Chapter 1

A little back story about “Kitten” and myself and her other owner. “Kitten”, or “Kitty”, or sometimes she is referred to simply as “Pet”, is a complete submissive. She lives in a large house owned by “Sir”, which is what we call him because he’s our landlord and a Dom. I’m Kitten’s Mistress, officially Lillith, and we share Kitten by giving her tasks and assignments that generally cause her humiliation, panic, and pleasure. She’s a full bodied blonde with an hourglass figure, of sorts, nice sized tits with very sensitive nipples - which we take full advantage of as often as possible. And finally, she has a large rear end that is equipped with a “somewhat smaller trap door”, if you get my meaning. Full disclosure, we are consistently trying to enlarge her “trap door” with every opportunity.

I’m a tall brunette with full tits - also very sensitive nipples, medium waist, and a flat rear end. I work in a high stress job at a large company, so I like to dress up when I go out and I’m not shy about using makeup. I dress down when I’m at home in baggy sweats and a tee shirt, no bra unless family comes to visit. I’m a “switch”, meaning I can be dominant one minute and a total submissive the next. It mostly depends on my mood and my diet, or at least that’s how it seems. I just know I’m hornier if I eat foods with natural sugar, which is crazy, but I can tell you I will never run out of sugar and I crave strawberries and pineapples!

Sir is a tall “biker type” with a shaved head and full beard and mustache. He has about a 7” cock and keeps himself shaved. This gives him the appearance of having a larger dick than he actually has. He’s muscular with a beer belly, but he carries himself like the CEO of a Fortune 500 when we’re out in public. I let him dominate me the majority of the time, but secretly I think he may have “switch” tendencies as well.

Sir keeps a list of our shared duties on the fridge, which I love because I’m generally a rule follower and OCD about certain things. Kitten needs order and strict guidelines to keep her in line, although I believe she secretly enjoys being punished.

When she first moved in there were no issues with her paying her portion of the rent and other bills. We soon discovered that she does not manage her money well. This led to her being late paying rent & bills, and eventually she couldn’t meet her obligations to continue living with us. We actually kicked her out, even though we knew she was a total sub by that time. She came back crawling, literally, and begging Sir for another chance. I’ll be the first to admit that I’m no “money management guru”, but I always pay rent & bills on time because, well, Sir can be very “persuasive” when he wants and I love having a nice house with a pool. He reads people like a book and knows quite a bit about manipulation when getting what he wants.

I remember one of the first times that Sir and myself actually got to punish Kitten. She forgot to close the blinds before leaving for work. This lets in extra sunlight & heat in the summer, here in the Sunshine state, which runs up the electricity bill. When she returned home she tried to cover herself by closing them, but Sir and I had already been texting. He has cameras mounted all around the house, for “security”, so he already knew. We were discussing her punishment and I suggested that we mount Kitten in the window, topless, for the evening. The window I chose is in plain view of anyone passing by and I knew that Kitten would be really freaked out by this task. She complained that people might recognize her if they saw her face. We compromised by allowing her to wear a “Marilyn Monroe” mask. We insisted on her eyes being taped shut and she wanted a hole cut in the mouth. This let her fulfill the task and we allowed her to complete it at night under cover of darkness. Sir suggested that we take it to the next level by adding a motion detectable vibrator into the equation. It’s the kind that vibrates and thrusts, plus it was quite thick. We stuffed it in Kitten’s pussy and made her put on her “granny panties” that we discovered in the bottom of her underwear drawer (another humiliating factor we like to use). These panties held the vibrator securely in place. We soaped her tits and demanded that she wash the windows while she was on display. If she stopped moving the vibrator went into full thrust and vibration mode, which would normally be fine, but we handcuffed her arms behind her and made her balance herself in the window.