Good Kitty at Home
by Journey

Part 1

Author's Note: This is a sequel to Good Kitty and takes place the next day. It is (mostly) true.

I woke up the next morning. It was Saturday, and I was looking forward to the weekend. I was sore, happy, confused, you name it, after the night before. As I stretched I noticed that Mark was not in bed, and listened to the bells on my anklets and bracelets that he had not taken off last night. I felt my neck and remembered my collar, also still locked on from last night. 'Ok.' I thought, 'let me get up, get this off, and go to make breakfast, and get the day started.'

I started to roll out of bed, but something was not right. I sat up, and felt a weight at my neck. It was a chain, again locked to the collar ring. I took it in my hand, sat up and followed it towards the bottom of the bed. When I reached where it should have stopped, (judging from the night before) an extra chain was attached, going down to where it was locked to the bottom bedpost. SHIT@@!! I pulled, then harder, but it didn't give, so we have a think: large, heavy four-post bed, and a lock is a lock. As I looked around the bedroom, I saw a note on the dresser by the bathroom door. I rolled (jingled) off the bed, and walked over and picked up the card.

Good morning, Kitten. I said you were mine for the weekend, not just last night. In the top left drawer you will find your outfit to start today. Your leash will reach the bathroom. Text me when you read this, and you then have an hour to shower, and do your make-up and hair as I like. Then and only then go to the dresser. I will be waiting. I expect you to wearing everything in the top dresser drawers from left to right. Don’t take longer or disappoint me in your appearance or you will be punished. It’s going to be a fun day.


P.S. if you want this to stop, text me “STOP” and I will be up right away release you, and we will have a wonderful normal day. Mark

“Master” The word rolled around in my head again. How long had I waited for this? How long had I wanted him to step outside the box and try this? I played with the chain. I tried to reach the bedroom/hallway door, but came up just short. I loved the feeling of the chain and collar at my neck. I let the leash stay taut for a few seconds, playfully fighting it, and then took a step back. And read the note again. “Master” I thought to myself again….

Deep breath, hold, huge sigh. I picked up my cell.

Master, Kitten is awake, I will be waiting in one hour.

I put it down and walked to the bathroom. He clearly had measured everything. I could just reach the back of the bathroom and get into the shower. I tried to hurry. (And yes, those little bells kept doing their thing, if you are wondering). If you think about it, an hour is not a lot of time for a girl to get ready. I blew dry my hair, and started my makeup. SHIT! Only twenty minutes left! I went out, opened the left-hand drawer. Inside was a pretty black bra/thong-panty/garter/seamed-stockings set. And the locking five-inch heels from the night before, complete with the locks. Sigh. My feet were still sore. I put everything on very carefully, making sure everything was smooth, the seams were straight, everything perfect. Then in the next, center, drawer was a very cute, very SHORT French Maid's outfit. Classic, black, blouse with fluffy sleeves, showing a lot of cleavage, and a black miniskirt ending inches above the stocking tops. I dressed quickly. Ten more minutes. Then I opened the right-hand drawer.

Inside was a bright, shiny chrome five-piece collar, cuff, and anklet set. With chains connecting everything, and a short note. I was to put this on, and then and only then remove the existing collar, (the keys to the leash chain were there), and transfer my leash to the new collar.

I first put on the collar, it was a tight fit under the pink one I still had on. Then the ankle chains, and found I had about 18” between them, then my wrists, with about 12” of freedom. I found that I had to move my wrists to waist level to get them on, because of the chain that ran from the collar to my wrists to my ankles.

I took a minute to see how much I could still move, and then remembered the pink collar. I took out the keys and reached up, but my hands stopped well short of my neck. I found if I moved my feet close together, I could almost reach my neck but nowhere near behind it to undo the lock. I struggled a bit. Then, I thought if I sat, I would have more slack. I did, and put my head down almost to the floor with my ass up in the air and finally got the lock to release, and took off my pink kitty collar that I had on from when I got dressed the day before. It fell to the ground with a loud combination of chain and bell. I reached out with my cuffed hands, unlocked the leash, and reached up, and obediently clicked the lock shut on my new slave collar.

Just then his voice behind me said, “Five minutes late, but the show was more than worth it. It was so nice seeing your ass up like that trying to do what you had been ordered, Kitten.”

I turned to face him, still on the floor, blushing from the thought of him seeing me struggling to do all that stuff. I stayed there, letting my leash run over my shoulder and down my back, still kneeling and looking down. “This one is sorry Master,” I said, trying to get into the role. “She did the best she could, and is sorry she failed to obey your orders”

“We will address that later. Let’s go downstairs."

“Yes sir," I smiled. He then ordered me to stand up and come to him. As I did so he stepped back. I followed, feeling the leash start to come off the ground as I moved slowly forward.

