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The attached work of fiction is intended to be entertainment for
adults in locations in which it is legal.  If it is illegal in your
location, DO NOT read.  This is a copyrighted work.  Reposting or any
other use strictly prohibited without the express, written permission
of the copyright holder, except may by posted as part of a  review or
posted to free-access, noncommercial archive sites.

Copyright 1998 by E. Z. Riter.

Please!  Give me your comments.

E-mail address: ezriter@hotmail.com

This is a mind control, multi person romance with a planned fifty plus
chapters.


MY INHERITANCE

Chapter 47

Kitten Fun

I do not really remember the drive into Vail.  Andy had told me she
wanted to be tied to the bed and fucked all night.  And, as she told
me, she was playing with my cock through my trousers.  Who could think
about driving? However, I do remember the tires of the truck squealing
as I negotiated the mountain roads at high speed.

The little tease would let her hand move to my shoulder or stomach or
arm as she changed the subject by talking about something I cared
nothing about, which, at the moment, was everything but fucking her.

"Do you think I should lighten my hair, sweetheart," she might begin
in an innocuous tone.  She would talk about hair coloring or something
inane with both knew was of no importance. But, just when my mind had
pushed fucking her to a back burner for a second, she would grab my
cock and squeeze, saying something like "are you going to fuck my ass
with that big cock of yours?" or "Davy, I need you in me so much."

You can see why my mind never left the thought of her in my bed.

We were still east of Eisenhower Tunnel when the car phone rang.

"It is Mom for you," she said, handing me the phone.

"Hi, Mary."

"Davy, we are exhausted.  Do you mind if we spend the night here in
Aspen?" she asked.

"Of course not."

I could hear Lisa in the background. "Go ahead. Ask him," she said.

Mary was silent.  Then she cleared her throat.

"Davy, we both are.  Well.  We are horny.  Can we enjoy each other?  I
hope you don't mind me asking.  I know you will not be there to see
us.  But."

"What is he saying?" Lisa asked.

"Go ahead. Have fun, but only the two of you.  No others."

"Oh, yes," I heard Lisa shout.

"Thank you, Davy.  See you tomorrow night.  We love you."

I explained to Andy what they wanted.  She had a funny expression as
if waiting for me to say something specific and wondering if I would.
I want my kittens to be happy.  I want them to be well fucked.  But,
how was I going to keep twenty of them satisfied?  I had some ideas.
I just needed to make up my mind.

With Andy still teasing me, the fantasies started flooding, blocking
out any other thoughts.  Here is how I fantasied it.

The house was locked and all the lights were off.  Andy lit two
candles in the bedroom.	Our bed has two leather straps, like long
belts, which go around the mattress and buckle to hold the belt firmly
in place.  One is around the mattress in a location which places it
under a kitten's neck.  The other is placed under her hips. We keep
the straps unbuckled and tucked away until we want to use them. Andy
had buckled them in place.

When I returned from the dungeon where I had raided the toy box for
the things I would need, she was naked, sitting on the edge of the bed
waiting for me. She gave me a warm and wicked smile before turning her
back toward me and lifting her hair out of the way to allow me to
attach a leather restraint collar around her neck.  After I buckled
the thick leather with the O-ring in back, I patted the bed.  She lay
back. I clipped the collar to the O-ring on the strap around the
mattress.

"Oh. I can't raise my head.  What will happen to me?" she said
huskily, holding up a wrist to me.  She watched me intently as I
buckled the restraint around her wrist. She lay her hand by her head,
allowing me to attach her arm to the strap.  Then, I did the other
arm.

She was secure now, neck and wrists attached to the strap.  I saw her
muscles tighten and relax as she tested her bondage.  I saw her hands
clench and unclench in anticipation.

"What have you planned for me?" she asked breathlessly.

"One thing I have not planned is an orgasm."

Her whole body flinched.

"Are you so cruel to a damsel in distress?"

