Kitty girl stripped

...i'm into pet play ( it's a BDSM thing )

and I'm a panther girl...a fictional piece

Characters: Greg, Afeni and Angelina ( Jolie of course)

Afeni wanted to be a good girl. But, being that she enjoyed cages, ball gags, and rough sex...the feeling that was behind vanilla sex wasn't the same. She longed for Master to adminster the whippings or the caging for pleasure. She wasn't a painslut by any means, after all she practiced pet play religiously but she was in a particularly strange mood.

" Mrrrrrrrrrow..." She placed her *paws* on her Masters knee, and looked up with kind eyes.

" And how is my kitten today?" He reached down and rubbed her down. Like a cat she raised her butt in the air and meowed in happiness. " Hmmmm have you been a good girl while I was at work?" He got up and walked into the kitchen, her cage in the corner next to the stove. His eyes rested on the kitchen counter. It was bare.

" Afeni, my lovely queen panther. Come into the kitchen."

There was a moment of silence and then the soft thudding of her knees hitting the carpet, her head peeked around the corner.

" Mrow?" her eyebrow raised.

" Did you climb on the kitchen counters kitty?"

A guttural howl from her throat and a hiss was all he needed to hear. He grabbed her by her collar and dragged her to her cage.

"If you insist on being a bad kitty, I will treat you like one. Angelina..." He called, a smile tugging at his mouth. He knew that this would be more torture, more so then ten thousand beatings. Afeni was first girl in their poly household, Master Greg loved using his kitten until she was a huge mass of howls and meows; but when Afeni was on punishment Greg called upon his second girl Angelina. It drove Afeni mad.

" I see you also tore up my chair. Angelina" He called again with his temper rising.

Angelina's frail frame appeared, unlike Afeni she was strictly for Gregs use and pleasure. Her long auburn hair flowed freely down around her face. She had light scratches on her cheeks, raised with irritation.

" Afeni Icesis Phantom...did you attack your sister?" His mouth a thin line.

She batted his shoelaces and curled around his feet. " mrrrrrrrowl" She nuzzled his crotch, begging for her favorite cat toy.

" No. Afeni" He said sternly.

Angelina sat between Greg's legs and rested her head on his knee.

" It's nothing Master Sir. She is first girl, I know this. I said something to Afeni and...she was upset." Angelina held her face.

Greg looked at Afeni who was in the corner laying on her back, naked. Her collar fitted snugly around her neck.

" Angelina, my love. I will now punish her. The punishment she fears so much."

He rose, disappearing into the hallway, and returned with a first aid kit. He sat back down and gently grabbed Angelina's face, and dabbed it with triple antibiotic ointment. His eyes gazing over her soft flesh that was torn with anger. Angelina's eyes burned, tears streamed down her face, she wasn't used to such tender care from Greg. She was first girl, yes but she wasn't being used and something just felt different.
Greg then rose and placed the first aid box on the table and he crossed the room to Afeni. She lay splayed on the floor, staring up at the ceiling. She felt her Masters presence and she flipped onto her side and she nuzzled his hands. He grabbed her collar
and as His fingers slid through the fabric, the buckle of the collar falling out of it's home; Afeni realized what was happening.
" You want to attack your sister, then you will be punished. You will see what it's like from the outside in."
The leather that had been apart of Afeni Phantom was stripped, her neck bare. Tears formed as her hands clutched her neck, she was stripped and that was the worst punishment of all.