Just before it got tight he stopped. "Good girl, stand still." Clever, he had me walk and pull the leash up off the ground so he would not have to bend down to reach it He unlocked it where he had connected the extra chain to the bed, and led me out of the bedroom to the hallway by my collar/leash. I fought at the leash a bit. I did not like being led like this, like a pet. Even alone with him this was gonna take some getting used to.

I followed him down the hallway, it was hard to walk with the heels and the chain connecting my ankles, and I stumbled a few times. Not enough to really trip, just throwing me off my step. He did not turn around, just keeping a steady pace and making me keep up with him on our way to the main part of the house.

We got to the living room, and I saw he had breakfast laid out on the coffee table. He walked to the couch, and I went to sit down next to him, but he pulled me by the collar to the floor beside him. "Slaves kneel beside their masters, not sit next to them without permission."

I sighed, enough for him to hear, and slowly knelt, but not fast enough as he pulled down on my collar again.

“There, much better, my pet.”

I knelt next to him by the couch, hands on my thighs, while he nibbled on some food. After a few minutes I went to reach for something to drink from the table, but my chains caught my wrists well short. As I tugged they made what was becoming a very familiar jingling sound. I wondered how was I going to do anything.

“Sit still, Kitten!”

For the first time I noticed he had not used my name at all today. It was pet, slave, kitten. Words to remind him, and me, of my status, and it was starting to have an effect. He took a glass of juice with a straw and let me take a drink, and then fed me some fruit. The rest of breakfast was like this. Me kneeling and watching him eat, or waiting to be fed. He would play and make me stretch my neck and lips to reach what he decided to feed me, and I was getting more and more into it as it went along. And, more under his control.

After we were done eating he told me to gather the dishes and take them to the kitchen. 'Really?' I thought, 'but OK.' I got to my feet with a lot of noise and took some of them out. I played it up, trying to move as sexy as I could, bending so he could see down my top of the costume and such. The way I was chained, I had to put my feet together to manage to get the dishes on the counter. I came back for another trip, and as I bent down to pick up the rest of the dishes I got a sharp smack on my ass. CRACK! “OUCH!" I yelped.

“Damn, you look hot in your little maid outfit, Kitten,” he said. "Now be quiet and do the dishes like a good girl."

As I walked by I got another smack. I guess he felt my butt cheeks had to match on how they stung. I squeaked this time, but kept as quiet as I could as I went to the kitchen. 'OK, slaves do chores, so, I’ll play along,' I thought to myself. Then, I discovered a new problem. Chained as I was, it was a real pain to reach everything! I had to keep my feet close together to get enough slack to reach up to the sink (at least the high heels helped a bit), and lower my neck to get enough slack that way to get things done.

I did not exactly hurry, and as I went on I started to fight with the chains more and more. Finally, when I was done, I tried to slip my wrists free. Not that it would have done a lot of good with my collar and ankles chained, but I had reached the point I wanted out of this stuff.

“OK, I can see my pet needs a time out," he said from behind me. I had been so focused on everything else, I did not hear him back there. "Come along, I have a surprise for you,” Master said as he took my leash in his hand and gave a sharp pull.

I did not know what he had planned, but I was pretty sure I would not like it. I pulled back with my neck, I tried to reach up out of reflex with my hands to grab my leash-chain, but with my wrists still chained to my ankles I did not come close. I tried to step backwards. I knew I had no chance to keep him from pulling me where he wanted to take me, but I did not want to go without a fight. I felt another sharp pull at my neck. Not enough to hurt, but enough to take a quick step forward. As I did, my ankle chain pulled tight, almost making me trip.

Master chuckled. “Now come along, pet." With that, I knew I pretty much was stuck with whatever he had planned and I let him lead me towards the garage.

As we got to the small storage closet just before the garage entry, he opened the door. Inside was another door, a new one, very much like a cell door. He opened it before I could take a good look, but it looked like it had some type of vertical bars.

He pulled me inside. The closet was about six feet deep and three feet wide. The walls were completely covered with new plywood, except for an air vent on top of the back wall. He had stripped out all of the usual junk and the closet was empty. He pulled me to the back, took my leash, and used a snap hook to attach it to a very sturdy eye-bolt that he had added at about eye level to the very back wall.

“There, that should do,” he said as he smiled. I looked around, not believing what he had done. He had always joked about building a little cell or 'time out' room somewhere in the house. I just thought it was a joke of his.

“When did you do all this?” I meekly asked.

“Oh, I have had the idea for a while, Kitten. I wanted you to have a room all your own.”

He turned to walk out, and I slowly followed about half way, then stopped, and looked around. He really built a cell in his house for me. I thought, 'He’s really going to leave me here!' I protested “But…….”

