Kitty

Kitty stood and looked at herself in the mirror, pleased with the reflection. He had told her he was coming to see her bearing gifts, so she wanted to look good for him. Her new baby doll nightie looked stunning on her, just long enough to cover but still show glimpses of her little panties underneath, and the soft silky material displayed her pert breasts perfectly.

She had arranged her lounge as he liked it, a cushion for her to curl up on and a chair central to the room for him, so that when the doorbell rang she did a quick check all was as it should be when she hurried through to greet him. He smiled down at her as she embraced him and rubbed herself sensually up his body, her kitty-greeting always resulting in a lump forming in his pants that she made sure her pelvis teased against. Releasing him she scampered back into the lounge and sat on her cushion, turning to watch him remove his long coat before sitting in his chair, her eyes drawn to the large bag he placed by his side.
He caught her look and laughed.

“Patience lil Kitty, all will be revealed soon enough!”

She smiled at him and wriggled over her cushion, stretching and letting him see her lithe figure under the baby-doll, purring at him with a cheeky grin.

“Awwww Sir…you know how Kitty loves surprises (she licked her lips)..and Kitty is always VERY grateful….”

He smiled and shook his head.

“You are an incorrigible lil puss-cat, so I guess I may as well show you now.”

Kitty giggled and clapped her hands in glee, rising up onto her knees to get a better look at what he had brought her. He carefully opened the bag and removed several parcels, which he placed on the floor between them, then looked up at her.

“You are a beautiful lil Kitty; however there have been things missing (he smiled at her pout), and these will make all the difference.”

He passed her the first parcel, which she tore open like a child at Christmas. She gasped when a soft furry mask fell into her lap. It was black, the fur very sleek, with small ears and even whiskers! She giggled excitedly and put it on, loving the way it fitted snugly over her head. She jumped up and crossed to the mirror over her fireplace, grinning hugely at the kitty that looked back at her!

“Oh Sir I LOVE it!!”

She went to give him a hug but he raised his hands.

“Not yet lil one, there are still things to open so back on the cushion.”

She gave another pout and jumped onto the large floor cushion, once again up on her knees and jiggling from side to side, waiting for the next parcel.
He passed another, and she ripped it open quickly. Inside were two long gloves, made of the same sleek fur, that when she slid them on came up to her elbows and transformed her hands into paws. The fingers were cut so that just her nails showed through the ends, and on her palm were three soft pads just like a real cat! She held her arms up and admired the way they fitted; now she had paws!!
She bounced on her cushion in excitement.

“Oh Sir they are lovely! Look how they make Kitty’s front legs all sleek and furry!!”

He chuckled again at her bouncing.

“Settle down lil Kitty, still things to go yet!!”

He passed her another parcel, the paper from this soon joining the growing pile next to her cushion. Inside was a flat box, and when she opened it she found a slim crystal and leather collar, with a small crystal bell. With a squeak she scrambled across to him, turning her back and lifting her hair. He reached down and slipped it around her neck, fastening it so it was not too tight. As soon as his hands had finished she jumped up and went back to the mirror, the bell making soft tinkles as she moved. She preened in the mirror, turning this way and that to admire the collar (and make the bell tinkle) before returning to her cushion all flushed and giddy.

“Now I am a proper Kitty, and have my Owners collar!!”

He lifted up the last parcel and waved it at her.

“And this will complete my Kitty’s new look!”

She held out her new paws and took it from him with a giggle, nails scrabbling at the paper until something long and furry fell onto her knees. She picked up the sleek black tail, her mouth open as she saw it finished in a shaped crystal butt plug. Her eyes went from the plug to his and back again, her bottom lip being chewed as she contemplated how she would wear this. His laughing made her stop and look at him.

“Come here lil Kitty, I want to see how it all looks on you. Turn around and lift those little hips up for me!”

