Prelude

My kitten comes upstairs to me promptly at 5pm. I had planned an early evening stroll for us down Main St. to browse the shops. As I heard her approach down the hallway, I sent her a quick text message: “Sorry, an impromptu meeting got scheduled at the last minute, I should be done by 5:15. My camera’s on.”

She quietly entered my office, staying out of the webcam’s view, and sat down in the floor next to my desk. Out of the corner of my eye, I watched her scooting closer. My kitten grabbed on to my leg, and began tracing the scar on my knee with her fingers. I reached down and gave her couple head pats and rubbed her neck in return.

I felt more than saw that look in her eye that said the brat was about to come out to play. Why the fuck did I decide to turn my camera on today of all days? I usually keep it off. Her hands inched her way up my thigh, and began to play with me. The next few minutes was a struggle to keep a blank expression on my face, and to keep coherent sentences together during the video call. Thankfully it was just a status update call. I didn’t have to be able to think straight, just regurgitate what I had done the last couple days. As I neared orgasm, I swatted her hands away, looked down, and uttered an authoritative “Stop”. I had plans for us after this call.

“Sorry, my cat was acting up” I said to my colleagues. My real felines have been known to make random visits on zoom calls, so if they mistook the target of my admonishment to be Pricilla or Precious, and not my kitten, so be it. The meeting wrapped up about 5 minutes later, and I logged off of my computer, ready for our evening together.

I reach my hand down wrapping my fingers around her jaw turning her pretty face up towards mine, forcing her to make eye contact before I continue. “I have a fun evening planned for us. Are you going to be a good girl for me?”

She glances down, and nods her head yes the best she can with my grip on her jaw. I think about making her use her words, but decide to take pity on her. Taking my had from her jaw and holding it out to help her to her feet, I say “Ok, let’s go”.

As we walk downstairs to the car, I grab a small bag and take it with me. She looks at me quizzically. “Never you mind” I say, knowing that the mystery would drive her nuts - and not in the good way. Oh well, gotta have some fun every now and then right?

The stroll

I park the car in an almost empty lot towards the end of Main St, and as she goes to get out, I lock the car doors, and tell her to wait. Grabbing the bag out of the back seat, I pull out a hoodie of mine, and tell her to change into it. She looks at me questioningly, but obeys. Next, I pull out her Lush 3, power it on, and hand it to her. I can see in her eyes the moment that she realizes this walk will be spicy, but she has no idea. She grabs it nervously, knowing my phone is the only one that controls it.

As she is inserting the toy into herself, I can see how horny she is. I grab the last item from the bag, hiding it in one of my hands.

“Put your hands in the hoodie pocket, and turn towards me,” I command.

As she turns towards me, I reach out, revealing the handcuffs. I cuff her wrists together and tell her we’re ready. I exit the car, open her door, and help her get out. As we start our stroll down Main St, looking at the Christmas displays the shops put out, we look like a nice normal couple to everyone else, my arm through the crook of her elbow. Little do they know, she is utterly at my mercy.

I pull out my phone, hiding the screen from her. The nervous glance she sends my way lets me know she think’s I’m about to turn on the vibrator, but no. I just wanted to make her squirm. I repeat that action a few times as we get to the end of the business district. She looks at me slightly confused, expecting that I would have been edging her by now. We cross the street, and start to make our way back, stopping at the first shop on the other side of the road. I take my phone out again, but it doesn’t elicit much of a reaction from her. However, this time, I put her toy in motion mode. Any time my phone moves, her toy will turn on full blast. I slowly put it back in my pocket to not trigger it, and wait until she’s ready to go to the next shop.

Her eyes go wide as she feels it turn on inside her - with just a slight buzzing sound betraying what is happening to her. She jerks to a halt, and stop, obliging her. After a moment, the Lush turns off as well. She starts walking again, just for it to turn back on. She immediately stops walking again, and she thinks, trying to figure out how I was turning it on and off with my phone in my pocket, nowhere near my hands.

“Whenever we move,” I tell her, “it turns on. We’re only a little over a mile away from the car. I’m sure you can make it.” As I start walking her down the street again. It doesn’t last long, maybe 100 yards, before she starts whimpering. I let her set the pace, but let her know that if we aren’t back to the car in 15 minutes, I’m turning it on, and it won’t turn off again until we get home. I set a timer on my watch, and we continue on.

She starts and stops, trying to keep herself from orgasming in the middle of the street. Her face looking more and more desperate. If her hands were free, I don’t know if they would be touching herself or all over me. I’m whispering sweet nothings in her ear the whole time.

“See that guy looking at you? I bet he knows how dirty you are just by looking at you.” “Want to go into the coffee shop? Why not? You usually love their pastries?” “What do you think that couple would think if they knew you were handcuffed?” “You know when you cum, you can’t keep quiet.” “The police station is just down the street.”

You know, just nice, sweet, loving words. When we were about half way back to the car, it happens. I feel her muscles tense as her body goes rigid, and a choked moan escapes her mouth. Her valiant attempt at staying quiet and covert. She looks at my watch, and sees she only has 6 minutes left, and starts walking again. She stops a couple more times as waves of pleasure sweep over her. Finally, about 500 feet from the car, my timer goes off, and she watches as I pull out my phone, open the app, and set the power to a high pulse pattern.

Knowing it wasn’t going to stop, she started walking to the car with a purpose, quietly (sometimes not so quietly) muttering “Oh god”, “fuck me”, and other less intelligible words, whimpering as she neared overstim. We finally reach the car, and she looks like a crazed animal, about ready to hump my leg or anything else that moves. Once she is seated in the car, her sense of propriety is gone, reaching down to… I’m not sure if she was trying to further stimulate herself or pull out the now-torturous Lush. I’m not sure if even she knew. Either way, she couldn’t do much of anything with her hands cuffed together, trapped in the hoodie.

The drive home was riddled with alternating cries of “Make it stop” and “Fuck me now” and “Oh yes Daddy” and “Please Sir”. Music to my ears. We arrive home about 20 minutes later, and I finally turn off the vibrations and unlock her cuffs. I tell her she was such a good kitten, and to stay in the car while she comes down - I don’t think she could walk straight right now if she tried - and once she was ready to head upstairs to take a shower and get changed while I head inside to get dinner going.