“No buts. And no arguments, unless of course you want a gag also.”

“No sir," I said. I really did not want the gag back, my mouth was still sore.

“Good,” he said as he smiled and shut the door, and I could hear a lock or something click shut. He turned, “Oh, here, I will hang the keys to your door and chains here, in case you want out,” as he put them on a hook on the other side of the hall from the cell door. “Have fun, Kitten, I will be back later when you have learned to behave.”

I half called out after him, then stopped. He would not have come back, and probably would have liked me begging anyway. I sighed, and looked around. I walked back and looked at the hook holding my leash to the wall. I tried to reach up, but with my hands chained at waist level I did not come close to reaching the simple snap hook he used to attach my leash. I jerked at my chains in frustration.

I then walked to the door, as I got close my leash got tight. I could just get my hands around the bars. It seemed he used some type of metal pipe for the bars, and 2x4s for the frame, with a couple more going across horizontally with the bars through them. I stretched my fingers around the bars, and pulled. It hardly gave, I strained at my cuffs, getting as good of a grip as I could, and pulled, again, then harder. I wanted out of this little cell. Nothing. I kicked the bottom of the door with my shoe in frustration causing a nice jingle from my ankle chain.

I walked back and forth a few times, trying to look out the door, but all I really could see was straight across the hall. I stared at my keys on the little hook. 'Bastard!' I thought.

I pulled at my leash with my neck, trying to get my head closer to the cell door, I again strained at my wrist cuffs and tried to slip my hands out of them, again. Nothing gave, of course. I looked back at where my leash was attached to the back wall, then tried to reach up to where it connected to my collar. Its amazing how something as tiny as a lock key can keep you so secure.

Then I looked across the hallway to the keys hanging there. 'It’s also really cruel to put the keys to your freedom so close and yet so far away at the same time.' I thought. I was tired, I had been in these damn locked heels all morning and most of the night before and my feet were feeling it. I went to sit down, and found that to try and sit, I had to get closer to the wall. To lie down I would have to be almost directly under the damn hook! I walked back to the wall, until my leash hung down, I took it in my hands and I pulled. Hard. I wanted to get out of something. Just free of one thing he had come up with. Have that much of a moral victory. But it did not even budge.

I finally sat down. I felt even more owned, even more like his property, just by having to get closer and closer to the back wall to relax. I looked at my outfit, and the chains I was locked in. By him. There was no noise in my cell. No distractions. Just me and my thoughts. I considered how I was dressed now. Dressed as HE wanted. I looked at my wrists again, then the chain going to my ankles, and now that I was sitting I could reach up and feel my collar. My slave collar, as I thought of it. I listened to the sounds the metal made as I moved. I looked up at where the leash was connected to the wall again. Rocking my head back and forth and watching the chain move. I looked at the new door, knowing I was stuck.

Deep down, I knew he would never hurt me, I knew if I wanted this to stop, it would. No matter how much he enjoyed me like this. No matter how much fun he was having. In my head I started to enjoy how I was. I gently moved my hands along the cuffs at my wrists. I laid my head on the carpet of the closet. (Until now I never even noticed the new, soft carpet he put down!) I almost fell asleep, thinking about everything. Now and then I would look out at my keys, and smile. So close. So far away. I am not sure how long it was, but I could hear him come down the hallway. I got up to my knees and knelt, and got as close to the door as the leash would allow in that position, I stayed there, knees spread, hands on my knees, and looking at the floor. In my head something had changed. He wanted a slave for the weekend, or longer. He was going to get the best one he could ever dream of!

He came to the door, and I could almost hear him smile. “So, has Kitten learned her lesson?”

“Yes, sir, she has”, I said, “and she also thanks you for her new room, sir”.

“Do you like it?”

I shrugged. “I am sure it will be very useful and effective when you feel it’s needed, sir.”

“Good girl. Stand up and come along.”

As he went to unhook my leash from the wall I asked “Sir?”

“Yes, Kitten”?

“Sir, may your kitten thank you for coming back and not making her wait here alone any longer?”

He looked half confused for a second, then he smiled. “Such a good girl! I may have to lock you in your room more often!” he said as he started to undo his belt with one hand, the other holding my leash so it was taut.

I tried to move a bit closer, I think he enjoyed watching me stretch against the leash to reach him. I reached out and finished undoing his jeans, and pulled them down with my cuffed hands. He was rock hard, harder than I could ever remember even during sex! I kissed his tip gently, and used my tongue to run underneath. It actually felt exciting to fight my collar to do this, feeling the pull on my neck as I strained to reach him. As if it was not my idea, like I was free to do anything and it was not really me. He came closer, and I took him in all the way. I reached up taking him in my cuffed hands. I wanted to make his knees buckle. I thought here is just a little payback, making him stand while I gave him the best blowjob of his life while he had to stand!! I felt him strain as I worked on him, his happy moans made me smile, I loved the feel of his hands on my hair pulling me close. As he came I struggled to keep him in. I remember thinking 'Slaves do this happily,' as he came inside my mouth. And I was sure to kiss and lick him more after he was done.

