Kitten Forgot Her Collar

The list of things that I would do to or for my 'Little' is too long too list. I would more than likely miss too many things as well. I will try and tell the stories as they come to mind but, they may also get mixed up with one another and bleed across into one another.

This is intended to be for fun, and as a release for 'Daddy'. The alter ego of this sexual man.

As I round the last corner coming home from work, I see Kitten sprinting through the yard to the porch and front door beyond my vision. 'She's running later than usual.' I think to myself.

Kitten has her own work and ends up running late more times than not. I enjoy that she has her life outside of the 'little' that she plays when we feel like having more than just a bit of fun. It allows her to be the complete woman that all women could be. Confident and powerful in the corporate world. Demure, prissy and protected when she wants to forget about the trials of being grown up.

We have certain rules no matter what:

Rule 1: When at the house the collar with a capital K medallion will always be worn. There is a peg by the front door to hang it on if she decides that she doesn't want to wear it out in public. The public world doesn't need to know what we do. She wears it out often though. I get semi-hard every time she does.

Rule 2: No Panties. Only during her period is she to wear panties. They get in the way of playtime and if I want a dirty up-skirt picture while she's at work it takes less time.

Rule 3: Bras are not to be worn in the house. She has beautiful breasts and if I want to feel one under her shirt, bras make it difficult. She doesn't like them anyway, so this is a win/win rule.

Rule 4: I am Daddy & Daddy makes the rules. This one is for playtime. We have what is called a Daddy Dom/ Little Girl (DD/LG) sex life and it's something that is a part of who we are. Age is not the determining factor of the DD or the LG. It's not about a Daddy/Daughter fetish. It's about her wanting to be dominated and me wanting to take care of someone who likes to be taken care/control of. Our life is a pretty good balance of each of us being able to give input on other aspects of our life and making decisions that are in the best interests of both of us.

I pull in the driveway and toss the ball the neighbor kid threw into my yard back over the fence. I open the door to set down my bag and take off my shoes and I freeze. The collar is on the hook. Her purse and shoes are on the floor, strewn down the hall to the bathroom, but her collar is on the hook. With a mix of fear, that she doesn't want to be my Kitten any more, and anger, that Kitten forgot Rule 1, I take the collar off the hook and walk quietly to the bathroom door and wait.

I hear the toilet flush and, a minute or so later, the sink turns on and off again. I don't hear urgency or hurrying just someone taking care of their business. I wait patiently. Playing with the collar in my hand and hoping she just forgot Rule 1.

The door to the bathroom opens and she has her bra in her hand. As soon as she sees me her hand shoots up to her neck and her eyes get WIDE.

"Daddy! I'msorry. Iwasinahurry. Ihadtopee. Iwasrunning. Iforgot."

I turn, with the collar still in my hand, and start to walk away. I'm going to get the paddle from our room, but she doesn't know that.

"Daddy. Daddy. Don't be mad. I forgot." She's pleading now. I make the turn into our room and open the closet for the paddle. Once she sees the paddle, she knows it's going to be a long night. She at once walks to the footboard of the bed and bends over. She grabs the underside of the mattress and pulls herself until just her toes are on the floor. Her calves are flexed. Her hamstrings are long and beautiful. Her skirt has ridden up to just under her ass and it looks delicious. No time for that now. Now, she needs a reminder about the rules.

I take the hem of her skirt and flip it up over her back. I see the wonderful naked curve of her ass and how it flows into her legs. This view of her always gets me horny and ready to fuck. But punishment first then play.

I lean over the footboard and say, "Now Kitten, how may swats? You forgot Rule 1 and hurt Daddy's feelings. Daddy thought that you didn't want to be his Kitten anymore and until you can prove to Daddy that you still want to be his Kitten, I'm going to keep the collar. So, how many swats?"

Without lifting her head from the mattress she says, "Thirteen, Daddy. One for every letter of Rule Number One."

I smile and put the collar on the bed in her line of sight. "Now keep your eyes open Kitten and keep looking at MY collar."

I raise the paddle and swiftly bring it into contact with the fleshiest part of her ass, just above the junction of her legs and ass. Not swinging as hard as I can, I continue raining swats. I swing with power and accuracy. High, then low, then in between. All the while, she calls out the number of times I've impacted her ass with the paddle. As she counts thirteen, I see her legs and ass relax ever so slightly. 'Wrong move', I think to myself. I raise the paddle one last time and really heave into her. The crack is so much louder than the others that I think I may have split the paddle. She screams from the sudden increase in pain and unexpected fourteenth swat.

"That was for thinking that you were in control. I saw you relax. That just means you're ready for more of my strength." I tell her. No anger now, only calculating my next move.

I use the paddle and I slowly rub some of the sting away with it. I drop it to the floor, with the sound of a bat clattering, and I use my hand now to feel the heat and welts on her ass. It's a bright pink and turning red in places. Hot to the touch and ready for more. I use quick slaps on her ass, powerful and hard. Someone outside the room would think that it's someone masturbating. She starts to squirm and fidget. She's trying to move my current target out of the way of the punishment I'm delivering. It's no use. I easily keep my target. I hear her start to cry, I move my target but only slightly. She's on the edge.

I use my hand to soothe the pain as I listen to her sob. 'She still hasn't used the safe word. So I guess we still have room to go.' I keep running my hand over her ass. I then pick up where I left off. Fast hard swats with my open hand on her bare ass. She is startled by the fresh onslaught, she screams again. This time I'm moving my strikes all over her ass. No distinct target just everywhere. She starts to lose it. I hear her move from the sobbing of before to the hitching cry of someone who needed a release. All the while she keeps looking at the collar on the bed and doesn't try and look away. I recognize the discipline she has for this and to my whim.

