("`-''-/").___..--''"`-._ `6_ 6 ) `-. ( ).`-.__.`) (_Y_.)' ._ ) `._ `. ``-..-' _..`--'_..-_/ /--'_.' ,' (((' (((-((('' (((( K R I S T E N' S C O L L E C T I O N _________________________________________ WARNING! This text file contains sexually explicit material. If you do not wish to read this type of literature, or you are under age, PLEASE DELETE THIS FILE NOW!!!! _________________________________________ Scroll down to view text -------------------------------------------------------- This work is copyrighted to the author © 2006. Please don't remove the author information or make any changes to this story. You may post freely to non-commercial "free" sites, or in the "free" area of commercial sites. Thank you for your consideration. -------------------------------------------------------- My Favorite Feline - 3 by Thomas & Katheryn Ente (kittyluvsdaddy@yahoo.com) *** A young girl is sent to YET ANOTHER foster home. But instead of being treated poorly, she is welcomed with love. Over time, she blossoms. But a tragedy rips the family apart. Years later, she is reunited with the man she called "Daddy", and the relationship takes a new turn. (MF, bi, exh, orgy, bd, rom) *** Author's Notes: The first three portions of this story had appeared on a website called "Daddy-J's Den of Discipline" which is now closed. Each portion consisted of three "chapters". The final portion was never posted. Part 1 & 2 are currently listed in Directory 40. This is the third installment. Should Kristen and her editorial staff like it, perhaps they will post it, as well as Part 4/Final. *** Foreword: Well now! We have gotten LOTS of e-mails complimenting our story. We're glad you are enjoying it. Anyway, I will start here by answering a few of the more frequent questions that came to us by e-mail, and then continue with a section we call; "Things didn't work out as planned." Q: How old are you people? A: I am 45, and Kitty will be 31 in March. Q: Why didn’t you ever have kids before fostering Kitty? A: Marie (my first wife) and I tried for several years to have a child. But, I am one of those fellows with a VERY low sperm count. No idea why, it just worked out that way. Q: What grade did Kitty and Angelina get on the art project? A: They received a grade of B+. The wax casting was featured in a show of student works on the campus of the college. Sadly, it was ruined a few summers back when a hurricane came through the area and we lost power for almost a week. The summer heat caused it to melt. Q: Were you the "Daddy" in the old "Daddy-J" website? A: Nope. Totally different person. Q: When did you start writing things down about you and Kitty? A: Actually, I started writing my thoughts about her and us shortly after I picked her up in Jacksonville. Not all the notes are of wild and crazy sex (although some might think that). I re-read my earlier entries and shudder at the writing style. I guess it has taken me some time to become a decent story-teller. Kitty has been working on her writing skills, so you will see more of her writing in a moment. We are only letting you folks see certain entries that we have chosen after much deliberation. A: Can we see any of the pictures you take of Kitty (and Jacqi)? Q: No. On with our story... My Favorite Feline: Thomas & Katheryn Ente Chapter 7 The late autumn storm was sending sheets of water down from the sky. Not exactly the time to be out running errands, but I had no real choice. After taking care of my assorted business, I decided to stop at a convenience store to grab a cup of coffee. The cold and damp had seeped into my body, and honestly, I needed the caffeine. The sun was down and the storm made it all the darker, as I pulled into the parking lot. I could see the lights from the store reflected in the puddles that covered the asphalt. I hopped out, went inside, and made my purchase. As I exited the store, that is when I first noticed her. She was standing in the shadows, just at the edge of the building. She was wearing old jeans, a hooded sweat-shirt, and was soaked. In fact, I think the term "drenched to the skin" would better describe her. As I paused to open the car door, I heard a voice... "Hey, mister? I was wondering if you had a dollar? I’m sort of in a jam." It was the girl. "A jam?" I asked. By the looks of her, she was probably one of the many runaway kids that ended up in Virginia Beach, trying to scratch out an existence on the street. "Yeah," the girl answered. "Just a dollar, please? I could use something hot." I had seen it too many times. A lost waif, who had learned the hard way that life had a way of kicking