by Puss In Boots
Pussy Cat Pushes her Limits
Flicking my hands into the sink, the last of the bubbles flew into the drips of water draining away from the huge amount of washing up I had just done. I dried my hands on a tea towel and was pleased to be finished. My new landlord was due to collect his first payment from me at midday and I wanted to ensure the house was clean and tidy for him. I was under the impression his mother would collect the rent, but for some reason she can’t make it so he has to do it. I glanced up at the clock. It was just after eleven. That’s good I thought, time for a quick shower and get dressed in something smart but not too over the top. I undid my puss collar and placed it gently on the open bureau in the dining room before going for my shower. I decided to wear my black smart trousers and a smooth cream blouse. Mistress always says no underwear but in this case the blouse would show me off too much so I was allowed to wear a bra. With my hair shining and my choice of clothes I was pleased with the reflection in the mirror. Right I thought, what have I left to do. I had already done the housework, had my lunch a little early as I planned to go and get some shopping after Mr Collins had been, and I had to get to the school for three o’clock to collect the kittens. I knew it was only a matter of handing over the payment to him, but by all accounts he is a bit of a handsome man, about 5’9 or so, good physique, blonde hair and blue eyes. Well I thought I had better make an effort if he is as handsome as I had heard.
I was sitting at the dinning room table reading the paper when the knock came at the door. The clock said just after twelve so I knew it must be him. I folded the paper up and threw it in the kitchen drawer. Taking a quick glance around to see that every where was tidy, I made my way up the hall and opened the door to him.
He is as good as I was told! Standing tall in the doorway he was impressive, casually dressed in dark trousers and white shirt, black shoes from an expensive shop and a crisp tie. His cool blue eyes travelled my body studying me closely too. He outstretched his hand to greet me and introduced himself. “Hi, I know we haven’t met before, my name is David, David Collins.” I took his hand in mine to shake it and immediately found his skin to be smooth and warm. “No Mr Collins I have always had dealings with your mother before now to arrange the first payment, it is a pleasure to meet you, please come through.” I motioned for him to go through with my hand but he insisted that ladies first. “Call me David please, I cannot be doing with formalities.” I smiled and nodded and went to the kitchen and put the kettle on. I called through to him and asked him if he would like a cup of tea or coffee. “Oh, erm tea, white with two sugars please” he called out to me. His voice caught me by surprise, as if he was pre-occupied.
I glanced from the kitchen to see what he was doing. Oh my God, he was looking at my puss collar! I had left it on the bureau in the dinning room to save it from getting wet in the shower. How could I have been so stupid I thought. I had completely forgotten to put it away! I rustled and clinked the mugs from the cupboard mirroring the cauous that was going through my mind, desperately trying to think of things to say in case he asked me what it was for. I heard the click of the kettle and made our tea, all the while taking the odd glance to see what he was doing. He had picked it up carefully so not to make the bell sound and was running his fingers along the soft leather. He had an expression on his face I could not quite put my finger on. I saw his eyebrows rise when he noticed the tag with ‘puss’ engraved on it and his face smiled at the handcuff key. I made sure he could hear me stirring and the ‘ting’ of the teaspoon on the side of the mugs made it clear to him I was finished. I was so embarrassed I could not look him in the eye when I returned and put his tea down on the table for him. He had hastily put my collar down on hearing me coming, believing I had not seen him looking.