I stop.

I raise her, almost hysterical, sobbing and weak form up to me from the footboard. I cradle her in my arms and soothe her hair. "That was outstanding Kitten. I'm so proud of you. The punishment is over." Her head lolls into my neck. We fall into the chair near the bed, and I allow her to sit in my lap and regain control.

There is no hurry in this. I stroke her hair and back.

She needs to cry it out. I kiss her head.

She needs the catharsis of this release. I tell her that she's a 'Good Girl'.

When she is almost 'under control.' (Whatever that is.) I lift her chin to and kiss her on the lips. "Now you need to prove to Daddy that you are his Kitten."

"How Daddy?"

"I'm not sure. Your punishment for the collar is over but, you need to prove to Daddy that you are his and his alone."

"Daddy, I need to pee again. Can I go?"

"Not until you prove what you need to, to Daddy."

"Yes, Daddy."

With that she slides out of my lap and between my knees. With hands that are still shaking, she starts to unhook my belt and unbutton my jeans. I slide my hips forward and watch her get to work. Her tear-streaked red face glowing with excitement. I lift my ass so she can get my jeans and boxer briefs down around my ankles.

I see her smile as my hard on pops free. She uses her position to kiss my thighs and lower abdomen as she works her way to my groin. She uses long tongue strokes, licking up and down my shaft. Moving down she takes her time licking and sucking on my balls while she uses a free hand to pump my dick, making sure that it stays hard. She then moves backup to the head of my dick and begins to swirl her tongue around the tip. When she finally takes it into her mouth, she is looking me right in the eye. (What an amazing turn on.)

Farther and farther down she moves in her first motion until I feel the resistance of the back of her mouth. My hands have never left the arms of the chair as she has begun to savor my cock. I feel her try and force more of my dick into her mouth. She is lifting her ass to get into a better position. Forcing herself to gag on my cock. I take a hand and move the hair from her face and watch her work. She comes up for air and starts to bob her head up and down, pulling her cheeks in from the suction of the work she's doing. Sliding her tongue out against the underside of my shaft she is able to get all of my dick into her mouth. I place a hand on her head and gently hold her there. I love the feeling of her nose buried against my body this way. I move my hand and she immediately starts to move her head again. She looks at me occasionally and I see that she is truly enjoying herself.

After several minutes of this expert blow job, I notice that she has her knees together and a hand buried in her crotch. She's not moving her hand. It's just there and her hips are shifting constantly.

"Kitten, do you have to pee that badly?" I ask.

Without taking my dick from her mouth or slowing one bit, she nods her head and uses her eyes to plead with me.

"Then we should probably move to the bathroom so the mess will be smaller, because I'm not close yet."

With that, I grab her by the hair and start to move to the bathroom. She can't keep up while she's crawling and I end up dragging/pulling her the last four to five feet. Our bathroom has tile from the floor to half-way up the wall and it's a breeze to clean. I help Kitten to her feet with her hair and bend her over the counter. She's soaking wet. Her ass is still cherry red, and I use this to my advantage.

With one hand on the back of her neck, I begin. I use one of my feet to spread hers and run a finger up and down her crotch. She's soaked. The wetness of her pussy is visible on her outer lips and it makes me hornier than I already am. I start to run my fingers up and down her folds. Slowly spreading her wetness up to her ass hole and all over her clit. I stop to brush a hand over her hot ass cheeks and she flinches at the touch. However, she makes no move to retreat. I just rub her ass and play. She starts to whimper.

"Kitten, I want to fuck you now."

"But Daddy, I REALLY have to pee."

"I know sweetie. I'm going to sit on the toilet, and I want you to come sit on my dick. I want you to ride me. Like you would ride a horse or a pony."

"Okay..." she said with questioning in her voice.

I sit down on the toilet and watch her scurry over to me and straddle me. She starts to lower herself down onto my dick and she is shaking. Her tits are in my face as she sits all the way down and starts to fuck herself on my dick. It feels as amazing as ever.

I begin to suck and play with her nipples as she starts to really get into the ride.

I stop playing with her tits long enough to tell her, "I want you to fuck me as long as you can. Don't pee until you can't hold it any longer. Focus on not peeing and fucking me. Do you understand Kitten?"

All she can manage is to nod her head. I sit back and hold her hair back away from her face. She is leaning forward and bucking her hips forward and back, rocking my dick in and out of her wet pussy. I feel her juices starting to collect and run down my balls.

She is starting to sweat. Partly out of exertion and partly out of concentration. Her eyes are closed. I can feel her trying to clench her pussy harder and harder. I'm not sure if she's clenching so she doesn't pee or if it's to help the sex. Either way I don't give a damn, it feels GREAT!

"Daddy... I'm... really... trying..."

"That's a good girl. Just keep fucking me."

She responds by speeding up. She has her eyes squeezed closed. Her breathing is hard. I can tell she's close to cumming.

"Keep going Kitten."

"OHHhhhh FUUUUCCCKKK!!!"

She starts to cum. I can feel her pulsing around my dick as her bladder can't hold any longer. A river of piss is flowing out of her, over my balls and into the toilet. The heat and gush of fluid drive me over my edge, and I pull her tight to me as I start to cum. I buck up into her and release my jizz into her.

I'm physically spent. I rest back against the toilet and just try to breathe. She is spent also it looks like a chore for her to raise her head and look in my eyes. I hold her gaze and nod to her.

"Now you can wear MY collar again. My beautiful Kitten."

I pull her head to my shoulder and we rest.