I again knelt as I had, hands on my knees, looking down, as I listened to him try and collect himself. He put his hand under my chain and lifted it to look up at him. “That was amazing, Kitten, you seem to be enjoying this more.”

“Your slave is pleased you are happy, Master.” And I smiled, and winked, just so he knew I was all right. He reached over, and I felt him unhook my leash from the wall. FINALLY! I thought. I could move away from the wall again. Its amazing how even getting a little freedom back, even while still chained, can feel so good.

He led me back to the living room. He sat on the couch, and had me lay beside him with my head on his thigh. He stroked my hair, ran his hands over my body. Helping me relax. I sighed happily, looking up as seductively as I could. I wanted to spend the rest of the day just fucking like rabbits, to be honest.

Then, he looked down. “I know you are aroused, Kitten, but you are not to touch yourself today until I say you may.”

Oh god! Its been how long, I just gave him the best head ever, and I have to hold out god knows how much longer?

“A slave waits until her master says its time, Kitten”

I sighed. He was right. I was his. “Yes, of course, Master,” I said softly.

After a while he stood up, I rolled over, looking as sexy on the couch as I possibly could again and looked up at him.

“I need to leave for a bit, Kitten”.

Sigh. All this and he's leaving? "Ok, let me sit up and take this stuff off me and I will do some house work while you're gone." I stood, and he took the keys out of his pocket. It would be so nice to be free of this stuff after today and last night!

He released the leash chain from my collar, then for some reason released the connecting chain from my ankle chain next. I held out my wrists to him, but he said “I’ve got a better idea. Turn around, back to me, Kitten”.

I slowly did, I felt him unzip my skirt, letting it fall off my hips. He then took the loose portion of the chain, and put it around my waist, and through my legs! He had turned that part into a crotch-chain. I pulled my hands, and it pulled the front of the chain right into my pussy! Every time I stretched to grab or clean anything it was going to send more sensations right through me now! “Wait, what! you can’t leave me like this!” I protested.

“OK Kitten, you asked for this”. He pulled a ballgag with a rubber panel from his pocket and told me to open.

“Wait, if you gag me hommphhhhhhhh”! My words got cut off as the ball went behind my teeth. “MMPHHHH!!!!!!!!” I pulled hard at my wrists in protests, which only made things worse.

“Kitten, I can’t have you chatting on the phone all day when you have work to do, can I? Besides, if anything happens, you can call, I am pretty sure I will know it’s you!” he laughed.

“Grrrpmmhhhhhh!” I growled. He turned me around, ran his hands over me, then bent down and slowly pulled up my mini-skirt, finishing with a sharp smack to my ass. "EEKkmmphhhh!" I squealed.

“You get busy cleaning, I will be back soon. “

Ok, this was not part of the deal. Yeah, playing with him here is fun, but not this! I squealed behind my gag again. I pulled at my cuffs, I wanted out.

“I know you want out," he said, laughing, "but you look so cute! Besides, some alone-time like this will be good for you. I won’t be long.” And with that he left.

When the door closed, I got mad. I tried again anything I could think of to try and get loose, I tried to reach up to the gag. trying my trick from earlier of kneeling down but this time my hands were too close to my waist. "DAMMIT!!!!" I shouted though the gag as I heard his truck pull out. I was breathing heavily. All the pulling was making the crotch chain rub more and more, and that was even another distraction. After a couple minutes I gave up and plopped down on the couch. I did NOT want to be chained and left to clean house without him around.

Another sigh, then my cell dinged a text.

“Kitten, stop fighting your chains, and get busy. I would hate to have to punish you for not getting your work done.

That ass! I played with the wrist cuffs a little more, but they were not coming off. 'Well', I thought, 'I'm dressed as a maid, and Saturday afternoons are my housework time, so OK. It sucks, but OK.' I started the chores, a couple loads of laundry, some dusting, and it was actually kinda fun and different. Everything took longer of course, and the crotch chain was making things 'interesting', and I was getting aroused even more. I could not wait for him to get home though; I was getting more and more 'frustrated'.

I worked for a bit more, and then the doorbell rang. Shit! Then again. KNOCK KNOCK. 'Please go away,' I thought, 'I can't answer like this!' Then another knock. I stood in the living room, almost afraid to move and be seen through a window. Then the sound of a doorknob turning.

“HELLO? Girlfriend, where are you hiding?” a familiar girl's voice called out……

End of Part 1

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