Kitty

Paul whimpered slightly as his mistress squeezed the water container, filling his ass to the brim with water.

“Now go into the garden and ring the bell when you are ready.” Paul didn’t even need telling anymore, he had done it so many times already. Paul slowly crawled on all four out into the garden; his hands were chained together and connected to the chain that was binding his legs together. His ankles were tied to his thighs, making it impossible for him to move in any other way than crawling on his hands and knees. His knees had been ‘equipped’ with fuzzy paw pads making sure that his knees weren’t turned to bloody stumps as he made his way around the house. Paul slowly made his way down the few steps leading to the garden, and found a spot where the ground was relatively loose. Paul’s ass still swimming with water he started digging a hole with his bare hands, while making sure that he didn’t accidentally lose control of his bladder and emptied his ass before time. Paul would be a strange sight to anyone looking over the small white fence: He was dressed in a completely black latex suit that covered his entire body except his eyes and his mouth that was kept open by a ring gag, on his head he had 2 large fuzzy cat ears and from his ass appeared a long black cat tail. Paul finished digging a nice little hole and crawled back to the house. A small golden bell was hanging by the door and with his nose Paul rang it.

“Coming.” Paul’s master yelled from inside the house.

Paul waited patiently by the door, well aware that he couldn’t hold in the water and shit in his ass for much longer. After a few minutes Paul’s master finally appeared, she was wearing a light summer dress and a cute smile.

“So how is my little kitty?” She asked kneeling down beside him as he rubbed himself against her. “Did you dig the hole alright?” She asked and Paul nodded happily leading his mistress into the garden and presenting the hole he dug proudly.

“This should do nicely.” Paul’s mistress smiled patting his head gently as he got in position over the hole. With a quick ‘swop’ Paul’s mistress pulled out the tail plug in Paul’s ass and a combination of shit and water came pummeling out of his ass and into the whole in the ground. It felt good to finally get relieved of the huge load he had been carrying so it was almost an euphoric feeling when his mistress stroked his head gently.

“Good kitty.” She smiled and slowly pushed the tail plug in again, it didn’t even hurt when the plug was pushed in anymore, he had gotten used to the sensation of the tail long ago. Paul purred and rubbed himself against his mistress again as a voice carried into the garden from the street.

“So how is the kitty doing Lilly?” It was Stine who spoke, a good friend of Lilly’s and one who often came over to pet the kitty.

“He is doing good.” Lilly getting up and leaving Paul as she invited Stine inside. “Don’t forget to cover up your mess before coming inside.” Lilly reminded her kitty before making her way inside. Paul slowly poured the dirt into the shit filled hole again and as he was done it was hard to see that the ground had even been disturbed there in the first place. Paul made his way to the kitchen and found Lilly and Stine sitting and talking over a cup of coffee, they both petted and stroked him as he passed them on his way to the food bowls. The food bowl was filled with a thick porridge and sticking his tongue through the ring gag he started lapping the warm food inside. It took him almost half the porridge to realize that his water bowl was empty, pushing the bowl in front of him with his nose he made his way to the table again. Paul moaned to get the attention of his mistress and her friend and gestured to the empty water bowl. But instead of filling the bowl with water his mistress just smiled and pointed beneath the table. Crawling beneath the table Paul quickly spotted where he would get his water from. Stine wasn’t wearing any panties under her short skirt and her pussy was already getting moist as Paul crawled closer and snuck his nose in between the lips. Paul’s tongue made its way out the ring gang again and started licking away, greedily swallowing every drop of juice from her pussy. Stine’s hand found its way below the table and patted Paul’s head to let him know that his drink was coming now. Paul quickly adjusted his position and was ready as the first yellow drops flew from her urethra. Thirstily Paul drunk the pee as Stine’s pee started flowing freely from her. Paul drank as much as he could but a great deal of pee still ended up on the floor, licking the pussy and urethra Paul made sure not to leave her dirty before backing away a bit as Stine stood up. Crawling out from beneath the table Paul rubbed his head against Stine’s leg, and was reported with a pat on the head before Lilly followed her to the door. Casting a glance over her shoulder Paul’s mistress told Paul to make sure not to leave such a mess on her kitchen floor. Paul lowered his head in shame and crawled underneath the table again licking up the pee that had made a yellow puddle beneath the table. Lilly came back as Paul was licking up the last of the pee and crawled out to greet her.

“By god, you stink of pee!” She complained and pulling away from Paul. “You are not touching me till you get a bath, into the bathroom!”

Paul’s head fell as he made his way to the bathroom, crawling into the bathtub, a feat that was made hard by the chains binding his hands and feet together. Sitting there in the bathtub Paul waited for his mistress and before long she appeared wearing yellow rubber gloves.

“I am not gonna touch you as long as you stink like that.” She declared and picked up the shower head. Paul nearly screamed as the first ice cold water splashed over him. Fleeing from the cold water Paul fought for his life, trying to get out of the bathtub but Lilly pushed him back into the bathtub time and time again.

“If you don’t stay still then you are sleeping outside tonight!” She finally threatened and Paul froze on the spot. Sleeping outside was never nice, and it wasn’t exactly summer anymore, so Paul moaned and sat back in the tub as Lilly continued washing him with the ice cold water.

“See that wasn’t so bad.” Lilly smiled as she was drying Paul up with a towel. Paul was shaking from the cold and was desperately rubbing against his mistress to soak up some body heat. “Tell you what kitty. I am gonna let you sleep in my bed tonight.” Lilly smiled as Paul’s eyes lit up in happiness. “Come on.” She smiled and let the way into the bedroom where she started taking off her clothe as Paul crawled up into the bed and picking the softest spot he could Paul curled himself into a ball and purred gently as his mistress crept into the bed as well. She was naked as she crawled down to the kitty in the end of the bed, scratching him behind his ear.

“You have been a good kitty today.” She smiled stroking him gently down over the stomach and grabbing his cock. “and good kittens get rewards.” She whispered and masturbated the kitty till the sperm flew from him and into her hand as he moaned in relief. “Your juices are all over my hand Kitty, clean it up before I go to sleep.” She commanded and Paul obediently licked up all of his own sperm. “Good kitty.” She smiled, patting him on the head before she crawled up into her end of the bed and snuggled beneath the blanket. “Goodnight kitty.” She yawned as she closed her eyes, and in the foot end of the bed the kitty curled up and fell asleep, grateful that he had such a kind mistress.