“So” I said, desperate to get a conversation going. “Have you been a landlord for long David?” I cringed at my question. Inside I was kicking myself and was aware that I was going red in the face. “Not long” he said as he took a slurp from his mug and sat down at the table. “About two years now, I am lucky that it brings me a good income.” I nodded and took a more lady like sip from my tea. I noticed his eyes kept going from me to the collar, carefully placed back where I had left it. Eventually after ten minutes of small talk, and me handing him the rent in a white envelope I was hopeful that he would have to go. Instead he turned to me and said ” I hope you don’t mind me asking but what is that collar for over there?” He nodded in the direction of the bureau and I knew that I would have to say. I cleared my throat and calmly explained that in all areas of my life, wherever possible, I have a submissive nature. His interest was clear to me and he was paying such attention I carried on to explain the basics for my chosen lifestyle making sure that I said that it was consensual and that nothing was ever done that could tantamount to abuse. After I spoke I relaxed as he made it clear that he found it all very interesting, even confiding that an ex girlfriend enjoyed a bit of playful roughness before having sex. He continued saying “she seemed to get wetter when being held down as if against her will” He paused and then went on,” However she did not like how rough I got, especially when I got very verbal with me calling her names. She could not handle the humiliation.” He took a pause and then said, ” I just like my sex like that you see, I don’t act like that in my every day life, I would be arrested! ” he managed a chuckle and blushed. ” I really am a gentle soul in every other way.” As he spoke I noticed he was getting hard in his trousers, his voice took on a slight quiver and he was fiddling with the handle of his now empty mug. “You wouldn’t put it on would you puss, so I can see you wearing it?” he asked in a soft voice, looking at me with a soft wanting expression. I shifted awkwardly on my chair and looked down. I was aware that my cheeks had reddened. I realised that I wanted to be used in this way, to experience this roughness his girlfriend found so hard to deal with. I was getting wet and aroused at the thought!
The conversation had entered a difficult stage, what was I to do? I was sitting there excited and scared at the same time. The soft summer sun streaming through the crisp clean nets at the window did nothing to calm me and I felt the inevitability about me putting it on. I took a deep breath as he waited patiently for my reply. I nodded and rose from my chair and made my way to the bureau scooping up the collar and making my way back to the table. I made my way to the side of where he was sitting and went down on my knees, holding the collar to him, offering it to him with outstretched hands. “Are you sure puss? You know what I wish to try after I put this around your neck, I can be very tender but when needs must, but I am especially rough.” He waited as I thought carefully on his words. I nodded my acknowledgement and he took it gently from me and as I bowed my head and scooped my hair out of the way he put it on me and did the buckle up.
Within seconds he had grabbed me by my hair, throwing my head backwards and smashed his hot mouth against mine. His tongue finding every part of my mouth, his hot breath flaring from his nostrils mixing with mine. It had an intoxicating effect on me; I did not notice my knees digging into the floor beneath me or the considerable discomfort the angle of my head was giving me. All I could do was close my eyes and take in the manly smell and taste. The kiss went on for an eternity; my head spinning and my mind being transported to far away places. It was like I was being drugged and I liked it! He took his mouth away as fast as he had placed it there, sucking the soul out of me. He stood over me and pulled me to a standing position by my hair. I howled in pain as my hair felt as though it was coming out in fistfuls. He spun me around and pulled me to him, pulling me in close, keeping me facing away from him so I could feel his cock pressing into the small of my back. He was panting like an animal as his hands came around the front of me, tugging and pulling at my blouse and trousers. One of his hands had slid under my blouse and lace bra from the neckline and he traced delicately round my stiffening nipple. When he had found his erect target he gave a sharp twist and pulled on it. I gasped out loud and pushed myself into his erection. “Off puss, remove your clothes now, I want you naked” He spat in my ear. “Yes Sir, right away.” I managed to drool, as I was as excited as he was at his roughness. He spun me round so he could watch. My shaking hands came up to peel off my blouse. Crossing my arms to take the delicate material from the bottom I fumbled to remove it. I looked at him seeing quite clearly that I was not doing this fast enough. “Let me help you puss, your hands are just not up to this are they” I moved my arms and nodded and as I did he raised his hands and took the blouse by the neck in his strong hands. In one second he had the garment torn from top to bottom exposing my lace bra and heaving bosom. It is by now more than obvious to me that he is more experienced in this than he was letting on. He was indeed brutal with me but that was only making me wetter, panting and needing more. I was alive inside like never before and as he reached to grasp the delicate thread of my bra to rip that from me I lunged forward to aid him. In one easy tear it too was off and I stood there in just my trousers breathing so deeply I thought I would pass out. “Spread your legs puss” he said and thrust his hand down into my trousers and deep into my crutch. Some how in the wetness he grabbed my labia and squeezed so hard I yelped. “Aww you poor little pussy cat, were you not expecting that?” he said with a sinister grin. When I managed to squeal my reply of no he had moved his fingers to my pierced inner lips and gave them a sharp tug. “Mmm pussy has a collar for me to attach a lead to down here, I like that very much” He made a lot of emphasis on the word very and gave another tug as he said it. I threw my head back and yelled again. “Yyeeeoowwcchh” The sting was unbearable but at the same time fuelling my arousal. My clit was swelling and my pussy was starting to drip on his hand. He was very excited too as I caught sight of his huge cock straining against his trousers. “Get these trousers of now puss, no delay or you will truly pay in pain.” I knew he was not bluffing either so I hastily pulled my trousers off and stood with my legs apart, hands behind my neck, thrusting my breasts as far out as I could get them. He had also undressed and was in the process of curling and winding his tie around one hand to another as if preparing it for something. His cock stood up proud from his groin before me, drops of pre cum visible on the tip. I felt my hard clit jump when I saw it and a sly smile went across my face.
