The Breaking of Kitty Pt4

Master M turned back to Kitty, pulled the chair closer to the counter, sat down and stretched his feet out in front of him. He looked at her for a long time without speaking, sipping from a can of beer as he scrutinised his victim. Finally he spoke.

‘You’ve got a nice place here, Kitty, perfect for your training. I wonder if you chose it so that no one could hear you scream? After all, you did advertise yourself as an experienced slave, didn’t you?’

Kitty eyes, already lowered, closed and she swore silently, impotently, at herself for her stupid naivety.

‘Not quite true, huh, slut? Whilst you were having a little sleep this afternoon I had a look at the history on your computer. It seems you’ve been aware of BDSM for, oh, a whole four days now. I was impressed that you managed to follow most of my orders over the weekend though; it shows you have the aptitude and desire to comply. But before that, wow, 10 hours continually surfing the most hardcore perverted porn you could find. How many times did you come, Kitty? From the stench on that towel on your chair,your cunt must have been working overtime.’

Kitty could feel herself blush with shame at having her uninhibited lust described so crudely. Yet his words vividly brought back the perverted images that had excited her so much. She suddenly realised that she would not now look out of place on the computer screen, naked, tied and gagged. Her body reacted to her thoughts and she could feel the moisture seeping out of crotch.

It wasn’t just the words he was using that aroused her, but his voice as well; it was low, melodic and the accent verged on being aristocratic without being pompous. She pressed her pubic bone into the worktop imperceptibly to intensify the feeling of pleasure. He noticed, of course.

‘Oh, are you getting turned on, Kitty?’ he asked mildly. ‘Sluts like you are always ready to cum aren’t you? And just to make things clear on the language front, you have a cunt—not a ‘pussy’ or ‘vagina’ or any other twee de***********ion—tits and an arse and I have a cock and you will learn to beg to even look at it —understand?’

Kitty nodded, ‘’es ‘Aster.’ Her face was now flaming and her cunt throbbing so hard she would not have been surprised if he could hear it.

‘You’ll have to wait a little while, I’m afraid. Unlike most Masters I encourage frequent orgasms as a mark of obedience. However, we need to chat a little longer before I will allow you to climax.’ He took another long pull on the beer can and was silent until he saw the colour in Kitty’s face fade.

‘As a slave you aren’t, strictly speaking, entitled to any information about your fate, but seeing as you are supposed to be a smart bitch, but quite obviously are a complete novice, I’ve decided to educate you a little.’ He laughed softly. ‘I have to tell you, Kitty, you should have spent a bit more time reading the boring stuff rather than wanking. You might not be in so much

trouble if you had learned even the basics. As it is you made every fucking mistake in the book; giving your real name and area in your emails were hilarious! Well, I just had to see if you were for real.’

He pulled a small disc machine from his jeans and touched a button.

Kitty heard his voice then her own.

‘S.S.C.’

‘Have you heard of it?’

‘No, sorry.’

‘Thanks, but as I said there’s no S.S.C. here.’

Kitty went cold and her arousal died. He was the motorbike courier.

‘I have to tell you, I was very glad of that helmet otherwise you would have seen me laughing! For your information, kitty, S.S.C. stands for ‘safe, sane and consensual’ and is the mantra of all BDSM aficionados. I’m sure you can work out the meaning. Me? I don’t bother with rules. I make my own. Seeing as you hadn’t heard of S.S.C. I was pretty sure that you’d not set up a safe call. That’s why we drove you around as you woke up; I wanted to check if anyone would ring your mobile or check your house. Bingo! You told no one, and no one knows your dirty little kinky secrets, do they?’

He picked up a long whippy cane from the floor and brought it down on her back. The blow wasn’t hard but it shocked her and made her whole body jerk. He ran the cane down to her hands and up to the top of her head where he bounced it playfully a couple of times. Kitty hated that; he was mocking her and she felt incredibly stupid. She felt tears welling up in her eyes and blinked them back, desperate not to give him the satisfaction. He looked at her for a long moment.

‘Now, back to business, whore. You fucked up, which is very bad news for you, but very, very good news for me.’

His voice was now devoid of its chatty tone and he leaned forward, fixing his piercing eyes on her.

‘As I mentioned, I was in the Army. When I left, I moved into the security industry; protection, espionage, a bit of exotic entertainment.