Chapter 24: Marcy

Monday, August 28, 2023

It was 7 a.m., and I had to be at work in an hour, but I wasn’t thinking about work. I was in bed, sitting on Kitty’s face, mashing my pussy against her lips. Kitty liked having lesbian sex. In fact, she preferred it. I would rather have had sex with my cock, but I had been neglecting my little princess since my big change. And it was good to give Kitty what she wanted now and then.

Every time I let her eat me out, it reminded me of the way she’d treated me when we dated in middle school. The records she kept of our sexual activity. The little rewards she gave me, the trophies showing how I met specific goals like making her cum a dozen times in one day with my mouth. I remembered still how my jaw ached for a week after that day, but I had been so new to lesbianism and so captivated by Gina that I’d essentially been her willing slave. And how often had Kitty been willing to eat me out during that time? Hardly ever. Less than a handful of times. When I wanted to cum, she’d tell me to masturbate, and she would watch, get turned on again, and I’d have to pleasure her more.

It was my second girlfriend who opened my eyes to what a genuine relationship was like: giving and receiving. Mutual orgasms. Real sex. But had it been real love? I did not know anymore.

But one thing I knew for sure: I was more benevolent to Kitty now as her mistress than she’d ever been to me as her girlfriend. Her tongue snaked up into my channel and fucked me; then she withdrew it to flick and lick my clitoris.

“Mmm,” I chimed. “Such a good pet.” Through our new connection, I sensed a surge of happiness from her after the compliment. “I’m going to fuck you to orgasm this morning with my cock. Won’t that make my pet so happy?”

Her mood shifted to one of mixed emotions. I hadn’t let her cum in three days, so she was very horny and glad to cum. But she resented me for not using my mouth or fingers. I grinned to myself at the irony.

I rode her face until I orgasmed, rewarding her mouth with whatever fluid came from my cunt for her to savor. Over the last nine days, since we’d developed the new strange connection, my orgasms from Kitty were more powerful and lasted longer. I crawled off Kitty’s face and kissed her lips so I could taste myself on her. My tongue dueled with hers for several seconds before I pulled away. My girlcum didn’t have the same sweet vanilla flavor as my boycum, but it was still good.

Not quite ready to transform my pussy into a cock, I decided to play with my pet for a few more minutes. My hands slid up her shirt, admiring how tone and slim she’d become since she moved in with me. I still used a firm hand in helping her stay on her diet and exercise regimen. Warmth spread through my chest as I considered how much I’d helped her since taking her in as my pet: she was better off physically, financially, and emotionally. I had brought her wealth, happiness, and health. I could do so much good in the world by taking in more pets like her.

“Your body is so sexy now,” I cooed to Kitty. “So slim and fuckable. It makes me want you more than ever. I’m so proud of how you’ve stuck to my orders. You’ve been such a good pet. Now I’m going to reward you with my cum. And you may cum as many times as you wish while I take you.”

Kitty’s emotions swelled at my compliments.

“From behind, Madam?” Kitty asked.

“Of course, Kitty.” I stroked her cheek softly as disappointment radiated out of her. She wanted me to fuck her missionary style so she could look into my eyes and get more contact with her clit, but that wasn’t the way I wanted it.

Kitty slowly got out of bed wearing nothing but the collar, which rarely left her neck. She assumed the position over the bed, bending over and presenting her ass to me. She’d been under strict order lately to have her ass ready for me at all times, lubed and cleaned. She had to give herself an enema at least once a day. But I didn’t want her ass right now. In fact, I hadn’t fucked her ass since the first time. Other than the two instances in which I’d taken Robin and Kitty’s anal cherries in my wrath, I still struggled to maintain an erection when presented with anal sex.

I eased my cock into the folds of her labia, finding her already wet and waiting for me. Kitty sighed softly, and I sensed her relief. Perhaps she’d been afraid I would change my mind after seeing her asshole. I knew I had to get past my mental blocks. I needed to use her ass more to help Kitty grow accustomed to my girth and length in her most private hole.

“Only four more days,” I said to my pet as I began picking up a slow, steady rhythm, sawing in and out of her snatch. My fingers slid over her ribs, up to her breasts, feeling each bone individually, something I couldn’t do when she first arrived. “Four more days until Robin comes to see if she’s worthy to be my pet.”

Jealousy pulsed from Kitty in waves. I liked that. Competition would do Kitty some good. It would help Kitty and Robin strive to be the best versions of themselves for me. I pumped harder into her. Her ass had no jiggle to it now. It was tight and healthy, just the way I liked it. Part of me wanted to spank her, but Kitty didn’t want spankings like Robin did, and she hadn’t done anything to deserve punishment.

“She has big shoes to fill,” I purred in Kitty’s ears. “I already have one amazing pet. Maybe she won’t be able to live up to the standard you’ve set.”

The jealousy abated but didn’t disappear. Pride swelled in her, replacing some of the envy. I increased my pace as I squeezed her breasts. They weren’t as big as they used to be, but they were still a healthy handful.

