It’s hot in the car by the time Sir comes back. I’m alerted to his approach thanks to the gravel crunching under his shoes. This snaps me out of my head space for the time being.
The locks click open as the footsteps stop outside my door. I try to sit up but, silly me, I have a seat belt on. I’m assuming that Sir had no intentions of me getting up, though, because as soon as the door opens I feel his hand on my chest. Just a little pressure, but the "stay put" command translates clearly.
Next he places a blindfold over the hood before wriggling the latter off. Great. I still can’t see. I decide against making a comment that may give away my confusion. Partially because it wouldn’t help but more so because I’d only get a laugh in response. (Sir thinks my many predicaments are hilarious).
He eventually helps me out of the car and let’s me fix my pants before leading me off. I all but cling to him for dear life as the gravel moves under my feet. "I’m too clumsy for this blindfolded walking thing, Sir."
He bops me on the head lightly and walks a little faster.
Luckily the gravel ends and transforms into some kind of smooth pathway. My confidence returns…until I hear sliding doors open and a female voice say "Hello."
Instinctively my head whips toward the sound, then to him, then back to the voice. Sir knows I hate things in public. My thoughts have no chance to spin out of control, though, his hand is in my hair, stroking gently.
Instant calm.
I can vaguely recall the woman saying "You’re all set, Mr. —" before I’m led off again.
Another door opens and we’re outside again. I can hear water and the air is damp. My curiosity creeps up again and I start sniffing about. I’m so distracted by my musings that I nearly stumble forward when Sir stops.
I can sense his frown so I do my best to placate him with a very cute smile.
This earns me a flick on the nose and he pulls away.
Without his support I have the urge to wave my arms about in one of those pin-the-tail-on-the-donkey impressions but I resist temptation thanks to the sound of bubbling water nearby.
"Strip."
Simple command. Flustered kitten.
"But Sir, we’re outside."
Silence.
I’m not going to win this one.
Damn my trust.
An inaudible sigh passes my lips and off come the clothes.
"Take two steps forward and put your hands down."
The hands that had snuck up to cover my chest flop to my sides in little fists. I take one step hesitantly.
No watery death!
I take another and Sir’s hand reaches out to mine from below? Yet again there is no time to ponder this. I am dragged down with a screech into a large pool of hot water.
And not just down. Under.
In my moment of panic, I rip the blind fold off my head and cling to him with my nails. I can touch the bottom of whatever we’re in and immediately try to sit up but Sir, of course, holds me down as I flail. Hot water slowly makes it’s way up my nose, but years of being around water at least saved me from the mistake of gasping.
After what feels like forever, he finally pulls me up, laughing.
I am not as amused.
I glare at him… but that quickly turns into a glower… and then a pout. The pouting continues as I look around the fenced enclosure we and the spa are in. No one can see in. I can’t see out. I’m still upset by the dunking but I feel better knowing that there wasn’t public naked kitten time.
I look to him for some kind of compassion or apology, but the grin on his face doesn’t fade. Instead, it grows… and grows… His eyes take on that “crazy serial killer” look that always makes me wet and all I can do is meep and say, “Hi Sir.”
“We’re going to play a game.”
My eyes grow wide. I always lose these.
“A game?”
He nods and reaches up for my hair. I have braids in this time so I give him a series of yips when his fingers curl tightly around the locks. He knows this bothers me but that doesn’t stop him. (As Sir put it once, “Bothering you makes me happy and being bothered makes you horny and making me happy makes you squee so what’s the problem?”… stupid Dominant logic)
“Yep. So here are the rules. The pet goes under the water until she has…oh… let’s say… 5 orgasms. If she taps out before, then she gets a clamp added somewhere she doesn’t like. Sound fair?”
The latter must have been a rhetorical question because he shoves me under again before I have a chance to speak. Quite naturally, I fail on the first attempt.
When I’m allowed back up, a clamp goes on my nipple. This does not make things easier.
On the second dip I manage four before I give up. The clamp on my nipple is replaced by a clover clamp with an extended chain to my labia.
Oh bother.
On dips three and four I manage to squeeze them all out in time. The lack of oxygen makes it easier. Not to mention the delightful pain elsewhere.
Sir does not like it when I start to win at his games, though. So, when this happens, he changes the rules.
Now it’s a blowjob while making it to 7 orgasms.
This is decidedly more difficult and the clever kitten loses each round.
By the end of the game there are clover clamps crossing from nipple to labia, one clamp on the clitoris and the very last one on my tongue. Couple that with a very dizzy, disoriented and lightheaded kitten and you have a recipe for a super spacy pet.
Sir takes advantage of this because a) he knows I love being taken advantage of sexually and b) anal sex is awesome. Thank goodness for the clamp on my tongue…
When it’s all said and done (and I’m de-spaced) I bounce… er… sort of bounce out of the spa. I get Sir something to dry off with and dress him before doing the same myself. Then I cling to him like a kid to a giant teddy and he gives me a kiss on the forehead. I hit him playfully with one of the braids he managed to pull out.
Happy kitten.
We spend the rest of the day going to dinner and the movies (though I couldn’t tell you what movie was playing… my head kept making its way to Sir’s lap mysteriously).
When we finally get to his place it’s time to shower and put on jammies (I somehow manage to convince him that mine are cute enough to be allowed on…he grudgingly agrees. My cuffs go on and I get tethered to the bed with just enough rope to allow me to go to the bathroom if necessary).
I start off on the floor in my pet bed but after some nuzzling he let’s me climb into his bed with him.
Good start to the weekend.
Content Tiffy.
