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My Favorite Feline
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, oral, mast, 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. If response is positive on this first posting,
the next three (including the "final") will be
submitted to this website. If Kristen and her editorial
staff like it, perhaps they will post it. We welcome
your feedback. - Thomas & Katheryn
***
Foreword:
Kitty is a very real and an important part of my life.
The joy she has brought me can’t be measured in any
way. We enjoy our life together and celebrate it with
only a select few. You are welcome to e-mail us at our
"YAHOO" address (listed in the first installment) with
your comments. Please note, however, we are NOT looking
for new "friends" to "play" with. From time to time,
Kitty will possibly break in with her own comments.
This "story" actually started several years ago, and I
am only providing some of the "highlights" for you.
Depending on feedback, I/we will continue to submit
chapters to this site.
- Thomas
Chapter 1
The Saturday morning sun filtered through the curtains
and as usual, splashed across my face. Try as I might,
I couldn’t stay asleep with my eyes being subjected to
the light through my closed lids. I shifted slightly,
and smiled. Beneath the sheets, I could feel Kitty’s
warm skin against mine as she stirred towards her own
consciousness. Her hand was light on my chest as a leg
draped across mine. I could feel her breasts against my
side as her eyes fluttered open. In a sleepy voice she
whispered; "Good morning, Daddy."
A short time later, Kitty was stuffing some clothes
into the washer before breakfast. We had several
errands to run that day, and she wanted to get them
hung on the line before we left. In the kitchen, I
whistled along with the "oldies" station on the radio
as I made the usual weekend brunch for us. Later,
sitting at the table, I smiled once again at the nymph
that had brought sunshine back into my life. "If you’re
a good girl," I chuckled, "we will stop and get you a
toy. How does that sound?"
"A toy?" Kitty looked up. "What kind?"
"Any kind you wish," I answered.
A smile crept across Kitty’s face. "Goodie! I can think
of a few that might be fun. You go enjoy your morning
shower. I’ll clear the table then deal with the
laundry."
"Hold it," I smiled. "You dripped some syrup."
Kitty looked down to see that indeed, some pancake
syrup had dribbled onto her left breast. She lifted it
slightly, and licked herself, paying careful attention
to the areola that was a soft pink. Looking back up at
me, I could see the playful glint in her eyes. "Next
time, it’ll be your turn."
I did my best to act disinterested. "Saucy wench!" How
could I not be enticed? Kitty was a vision of what
every man would ever want in a lover. She was just
5’1", and her breasts were just barely a 32-B. Her tiny
frame was just 115 pounds, and if she took the time to
braid her shoulder length brown hair, she looked like
about the same age as when she first entered my life.
Her face was that of a classic "dark Irish beauty",
with a splash of freckles across her button nose that
wrinkled so delightfully when she laughed. That same
laughter would dimple her cheeks and crinkle her hazel
eyes. As she turned, she wriggled her delicious rump at
me.
As the hot water washed over me, I couldn’t help but
once again think about how lucky I was to have Kitty in
my life.
***
Nearly eight years ago, my wife and I had decided that
it didn’t look like we would ever have children of our
own. We decided to look into fostering one since there
was such a need for foster parents. We went through
three months of training, and at the end of the
classes, we were asked if we would mind working with a
girl on the verge of fifteen who had been taken from
her home because the parents were involved with drugs
and other illegal activities. We were ready for the
challenge.
Kitty came to us, a frightened child who was certain
that she would soon be once again be ripped out of yet
another home and be shuttled from place to place as the
foster parents would either sexually abuse her, or
treat her as an indentured servant. We welcomed her
onto our home with open arms and hearts. We did our
best to give her as normal a life as possible, and made
sure she had everything (within reason) that she
wanted.
For her fifteenth birthday, I managed to get the names
of several of her old friends, and we threw a surprise
party for her at a park. She cried for hours, saying
that nobody had ever thought to do that for her,
before. Her actual name is Katheryn, but she always had
a fondness for cats.
We had no pets, (due to my allergies) and I would often
tease her that she could be my "kitty-cat" since she
loved the animals so much. Often she would wander
around the house wearing a headband with cat ears. We
also had to remind her that when she did come out of
her room, it was important that she be dressed. Even
then, she liked the feeling of going naked. No, we
weren’t "prudes", but we wanted to maintain certain
decorum.
We worked with Kitty in getting her up to speed with
school, and in social situations, to the point that she
didn’t hide or cringe when new people were around. Over
the next two years, we saw her start to blossom into a
young woman who had a lot to offer the world.
Then, disaster. One afternoon, my wife was out doing
errands. At an intersection, she was stopped at a
light. Rumbling up from behind was a fully loaded
cement truck. The driver was intoxicated, and my wife
was crushed beneath the truck as it rolled over her
car. I learned of the accident at work, and drove home
to find the police and emergency workers waiting for
me.