“You may touch your clit if you wish,” I told my pet.

She responded immediately, placing her hand between her upper folds and touching herself while I continued to plunge into her channel. I gave Kitty permission so infrequently to have an orgasm that she took advantage of every opportunity to climax as many times as possible.

My pet was trembling in less than ten seconds. I savored the whimpers and the mewls and quivering of her vaginal walls. This was one of the main reasons I enjoyed withholding orgasms from my pet. They made her climaxes so much more special when her desperation was high.

Her nipples hardened like diamonds under my touch. I pulled on them and teased them until she came a second time. Kitty began to squeal with pleasure.

“Thank you, Madam! You’re so good to your pet! Please may Kitty cum a third time?”

The begging in her voice was such a turn-on. My cock swelled as she pleaded with me. “You may,” I told her softly. “Enjoy it. You may have to wait several days until your next orgasm.”

Then I pulled back and plowed forward into her sopping cunt as hard as I could. Kitty grunted and exclaimed her pleasure again as I used her body as a masturbatory tool for my gratification. When she came the third time, I blew my load deep into her womb and tunnel, leaving her a dripping, quivering mess on the bed, panting almost listlessly from the exertion.

“I have to go, Kitty.”

Kitty wanted to curl up and sleep but pulled herself up to look at me. She had purple rings under her eyes. I needed to get her out in the sun more often. I made a note of that.

“Thank you, Madam,” she said, assuming a kneeling position on the mattress while my cum leaked down her thighs and pooled on the sheet. “Would Madam like her pet to clean her?”

“I have to shower and go. Be a good pet for me today and get everything done.”

Kitty nodded.

I was out the door and on my way to work in less than fifteen minutes, racing to my first job location. The company had accepted a large project at an apartment complex installing new water heaters, and I’d been assigned to work with three other coworkers.

About four hours into my day, my phone buzzed with a text. I was in a tough spot with both hands full and didn’t check my phone. By the time my hands were free, I had forgotten all about it. I didn’t see the text until lunch.

Kitty: Not feeling well. Going to take a nap. Hope that’s okay.

Me: Did you exercise? Did you finish your chores? If not, you’ll have to make them up later this week.

Kitty still hadn’t answered by the time I’d finished my lunch. I called her, and she still didn’t pick up. That was unusual. I went to the plumber in charge of our project.

“My girlfriend texted me that she wasn’t feeling well, and now she’s not answering my texts and calls. Can I go check on her?”

He wasn’t happy about it but still permitted me to leave. “Come back if everything is alright. If not, let me know you won’t make it.”

I got in my truck and headed back to my apartment. Traffic was terrible, and it took me twice as long as I expected to get home. I called Kitty multiple times, but she didn’t answer. By the time I got home, I was in full panic mode. I hurried to my apartment and called out for her as soon as I opened the door.

“Kitty!” I yelled. “Where are you?”

She wasn’t in the kitchen or living area, but she’d said she was going to take a nap. Relief filled me when I found her in our bedroom, curled up on her little mat next to my bed, a blanket over her. I knelt next to her and put her on the bed.

When moving her didn’t rouse her from sleep, I looked her over carefully. She was pale and cold. “Kitty?” I said, giving her a gentle nudge. “Kitty, baby, wake up.”

Still nothing. My heart began pounding.

“Kitty. Kitty, baby...” I shook her more firmly instead of nudging her. “Wake up!”

I put my fingers on her throat and felt a pulse, but it seemed slow. Her breath on my hand under her nose was so soft. I called 911, trying to keep my voice calm as I explained the situation to the dispatcher. She informed me that paramedics were on their way. I stayed on the phone with the dispatcher until they arrived. They tried to rouse Kitty almost the same way I had as they checked her pulse and breathing, then hooked her up to an oxygen mask and prepared her for transportation to the hospital. I rode with them in the ambulance.

When we got to the hospital, I was asked to stay in the waiting area while Kitty was admitted and taken away. It was a couple of hours before a doctor came to me with more information.

The doctor was an older gentleman with gray hair, dark skin, and a kind smile. He took me into a private room to discuss Kitty’s condition. He asked me questions about our relationship and took notes when I answered. I wasn’t sure why it mattered. I just wanted to know if my girlfriend was alright.

“Gina is malnourished and dehydrated. She has worked herself to exhaustion. She might have been in a bad state in a few more days.”

“Exhaustion?”

The doctor nodded and sighed deeply. “It sounds like Gina puts a lot of her care and well-being into your hands, Ms. Dawson.”

I nodded this time. “I’ve helped her lose weight, get in shape, get a stable life.”

“All while maintaining a very imbalanced relationship of power.”

I bristled at his accusatory tone and shot back, “It’s a lifestyle choice for both of us. I never force her to do anything. She is submissive, and I’m dominant. I wouldn’t expect you to understand something like that.”