you in the teeth when you could least afford it to. And honestly, I’m a sucker. I pulled out a $10.00 bill from my wallet and handed it to her. I noticed that her eyes locked on my open wallet for a moment and she studied the cash inside it. "Go get something to eat. And for your information, there’s a shelter a few blocks from here run by a church. They can give you a bed for the night." By now, I was starting to get wet also from the steady rain. "A shelter? Where?" She looked up at me with hope in her eyes. "Up a few blocks on 4th Ave. It’s next to the Presbyterian Church." She paused a moment, then looked me dead in the eye. "If I get a quick cup of tea, can you drop me off there?" I paused a moment. Would it be a risk to let a stranger into my car? Suppose she had a gun and the "drowned rat" routine was a ruse? I decided to risk it, and nodded. She went inside, got her drink, and after pocketing the change from the money I gave her, came outside. By then, I was already back in my car, with the motor running. She got inside, and gulped down her tea, wincing as the hot liquid hit her tongue. "What’s your name, miss? And just how old are you?" Forward questions, but I wanted to know the answers. "Lizzie. Sixteen." "Well, Lizzie, I’m Tom. Let’s get you to the shelter. They can give you a change of clothes, a hot shower, and a warm bed." The words seemed to touch something in her, and suddenly, Lizzie was weeping, head down in her hands. "A warm bed. God, I can hardly remember how good that feels. Tom, you have no idea how fucked up my life is right now." I wasn’t sure I wanted to know, but I asked what she meant. "Believe it or not, I have a nice family. But like an idiot, I didn’t realize it until recently. I always thought my parents were too involved in my life, and all I wanted was for them to get off my case so I could do my own thing." I nodded, silently. "A few months ago," Lizzie continued, "I met a guy on- line. We chatted, and I was stupid enough to think we were in love after a while. Anyway, I decided to pack my stuff and bug out one night. I left my parents a letter telling them I hated them and I was going to find my ‘true love’. Right. Sounds messed up, huh?" Again I nodded. "Anyway, he’s NOT nineteen and single with a nice job and apartment! He’s nearly fifty, and wanted me to be his sex slave! He was into all sorts of kinky shit and wanted me to allow him to abuse me! And, he was married! He has a SON my age!" I indicated that what had happened was sad, and Lizzie continued. "So after that, I find myself stuck here, with no way to get home. The bastard wouldn’t even pay my bus ticket back to Vermont." "How much is a ticket?" I asked. "About $45.00 if I go direct with no stopovers. But I figure that even f I did get home, my parents would be mad at me and not let me come back." How do you tell someone that a parent would love their child, no matter what? And that her running away wasn’t all that bad, and was probably keeping them up at night? By then, we were pulling into the parking lot of the church. "Lizzie, I think you need to call them. Your parents are worried, and would send you a ticket. I would, if my daughter had called me, needing help." Lizzie shook her head ‘no’, and sighed. "I tried calling, but my parents said I was on my own. I know I could stay with my grandparents, but they are broke, so I can’t ask them for any money." Lizzie studied me for a moment. "Tom, you’re a nice guy. Thanks for not being an asshole." I raised an eyebrow. "Most guys would be trying to rip my clothes off by now, or shoving my face towards their pants." Pause. "You ain’t a cop, are you?" I shook my head ‘no’ and chuckled. Lizzie suddenly grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her. "Feel my breast." She slid my hand beneath the sodden sweatshirt and placed it on her cold skin. I could feel the hardness of her nipple as it poked up from the cold. "There. If you were a cop, you couldn’t do that, legally. So I know you’re cool." "Um, okay." "Maybe you can help me out," Lizzie continued. "I need money, and you got it. I know I’m young, but I can do the things that other guy wanted to earn enough for the ticket. Please? I know I can trust you not to fuck me and then fuck me over." Okay, I admit it, she was cute, in spite of the fact that she was waterlogged. And the idea of enjoying myself with a sweet and tender sixteen year old girl was making my mind come up with all sorts of scenes in my head. "Please, Tom," Lizzie begged. "I can be good. All I want is enough money to get home and maybe eat on the way. I heard some of the other street