Kitty and I were devastated, but I vowed to be as best
a provider for her as I could. The eventual legal
settlement was more than enough to pay off my mortgage,
keep me very comfortable for many years to come,
without working, and set up a trust for Kitty.
However, the same social workers who had placed Kitty
in my care and said that she was coming along so well
were soon at my door, saying that they would have to
take Kitty away and place her elsewhere. "With no
mother or wife at home, there could be questions of
propriety."
What the hell did that mean? "We feel that with nobody
else here, ‘things’ might ‘happen’." Kitty was given
thirty minutes to pack. As she was dragged away to the
waiting car, she was crying, and begging the social
workers to let her stay. After all, she was seventeen!
What was the trouble since in eight months she would be
a legal adult? They were not listening.
Watching the car drive off, I felt my grief wash over
me. In two weeks, I had lost my wife, and, the girl who
I thought of as my daughter. It was a wonder I didn’t
commit suicide. I wasn’t allowed to know where Kitty
was, and she was not allowed to contact me. But about a
month later, I got a postcard. On the cover was a
picture of a cat. On the back, all it contained was an
e-mail address; "kittyluvsdaddy@y..." I wrote her at
once.
In reply, Kitty described to me that she was now in a
group home on the other side of the state near the Blue
Ridge Mountains with other teenage girls, and that her
e-mail was monitored, so she couldn’t tell me much.
But, she told me that she loved me and would try to
keep in touch as much as possible. Try as she might,
she wasn’t able to send me more than that. For nearly
four years, I didn’t hear a word from her.
One night, about two years ago, I was awakened by the
ringing of the telephone. I groped for the headset and
noticed the time; 3:45. "Hello?"
"Daddy?" The voice on the other end sounded frightened.
"I’m sorry it’s so late, and I’m sorry I haven’t called
before now. It’s me, Kitty. I’m in trouble."
Kitty had gotten arrested in Jacksonville, Florida on a
charge of vagrancy. With no home or money, she was
being held. I spoke to the officer on duty, and learned
that Kitty was set to go before a judge if there was
nobody to take her and pay the fine. I informed him
that I was on my way. Tossing some clothes and personal
items in a duffle, I began the ten hour drive from
Virginia Beach to Jacksonville.
"You her pimp?" the desk sergeant asked me when I
showed up at the precinct to pay Kitty’s fine and get
her released. "No," I snarled, "I’m her father."
"DADDY!" Kitty came rushing up to me and wrapped me in
a tight hug that I eagerly returned. With sobs of
"thank you" from her, I ushered her outside to the car.
She looked like a wreck.
From the grime and sour air about her, I could tell it
had been some time since she had seen soap and hot
water. I told her that since I was exhausted, we would
spend the night in Jacksonville and return to Virginia
the next day. Like it or not, I was taking her home
with me so she could get her life sorted out. She
agreed to my statement without any complaint.
Back in the hotel, I ordered her to get into the shower
and scrub. As she washed up, I poked through the
knapsack that she had brought. The clothes inside
looked like rags and were not fit to be burnt. With a
shout through the bathroom door, I told Kitty I would
be back with some things in a short time. With that, I
headed out to find a store.
When I returned, Kitty was dozing on one of the beds.
As usual, she was naked. I paused to admire her body.
Years earlier, I had noticed that she would be a very
desirable and beautiful woman when she was older. But
at the time, I was married, and she was a child, so
(for obvious reasons) I had kept my thoughts to myself.
I sat down next to her. "Okay kiddo, we need to talk."
Kitty looked up at me and nodded. "How old are you
now?" She replied that she was nearly twenty-two. "And
after all this time, you couldn’t contact me until you
were in trouble with the police?"
A tear formed in her eye. "I’m sorry, Daddy. I know I
let you down and hurt you. I probably deserve a
spanking for acting so childish."
"I believe you do," I answered.
God knows what came over me. I was tired, frustrated,
happy at seeing her again, and honestly, aroused. I
grabbed Kitty and pulled her across my lap so that her
face was down. The sounds of my open hand connecting
with the cheeks of her ass sounded like loud cracks as
I connected. "Good... Girls... Call... Their...
Daddy... And... Don’t... Make... Them... Worry...!
Bad... Girls... Get... Spanked... For... Not...
Being... Good...! Understand...?"
Each word was accentuated by my hand slapping down on
alternating cheeks. When Kitty whimpered "Yes, Daddy,"
I let my hand come down one final time on her ass so as
to make sure that both cheeks got the same number of
spanks; ten. "Good!" I allowed my hand to remain on her
reddened skin, and I could feel the heat starting to
rise from her flesh. It was so soft, and pale. It was
the first time I had ever placed a hand in anger upon
her, and I was astonished at the reactions that both of
us seemed to be experiencing.
"Now get dressed. I’m hungry, and we have a long drive
home tomorrow. I want to get a good nights sleep." I
released my hold on Kitty, and she scooted off of me. I
was not sure how to read the look in her eyes. Fear,
hope, and... longing?
