The Primal's Kitten

Chapter Fourteen

As I moved through the week, my anxiety spiked more and more until it came to a head on Friday night, making me snap and Lish and Gavin both over dinner. Lish blew it off but Gavin looked at me like I had slapped him since I had never snapped at him like that before and we had become close since he moved in. Even with all Gavin did for us in the house, I never felt above him, using our submission as a way to relate, learning new things from him that Lish nor John had told me. It was nice to have another submissive in the house, and I felt awful for snapping at him. “I’m so sorry you two, I’m just so nervous about tomorrow. John warned me that he would be busy but I don’t even know what he has planned for tomorrow and it’s killing me! You know how much I hate being out of the loop when something concerns me and that doesn’t excuse my behaviour tonight. I’m so sorry, forgive me?” Lish and Gavin looked between each other for a long moment, as if they were having a conversation in their minds before Lish turned to look at me and grinned. “Of course I forgive you, you’re being a Grade-A b***h, but I know you’re just stressed.” Relief washed over me but I looked to Gavin since he was the one that took the brunt of my bad mood and he hadn’t said he’d forgiven me. “Of course I forgive you, but girl if you don’t drink more wine and chill the hell out, I’m gonna throw you out in the snow to help ya out.” He was always sassy, and it made the three of us laugh, though I didn’t put it past him to toss me out in the snow. We ended the night on a high note, and so I went to my room to meditate and then soak in a nice hot bath before I got into bed. I didn’t know what the next day would hold, so I wanted to be as ready as I could when John finally gave me directions. 

I woke up around 10 and stretched before checking my phone to see if John was awake and bossing me around yet. *Good morning my girl, please make sure you eat enough before the party and drink plenty of water. I’ll text you a little later about what to wear* I chuckled softly and sent a quick reply before setting my phone down and heading for the kitchen. I wasn’t sure what Lish and Gavin were doing for breakfast, or if they were even in the house, so I set coffee to brew and worked on making myself two eggs and some toast. It was a simple breakfast, but it filled my belly, setting me up for the day so that I could get a few things done before getting ready for the party. My room looked like a tornado had ripped through it, so I set about picking things up, tossing all my dirty clothes in the hamper and finally putting away the things in the basket from last week that had been sitting in the corner. I even started a load of laundry before I heard Gavin downstairs making breakfast for himself and Lish. I smiled to myself and went to take a shower, knowing my hair would need a good few hours to dry, even if I ended up wearing it up. I continued to putter about for most of the afternoon, cleaning my bathroom, packing a box of old books for the local library, all the while snacking on cheese and fruit and some crackers. 

Around 4 o’clock I got another text from John, telling me he would arrive at 6 to pick me up, and what to wear, even down to how he wanted me to do my hair. I blushed and replied my usual *Yes, Sir, see you then* and went to get ready. I wore my hair up in a high ponytail that laid down the middle of my back in a mass of curls and grinned at how the soft lavender color of it set off the smoky colors of my eyeshadow and the deep red of my lips. I took a little more time with my wardrobe tonight, though he had been specific enough, I had a few choices, so I went through them all before settling on the best one. White stockings with lace tops were paired with lacy white panties and a matching bra and garter belt. I twisted and turned to look at myself in the full length mirror on my wall, grinning at how well I had managed to showcase my curves while covering the places here and there where I thought I was a little too soft. The final touch to my outfit was a thigh length pink dress and a pair of black heeled mary jane’s that buckled at the side of my ankle. If John wasn’t pleased with this, well he could kick rocks. I grabbed my coat and purse and went downstairs to wait for him to arrive, chattering with Lish until I heard a knock at the door and Gavin went to let John in, except he didn’t want to come in and seemed impatient to leave for the party. I shrugged a bit and scurried out into the cold, getting in the passenger side of John’s car, full of nervous energy all over again. 