Kitty crawled slowly towards him, and shuffled around so she was facing the other way. She watched over her shoulder as she felt her panties being lowered to her knees, and slipped from her legs. His fingers stroked her firm bottom, then delved between her legs, making her catch her breath as they found her clit and stroked her gently. He played up and down her pussy, Kitty rocking back at him and arching with a purr as his fingers slipped inside her, moving slowly, and she could feel her juices starting to run down her thigh. She gave a little whimper as his fingers slipped out of her and moved up, circling her tight ass, using her juices to tease her open a little. Kitty moaned loudly when the plug was pushed into her pussy, and moved around inside her to get it coated and slippery before she held her breath as it slid up to her ass and was eased inside her. She had never been touched in this way before, the feeling of being filled was a new one for her, so when he told her to crawl around for him, let him see how she looked, she clenched tightly and moved slowly on all fours, the tail swishing down her thighs. Kitty stalked around the room, her eyes on him as he watched with a small smile, those eyes widening as he unzipped his pants and pulled out his large hard cock.

“Such a pretty lil Kitty, look what you have done! Come over here and say thank you properly.”

She slowly and deliberately crawled to him, licking her lips as she reached his knees and rested her chin on his thigh.

“Does Sir want Kitty to clean him?”

He growled and angled his cock towards her mouth, so Kitty moved her head and licked the tip of him gently, purring in her throat as she worked around his cock licking and sucking as a good kitty can. She could feel him swell in her mouth, and knew he was getting hornier by the second. She heard a small “click” and found he had attached a long diamante lead to her collar. He eased himself out of her mouth and stood, lifting the lead and turning her around.

“Lets take you back to your cushion lil Kitty, your Owner wants to feel you around him.”

He walked slowly towards the cushion, Kitty crawling alongside, once there he told her to kneel and go down onto her elbows. Kitty lowered herself slowly, watching his hard cock twitching, knowing he was going to use his pussycat, and when he knelt behind her using his thighs to spread her wide she whimpered and purred at his urgency. He lifted her tail and held it in his right hand as he guided himself into her, Kitty mewling and arching at being filled so quickly, the sensation made different by the pressure from the plug inside her ass. His left hand held her hips as he started to move quickly, the lead held taut to keep her head up and back as she was taken hard and fast. Her Owner grunted in passion as his little kitty squirmed and moaned, until with a growl he came deep inside holding her tight to him as he emptied his balls.
With a sigh he slipped out of her and patted her behind.

“Roll over kitty, I want to watch you play for me.”

She was close to coming herself, so rolled over quickly and stretched across the cushion, her thighs falling wide apart as she touched herself with her new paws. She was lost in the sensation of the fur rubbing over her swollen clit when she noticed he had set up a camera, and was recording her as she fingered.

“Don’t stop lil Kitty, it is for me to enjoy when I am away from you, and I know you will like to watch yourself afterwards!”

The thought of him getting off on watching her, AND recording it to enjoy later, made her fingers move faster. She arched towards the camera so that it would pick up the detail of her hard nipples and panting mouth. Kitty rolled sensuously over the cushion, showing herself off as her fingers pumped into her, she was on the very edge but couldn’t come, and didn’t want to stop showing him how a Kitty could writhe. She was whimpering and mewling, desperate now, and she turned her back to the camera and lifted her hips so she exposed her pussy clearly, knowing it would be dripping with both their juices as her fingers worked around and inside herself. She turned her head so that she could look over her shoulder at him and the camera, purring quietly.

“Please Sir, can Kitty have her cream now and come for you?”

He nodded, so still looking at him she rubbed her paw hard over her clit, grinding it into her pubic bone. Kitty threw back her head and mewed loudly as the orgasm rippled through her, making her hips shudder as she fell forward onto the cushion and wriggled against her hand. She lay there panting and sighing as he reached forward and stroked her back gently.

“My good lil puss-cat, I shall make you perform for me more often!”

LETHAL OBSESSION

Synopsis

Angela Martin is like everyone else. She wants acceptance. Love. Passion.

For five years she’s lived with the pain of knowing her husband cheats on her. She’s dealt with the heart-rending rejection by rebuilding her life around her work, becoming the first woman detective in the history of the Moose Creek, N.C., police department.