That night, I tucked Kitty into her bed and kissed her
forehead. It was a ritual from the old days. Later that
night, I awoke to hear sobbing and whimpering. Kitty
was having some type of nightmare. The sheets were
twisted and I could see her trying to fight off
imagined demons in her sleep.
Without thinking, I pulled back the covers and lay down
next to her. She was wearing only an over-sized sleep-
shirt, and all I had on was a pair of scrubs. Taking
her into my arms, I whispered nonsense things to her to
calm her down. Soon, she was fast asleep in my arms,
like a small child.
When I awoke, it was to an odd and pleasant sensation.
Kitty was still next to me, but she had loosened the
drawstring to my scrubs, and her hand was down inside
of them. "Good morning, Daddy," she smiled as she
stroked me. When I began to ask what she was doing, she
placed a finger to my lips and continued to get me
aroused.
Soon, she tugged down my pants, and lowered her lips to
the tip of my penis. With the softness of a feather
falling to the ground, she made contact with me. Her
tongue came out to wash me, and all I could think of at
that moment was that the sensation was exquisite, and
that her name really did suit her now that she was
washing me with catlike licks.
"Kitty," I groaned, "you don’t have to do this. I’m not
even sure if this is right."
"I’ve wanted to do this since I was sixteen," she
answered. "I was a kid then, and you would never have
agreed to this with me back then, but now..." She
paused again to suckle me a moment, "it’s okay since
we’re adults."
She continued to lavish attention to me and all I could
do was lie back and relish the situation. After a few
minutes, she paused. I did my best to keep from shoving
her face back down towards my now ready to burst self.
Slipping up, she pulled her sleep-shirt off and climbed
over me. With an aching slowness, she lowered herself
onto me.
It was all I could do not to explode inside of her that
instant. I sat up to clutch her against my chest and
reached around to cup the ass-cheeks that were still
pink and slightly bruised from the previous day.
"Please, Daddy, can I come home? I want to come home
and be your good little girl. Please?" She rocked back
and forth in my arms as we pressed our respective
selves against each other. I was in no position to
refuse.
"Yes," I gasped. "You must come home with me. I promise
I will take good care of you, and nobody will take my
Kitty away from me, ever again! You’re my little girl."
As we made love, we sobbed, we cried, we celebrated
finding each other again, and started thinking about
the new turn our relationship was about to take.
Finally, Kitty arched her back and let out a cry that
sounded almost like a cat in heat ‘yowling’ as an
orgasm took her. Seconds after that, I could feel
myself shooting deep up inside of her. I nearly blacked
out from the pleasure of the sensation.
We were home by midnight.
***
Laughter in the backyard caught my attention. Kitty was
giggling as a strong breeze caught some of the items
that she had washed and was attempting to hang on the
line. I noticed that one item in particular; a tee-
shirt that was one of my favorites for Kitty to wear
(it was plum, and said "Daddy’s Princess" in fancy
white lettering) had blown to the ground. Sensing an
opportunity for fun, I opened the back door and strode
outside.
"Kitty!" I said as I walked over to her. "You need to
be more careful with your clothes!"
Surprised, she looked up at me. She hadn’t heard me
come out. "I’m sorry Daddy," she answered. Bending
over, she picked up the tee-shirt, giving me a lovely
view of her ass. I should mention that the back yard to
our house is surrounded by privacy fences and heavy
shrubs. Unless you open one of the side gates, you
cannot see into the yard. Which is just the way Kitty
liked it, since I would often find her back there
naked. Sometimes she would read, nap, or garden. She
was quite talented at growing lovely flowers that I
could never recall the names of.
"Well, perhaps this will serve as a reminder." I
reached over and plucked two clothespins from the line.
"Come here." Kitty complied and gasped slightly as I
placed the clothespins on her nipples. I could see them
get bright red from the pressure. "Now, keep those on
until you are done. Make sure they stay on, or else!"
I returned to the house, and watched from the window as
Kitty finished hanging the laundry. She moved slowly to
make sure the clothespins stayed clamped to her
nipples, and I could see her tiny breasts twitching
slightly at the pain.
Once, Kitty told me that while she didn’t enjoy being
physically abused in the heat of anger, she understood
the need for ‘discipline’ in her life, and our
relationship. She stated that she welcomed any
discomfort I might inflict upon her, since it showed my
love for her, and that I wanted to make sure she
understood the boundaries. It was part of her
acceptance of my love for her. While I admit that it
was arousing to me to partake these indulgences, I
never abused my position or authority in Kitty’s life
or heart.
Finally, the clothes were finished being hung. Kitty
bent over to grab the laundry basket. Suddenly, one of
the clothespins popped off. A look of horror washed
over her face, as Kitty realized that I might have seen
from the window. Clutching her hand to her breast to
keep the other pin in place, she picked up the one that
had fallen from the ground. Coming inside, she stated;
"I’m sorry Daddy, it just came off."