Thwack! His hand came across my chest and the blow nearly brought me to my knees. As I steadied myself he reached for me and had me by the back of my head using my hair as a handle. He pulled me close and snarled in my ear “You had better suck this cock like your life depended upon it bitch. Enjoy it, suck it, eat it, you have ten minutes before I gag you. If you have my cum in your mouth or not this tie is going around your head and in your mouth. I need something to shut you up for what comes after. Now EAT.” His other hand came up to my face and opened my mouth. I gave him some resistance to see what he would do. Wrong move! His hand came slapping across my cheek and I felt the earth sway and a high pitch ring in my ear as his fingers prised my jaws apart. He had thrust half of his cock into me when I needed to swallow. I crushed his meat by accident as I did so. He took hold of one of my nipples and gave it a large pinch. ” Last warning whore, hurt my cock again and you will regret it.” He steared us both over to one of the dinning chairs, me on my knees scurrying along with his cock still embedded in my mouth and sat himself down. As he did so he pistoned his cock deep into my throat. I had to crouch down and come down on top of it to get it all in, my pussy on show to him for the first time as my legs gapped open. He brought up his foot and started to run his toes up and down my slippery crack. He inserted his big toe inside my pussy and started to fuck me with it, slow at first, then faster and faster until I started to ride it. All the time I sucked hard on his cock, flicking the hole at the tip and making sure I did not squeeze him too hard again. For the first time he had let me use my own initiative while riding his foot. When I started to moan with the pleasure he withdrew his foot and slammed his calf into my pussy. “Ride my leg puss, fuck it, come on, use my leg like the slut you are.” He was getting close to cumming now and so was I. My ten minutes was nearly up and me humping his leg was making me drool over his cock even more. He held me with both hands hard down on his pulsing cock, clamping me in place while pushing his leg hard into my pussy. “Aargghh Godddd, I’m gonna cum slut, right down your throat………nooowww” My legs left the floor as he pulled his legs up in the effort and strength of his orgasm. Great big globs of spunk came erupting from the hole in the tip of his knob. The taste was disgusting, salty, hot and like a luke warm watered down milk shake. I thought I would vomit. My throat wanted to gag but I couldn’t with his monster shoved down it so far. He held me fast for the entire duration of his powerful orgasm, see sawing his leg up and down my juiced up crack, his head thrust back in ecstasy. I was at the verge of cumming until he came. The taste was like a slap to my senses and I felt my clit soften.