Then she stumbles upon him. A man who reawakens desire, who makes her feel more alive than she believed possible by pulling her into a world of bondage and dominance, devotion and trust taken to a new level, fear mingling with desire, a craving stronger than any drug.

Soon women start turning up dead in Moose Creek, bound and tortured, tied in ways that Angela finds startling familiar. Angela’s heart tells her that her newfound love cannot be the killer, her detective instincts tell her otherwise, and her obsession with this new lifestyle draws her back to him, even at the risk of her life.

LETHAL OBSESSION is a tale of sex and bondage, love and fear, desire and suspicion, with an ending that will leave you breathless, craving more.

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About the Beautiful Shandra Miller

Shandra is a mid-western gal who left home at 16 and never looked back. Eventually she made her way to Florida, worked for three years as a carnie and another three with a circus — yes, a real, live, honest-to-god circus. Traveled all through the South and Mid-Atlantic, town to town, on the road eight months at a time.

Now she’s a small-town office girl, filing papers, answering the phone. She doesn’t own a cell phone or a TV, she takes long walks at night, lies in the grass in the day time and watches the clouds go by, and she writes erotica. Blazing hot erotica. And mystery stories dripping with lust, sex and suspense.

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An excerpt from

LETHAL OBSESSION

Angela took a deep breath, exhaled, then opened the door and stepped in.

She felt the blood drain from her face, the strength leave her legs. She stumbled, grabbed the door handle for support. It wasn’t enough. Her knees buckled and she leaned her body against the door jamb. Angela closed her eyes. Do not pass out. Do not lose it. She flinched when a hand touched her shoulder.

“Detective?”

It was Tank, and his voice – his touch – brought Angela back to her senses. She stood straight and turned away, facing back toward the parking lot.

“You okay?” he asked, surprise in his eyes.

Get a grip. Moose Creek was a small town – a fourth of its entire police force stood before Angela – and she was the first woman ever hired outside of a clerical deputy. She had worked hard, taken on all the most difficult cases that managed to spring up in their town, went through the toughest training courses she could find, and it had paid off. Angela had the respect of her chief, even the awe of some of the younger officers, yet she still carried a small chip on her shoulder. Crimes were not supposed to bother her, and she worked hard at showing no reaction….

…Angela braced herself and turned back inside.

Across the room the nude body of a woman hung. Her arms were stretched overhead, wrists bound together and then tied to a metal loop driven into the ceiling. A scarf was tied around her head, acting as a blindfold, and another gagged her, holding what looked to be another balled-up piece of cloth deep in her mouth.

A tremble ran through Angela’s body. Just do your job. She looked around. It was a bare room – bed undisturbed, small cheap desk against one wall, next to a low chest of drawers. On that set a television, blaring some music video channel.

Angela pulled two latex gloves from her pocket and put them on. Carefully, so as to offer minimal disturbance to the scene, she walked across the room, stopping to take the remote from where it set on top of the television. She clicked a button to see what channel it was on, checked to see the last channel it had been on, then clicked the mute button. She turned back to the victim and stepped to her.

Dried mascara lined her face. She had cried. From the look of her face she had cried a lot. Angela struggled to focus, to think, flashbacks playing through her head, the feeling of dread, of helplessness, of seeing nothing but darkness, hearing nothing but the sound of her own muffled voice and the slap of leather against her body.

Angela stepped around behind the woman – red marks crisscrossed her buttocks, the back of her legs, a couple snaking their way around her hip to the front. Angela felt faint, ghost-pain stings from her own butt surfacing in her mind. And, despite her fear, and revulsion of what she was now investigating, from somewhere inside she felt…arousal at the memory of her own experience….

Blurb

Chapter One

The sight at the end of her gun set Elizabeth Murphy on fire. Eighteen months without sex had her craving the touch of a man. Yet, most didn’t even cause a stir in her blood, but this one sparked a reaction in her libido.

Why?

She blinked and stared at the man riding across her land.     What did he have that other men didn’t?