As I had seen what had transpired, I acknowledged her
honesty by removing the pin that was still clamped
down. "Good girl," I smiled. "I appreciate your
honesty. Now get dressed. We need to go shopping."
As Kitty scampered off to get her clothes, her voice
drifted back...
"Remember Daddy, you said we would get me a toy today!"
Chapter 2
"Daddy, I think we need a pool."
Kitty’s words surprised me, since she didn’t like to go
to the beach, and was generally shy of going into the
water at public pools. Since she was so small, she
feared the chance of getting in over her head and
drowning. I had taken her for swimming lessons when she
first came to live with me as a child, but she never
got over her discomfort.
When I asked why, she stated that it would allow her
some recreation and pleasure in private. She didn’t
want a large in-ground type, but rather an above-ground
one that wasn’t too deep. Maybe she could slowly get
used to the idea of being in the water? As she looked
at me that evening, while we got ready for bed, I could
only smile and agree.
The next day, we went out and purchased a pool that was
fourteen feet in diameter and three feet tall. That
way, Kitty would never have to worry about being in
over her head. Mind you, that at 6’3", I could
practically sit in that pool, and still have my head
above the water. But, as long as it made her happy, I
didn’t care.
I decided to pay the extra fee and had the guys at the
store come out to level the pool area with sand and set
it up. I figured that it was worth not having to figure
out all the little nuts and bolts and what-nots that
made up the frame. I could see the side-long glances
that the set-up crew kept casting towards Kitty. She
was wearing a pair of denim cutoffs that had frayed
short to the point that they were little more than
minimal covering for her buttocks.
At my request, she was also wearing a red bikini top,
as opposed to her usual lack of clothes. They were
quite expressive in their thanks when she would come
out to bring them pitchers of iced tea, in the hot sun.
No doubt they were wishing that they could spend some
time alone with Kitty and see how she looked while
skinny-dipping in the pool.
I paid them, added a tip, and sent them on their way.
Once the gate was secured, Kitty stripped, tossed the
garden hose into the pool and started filling it. By
the time it was just about full, it was well after dark
and Kitty was asleep on a deck lounger. We had grilled
some steaks for a late dinner. I shut the hose, tossed
a few chlorine tablets into the water, rinsed my hands
off, and bent down to pick up my darling to carry her
off to bed. Kitty started to mumble something, but I
shushed her and we snuggled down for the night.
Right after breakfast, Kitty was in the pool, splashing
like a small child. She even managed to convince me to
get in the water with her and we played underwater tag,
with me being the "shark" attempting to catch her as
she tried to run around the pool, while the water held
her from moving too quickly. I managed to catch her
with my teeth in some interesting places.
Getting out, Kitty decided to rest for a bit. She
placed a towel across the deck, and stretched out in
the sun. Kitty loved to tan herself a golden brown. And
she prided herself on making sure it was an even tan,
all over. One of the ways she made sure her inner
thighs got tan was to pull her knees up slightly and
then allow them to fall to the sides, leaving herself
open to my admiring eyes.
I had noticed that a good bit of the water had splashed
from the pool during our playing. So I decided to fill
it back up. Kitty watched me get the hose and turn it
on.
"What-cha doing?" she asked in a sleepy purr.
"What does it look like, silly?" I answered.
"Just don’t get me wet."
Famous last words. I decided to screw a spray nozzle
onto the hose. Turning it towards Kitty, I shot a
stream of water towards her and connected directly with
her pussy. She let out a squeal but didn’t do anything
other than look up at me with wide eyes. "We need to
wash off the chlorine, my dear!" I continued spraying
her, paying careful attention to making sure I hit that
little button of sensitive flesh I loved to nibble on.
"Do what you must," Kitty sighed in mock resignation.
Lying back, I could see her open her legs wider and she
lifted herself slightly to accept the stream of water.
I moved closer so as to get a better aim. I worked the
water in short and long bursts to pulse across Kitty’s
clit and soon, I could see it start to swell slightly.
A long sigh came from her lips, as Kitty lifted her
hands up to her breasts so her fingers could dance
across them.
She soon was twisting her nipples and squeezing her
breasts to further accentuate the pleasurable
sensations I was creating by spraying the water across
her pussy. Her breath started to come quickly, and soon
her back was arching as her muscles tightened in
anticipation of an orgasm.
Kitty then reached down and started to play with
herself. Her skilled hands worked with the water to
arouse herself even more. I decided to alternate the
pulses of water between her pussy, and slightly lower
to her tight little asshole.
Soon, Kitty was lost in herself, and her hands were
completely covering her pussy as she worked her fingers
deep inside to bring on her orgasm. So, I kept the
water directed at the tiny opening that had until that
time been denied me. One of the things that I had
always wanted to try with Kitty was anal sex. She had
been reluctant, since she wasn’t sure if it would be
comfortable for her. Since I didn’t want to force
myself, it was something that we never got around to
experimenting with.
