Never Challenge Kitty – BDSM


Jet’s mind buzzed with the viral footage of him, unmasked and exposed, sucking xoxoKitty’s pink-shelled toes. Onlookers smiled and flashed pictures of him as he rushed down the sidewalk, straight to Mistress Kitty’s house. 1.2 million views. The video accrued over a million views in less than 24 hours.

Yesterday, he was Jet. Today he was a meme. He pounded on her door as soon as he arrived, ignoring the stinging throb of his knuckles. It came nowhere near the pain of his damaged reputation.

Kitty’s butler answered the door, fashioned in his standard black suit, white button-down shirt, and golden cufflinks. He invited Jet in with a raised brow and said, “I’m surprised to see you. May I take your coat?”

“No. I need to speak to Kitty as soon as possible. I won’t be here long.”

The gray-haired servant stared at him over the rim of his glasses and said, “I don’t recall seeing you on the schedule. The lady doesn’t have much time for floaters; even her top clients must schedule a day in advance.”

“I’m not here for a new session. I need to discuss a prior one with her. She’s gone too far this time, and I need to talk to her about it.”

“This really isn’t a good ti-“

“I know the way,” Jet said. He jogged down the maze of lustrous hallways decorated by the finest sculptures and paintings Kitty’s clientele could provide. He’d probably financed a fair amount himself. Since he’d first met Kitty, he’d spent over $130,000 on her services just for her to humiliate him to the point of no return publicly.

He arrived at her dungeon’s door, cracked it open, then kicked it open for a dramatic entry.

Kitty sat on an elegant red loveseat wearing a corset adorned with diamonds and roses. Her chest spilled out of her tight top, and her left nipple pointed downward toward the obese man lying at her feet. His tongue swiped vigorously over the plastic of her black heels, which were open-toed. Jet knew this routine well; he’d have to spend hours licking the plastic before he earned the right to lick her skin.

Kitty stared at him, then brandished the whip lying on the loveseat and asked him, “Did I give you permission to enter?” Her voice was deep and forceful, causing Jet to gulp as a tingle flew through his body. She could probably hear the blood in his body as it rushed from his head to his other head.

He stammered. “You completely embarrassed me when you posted that vid. My family and friends won’t talk to me, or even look at me.”

A whistle sang in the air, and the raw, fiery leather graced his upper abdomen’s right side. Kitty drew the whip back and swung again, striking the same spot. Then again. Then a final time as Jet crumpled to his knees in a whimper.

She kicked the drooling man at her feet away and walked toward Jet. “You begged your mistress.” She said between the clicks of her high heels. “To humiliate you, and now you storm into her quarters unannounced to complain.”

The glare in her eyes was dangerous and filled Jet with shame as his member gradually swelled. “I’m sorry. I ju-“

Another whip slashed, this time on the inner thigh of his left leg. His penis throbbed from the breeze and pressed into his jeans until the head’s shape appeared in the fabric. Kitty clicked her heels to him until the tip of her shoes pressed against his ballsack. She looked down at him, her heart-shaped face poking between two full breasts. “I’m sorry what?” She asked.

“I’m sorry, mistress.”

Another hailstorm of whips stung him as she danced over his body, her titties bouncing to keep up, and she spoke between each swing. “That’s. right. don’t. you. ever. forget. again. mistress. mistress.” Her left foot landed on Jet’s balls and she tapped the sack until he groaned. “Expose yourself,” she said.

“Mistress, please. I came here to ask you to take the video down.”

She stomped directly on his right nut and whipped him until his screams grew silent. “I didn’t permit you to speak. I ordered you to expose yourself.”

Jet unzipped his pants and blinked back the heat in his eyes. Crying in front of Kitty was worse than bleeding in front of a Great White Shark. His member stood proudly, ignorant to his abuse, and throbbed for attention. Kitty ignored it and turned to the domesticated man she’d kicked away. “Grab a camera, number one.” She turned toward Jet and spat on his face. “You don’t want to be remembered for that video, fine. Your mistress in kind. The best way to replace an old video is with a new one.”

Jet opened his mouth to speak, and Kitty’s shoe penetrated and filled his mouth. He mumbled as the hard, dirty heel pinned his tongue against his molars. The man she called number one appeared with a large camera.

Kitty removed her foot from Jet’s mouth and stomped it onto his chest. “Good job, number one. Now sit on his face.”

Jet tried to jump up, but Kitty’s weight pinned him down. Number one didn’t hesitate to comply with Kitty’s order. He stood over Jet’s face, glided downward, and plopped his hairy balls onto Jet’s eyes. Jet screamed. The man smelled like ass and sweat.

“Number one, be sure to capture his cock and face for your mistress.”

Jet couldn’t see, but her felt the whip slam into his stomach. Then wrap its fury around his cock. Then slap his testicles. He screamed as Kitty giggled and whipped. After seven whips, his member retreated in defeat and flopped softly on his belly. She showed it no mercy, even in loss, and beat it until it grew hard again.

Twenty minutes passed before Jet heard Kitty slide out of her heels and felt her bare foot enter his mouth.

“This footage should help you overcome the embarrassment of the last one,” Kitty said. “If not, I advise you to remember your place at your Mistress’s feet and live with the consequences.”

The new video went public that night, breaking 10.2 million views by morning. Jet became known as Kitty’s whipping boy, though he never challenged her about it again.

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