He stayed still for a few minutes while he got his breath back. I had swallowed most of the vile spunk and was concentrating more on not being sick than fucking his leg. He looked down at me and saw the expression on my face and laughed at me. ” Oh my poor pussy didn’t like the cream I gave her then?” His face was a little more relaxed now he had cum but the sterness and sheer brutality within him remained. I shook my head and tried to say sorry. As I did a blob of spunk began leaking from my mouth and landed at the top of his thigh. “Tsh tsh pussy cat, you have dropped some cream on me, lick it up slut” He looked at me with the most awesome eyes I had ever seen. The blue was so clear it was almost transparent. He was calm and that made me realise he was even more in control now than before. “Tongue out pussy cat, time to mop up your mess.” I stuck my tongue out and he grabbed it by the tip and pulled. With his hand at the tip of my tongue he lowered me down onto his dripping thigh. I didn’t have to move my head; he did it for me gripping my head making sure I was lapping all the spilt spunk up. Much to his disgust I started to gag and cry at the taste. When it became clear to him that I was going to vomit at swallowing any more spunk he reached behind to the chair where his tie had been placed. “Time’s up whore. Time to silence you.” He said. Before I could say a word he rapped it tightly around my head, prising open my jaws to accommodate the material and stuffed the excess into my mouth. He stood up abruptly leaving me to fall in a crumpled heap on the floor. My hair was matted and covered in cum, my ripped and torn clothes lying in a pile on the floor. I had pussy juice flowing down my leg from being so excited, but still I hadn’t cum. I panted at him and opened my legs in a wonton display. I was acting the slut, whore, cock sucker and bitch that he wanted me to be. He shook his head in disbelief at the tart laying open before him dripping from head to foot.
“Now pussy cat, what is it you would like again?” He tipped his head towards me to emphasise his question. Knowing full well I could not reply he bent down and pressed his face against mine. ” Beg pussy cat in the only way you know how” I was puzzled but decided to make noises from behind my gag. “More please” he said as he disappeared into my kitchen. I continued. “Oomph arghh mmm umph” After several minutes of writhing on the floor trying to get my crutch to rub on the carpet and get my message across he entered the room again. “I suppose that will have to do.” he said in an unconvinced manner coming towards me with a wooden spatula in his hand. My eyes bulged and my pussy leaked at seeing the implement he was going to whack me with. I turned my backside to him hoping he would get the message. ” Ahh, how lovely to see my pussy cat behaving like the slut she is, I see how excited you are from the way you have left your juice on the carpet, you naughty pussy.” His dirty talk only inflamed me further and I wriggled my backside in excitement. ” Oh no pussy not there my slut.” He whispered quietly. He lent down and gave me a sinister grin and turned me to face him, opening my legs wide. He stared at my gaping slit and gently but firmly ran the flat part of the spatula along it. I closed my eyes and began to move my pussy on it trying to get my clit to it. I began to pant into the tie gag as I felt it swell and almost stretch to meet the wood. The next second became a blur as I felt a heat unbeknown to me before as he smashed it down hard against me. The spatula rained its blows down on me and I arched my back in a futile attempt to escape the pain. It was no use as he saw me slipping away from his vantagepoint he clamped my left nipple with his fingers and pulled me back to where he wanted me.
My pussy was aflame and my clit had come out from its hood to meet the beatings it was being given. I was openly dribbling from both ends of my body in lust. He was laughing at my pathetic sight of trying to rock myself to orgasm on the spatula. I was getting closer as he leaned down and took my rigid nipple in his mouth. His teeth clamped down hard and he started to chew. The beatings on my pussy had slowed down and eventually he held it still for me to rub against it. He raised his mouth from my nipple for a second and whispered to me “Don’t you dare cum yet pussy cat. If I see you sneaking an orgasm in I will……” and with that he raised the spatula high and smashed it down into my pussy with such a force I thought my labia piercings would tear and break loose. The tie gag was dripping wet and my tongue was searching around the edges to get some space to breathe around it. I was so close to cumming that one more whack on my battered pussy would send me over the edge. He could see my pussy starting to contract and abruptly stopped, brought the spatula up to my gag covered mouth and pushed it under the soggy material for me to lick clean. God this was so good, the sent and taste was an aphrodisiac to me as I slurped as best I could. He withdrew it when he thought I had cleaned it enough and with a flick of the wrist he sent it flying across the room. I heard it land with a thud on the pile of torn clothes.
His cock was hard again and he was running his hand up and down the shaft as he watched his whore writhing on the floor in a pool of juice and lust. He rose and pointed a finger at me. “Stay” he said firmly and went to the kitchen. He was gone for a minute and came back and waved the delicate chain in front of my wide-eyed face. He had found my lead from the kitchen drawer and gave me a wicked smile as he brought the clip close to my face.