Cruel?  Not on your life.  I could smell her pussy.  With a finger, I
dipped into it, making her gasp.  Her juices were running down the
crack of her ass.

My fantasy saw Andy (you know what she looks like) on her back, naked,
arms and neck restrained in an open and available position. It was not
against her will. Rather, she was entirely for her situation. Just
thinking about it had brought her to the edge of orgasm.  Her nipples
were erect, her pussy flowing, her skin hot and pink.  Her eyes were
moist and pleading to be fucked.

I sat by her as she extended one leg by me.  I took her other ankle in
my hand and brought her foot to my lips. I started with her little
toe, kissing, tonguing, sucking, as I worked my way slowly up her leg,
stopping to nibble the tender back of her knee.  I worked up her
thigh, feeling her twitch and squirm until I got to her pussy.  I
licked her slit, careful not to touch her clit.  She was begging by
now.

"Come on, Davy.  Fuck me," she moaned.

But, I was just starting. I did the other leg the same way. I noticed
when the sweat broke out between her breasts.  I could see her love
juices flowing, feel her heat and tension. I leaned over her to kiss
her breasts.  Her legs scissored around me as she tried to pull me
into her.

I took a piece of rope, put the slip knot around her ankle and pulled
it tight. I pulled her ankle snug to her thigh and tied the rope
around it. Her legs were bent and trapped.

"No, honey. Please, no.  Take me.  I need you so," she begged.

Take her?  Would you?  Of course.  We both would.  But, not yet.

It was going to be a long time before I fucked her. I planned to
caress and enjoy every inch of her, to tantalize and tease her until
she was delirious with need.

Have I told you I love to eat pussy?  I do, you know. I started
slowly, letting her ebb and flow, letting her build and then, when she
was close to orgasm, letting her back down. She screamed and cursed.
She tried kicking me with her bound legs. I ignored her pleas.

Then, I slipped a rope behind each knee and bound it to the strap,
bringing her bent legs up and as wide as was comfortable for her. I
knee walked between her legs.  She started to giggle.  She thought she
was going to get fucked.

I lodged the tip of my cock in the entrance to her pussy and stopped.
I could feel her trying to draw me into her by sheer pussy power. I
rocked a little giving her an inch more and she tried to thrust her
hips up to trap me, but her bondage would not let her.  I pulled back
out again until she could feel my cock head on her pussy lips, but I
was not really in her.

Hot like a furnace.  Tight like a spring.  Screaming and begging,
pleading to be fucked.  I kept tantalizing her until I was afraid she
would go crazy. I untied the knots which bound her legs.  She
straightened them. In an instant, I jammed my cock all the way home as
she locked her legs around me and clamped her pussy down on my shaft.

"OH YOU SONOFABITCH! SOOO GOOD!" she screamed as she began her first
of many orgasms.

That was my fantasy as we drove into town.

I won't tell you all about it, about what really happened.  You will
have to imagine this wonderful creature suffering the greatest of
tortious delights, delayed orgasm.  I will tell you she was drenched
with sweat and delirious with need when I finally put my cock in her.
It was almost two hours after I attached her to the bed before I
finished with her and drifted off to sleep. I will tell you, too, that
it was better than my fantasy, but it always is with Andy.

The burglar alarm went off in the night. Andy groaned.  I had left her
neck and wrist attached to the bed after we finished our love session.
Then, I heard the electronic tones indicating the alarm was being
deactivated.  In a minute, I heard footsteps as Lisa and Mary entered
the room.

"What are you two doing here?" I asked groggily.

"We were lonely," Mary replied, as she began to quickly undress.

Lisa was naked in a flash and slipped in the covers by me. I felt her
hand on my cock and her nipple rings against my back.

"Move over, Andy,"  Mary whispered.

"Mother.  I am attached to the bed.  I can't move over."

"Well, I am glad you two had fun," Mary said with mock disapproval as
she unfastened her daughter from bondage.

