A very spoiled kitty!

Looks like there will be two posts for week 22. This is not task related, but I just had to share my wonderful Saturday night experience with you.

A and I began the night at a lovely fetish gathering where we met some welcoming new folks and also caught up with existing kinky friends. The night lingered on and when my feet started to complain from being in fetish heels too long A and I decided it was time to retire. Although we had walked to the venue, I was loathe to walk home with my poor sore feet so when R and her gorgerous girlfriend Miss F offered us a lift home we gratefully accepted.

On our way to the car I recognised a familiar mischevious look in A's eye and he mentioned to me that I would be receiving 20 strikes of the cane when we got home and wouldn't it be nice to have an audience? I shivered with excitement at the thought. As usual, my shyness made it hard for me to just announce this and I'm ashamed to say that I had to be prompted to make the invitation. Not that I didn't want to! I guess I'm always afraid of being turned down.

I was not, of course. When I mentioned the caning Miss F wanted to know what it was for and seemed a little disappointed that I had not done something specific to deserve it. Little did she realise that A needs no reason to punish me, nor do I need any convincing to take a spanking!

We arrived at the apartment and made our way upstairs. After getting ourselves settled, A told me to remove my skirt. I had worn a knee-length fishtail skirt to the gathering, along with a proper boned corset and my ever-present collar. I removed my skirt and knelt on two cushions that A had placed in front of the futon and leaned forward to expose my bottom fully for its punishment.

"Perhaps she needs to be restrained." R proposed. What a good idea! A brought out a selection of our bondage rope and R showed us her wonderful rope tying skills. She fashioned some black rope into wrist restraints for me and then tied me down to the futon.

Now it was time to administer my canings. A pulled down my underwear so that it sat around my thighs. I bent over and prepared myself. The first stroke was quite hard and took me a little by surprise. I couldn't help crying out and my bottom jumped up. A continued, stopping to stroke my arse and pussy between canings.

I have never been a quiet "spankee". I always moan or gasp and I can't help but spring back after a hard strike. My reactions seemed to amuse R and Miss F quite a lot and they made for a vocal audience. They commented on how noisy I was, how my feet flexed when I was pained and how I wiggled around so much. They even commented on A and how he seemed to be favouring one side of my arse over the other. A took this on board and changed sides to even things up. R and Miss F were definitely most entertained by the harder strikes when I would cry out and jump about, they would cheer and mention what a "good one" that one was.

After A had finished my caning my lovely audience approached to see the results, marvelling at the lovely "train tracks" A had left on me. This led to a discussion on various toys and A brought out a few favourites from our collection. When we came to the Wartenburg Wheel A had me turn over to lie on my back (R had to untie me momentarily) so that he could demonstrate it on me.

First I was blindfolded and then treated to the skin prickling sensations of the wheel over my sensitive body. My underpants were removed completely and A demonstrated how lightly running the wheel over my labia cause delicious sensations. R and Miss F decided they absolutely had to have one, then some conspiratorial mutterings left me in the very capable hands of Miss F while A and R went downstairs to collect R's toybag from the car!

Miss F kept me very entertained, stroking my skin and at times pinching me til it hurt, all the while I remained blindfolded and restrained. A clatter at the door heralded A and R's return and it was divulged to me what was to come. Candles and candlewax.

A and I have always wanted to try out wax play, however we've been a little too nervous to do so since we haven't fully researched how to keep it safe. I heard someone breaking out ice from ice cube trays in the kitchen, then R was in my ear, her voice low and soft but commanding. She warned me of what was to come letting me know that once the wax hardened on my skin that she would be using a very sharp knife to scrape it off and that I was to hold very still when I was told to. My heart raced. I was kindly helped out of my corset and Miss F's soft hands rubbed down the marks left on my skin. My breasts were kneaded and discussions were had about how I needed to find a better bra.

I heard the strike of a lighter above me and I knew it was about to begin. Drips fell onto my skin and I bucked at the sensation, not immediately realising they were icy cold drops of water from an ice cube rather than hot wax. The sensitive area between and just above my breasts was rubbed with icy cubes until I squirmed.

The first drops of real wax were like little blossoms of pain that slowly faded the longer they were left there. I was absolutely unable to hold still despite being reprimanded for moving around and getting wax everywhere. The delicious torment continued, my captors varying between icy cold water and the hot molten wax. I squirmed, I shrieked and even yelped once, which R and Miss F found very amusing indeed.

Then I was told to hold very still. I heard a sharp snap right near my ear that was R unfolding her knife. I held deathly still, breathing very shallow as R searched for some wax to remove. I could feel the cold sharp edge of the knife against my skin and the wax peeled off much like a bandaid would. I contined to hold myself like stone particularly when R joked that if she were to slip I may lose a nipple!

A second sharp snap by my ear let me know it was ok to breathe again. The knife had been put away. That was not the end of my experience though. I was then treated to three pairs of hands massaging and pinching me. I felt a warm mouth first lick and them bite me on the stomach, followed quickly by a finger prodding the now sensitve bite mark. Strange new pain points were sought out on my body, the lobe of my ear, the palm of my hand the small of my ankle. All new ways to draw moans and sensation from me.

Then came the pegs. They tried to put them on my nipples and I tried to take them as long as I could but after a mere second I was yelping. My nipples are very very sensitive. They had more luck with my labia, adding peg after peg until they joked that it looked like a mohawk! I couldn't see it of course, but I could feel the growing ache at every peg's pinch point. I then heard the whirr of a motor. One of my buzzing toys had been brought out, but it wasn't going to be used as it normally would. The wielder lowered the toy so that it buzzed against the pegs, transferring the vibration through them to my aching pussy. It felt incredible!

R, who I now realised was holding the toy, remarked about how frustrating it can be to have someone holding a toy just out of reach of where you want it to be. I mentioned that it was much more frustrating to know they were doing it on purpose. She continued to torment my pussy and I moaned and squirmed with appreciation.

Then it was time for the pegs to come off. I had been very much dreading this moment, for if you've had any experience with pegs you quickly learn that as much as they hurt when they are on, it hurts that much more when they come off! One by one they were plucked from my pussy and I pulsed and moaned each time. Soon my pussy ached so much I could barely tell if there were any left on (and there were). Prior to the last two coming off, Miss F gave my pussy a good rub to get the blood flowing again. That made the removal of the last two so much more painful! She is truly devious!

Soon our play started to wind down and I was no longer squirming but just lying down and being stroked and caressed by various pairs of hands. I felt very much like a contented kitten.

R and Miss F were thanked tremendously for their efforts and I continued to bask in a blissful afterglow that lasted all the way through the next day.

Oh yes I am a very spoiled little kitty.