kids saying that $100 is the going rate for a night. I’ll do it for half that." There were a number of cheap motels nearby. It was all I could do not to drive off to one at that moment. I wanted her, but she was sixteen! Suddenly, Lizzie bent over, and pressed her mouth against the growing bulge in my pants. I could feel her hot breath blowing through the fabric, as she rubbed her face around my slacks. "Lizzie..." I grunted. "Please," she paused and looked up. "Please." "Okay," I sighed. "But fair is fair. I’ll pay you the full hundred, so you have enough." I pulled out my wallet and started counting bills. In my mind, I anticipated fucking Lizzie for all she and that money was worth... ::: BWEEP-BWEEP! ::: Suddenly, red and blue lights were flashing behind the car, and a policeman was tapping at the fogged window with his flashlight. "OH CRAP!" we both said simultaneously. It took a while, but after showing our respective driver’s licenses to the officer (he checked our names and address’ on the radio), we managed to convince him that Kitty and I were just enjoying a little fantasy role playing. No, it wasn’t a case of prostitution, just a loving couple enjoying themselves. A short time later, "Lizzie" and I checked into a sleazy little dive and she earned her money quite to my satisfaction. Chapter 8 There was a little girl who had a little curl, Right in the middle of her forehead. And when she was good, she was very, very good. And when she was bad, she was horrid. How many of you recall that rhyme when you were kids? I sort of do. Hi people, it’s me, Kitty again. Over the years, Daddy has been many things to me. Lover, teacher, father, and mentor. He has also given me the chance to explore various facets of my personality that I was not aware of when I was younger. When I was growing up, my biological parents were never really involved in my life. They were too busy getting stoned or drunk to notice me much. Their attitude towards parenting was "Just do what you want, don’t bother me!" But, when they did manage to notice me, it was usually so they could give me a beating for some transgression, real or imagined. Now I am not writing this so you can feel sorry for me. Please, don’t! I just want you to have some type of idea about my background before I continue. Anyway, Daddy allowed me to re-examine my childhood from a fresh perspective with our role playing. He has given me boundaries and a firm and loving set of rules to live with. And what happens if I cross those boundaries? Well, the results can be most interesting. Read on to see how... The semester was over! I had handed in my final Term Paper and was mentally drained. I locked the front door behind me and allowed the cool air from the AC to wash over me. Stripping, I decided to go into a ‘child mode’ to let the stress wash away. I wandered into my room, and put on a red plaid skirt and a white blouse. White knee-highs followed. I decided that I was going to be about the age of five, and allow my mind to wander. What could I do for fun? I know! Play dress-up! I scampered over to a dresser where I had some clothes stored away. I love to play dress-up! I would go to thrift stores and buy outrageous outfits in sizes that were too large for me, so I could pretend that I was a little girl in adult clothes. Such fun! Soon, the place was a mess. A really BIG mess. Now the average five year old child doesn’t think about picking up after herself when playing, so why should I? A few hours later, I heard the key turning in the lock to the door. Daddy was home! Daddy came inside, and I ran up to him, squealing like a little girl. "Hi Daddy!" He swooped me up into his arms and gave me a big kiss. Daddy asked me how my day was and I told him (in a little girl voice) all about school, and how I was happy that it was time for summer vacation, and how I had been playing. "Well now," Daddy smiled. "I’m glad you had a nice day. But, it is time we pick up to get ready for dinner." "NO!" I shrieked. "NOT WANNA’ CLEAN UP! WANNA’ PLAY MORE!" "Young lady," Daddy smiled, with just a hint of menace to his voice, "I said it is time for you to pick up after yourself." "NO! NO-NO-NO-NO-NO!!!" (I stomped my feet for effect.) "YOU CAN’T MAKE ME!" I stuck out my tongue. "Katheryn Elizabeth," Daddy said with a quiet scowl, "you WILL pick up after yourself." I again stated that I was not going to pick up my mess. Daddy had used both my first and middle names! I could tell he was getting annoyed, and maybe was thinking of spanking me. I was actually looking forward to that possibility. "Last chance," he said. "NO! So there!" Quick