As I focused the water, I noticed something
interesting. Kitty’s sphincter muscle seemed to be
loosening up slightly. It twitched excitedly under the
constant spray of water. Kitty’s moans grew, and son
she started making the sounds that I knew and loved so
well when she was cumming. I dropped the hose, and
knelt down next to her, placing my hands on her breasts
while kissing a mouth that was open with a tongue that
wrestled with mine.
"Fuck me, Daddy, fuck me." Her words were half
whispered, half moaned.
I shifted over, and placed her ankles above my
shoulders. I rubbed the tip of my penis up and down her
pussy lips, getting it wet with her juices. "Does this
feel good?" I asked. Kitty answered with a moan. I slid
inside of her, and Kitty suddenly couldn’t contain
herself. With a cry, she started convulsing as her
orgasms shot through her. All I had done was enter her
and stay buried deep inside.
Once she calmed down, Kitty looked up at me with liquid
eyes that promised years of intense sex. "You can
finish inside me if you want." I smiled and indicated
that was my intention. "No, I mean, inside me. Down
there."
Realization dawned on me what Kitty meant. I asked if
she was sure, and she indicated that she was. Lifting
her legs slightly higher, I repositioned myself and
pressed gently. Kitty’s ass opened up to me slowly. I
could see the momentary twinges of discomfort flicker
across her face, and I would pause until she indicated
that she was ready to accept more of me.
Soon, I was buried deep up inside her wonderfully tiny
ass. I could feel her clenching tightly around my
shaft, and it was all I could do not to shoot up inside
of her that second. I had made up my mind that I was
going to savor every second of the situation for as
long as I could endure.
Slowly, I eased back, and then slid back inside of
Kitty. After a few moments, she seemed to loosen up a
bit and relax. There was a frown creasing her brow as I
continued to slide in and out. I asked what was wrong,
as I once again buried myself up inside.
"I’m not sure," Kitty gasped at my thrust. "It feels
strange, but it’s also nice. I’m not sure if I like
it."
"But you’re not sure if you dislike it either,
correct?" another thrust.
"Um-humm..." Kitty nodded as she closed her eyes.
"Maybe this will help." I reached down to tease her
clit with a finger, just a few inches above where my
cock was slipping once more inside of her.
"No," Kitty brushed my hand aside. "Don’t do that. I
want to focus on..."
Kitty never finished her sentence. Another orgasm took
her by surprise. I guess the earlier attention all
across her body with her hands and the hose had aroused
her to the point that any physical sensation was
turning out to be pleasurable. I continued at my
measured pace, knowing that it wouldn’t be long before
I too was overtaken by my own orgasm. Delightful.
It was only a matter of minutes. I could feel the
pressure building up inside of me. The pace of my
thrusts quickened, and soon I was grunting in
anticipation as with each thrust, I tried to bury
myself deeper and further up inside of Kitty. She held
onto my arms, to steady herself as our bodies rocked
together faster and faster.
"Fuck my ass, Daddy, come on, fuck it! Fuck it hard!"
Her words were music in my ears as I fought off the
inevitable. "Bury it in me, deep, Daddy, deep inside
me!"
By now, I was pressed so tightly against her, that
Kitty was almost folded in half, her legs still over my
shoulders. With one last shove, I let myself succumb to
the release I craved. I could feel the heat of my cum
shoot up inside of Kitty as I grunted with satisfaction
of finally releasing myself inside every pleasurable
opening that Kitty had to offer. I could feel Kitty
clench down around me, so that her tiny ass continued
to squeeze every last drop out of me.
When I was finished, I eased myself out of her. Lying
back, I looked over at Kitty and smiled. She returned
that smile with one of her own as she rolled over onto
her knees and then made her way to her feet. "Where are
you going?" I asked.
"Gotta’ take care of something," she replied. I could
see that she was walking with a funny gait as she went
inside. A few minutes later, I heard the toilet flush
and she returned with two bowls and a washcloth.
Kneeling next to me, Kitty started to wash me with warm
soapy water. She then splashed some pool water on me to
rinse me off. I smiled with closed eyes as she
ministered to me. Finally she was done. I then noticed
that she hadn’t yet toughed the second bowl.
"What’s that for?"
"Ice," she answered. "For some odd reason, my ass is a
little tender. Burning slightly, you know?" She reached
into the bowl and pulled out a cube. "I was thinking
you could help me cool it down?"
I took the bowl and instructed Kitty to turn over. I
then lifted her slightly on her knees so her ass was in
the air. Bending over, I placed a lingering kiss on
each cheek. Then, I popped a cube into my mouth to
suckle it and wear down any sharp edges with my tongue.
One by one, I gently placed the ice cubes against
Kitty’s puckered asshole, and slipped them in. I would
work a finger up inside of her to make sure the cube
slid up as far as possible.
It wasn’t long before I had used all the ones in the
bowl. "Any more?" Kitty asked, looking over her
shoulder at me. "Wait there," I responded. I went back
into the kitchen. Our freezer had an automatic ice-
maker.