The drive across town was a quick 30 minutes, and we pulled up outside a pretty nondescript brick building. There were plenty of cars already in the lot, which made me feel even more nervous; I hadn’t realized there would be so many people here for the party. John led me into the building and I handed over my license when they asked, getting a stamp for my troubles that was proof that I had paid, since the party was 21 and up. We found a table and John set down his various bags while I claimed a seat with my coat, and another with my purse for Lish and Gavin, while I sat next to John, claiming my own chair. We chattered for a short time, and then John left me to walk around since Gavin, Lish, and her own bags had arrived. The venue filled fast and became somewhat noisy with the hum of voices, only dwarfed by the sound of various impact toys being used. John came back around after a short while and collected me and one of his bags, making me carry it toward the far corner of the room where there was a wooden frame for suspension, blue safety mats on the floor under it. John was silent as he opened the bag and started getting various bundles of rope out, laying them on the mat one by one, finally giving me a single command. “Stretch.” “Yes, Sir.” I settled into a routine, stretches I had taught myself that were good for rope work, my nerves calmed by the release of tension in my limbs. I stood up when I was ready, and without another word, John began to tie me, methodically passing the rope around my chest and upper arms before trailing it down my back and wrapping my wrists tightly with it. It wasn’t so bad so far, he hadn’t been harsh with me and the ropes weren’t too tight, so I settled in happily while he added a rope from the frame to the chest harness, having me lean into it to be sure it would hold and his knots were secure. Maybe I had freaked myself out over nothing. 

Without warning, John hoisted me up until I could only stand on my tip toes, unable to keep my balance very well. “Oh!” I cried out, surprised as I swung in wide circles, almost like a dancer. John wasn’t done though, he wrapped more rope around my ponytail and pulled my head back cruelly, tying the rope to the main line that connected the harness to the frame, making me wince and squirm. Another length of rope was tied around my left ankle and that too was hoisted up, my knee bent behind me, the rope connected to the main line as well. I no longer had any balance and sort of swayed and twirled on the toes of my right foot. “Such a pretty puppet you make, my girl.” John’s voice was suddenly in my ear, making me smile. “You know what I like to do with pretty puppets?” He asked me in the same soft tone, his breath tickling the hairs near my ear. “No, Sir.” “I like to watch them squirm.” My eyes widened but he was gone and I tried to twist and turn my way around to see where he went, but I couldn’t find him. “Silently” he said as he pushed a ball gag between my teeth buckling it behind my head. Then he left me and a moment later I heard him talking to someone else, another woman. He left me here to swing around? What the hell? By the time I swung back around, I was stunned by the scene unfolding on the edge of the mat. John was busy tying up a petite blond woman wearing nothing but a bra and panties, his whole focus on the conversation he was having with her. I wasn’t in pain, but watching my dominant playing with someone else while I couldn’t even speak was not stellar. I hung for what felt like forever, twirling slowly around when I had to rest the leg supporting me before the blond was gone and John was paying attention to me again. “Look at you, drooling all over yourself, you’re a mess.” HIs words were acid in my ear. I gave a muffled reply behind the gag, but more drool spilled out. John looked disgusted, wiping the drool from my chin before he smeared it all over my face. I was revolted, to say the least, and tears sprung to my eyes immediately. Why was he being so mean? I couldn’t help it! He was the one who put the gag on me! “You know what comes next.” 

I didn’t know he had brought any impact toys, not that he told me anything, so it took me by surprise when I felt the sting of a riding crop on my thigh. I jumped, and lost my balance, swinging free again. He took the opening and hit me several more times on one thigh before moving to the other until I got my leg under me again. I got a moment of reprieve when John switched tools, taking out a leather tawse which he took to my thighs with no mercy. I was crying heavily by the time he moved away to switch toys again, snot pouring from my nose and drool stringing from my chin to my dress, leaving a puddle in the fabric. My arms and neck hurt, and the leg that was tied was aching at both knee and hip, I could barely feel my foot with how tightly I had been tied. My thoughts were interrupted by a loud crack nearby and suddenly there was fire blooming across the curve of my ass. I gasped, gagging and coughing behind the gag as my leg shot up to curl against my body as if to protect myself. Swinging freely, I shook and cried as every time I came around, I would hear the crack and fire would bloom again from where the whip had landed across my skin. I tried over and over again to say something, but even my screams of pain were muffled by the gag shoved behind my teeth. I tried to wiggle my fingers and kick out at John to get his attention, but he ignored me. Was this why Gavin had talked about safewords? Why hadn’t John given me one, or a signal or something? I don’t know how long this went on, swinging, pain, tears, muffled sobs, but just before I was about to pass out, I heard an angry voice nearby. Lish. Two deeper voices joined hers, arguing with John about the state I was in and suddenly someone was cutting me down while John yelled about how expensive the rope had been. “Well then you should have taken her down before it became such an issue! Aren’t you supposed to be a leader in this community?What the f**k is wrong with you man?” That was the last thing I heard before I was lowered to the mat and everything went black.