“Time for pussy to have her walk” I slammed my legs shut remembering his words from earlier. With a look on his face that told me that was a mistake he grabbed my knees with both hands and forced them wide apart. He held my rings close together and clipped the catch to them. My God! I was completely at his mercy now, no escape at all. This fuelled my lust until I could see him rise off his haunches to get up, gripping the lead tight. I panicked as I felt my rings straining on my inner lips, I had to move with him and fast or I would lose them for sure. He pushed me down as he saw me rise to stand also. “No no pussy cat, you walk on all fours now.” He said as he got infront of me and fed the lead under me so it was pressing up my stomach and in-between my swaying boobs. He walked towards the stairs with me scurrying along behind, my hands and knees burning into the carpet to keep up.
Going up the stairs was like running a marathon. Each time I slowed down the clip would pull and tug on my rings and I would feel a sting. The chain was rubbing my clit as I crawled and by the time we reached the top of the stairs I was panting with exhaustion and anticipation at what was to come. On entering my bedroom he motioned for me to climb on to the bed. He was still stroking his cock, the veins prominent and clearly visible, his hand still holding the lead making sure the tension was enough for me to feel. ” Up pussy cat, up on to your bed.” He patted the soft duvet. He was having trouble holding back too as I made it up on the bed and waited, still on all fours.
He fed the lead back under my body and held it up my arse. The metal felt cool and soothing as it ran the length of my pussy and up between my arse cheeks. “Pussy is going to get a hard fucking whether or not she wants it,” he said while spitting on his hand and slapping it against my leaking snatch. With that he climbed up and slammed his hard, dripping cock into my pussy. I could hear the clank of the lead against my rings keeping in time with his rhythm. He must have felt the chain on the edge of his cock too and that spurned him on. “Pussy-likes-it-hard…pussy-wants- to-come?”
He managed to stagger the words as he fucked me hard. He lent forward and yanked the tie gag from my mouth. I spat and drooled as it slipped from my mouth. I could only reply a howl of “Too haarrd”, as his pounding felt like it would split my pussy in two. He carried on pumping and leaned forward to push his middle finger in my mouth. “Wet this and make it good or you will regret it slut.” He said, not loosing his timing for a second. I slurped and sucked on it making sure I had completely covered the huge digit. It left my mouth and I felt the dripping on my back as he steered it down my back towards my arse. With a lunge it was in my arse hole right up to his knuckles. I pulled away but that was futile as he still had the lead in his hand. It was useless but at the same time my orgasm was building fast and I wanted it so badly. He fucked my arse and pussy hard for a further ten minutes like this while snarling insults at me. He was like a man possessed and I was his slut and whore. I had my mouth hanging open and my eyes tight shut. With no warning he pulled his finger from my arse with such a force I thought my innards would be expelled. His other hand released the chain and scooped up the soft handle. He lent round and whipped my clit with it.
When his cock pistoned faster I heard him growl that he was going to cum. I felt his spunk flood my pussy walls and my pussy started to contract. They were so strong I felt myself loose consciousness for a few seconds. As he felt me droop he grabbed me by the hair and held me up, pushing his cock as far up me as he could get. The world had gone hazy; white light danced before my closed eyes. All I could hear was the rhythmic pounding of the orgasm I was going through. I could just make out the sensation of his cock twitching in the dying seconds of his orgasm before I blanked out completely, still cumming.
When I came to he had gone. Lying in a pool of dribble on the bed I had no idea how long I had been out cold for but the clock said 2.55pm. I had to get to the school and fast! Getting on my feet was a wobbly affair. As I stood copious amount of spunk fell from my pussy onto the carpet. The chain was still attached to my rings and I had a small trickle of blood oozing from my arse. I felt the pain in my clit from the whipping it had received and my nipples were red raw. I put my hand out to steady myself, leaning on the bedside table. That was when I spotted a note written from him saying he would have to call again for the rent next month. I dropped it in shock……then smiled.