After thirty-eight ice cubes, Kitty had decided that
she was sufficiently cooled off.
Chapter 3
"Hi Daddy! We got out early today so I came over to
visit!"
Looking up from the papers on my desk, I smiled as
Kitty came through the door to my office. While I was
now financially well off due to the accident that had
killed my wife, several years earlier, I still worked
part time as an independent engineering consultant.
"Perfect," I chuckled. We can grab a late lunch!"
Kitty was enrolled as a part time student at the local
community college, taking random classes that tickled
her fancy. She wasn’t sure if she would ever get an
actual degree, but that really wasn’t a concern at this
point.
"Actually, class was canceled. The teacher called in
sick." Kitty slipped over to give me one of her toe-
curling kisses. "It was my Psychology I Class."
I nodded, finished up what I was doing, and told my
secretary that I was finished for the day, and if she
wanted, she could wrap up as well and head home. She
thanked me, and stated that she would lock up in about
an hour.
We decided to leave my car in the parking garage, and
took Kitty’s truck. It turned a few heads as we drove
towards downtown to our favorite restaurant. It was a
Ford Ranger, painted cotton-candy pink. Kitty had
laughed that she wanted that color for two reasons;
First, so I wouldn’t borrow it a lot, and second, it
would be easy to spot if it was ever stolen. She was
right on both counts.
As we waited for our orders, I studied Kitty. As usual,
she was (in my eyes) drop-dead beautiful. Her denim
skirt was snug around her ass, and the cream colored
top with the scoop neck showed off the pearl necklace
that I had given her as a surprise gift last spring.
Her dainty feet were slipped inside a pair of black
pumps that were simple, yet elegant. I couldn’t help
but smile as I caught several businessmen cast side-
long glances at her as we came into the dining area.
"You know what?" I asked. "You showing up is actually a
big help for me." Kitty asked how that was so, and I
continued. "You might have noticed that my secretary,
Sharon, is about seven months pregnant. Her friends
called me the other day, and they are planning a baby
shower. I have no idea what to get. Maybe we can go out
and find something?"
Kitty indicated that she thought it would be fun to go
baby shopping. After lunch, we headed to a local
department store, and as luck would have it, there was
a Baby Registry there that Sharon was listed in.
Several purchases later, we were finished. The gifts
would be wrapped, and delivered to the friend who was
hosting the shower.
That night, I found Kitty sitting on the bed in her old
room. It was still pretty much the same as when she had
first come to live with me as a child. When she had
been taken away, and during the years after, I had
never changed anything. There was an odd look in here
eyes as she studied the pictures on the walls and the
shelves of stuffed animals.
"You know," she sighed. "I hope Sharon’s baby never has
to deal with the crap I had to as a kid. Most of my
childhood memories are of my biological parents being
stoned or beating each other or some other bullshit
that had me terrorized all the time." A tear formed in
her eyes. "It’s like I never had a chance. Right from
the start, things were fucked up. It’s like I was
doomed to not knowing real parental love as a child."
I gathered Kitty in my arms and rocked her gently. "Oh,
baby," I crooned. "I know it was rough. That’s why we
tried to make it as good as possible for you when you
first got here. And now, I promise, you will never know
fear or terror like that ever again."
"I know, Daddy," Kitty sighed. "I thank God every day
for you. You’re my lover, my teacher, and still in so
many ways, a parent to me. In class we were talking
about girls with an ‘Electra Complex’. I didn’t say
anything, but I guess that fits me perfectly. I can’t
even begin to tell you how much I love you without it
sounding sappy."
"You don’t have to, I know." I hugged Kitty tighter.
"Lets get to sleep. Tomorrow’s Friday, and you still
have classes. You can drop me off at the office in the
morning."
The next day, Kitty dropped me off at my office, but I
never stayed. I had stayed awake for several hours the
previous night as Kitty slept at my side, planning.
When Kitty got home that afternoon, the house was dark.
I was waiting inside the third bedroom, with the items
that I had purchased. She called for me, and I replied.
When she opened the door, she stood there stunned.
"Hello, baby-girl," I smiled. "It’s time for Daddy to
take care of his darling." I stepped forward and took
Kitty in my arms. "Who’s Daddy’s precious?"
I had decorated the room to look like it was ready for
a baby girl. Pictures of kittens and stuffed animals
graced the room along with an over-sized crib, a long,
low dresser made to look like a changing table, and
there were stacks of ‘baby’ items for adults that I had
purchased at an ‘adult store’ just across the North
Carolina state line.
Picking Kitty up, I continued; "Goodness! My darling
needs to get changed. What sort of Daddy lets his baby
wear these things?" Kitty was wearing jeans and a tank-
top. "Up we go!" I placed Kitty on the ‘changing
table’.
"Daddy!" she giggled. "What are you doing?"
"I’m taking care of my baby," I replied. With that, I
stripped her down, until she was naked on the changer.