"Don't, Mom.  I want to spend the night tied up," Andy whined like a
ten-year-old child.

As Lisa and I watched, Mary reversed the leather collar so the O-ring
was in front and fastened Andy's wrists to it, keeping her hands under
her chin.

"How's that?"

"Nice," Andy whispered as she rolled over and went back to sleep.

Mary gave me a long, hard kiss. I let my hands wander over her body as
Lisa's hands were wandering over mine.

"I am really sleepy.  Can we fuck in the morning?" Mary asked.

"Sure, baby," I said, giving her a peck on the cheek.

She lay down between Andy and me and was asleep in an instant.  I
rolled over to face Lisa.

You know I have not told you everything that had happened during these
many months with my kittens.  Mundane things, like shopping or reading
in the evening have been omitted.  Even some fun things have been left
out.  But, I think you have received the high points of most of what
happened in my life.

However, I may have neglected Lisa.  As I told you, Lisa was a bitch
when we were dating. By bitch, I mean she was cold, somewhat abusive.
She had been a joy since she came back to us.  I think she was
inhibited and sexually repressed.  When we let that out, gave her
freedom so to speak, her bitchiness faded away.  Her submissive streak
had been a boon in our non-sexual relationships as well as providing
some fun sexual times.  She did not challenge Mary, who was our queen
bee, by virtue of her age, relationship with Uncle Bert and being
Andy's mother.  In short, Lisa fit in perfectly.

Lisa squirmed against me, her leg between mine, her hands on the
cheeks of my ass. When we kissed, I could feel her tongue brads.  It
was a very nice feeling.

"Fuck me. Please," she whispered.

"I thought you girls had a little fun in Aspen."

"We did, but it is not the same as you fucking me.  It is not even as
much fun to play with Mary if you are not there to watch us."

She dragged her nails up my back as she shifted to get my hard cock
between her legs, trapping it there.

"You are my man, every bit as much as you are Andy's man, or Mary's.
I need you very much."

"What else do you need from me?"

She received the question more seriously then I intended it to be.
She leaned back to focus better on my face. Her expression was very
intent.

"I need a demanding man, a man who will punish me if I need it.  I
need to know what the limits are.  Most of all, I need to be loved."

"You are loved.  And, I will be more firm with you."

She was stroking my side as we spoke. She stopped and squeezed hard.

"Mary and Andy need firmness as much as I do.  All women need it,
Davy."

Ever since I had put Diablo back in his cage, my mind was trying to
achieve a balance of firmness and softness, of giving and taking, of
flashing a green light or a red light.  Perhaps I would never achieve
the perfect balance.  I suspected the balance was not obtainable
because the fulcrum always changed. That is, individual needs and
wants would change, circumstances would change, meaning the balance
point would change with them.

Lisa had just told me to hold the reins on her and her fellow kittens
a little tighter. I would remember that.

"Let's go in the other room," I said, pulling back the covers.

The room was cool but not cold.  I like it that way.  It makes a fire
or snuggling under the covers feel that much better.  I had not built
a fire that night since Andy and I had gone straight to bed. Now, with
Lisa wrapped in one of the mink throw rugs in front of the fireplace,
I stacked the logs and brought the fire to life.

Lisa slipped to the floor and opened the fur wide. I crawled in next
to her and she wrapped it around us.

"Do me slow and easy, baby," she murmured.

Isn't it nice that my kittens will tell me what they want, what they
need to make them happy?  It makes our sex life that much better.

She willingly spread her legs, letting me slip into her hot wetness.
We moved slowly, the mink tight around us both holding in the heat
making us sweat and acting as a binding of sorts.

She had several orgasms.  They were quiet but strong as she sweated
under me.  After I came in her, I stayed on top of her as sleep began
to take me away.

I heard her say just before I dozed off, "When do I get to have your
baby?"


To be continued . . .

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