gabby was feeling a bit horny herself. She hated the pained groans and screams currently filling the room, but there was no denying that under her infernal chastity belt, her own body ached for some release.