"After dinner we’ll give you a nice bath, but first we
put on a diaper and get you dressed." I lifted Kitty’s
legs and slid an adult diaper under her. "Yes indeed,"
I chuckled, "I have the best little baby in the world."
Kitty continued to giggle. "Oh! What’s this?" I looked
closely at Kitty delicious pussy. "We can’t have this!
Everyone KNOWS that a baby is soft and smooth! We have
to take care of this at once!"
I reached over and pulled out a bowl of warm water and
a can of shaving foam. Kitty usually kept herself
trimmed short, but I was determined that she truly be
‘bald as a baby’. "Now don’t move!" I warned. Kitty lay
still as I lathered shaving foam across her pubic area.
She sighed as I rubbed her clit and stroked her up and
down. Taking the razor, I gently shaved Kitty’s pubic
hair off until she was indeed soft and smooth.
"So pretty," I smiled. "My good baby deserves a kiss."
Bending over, I placed my lips on Kitty clit. I sucked
it in slightly and allowed my tongue to run over it.
From the gasp I heard, I knew Kitty was enjoying the
attention. "Now we pat you dry with a towel," I
continued, "and we powder." I sprinkled a liberal dose
of scented powder all across Kitty’s now bald pubic
area, and then lifted her legs to expose her tender
ass. More powder was applied, and rubbed as needed.
"And we finish." I fixed the diaper in place with the
tape closures at the sides.
"Now, to dress my baby." From a drawer, I pulled out a
white cotton baby-doll sleep shirt. I lifted Kitty and
slipped it over her, and scooted her hands and arms
through the sleeves. "Socks to keep the feet warm,"
white booties were placed over each tiny foot. "And we
brush the hair."
I sat Kitty up and took out a pink brush. The bristles
were as soft as silk, as I ran it through her brown
tresses. After a few minutes, I placed the brush down,
and got out some pink elastic hair ribbons and made two
pig-tails on the sides of Kitty’s head. "What a good
baby I have," I continued to croon. "Some day she will
grow up to be a beautiful woman. But for now, she is
Daddy’s little girl."
Kitty had remained silent, but I cold see there was a
sparkle in her eyes as I lifted her off the table. "Is
my baby hungry?" I asked. Kitty nodded. I carried Kitty
into the kitchen, where an over-sized highchair sat. I
lowered Kitty into it, and secured her from behind with
a Velcro belt. "We can’t have baby slipping out, can
we?" Kitty nodded.
As I started to prepare food for my ‘baby’, Kitty
decided to get into her new role. She started to coo
and gurgled and giggled like so many babies do. She
sang out in nonsensical sounds, laughing at random. She
also bounced her feet and waved her hands about. In
fact, one of her feet kicked up and caught the plastic
bowl I was carrying over to her. Food went splattering
down my shirt. Kitty let out a childish laugh.
(In case any of you have not purchased real baby food
recently, let me tell you that the stuff is a strange
and sometimes gross mixture of stuff that almost passes
for real food. It smells odd and tastes washed out. How
any kid can eat it and like it is beyond me. What I was
about to serve Kitty was some "adult" food cut up into
small pieces.)
"Now, now," I smiled. "We must be careful. Maybe we
should make sure this doesn’t happen again." Along the
legs of the highchair, were several more Velcro straps.
I ended up securing Kitty’s legs tightly to each front
chair-leg to keep her from kicking up again. "And maybe
we should just take care of the hands too, while we’re
at it?" In a moment, Kitty’s arms and wrists were
secured to the side of the tray that I had slipped in
front of her to attach to the highchair.
"Da-da!" Kitty squealed. A silly grin covered her face
from ear to ear.
"Is my baby hungry?" I crooned. "Well, let’s feed her."
Taking the bowl, I added more food to it, and returned
with a spoon. "Open wide, baby." Like a perfect angel,
Kitty ate the offered steak, corn, and spinach. "Such a
good girl!" I exclaimed over and over. "She is making
‘all gone’ for daddy!" Soon, the bowl was empty, and
the contents washed down with juice from a sippy-cup.
"For dessert," I smiled, "we have applesauce. Doesn’t
that sound yummy?" Kitty pressed her lips firmly
together and shook her head ‘no’. "Come on now, Daddy
wants his little girl to eat." Kitty continued to keep
her lips pressed closed. "Doesn’t baby like
applesauce?" Kitty paused for a moment, eyeing the
spoon that I held, and then nodded. "Then why won’t
baby eat for Daddy?"
Kitty looked up at me with a devilish grin. "Wan’ Da-
da-sause in ap’l-sause."
Da-da-sause? It took me a moment, and then I smiled.
"Of course. Baby wants a little extra love in her food,
right?" Kitty nodded and grinned. "Okay. Don’t move."
Kitty snorted at that statement.
I opened the front of my slacks and lowered them
slightly. I had to admit that I was hard as a rock from
treating Kitty this way. Pulling myself out, I gazed
over at Kitty who now had her eyes fixed on my cock
with anticipation. I stood in front of Kitty as she sat
secured to the highchair. Slowly I rubbed myself as I
wrapped my fingers around the thickness of my shaft.
