Tabitha grinned excitedly and thought it so worth bothering one beast to rouse another. John was right, her heart started pumping at a whole new level at the thought of what was to come. She loved the consequences of her actions when they led to correction, she loved the feeling of John’s punishment, the way it felt on her flesh and in her psyche.
John watched Tabby rise and stand next to the bed. She lifted her t shirt off over her head to reveal a small elastic lace bra, he could see her dark erect nipples through the delicate white lace. Her breasts were small, her stomach flat and toned, she was stunning, athletic but so very very feminine. She then turned and bent over, legs straight and arse up, she looked amazing in her skinny blue jeans and John stood admiring her firm sexy rump. Tabitha wanted her Master to see her arse, she wanted him to get riled up, so she slowly swayed from side to side as she undid her running shoes.
John’s eyes lit up as she teased him, his cock also started to stiffen in his jeans. He always struggled with restraint with Tabby, he always felt the need to just grab her and ravage her, but now wasn’t the time. He kept himself in check and watched as Tabby stood, kicked off her shoes and looked over her shoulder. She slowly undid her pants and peeled the tight denim down off her arse and legs. John smiled widely because his naughty ‘lil miss’ wasn’t wearing panties. She looked at him under her arm an grinned at the look in his eyes. “And where are your panties?” He asked with a fake sturn tone. “VPL! She said with an equally faked shock to her voice. “I can’t have lines visible on my arse!” She continued as she stood and awkwardly trampled out of the tight jeans. “No, It’s my job to put the visible lines on your arse.” John half jested, but Tabby knew it was real. She knew he’d mark her and she couldn’t wait.
Tabitha turned and and was about to peel her bra up over head when John stopped her “No leave that on.” He said as he approached placing his hand upon hers, she smiled quizzically at her Master and wondered what he was thinking. She knew not to ask as she knew she’d be told to wait and see. He was infuriating in that way, he never ever let on his intentions in these intimate times, but even though it was frustrating not to know it made for an adventure every time they played.
John unwound the long rough rope as he looked into Tabby’s eyes, he looked for her feelings and saw only one, excitement. He took the rope and gently brought it around his muse’s slender neck, Tabitha lifted her chin to allow her lover to tie of the cord. He then held it in his mouth as he brought her arms together and started lacing them together from elbow to wrist. She loved the concentration in his expression as he looped round, twisted, then brought the rope over and through to do it again. Then when her arms were firmly bound together he tossed it over the bed, walked around, and pulled his captive onto the bed towards him. “Make sure you’re your feet and ankles are hanging off the edge.” He said matter of factly, Tabitha complied. He then looped the rope around the beds side rail and pulled it in until Tabby was stretched out, still up on her knees but arms out in front immobilised. He then threw the rope beneath the bed and walked around admiring the sight before him. As he bent to gather the tether he couldn’t help but place a soft kiss onto Tabby’s smooth firm buttock, Tabby drew breath and curled her lips over her teeth as she smiled at the surprise gesture. She hadn’t expected to feel anything upon her arse just yet. “Such a sweet peach.” John complimented her as he took her left ankle and tied it off wide, he then looped the rope along the side rail til he decided it wide enough for her right ankle. “Thankyou Master.” Tabby replied in part for the compliment and in part for the feeling of total surrender she felt as he finished her bondage. Tabby stretched back pulling her arms straight and just like her name took a distinctly feline form. John watched and felt his blood rise as he retrieved the crop from the edge of the bed, he rested the leather loop at it’s tip onto Tabby’s arse and asked her a question. “What do you fear more my love? The beast holding this crop, or the bear outside?