as a wink, Daddy had me by the ear and was leading me over to his recliner where he sat down and pulled me across his lap. With my face down, I could feel him lift my skirt to expose my bare ass. SLAP! The first stinging blow made me catch my breath. Several more came down, on alternating cheeks, until I could feel them start to glow. I was in heaven. Then Daddy lifted me up to stand in front of him. "Now," he smiled. "Will you pick up your mess?" I shook my head no, unable to speak, because I didn’t trust my voice. What I was hoping for was maybe a few more spanks. I wasn’t ready for what came next. "Fine. Strip." I did and Daddy led me to a corner where I stood, wearing only my knee-highs. "You will stand there to think about why you were naughty and when you are ready to, you can ask to clean up your mess. No talking otherwise. Understood?" I nodded and faced the corner. After a few moments, I decided to see what I could get away with, so I started touching stuff on a nearby shelf. "Young lady!" Daddy’s words caught me off guard. "No touching anything!" After a bit, I whimpered; "Daddy, I gotta’ go potty." "Too bad. Stand there." "But I’m gonna’ tinkle on myself!" "Hold it." I stood for several more minutes, while Daddy sat and watched me. I tried to think of something to push the game along that didn’t involve me picking up my mess. Suddenly, I came across an idea. Tears. "I’m sowwy, Daddy," I sniffed in my best little girl voice. "I’m glad to hear that. Now will you pick up after yourself?" I shook my head ‘no’, still defiant. But, I allowed my tears to continue. "Are you crying?" Daddy asked, concern in his voice. Good! It was working! "Well, if you wish to cry, we can give you a good reason to do so!" He got up and went out of my sight for several minutes. When he returned he had a length of nylon cord and a paper bag. "Now," he smiled, "I have decided that even though you can’t go potty yet, you should wear this, in case you have an accident." He took a diaper out of the bag, and at his command, I came to him so he could put it on me. I felt it wrap soft and snug around me. "Now don’t think you can go potty now! That’s just in case you have an accident. And if you do, you will regret it." He reached for the cord. "And since you have a hard time not touching anything..." Soon my hands were tied behind my back. He then tied my arms up to the elbows as well, so my breasts were thrust out slightly. "Daddy," I whimpered again. "I am thinking you also need help being quiet." A ball- gag was soon fastened to me, my mouth opened to receive the red rubber ball. Daddy likes to see me drool slightly when he puts it on me tight as my jaw is held open. Daddy stepped back to look at me. I could see he was thinking what to do next. "Now I want you realize something," he began. "A spanking didn’t convince you to pick up your mess, so I am thinking that something a bit more severe will work." He reached into the bag and pulled up a handful of small clamps. We had gone to Home Depot to get some stuff one day, and he had gotten these clamps in the tool area. They looked like clothespins on steroids, shiny metal with orange rubber on the ends. They were about two inches long. I stood, shaking slightly as Daddy began placing them, one by one, on my breasts. He placed four on each one, one at each ‘compass point’. The last two? You guessed it. My nipples. As he gently released the pressure on the clamps and they pressed down into my flesh, I couldn't help myself. I moaned slightly around the gag. Daddy stepped back to look at me. "Now, when I tell you to clean your mess, will you do it?" I nodded my head ‘yes’ with great enthusiasm. "Good. Now stand there for a bit. I’m enjoying this." Then, he went to sit down again and watched me with a smile on his face. All the while, it felt like my breasts were on fire. I knew I couldn’t turn to brush the clamps off, because I would be in even more trouble! I couldn’t help it. With my trying to focus on not allowing the pain in my breasts to get to me, I lost control of my bladder. I could feel my warm wet pee coming out on me and into the diaper. I just hoped it wouldn’t leak! After what seemed like hours (but was probably minutes), Daddy stood up and removed my gag and the clamps. I almost collapsed from relief, but then as the blood came back into them, my breasts hurt even more with a throbbing pain. Then, the cord was untied and my arms and hands were free. "What’s this?" Daddy noticed my diaper was full. "Bad girl! I told you not to go potty!" "I’m sowwy Daddy! I tired! Really! I tried to hold it!" I was marched to the