It was only a matter of minutes before I felt the cum
start to bubble up inside of me. I looked back over at
Kitty through half-closed eyes. She returned my smile
and started to wriggle in anticipation of seeing me
shoot off into the bowl of applesauce. Soon, that is
exactly what happened. It took me a few more strokes,
but I made sure every last drop of the milky liquid had
traveled from the tip of my penis to sit in a puddle in
the bowl.
"Da-da-sause!" Kitty sang out. She opened her mouth
wide in anticipation.
I bent forward and kissed Kitty on the forehead. "Will
my good baby eat for her Daddy, now?" I was rewarded
with a smile and a nod. "That’s my good baby," I
chuckled.
Sitting down in front of Kitty, I spooned up a tiny bit
of the mixture from the bowl. I could see the contrasts
in color and texture between my cum and the applesauce.
I lifted the spoon to Kitty’s waiting lips. "Open
wide!"
Kitty received the spoon and it’s contents happily. She
swallowed and opened her mouth again, reminding me of a
baby bird that looks to its mother for another worm.
Spoonful after spoonful went into Kitty’s hungry mouth.
On several occasions, she paused to open her mouth
before swallowing so I could see my cum swirling across
he tongue before she swallowed it. Soon the bowl was
empty, and Kitty burped.
"More?" she looked up at me with hopeful eyes.
"More applesauce?" I asked.
"No. Wan’ more Da-da-sause." Kitty frowned. "Wan’ it
now!"
I had no choice. Any good father will do whatever it
takes to feed his baby, and I was determined to be a
‘good father’ to my ‘baby’. I was still hard, and I was
sure that I could manage to give Kitty just a little
bit more of what she was hungry for. So, I pulled the
highchair over to the side of the kitchen, and placed
two chairs in front. Climbing up, I stood in front of
Kitty so she could lean forward to wrap her lips around
me.
Like a real baby suckling at her mother’s breast, Kitty
started to work her lips and tongue. She suckled me and
I could see her eyes close as her cheeks drew in from
the suction in her mouth. Her head rocked back and
forth as she continued sucking.
I once again felt my cum building up inside of me. I
braced myself against the cabinets to stand steady as I
felt myself shoot into Kitty’s greedy mouth. I groaned
as the spurts were swallowed. Even after I was
finished, Kitty continued to make sure she received
every last drop from me, working he tongue along the
underside of my shaft, stroking every little bit that
she could. Finally, there was no more to give.
Kitty reluctantly let go of me, and I stepped down.
"Such a good baby," I crooned. "She made ‘all-gone’ and
even had seconds!"
Kitty giggled and bounced. I could see that she was
really enjoying the situation.
"But, I think it’s time for baby to have a bath. She
dribbled a little."
I carried Kitty back to the nursery, and placed her on
the bed. I then started water running in the tub.
Returning, I stopped and watched Kitty lying on the
bed, with an odd look on her face. She looked over at
me and then said; "Potty."
"Does baby need to go to the potty?"
"Done," she replied. I lifted Kitty up and carried her
to the changer. Slipping off her clothes, I then opened
the diaper. She had wet herself. I guess she was really
taking the role of being a baby seriously.
"Well, it’s a good thing baby is going to get a bath!
That way she will be squeaky clean for bedtime!" I
cleaned Kitty off with some scented baby-wipes, once
again paying close attention to the sensitive area that
I had shaved earlier that afternoon. When I was
finished, I carried Kitty to the tub, and set her down
into the water. It came to just above her thighs.
Plastic toys floated in the water as I gently washed
Kitty with warm soapy water. When it came time to wash
her hair, I took down the shower massage that was on
the long hose attachment and rinsed her hair. Soon,
baby shampoo was making bubbles not only in Kitty’s
hair, but all across her body as we played with the
suds. She wanted me to make sure that her skin was
scrubbed until it tingled.
I paid extra attention to the pink blossoms of her
nipples. I rinsed her off, and then pressed down on the
lever to open the drain. Kitty and I waived ‘bye-bye’
to the water as it swirled away. Three big fluffy
towels were used to dry Kitty off and I diapered her
again after liberal doses of powder. A sleeper was put
on, and I carried Kitty back to the nursery. I had
placed a large rocker in the corner, and I cradled
Kitty in my arms as I sat down to sing to her and tell
her stories.
"Thank you, Daddy," Kitty sighed as I paused between
songs. "I like this. Can we do it more? It makes me
feel safe."
"Darling," I smiled, "we can do this every day if that
makes you happy."
"Goodie," Kitty giggled. "I think tomorrow we can
explore this game a little more. In fact," a sly grin
crept across her lips, "we have the whole weekend to
ourselves!"
I clutched Kitty to my chest and wept tears of joy. I
had discovered that these new roles had provided me an
insight as to what interesting turns our love was about
to take.
To be continued?
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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.
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