Wide shoulders and with his cowboy hat set low over his eyes, he moved with the gate of the horse as if he were an extension of the animal. The gentle rocking reminding her of…she lowered her rifle. A deep-seated yearning curled in her stomach.

As a woman on a spread by herself, she couldn’t afford to be friendly with strangers. No, she had to protect the ranch and greet everyone with caution.

Standing on the front porch of her cabin, she allowed her gaze to venture to the barn, then onto the corral where two horses stood. She’d brought them in from the fields a few hours ago in anticipation of her trip into town tomorrow. The sun sinking low on the horizon reminded her that she had supper waiting inside.

The increase patter of a horse’s hooves caught her attention and she stared again at the stranger.

“Might as well stop right there,” Lizzie called and cocked her gun. “I’m not much on uninvited guests.”

The man pulled on the reins, drawing the horse to a walk and then to a stop. “I can understand why a woman in your position might feel that way, but I’m a friend of your husband.”

The thought didn’t inspire warmth. Instead, she lifted her gun. “My husband was a gun-slinging gambler. He didn’t have the most reputable friends.”

A slight smirk passed over the man’s lips. He nodded. “Yes, but I knew him as a child back in Oklahoma. Heath Holmes is the name. I’m sure Daniel mentioned me once or twice.”

The name did sound familiar. What had Daniel said about Heath?

She licked her lips and fought the hunger to see this man’s strong muscular body naked and up close. She stared at his mount to gather more information. His black horse had the markings of a thoroughbred. The detail design of his saddle, and the rich quality of the man’s clothes spoke of someone who had money. So why visit her here?

“I recall the name, but Daniel didn’t particularly enjoy his childhood. His mother didn’t provide him with a great upbringing.” Lizzy lowered her gun to her waist but kept the barrel pointed at Heath. Could she trust him?

“True, at times he would have starved, if not for my family, but then with six mouths to feed, what was one more?” Heath swung his leg over the saddle and stepped down from his horse, and turned.

Lizzie’s mouth watered and her palms slipped on the gun. She rested the butt of her rifle on the porch railing for fear of firing it off accidently. Thoughts of what Daniel has said about his youth warred with her desire to get to know Heath better. Her gaze slid down his six foot frame, broad shoulders, full chest, trim waist, and thick thighs. Nothing about him seemed to hint at him not being able to take on any task.

“Right, Daniel did mention his mother’s love of whiskey and how your family was his saving grace.” Lizzy waved him over to the barn. “Why don’t you unsaddle your horse and put him in the corral? There’s a pump next to the water trough if you want to clean up and stay a spell?”

She stepped back as Heath grew closer. The desire racing through her body tempted her with thoughts of jumping off the porch and into his arms. With only a few kisses, he could have her out of her bloomers and be pounding his cock deep inside her within seconds.

A sigh escaped at finally satisfying her lust for sex. Stunned by the needy sound, she rushed on with, “I was just getting ready to set down for supper, if you’d like to join me?”

“Thanks, I’ll just get Sasha settled and be right in.” Heath grinned and led his horse to the barn.

Lizzy backed through the open doorway and set her gun in the rack by the door. Thoughts raced through her head as to what she should do. Living alone had its advantages and disadvantages. No one knew what she did or didn’t do. So if she wanted to take a temporary lover, who would be the wiser?     However, she didn’t want to get involve with the wrong type of man again either.

Daniel had married her and stayed around for a few weeks at a time too, but he had wanderlust. His lifestyle up to the point where he married her allowed him to come and go as he pleased. He didn’t really like ranching and had relished the chance to get away occasionally for random trips. She didn’t want another man like him, even though the sex between them had been wild whenever he returned home. Next time around, she wanted a man who’d stay by her side and enjoy helping her with the ranch.

She walked to the counter and looked out the window.

Could Heath be that man?

Years ago, there was a lot more hazing in sororities and fraternities.  It still exists, but simply not as much.  I was a 19 year old girl from a small town at a college in Illinois.  In my first semester I was completely fruitless at finding acquaintances, and so I joined a sorority.  It wasn’t the highest class sorority on campus, but it was about halfway up the Greek caste system and I was eager to just do some social parties and the like, I didn’t care how snooty people were, and beside this one, I did not actually have to live there, I could come and go and stay in my dorm.