bathroom where I was put into the tub. Soon, warm water was washing me up and down as Daddy directed the shower massage at my body. My breasts were starting to bruise, so if I decided to leave another mess in the house, all I had to do was look at them for a reminder! (At least for a few weeks.) All the time Daddy washed me, he was silent as I repeated over and over to him that I wanted to be his good little girl. "No," he finally said. "Tonight you are NOT my good little girl." "BUT WHY???" I wailed. A fiendish smile crossed Daddy’s face. "Tonight you are my good little kitten." After toweling me off, he led me to our room, where I was instructed to put on a black body stocking. It was crotchless, and then Daddy put one of my cat-ear headbands on me. "Now, no talking for the rest of the night! Only cat sounds, understand?" "Yes Da... MEOW!" I fell to my knees and rubbed against his legs to purr. "Since you are not a Manx, you need a tail. Let’s see..." Daddy unbent a wire hanger and put one end up inside several long black socks. He secured the end with electrical tape. The other end was secured to one of my ass-plugs. Mind you, I am still not too comfortable with anal sex. I have to be in the right mood for it. But, I knew there was no denying that plug tonight. Daddy lubed me with some KY, and he gently pushed the plug up inside me. It took some getting used to, but soon I was scampering around the house on all fours, purring and meowing for all I was worth. I just hoped that I wouldn’t be forced to use a litter box! About half an hour later, Daddy went to the kitchen to make dinner. When he was done, he called me, and set a bowl of shredded tuna and a bowl of water on the floor under the table. I knew where I was to eat that night; At the loving feet of my Daddy/Master/Owner! Later, when I was allowed to be a girl again (and I had cleaned up my mess!), Daddy took advantage of the fact that the plug had loosened up my ass. I am thinking I could get more used to anal sex, with enough practice. Chapter 9 Anyone who lives in the Tidewater Section of Virginia (Virginia Beach, Norfolk, Portsmouth, Suffolk, Chesapeake, etc) knows that you can’t get anywhere without having to drive over a bridge or go through a tunnel. The roads and highways are a crazy mish-mash that has me thinking that the engineers who first laid out the maps had done so by giving a drunken monkey a crayon to scribble with. Where else can you drive on I- 64 WEST into the RISING SUN? Anyway, as I stated earlier, Kitty and I live in Virginia Beach, but my office is in Portsmouth. I love the history of the area that dates back to pre-American Revolution times. What I don’t love is the commute in late afternoon traffic. Today was stellar in its gridlock. The bridge that leads out of downtown along I-264 had gotten stuck open after a tanker had gone under it. ETA for a fix? God only knew. Sitting there, I grabbed my cell phone and called home. The answering machine picked up so I left a message... "Hi! I’m stuck in traffic. No idea when I’ll be home. Call me when you get in. I love you!" And I hung up. Nearly two hours later (the commute normally only took 25 minutes), I pulled into the driveway. I was anxious to get home because Jacqi was visiting for the next several days. Kitty and I had picked her up from the airport the previous evening, and after dinner, we had spent the night in bed enjoying ourselves. While resting after the first round of orgasmic bliss, Kitty gave Jacqi a small box. Now Kitty will often wear a small collar around her neck with a tag that bears her name: "Kitty". She will also often be my "cat" and scamper around doing cat things, like rubbing against my legs and purring. She is VERY territorial about being the "cat of the house". Anyway, last night she had given Jacqi a similar collar with her own name tag; "Jacqi" on it. We would often have Jacqi pull her wavy blond hair into two ponytails on each side of her head so she looked a little like a Spaniel. She was my "puppy". I would often have her scamper around as well and "bark" for me. We all loved this. In fact, when Jacqi opened the box with the collar, she wept tears of joy as Kitty then fastened it around her neck. Opening the front door, I called inside. From the bedroom, I heard calls of "In here!" and LOTS of giggling. There was an empty bottle of wine on the coffee table, and a sweet smell in the air that told me that alcohol was not the only thing indulged in that afternoon. Inside the bedroom, I smiled at the site of Kitty and Jacqi curled up together on top of the sheets. They were wearing only smiles