His tongue tip danced just below her clit and wriggled it between her folds. He twisted and curled the tongue so it pushed in then withdrew from the ...revice just under her clit. The sensation sent her body through waves of electric current she had no control over.“Oh Master. Oh God, I can not hang on anymore. I have been a good slut for You. I have not cum since You left. Please stop this sweet torture. Let me, please, let me cum on your sweet lovely mouth.”He made no answer but snarled. I arrived at the office building on time and ready to work. He let me inside and guided me through empty offices and up some stairs to a quiet furnished office with lowered blinds. He locked the door and carefully removed his shoes putting them neatly to one side. I sank to my knees as he rapidly undid his belt and zipper letting his trousers slip down, He took off his boxers and folded his clothes, placing them on a desk. His jacket was laid over a chair and he fleetingly brushed a few specs. Once my collar was on, I was kitty girl until my owner removed it. I touched it with one trembling hand, to remind myself that I had made a promise, a contract. I could hide. Kittens hide, a fact that my furry little sister, hidden away in the recesses of our closet was proof of. That was the extent of it. Still, there was no way that Kay would let our neighbor wander down the hall and expose my strange little kink…"Here, kitty kitty kitty."Her voice was playful. I think I let out a gasp.. He saw the flickering light from several candles through the open door leading into her bedroom, the light faintly illuminating his way. He crossed the living room and stepped into the doorway slowly, seeing her lying across the bed on her belly, her head propped up on her elbows. Several candles were placed about the room, their soft, flickering light showing almost golden against the skin of her nude body. She had placed two paddles on the bed, the long flat style one he had watched her use.