The first week was pretty standard.  I wasn’t in love by my chairwoman and leaders by any means, but they did have the connections to meet guys and threw a lot of social events.  I helped plan a dance for later in the year, felt that my co chairwoman Sara was a bit superficial, but we had fun enough shopping at the mall and she hooked me up with someone to give me a fake ID.  Hey, things were looking up for sure!  This was what college was supposed to be about.  I was slowly realizing that no bad this “rush week was next week, I should just suck it up.  What’s a little sleep loss and teasing to a young woman when there is light at the end of the tunnel? No big deal.  I started to want to get it over with and enjoy my freshman life; I was not going to feel so isolated on weekends.  I could still study, but whenever I did not want to, there would be a social beehive for me to buzz on into.  And I was ready.

Well rush week was upon us and we were all gathered in the main living room of the sorority.  My main chairwoman had called in some reinforcements from another chapter.  They wore whistles and 2 were dressed in their underwear, two were dressed in workout attire.  On the table was a couple doctors’ tote looking bags that I could not see the contents of clearly.  They were blasting music from the 80’s and there were bottles of whiskey and Petron, top shelf tequila, also beer and wine.  So Sara started talking.  “Alright bitches! Line up! All desperate fifteen of you! This first night is going to be the whore night, you girls are going to show us how bad you want to belong to this chapter!!! Now line up!”

Well, we all lined up and they turned the music up and got paddles out.  We stripped to our underwear and were lined up by the table.  “Alright, you bitches, every time we spank your ass you girls are going to take a shot.  And we are going to be spankin’ awhile!!!”  I was motioned over to the table and was slightly embarrassed but thought that I could still get through this without a problem.  Her hand sure did rest on my thigh before raising the paddle.  Well she spanked me four times, and after the second I was cringing.  I did two shots of whiskey and 2 shots of tequila.  At this point I was not drunk, but it did kill the pain of the spanking and I nervously kept my palms face down on the booze table.  Two other girls were already in tears.

After about 9 shots and ten smacks on the ass, I was really done with the spanking.  I know some people like it, but at this point it hurt way more than a traditional excitement or kink spank.  Now the ringleader was apparently going to force us to make out with our cohorts who were also rushing. “Alright! Line up! You girls are going to make out with your fellow rushers and you will not move to the next step of the hazing until we say that you are done.”  So now I was drunk and facing another girl Elizabeth.  I was not excited by this at all.  Neither was she, and as we fumbled with each other for about ten minutes, the ringleaders made us put each others’ hands on the others butt and I will never forget the sensation of a stinging ass, kissing another girl, drunk and being yelled at. At this point I was really starting to wonder if it was worth it.

The next step was in a much smaller room.  The ringleaders had tiny butt plugs and actually had them lubed up.  At this next stage Sara barked out “Alright, we are going to watch a sitcom show and whenever the TV audience laughs, you have to take the buttplug and move it in and out of the person in front of you.  After half the show is over, switch partners.” Now this was getting tough. I had a girl who was gentle on me but I was almost completely naked, in front of other people, with a lubricated butt plug being shoved in and out during a sitcom laugh track.  I was not in tears but this was just going very far.  The last stop of the train was back to the original table where we were instructed to put clothespins on each other’s nipples.  I’ll never forget standing there with a sore ass, drunk, butt feeling weird from the butt plug, with my hands over my head like I was in army training and clothespins on my nipples.

During that week there was a bit more spanking and yelling but no more butt plugs.  I did get through rush and join the sorority.  I was quite mad at the ringleaders for about a week.  For what I endured.  And by the next year when I had the opportunity to do it to others, hazing was in the spotlight and there was nothing more than a bit of hand spanking.  Still, in those days there was a lot going on behind closed doors.  I myself haven’t kissed a girl again. Maybe I would have under different circumstances, but it felt very forced.  The whole thing was almost a psycho-sexual experience.

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