and the aforementioned collars. The two of them looked like they had spent a great deal of time enjoying each other, from the slightly flushed color in their faces. "So," I sat down at the edge of the bed. "What did you two do today to amuse yourselves?" (Like I couldn’t guess.) "We went shopping!" they cried out together. "Wanna’ see what we got?" Soon the two were modeling satin nightgowns and stockings held up by garter belts for me, all the while giggling and pinching each other to make them squeal and giggle even more. I reached down and grabbed the last bag. "So what’s in here?" I pulled out a double- ended silicon dildo about 20 inches long, and it was cobalt blue. "That’s just for US!" Kitty laughed. "Just me and Jacqi. No boys allowed!" That comment set them off into more spasms of giggles. Just how much partying had they done? "Yeah!" Jacqi smirked. "NO BOYS ALLOWED! Just us girls! Our toy!" There are times when a long commute home in traffic puts you in a sour mood. I felt one brewing, so I decided to use it to my advantage. "OKAY GIRLS!" I thundered, "ENOUGH! I have a crappy day at work, an even worse drive home, and then... (I paused for effect) Then, I get ‘mouth’ from the two of you?" Kitty and Jacqi shrank back slightly on the bed. "UP! NOW!!! Out to the living room, both of you. On the double!" The girls scrambled from the bed and out to the front living room. The curtains were down, so nobody could see inside. Kitty stood by the sofa, while Jacqi quickly went to her knees, and assumed the standard "slave position" of holding her arms back slightly with her breasts arched out for my inspection. Both looked worried. "Now," I began, "I want you to know that I don’t appreciate the two of you being so fresh-mouthed with me. Remember, I’m the one in charge here. Understood?" "Yes daddy," the girls chorused. "Good. Be that as it may, I think a spanking is in order. And after that, well..." I smiled a wicked smile that sent shivers up my two pet’s spines. "So, both of you, bend over the back of the sofa. Now." Kitty and Jacqi each received a dozen swats from my slipper. Six on each ass-cheek. I loved the way they glowed a slight pink. "Now," I held up the dildo, "since this is just for the two of you, why don’t we see how this works. Both of you, on your knees." At my direction, the girls were soon kneeling, facing away from each other. I slipped the first end inside Kitty, and then guided Jacqi backwards so the other end was inside her pussy as well. I nodded in approval at the sight. "Good. Now we play a game. I have a treat for the winner. I want to see each of you try to make the other one cum, while staying where you are. And just to make it interesting, I will make sure that neither of you can get away." I quickly cut two lengths of nylon cord. I tied one end to Jacqi’s collar and ran it across her back, across Kitty’s back, and tied it to Kitty’s collar. The second cord was tied to the front of Kitty’s collar, and then threaded under her, between her breasts, and knees and back up under Jacqi to the front of her collar. The two girls could not pull away from each other now. This was demonstrated when first one, and then the other girl tried to move. The dildo inside them pushed back and forth up deep inside. Soon, the effect had them moaning as I saw them really start to enjoy the sensations. Suddenly, Kitty reached between her legs to fondle her clit. My reaction was to grab her hand away and spank her ass again. "Bad girl! I didn’t say you could touch yourself." Two lengths of 2x4 where gotten from the garage. There were holes drilled at the ends so I was able to lash the girl’s wrists about two feet apart, so they could still kneel, but not move their hands without losing balance and falling face-first into the floor. As Kitty and Jacqi continued, they again started moaning at the feelings. My solution for quiet was to put a ball-gag on each of them. I love to put it on tight, so their mouths are opened wide to the point that a little bit of drool leaks out. To make it even more fun, two pairs of weighted nipple clamps were produced. I gently released them so each girl felt them close down around their tender nipples, and then have a weight of about half a pound pull each breast downward. Jacqi’s breasts are a lot larger than Kitty’s, so her weights dragged across the floor, while Kitty’s hung suspended. There they knelt. Two beautiful women, naked, gagged, and kneeling on my living-room floor, tied to each other, breasts weighted, and connected by a silicon dildo the size of a salami. Heaven. Of course I just had to get the tri-pod and