Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance by Kirsten McCurran Page A

You’re going to help me make her into a woman.”
    The Gardners hammered away at each other for another few minutes until Patrick buried himself in Tara and came while she screamed from her own orgasm. They held each other tightly and he swore his love to her. Patrick really did love his wife more than life itself. Tara was not just his pet. She had fulfilled all his dreams. And that was why times like these were important, when he made sure she understood she was his wife first.
     But that did not mean he could be forever satisfied with just Tara as his plaything. He would always need new challenges. He was glad his wife understood that, just as she understood that she would always be his Primary. Tara was his wife, and no other pet would ever supplant her. Katherine would become his pet too, and he would enjoy teaching her how to behave in that role, but she would not be the last. Perhaps she would even be used to recruit his next pet one day.
    “So,” Tara asked, kissing his cheek, “when do I get to play with Katherine?”
    “Soon, I promise. I need to make sure my control is cemented first. She is a willful girl. I can see that in her, and I will have to break that.”
    “Sounds like you’re going to need some one-on-one time,” she said, smiling wickedly.
    “In due time, wife, in due time.”
     
     

six
     
     
    “I’m not sure this is such a good idea,” Katherine said. She was squeezed into the backseat between two other girls. Sandra was in the front seat and their friend, Amy, was driving. “Isn’t there something else you guys would rather do tonight?”
    Hope, the girl to her left, laughed and said, “Why do you always worry so much? When are you going to learn to just cut loose and have fun?”
    “Yeah, I thought we were going to have to tie you up to drag you out tonight,” Sandra added.
    That comment brought a nervous chuckle from Katherine. Being bound was much on her mind lately, though she didn’t think Sandra would have any idea what to really do with someone tied down. It was three days since she’d seen her master and there had not been so much as a phone call in that time. She thought Master wanted her at his beck and call and that she would be right back over there, but no, there was nothing but silence. She hoped they were just letting her stew. If that was the plan, it was working. Katherine jumped every time the phone rang, hoping it was one of the Gardners. Whenever she thought about Master playing with her—which was about every five minutes—she turned so wet she could hardly stand it. Master had better be just toying with her, because if she in some way disappointed him and he was done with her, she didn’t know what she would do. Days ago she did not even know what it meant to have a master, but now the thought of hers dropping her was terrible. She was scared, but she wanted to know—needed to know—what other plans he had for her. Katherine didn’t know how long she was distracted, but the jostling of the car on the badly paved city street brought her back to the here and now.
    “I’m just worried we will get carded and won’t get in,” Katherine argued, although she was more worried they would get in and what could happen then. Sandra was bound and determined to hook her up with some hot guy for the evening, no matter how many times Katherine told her she wasn’t looking for that. There was only one man on Katherine's mind now.
    They parked several blocks from the club and Katherine was glad for the warm night, since Sandra had convinced her to go out basically half naked, or at least that was how she felt. She was wearing a black baby doll with a sequined band just below the bodice. It might not have been so bad with a sweater over it—except it was too short for Katherine's liking, but it was cut so low she felt like she was hanging out of it. She wasn’t above showing cleavage, but this dress was too much. She knew she would spend the whole night pulling