“My wife gets off watching me have sex with white and Asian women,” he responded. “I wouldn’t expect you to understand that either. Hell, I don’t understand it fully. But that’s not my point. My point is that Gina is starving and overworking herself to meet your demands. Maybe you don’t have a gun to her head, but that doesn’t mean she fully has a choice in the matter. If you put a collar on a submissive woman and treat her like a dog long enough, she is going to act like a dog. Like a good, obedient dog. What else would you expect?”

“It’s consensual,” I snapped. “Everything we do is consensual.”

“That’s not my point,” he said. “My point is she gave you power over her. Use it responsibly. Help her take better care of herself.”

Our conversation turned to Kitty’s condition and how he planned to treat her. She would be kept under observation for twenty-four hours, and if her blood work came back satisfactory, she would be dismissed with orders to see a nutrition specialist to help her create a healthier dietary plan. I was allowed to sit in her room with her. She was still asleep. I texted my site boss and let him know what was happening.

Kitty finally woke around 6 p.m. She was disoriented, but I took her hand and explained what had happened.

“Madam must have been so scared,” she said softly. “Your pet is so sorry for disappointing and then scaring Madam.”

My heart broke. “Gina ... you don’t have to do that right now.”

Kitty looked at me for a long time with watery eyes, then pulled her hand from mine. The last emotion I sensed before she broke contact with me and turned her head away was disgust.

“Right now,” she repeated.

“We can pick up that stuff later. I think, for right now, the best thing is to focus on you getting better. The doctor said you’ve been starving yourself. Is that true?”

Kitty shrugged, still not looking at me. “Your pet doesn’t know.”

“Gina ... baby.” I reached for her hand and squeezed it. I sensed no adoration in her now. Just coldness. And something else. Loathing? “I want to figure out what happened, where this all went wrong. Why did you stop eating? I never asked you to do that.”

“Kitty knows that,” she whispered. “This isn’t Madam’s fault.”

I sighed in frustration. “Let’s drop the Madam and pet thing.”

“Why?”

“Because this isn’t the time.”

Tears fell from Kitty’s eyes. “Why not? Madam doesn’t want Kitty anymore now that Kitty is in the hospital? Did Kitty mess this up?”

“No!” That came out harsher than I wanted. I softened my tone. “No. I just want to be outside of that right now.”

“Right now,” Kitty repeated yet again. “But later, Madam and her pet can go back to it?”

“Of course.” I rubbed her hand to reassure her. Kitty’s silent tears turned into soft sobs. I pulled her into my arms and kissed the top of her head. “Let’s just talk like—like normal people.”

“Normal,” Kitty said robotically.

I squeezed Kitty’s hands until she looked into my eyes. “You have to answer me honestly, Gina. Why did you let this happen? Why didn’t you follow my instructions?”

Kitty seemed both more lucid and also more distant. “Madam liked how her pet was losing weight. Kitty wanted to make Madam happy, so her pet worked out longer and ate less for faster results. Being tired and hungry was a small price for Madam’s happiness.”

My heart broke even more. Had I done this to her?

“Madam’s pet wanted to look perfect for her mistress. And ... Kitty wanted to be the only pet. Kitty hoped to graduate from pet to girlfriend someday. But it became clear Madam didn’t want a girlfriend, so Kitty just wanted to be the best pet she could to earn more girlfriend-like privileges.”

“Gina...” I whispered, still gripping her hands tightly. “I’m sorry. I didn’t know. When you come home, we’ll figure this out. Okay?”

Kitty blinked rapidly several times as though she had woken from sleep. She examined my face with fear and a hint of pity. It gave me the distinct impression that she was seeing me for the first time. And then she turned her head away. “I can’t go back to your apartment, Marcy.”

Hearing my name come out of her mouth was like icy water dumped on my head. It was the first time she’d called me by my name in weeks. “Why?”

“I’m moving out.”

“Moving out?” Suddenly I was the one repeating words. “Where will you go? You have no one. Nowhere. At least let me help you get back on your feet.”

“I have my earnings from Black Velvet. I’ll continue to work there for now ... until I can find different employment. I can’t go back to you, Marcy. You’re—you’re not good for me.”

“I never asked you to starve yourself! I never wanted this—” I gestured at the hospital bed and her I.V. with one flailing hand. “If you had followed my orders, this would never have happened. Let’s do it right this time. I want you to stay. We have a connection. I know you can feel that.”

“I can. And ever since you took my—when you made me yours in every way, I’ve become obsessed with you. I can’t be near you and think rationally. Even now, all I want to do is everything you want me to do. You have no idea how difficult it is to tell you what I want.”

“But what about the love we have for each other?” I said. “Does that count for nothing?”

Kitty wiped her eyes and opened her mouth. Then she stopped herself. She pulled her other hand from my grip. She faced me once more, this time with dry eyes.

“Marcy ... you don’t love me.”

“I do!”

“You don’t. You’ve been using me to rid yourself of your guilt. It took me a long time to realize it, but once the connection between us happened, I began to sense your emotions. Faint, but the more we touch, the better I’ve gotten at reading them. I can feel what you’re feeling. And I’ve never felt love from you. Anger, so much anger. And lust, I felt that often. And guilt ... guilt more than anything else.”