camcorder out to tape the action. I figured it would be great for us to masturbate to later on, when I allowed the girls to see it. All too soon, I could see both Kitty and Jacqi shuddering as orgasms shot through them, and in spite of the gags, their whimpers grew louder. Both from the feelings inside their yummy pussies, and from the pain to their breasts. I was thinking that they were going to be sore from all of this, but I didn’t care. I stripped and stood in front of Kitty, letting my engorged penis tickle her nose. She did her best to nuzzle it, but the best she could do was get her cheeks or chin to rub against it. It felt magnificent. After a bit, I moved over to allow Jacqi to do the same. Looking down, I smiled as I realized that I was at my ‘end-point’ and Jacqi was about to get her face painted with my cum. Wrapping my hand around myself, I stroked the sticky liquid out of the tip of myself, and onto her face. It dribbled across her nose, down her cheeks and chin, across her eyelashes and over to an ear. Jacqi strained herself to try and get her stretched lips open just a little bit more to catch a drop in her mouth, but couldn’t. "That was nice," I smiled. My two girls are being so good there on the floor. Should I cut you loose so you can relax a bit?" The two franticly nodded their heads, eyes wide. I first released the weights to the breasts, and then cut the cords around their wrists. The wood clattered away. With great ceremony, I cut the cords to each of the collars, and under my guidance, they slid forward while I eased the dildo out from inside them. I decided to take a taste. Allowing my tongue to lick first one end, then the other, I noted that Kitty and Jacqi each have a distinctive flavor. Kitty’s is like a light sparkling wine, while Jacqi’s is heavier, and sweeter. Almost like a thick syrup. The gags came off next. "Now Kitty, since Jacqi was nice enough to let me cum on her face, she needs it washed. I am thinking that cats like to clean themselves. Will my cat clean my puppy?" Kitty quickly scrabbled over and started to wash Jacqi’s face with her tongue. I smiled as the pink tip traced along Jacqi’s cheeks, and up and down, collecting my cum into her mouth. She didn’t swallow, just let it pool inside her mouth. I nodded in approval. When she was finished, they were allowed an open-mouthed kiss, sharing the contents of Kitty’s mouth. When they were finally finished, they stayed curled up together on some large pillows on the floor. "Daddy?" Kitty asked, hesitantly. "You said something about a treat earlier?" By the look in each of their eyes, I knew that Kitty and Jacqi were very sore from their experience, and I was loath to hurt them with more fucking. I figured that touching, and kissing would be the order of the night, as we pleasured each other after dinner. I didn’t want to over-do it with either of them, since we were going to be together for the rest of the week. "I believe I did," I smiled. "A special treat for both my good little girls!" Kitty and Jacqi were not the only ones who had gone shopping. But I had made my purchases a few days earlier. I pulled out a bag that held two plastic orbs about the size of a large egg. At my direction, the girls were once again on their knees, but this time with elbows resting on the sofa. Standing behind them, I inserted an ‘egg’ inside each of them. The girls looked at me with curiosity, until I pulled out two small controllers. With a flick of a switch, each ‘egg’ began to vibrate inside them. Kitty and Jacqi’s faces lit up with delight. "Now," I smiled, handing them each a controller. "Tomorrow night we are all going out to dinner at (name of favorite restaurant). You each have the controller for the other girl’s egg. I want both of you to see if you can make the other one cum at the restaurant. I want both of you to make sure that your panties (and yes, you will be allowed to wear any pair you wish) get soaked. Understood?" "YES DADDY!" the girls squealed with delight. Hugs and kisses followed. As we left the restaurant to go home the following night, I smiled as I noted that the girl’s seats were wet from small puddles that had nothing to do with a spilled glass of water. To be continued... * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * It's okay to *READ* stories about unprotected sex with others outside a monogamous relationship. But it isn't okay to *HAVE* unprotected sex with people other than a trusted partner. You only have one body per lifetime, so take good care of it! * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Kristen's collection - Directory 40