“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse and trembling. The little bell at his throat jingled softly as he shifted on his knees, his hands firmly clasped behind his back. His cock stood rigid, swaying slightly with every shaky breath he took. “Please, mistress. Let me cum.”I tilted my head, my fingers tightening around the collar he wore—the same pink one that had once belonged to my cat. “Oh, kitten,” I purred, leaning forward to brush my lips against the shell of his ear. “You know the rules. Not until I say so.”He whined, low and desperate, his hips twitching as if he couldn’t help himself. The sound of the bell filled the room again, and I couldn’t help but smile. It had started as a joke, something silly and ridiculous. But now? Now it was everything.---It had been two months since the bet. A stupid, drunken argument about something neither of us could even remember now. He’d been so cocky, so sure he would win. I’d teased him, holding up my cat’s old collar and saying, “If you lose, you’re wearing this.” He’d laughed, that confident grin of his never wavering. “Yeah sure, whatever you say, mistress,” he’d drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.But he’d lost. And I’d shown up at his door the next weekend with the collar in hand. I hadn’t even needed to speak. The moment he saw it, his face had gone slack, his usual bravado melting away. He’d knelt slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and I’d buckled the collar around his neck myself. The bell had jingled softly as I’d tugged it, and I’d whispered, “Good boy.” That’s when I’d seen it—the way his cock twitched in his pants, the way his breath hitched. He’d tried to laugh it off, but we both knew the truth.Since then, it had become our thing. Every weekend, he’d kneel for me, naked except for that damn collar. He’d crawl to me the moment I walked in, his eyes wide and eager, the bell chiming with every movement. And I’d let him worship me. I’d let him bury his face between my legs, his tongue working in slow, deliberate circles as I gripped his collar and pulled him closer. He’d moan into me, his hands clasped behind his back, his ass in the air like the perfect little kitten he was.---“You’re being so good for me,” I murmured now, my nails scraping lightly against his collar. He shivered at the touch, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “But I’m not done with you yet.”I shifted on the bed, straddling his hips as I guided his cock to my entrance. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and pleading, as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I let out a breathy moan as he filled me, the stretch delicious and perfect. The bell jingled softly as I started to move, my hips rocking against his in a slow, steady rhythm.He let out a strangled groan, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. “Please,” he whispered again, his voice breaking. “I can’t—I can’t hold on much longer.”I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. “You’ll hold on until I tell you,” I said firmly, my voice low and commanding. “You’re my kitten, aren’t you?”He nodded frantically, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to focus. “Yes, mistress,” he gasped. “Your kitten.”I smiled, my fingers tightening around his collar as I increased my pace. The sound of the bell filled the room, mingling with our moans and the slick, wet sounds of our bodies moving together. He felt so good inside me, his cock hitting just the right spot with every thrust. I could feel the tension building in my own body, the heat coiling low in my belly.“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice sharp and unwavering. His eyes snapped open, locking onto mine as I continued to ride him. The desperation in his gaze was almost too much, but I held firm. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” I reminded him, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Not unless I give you permission.”He nodded again, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back. “Yes, mistress,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “I rocked harder against him, my own orgasm building as I watched him struggle. The sight of him, so desperate and obedient, was almost enough to push me over the edge. But I wanted to hear him beg one more time.“Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, mistress. I need to cum. I can’t—I can’t—“I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I finally gave him the word. “Now, kitten.”He came with a strangled cry, his body jerking beneath mine as he spilled himself inside me. The bell jingled wildly with every thrust, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he rode out his orgasm. I kept moving, drawing out every last shudder, every last whimper until he finally collapsed beneath me, panting and spent.I pulled him into my chest, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he trembled. My fingers played with the collar around his throat, the bell softly chiming with every movement. “Good boy,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “My perfect little kitten.” He looked up at me, his eyes still hazy with pleasure, and whispered, “Please, mistress. Let me… let me do it again.”

“Please,” he begged, his voice hoarse and trembling. The little bell at his throat jingled softly as he shifted on his knees, his hands firmly clasped behind his back. His cock stood rigid, swaying slightly with every shaky breath he took. “Please, _mistress_. Let me cum.”

I tilted my head, my fingers tightening around the collar he wore—the same pink one that had once belonged to my cat. “Oh, _kitten_,” I purred, leaning forward to brush my lips against the shell of his ear. “You know the rules. Not until I say so.”

He whined, low and desperate, his hips twitching as if he couldn’t help himself. The sound of the bell filled the room again, and I couldn’t help but smile. It had started as a joke, something silly and ridiculous. But now? Now it was __everything__.

---

It had been two months since the bet. A stupid, drunken argument about something neither of us could even remember now. He’d been so cocky, so sure he would win. I’d teased him, holding up my cat’s old collar and saying, “If you lose, you’re wearing this.” He’d laughed, that confident grin of his never wavering. _“Yeah sure, whatever you say, mistress,”_ he’d drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

But he’d lost. And I’d shown up at his door the next weekend with the collar in hand. I hadn’t even needed to speak. The moment he saw it, his face had gone slack, his usual bravado melting away. He’d knelt slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, and I’d buckled the collar around his neck myself. The bell had jingled softly as I’d tugged it, and I’d whispered, _“Good boy.”_ That’s when I’d seen it—the way his cock twitched in his pants, the way his breath hitched. He’d tried to laugh it off, but we both knew the truth.

Since then, it had become our thing. Every weekend, he’d kneel for me, naked except for that damn collar. He’d crawl to me the moment I walked in, his eyes wide and eager, the bell chiming with every movement. And I’d let him worship me. I’d let him bury his face between my legs, his tongue working in slow, deliberate circles as I gripped his collar and pulled him closer. He’d moan into me, his hands clasped behind his back, his ass in the air like the __perfect little kitten__ he was.

---

“You’re being so good for me,” I murmured now, my nails scraping lightly against his collar. He shivered at the touch, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps. “But I’m not done with you yet.”

I shifted on the bed, straddling his hips as I guided his cock to my entrance. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and pleading, as I slowly lowered myself onto him. I let out a breathy moan as he filled me, the stretch delicious and perfect. The bell jingled softly as I started to move, my hips rocking against his in a slow, steady rhythm.

He let out a strangled groan, his hands fisting the sheets beneath him. “Please,” he whispered again, his voice breaking. “I can’t—I can’t hold on much longer.”

I leaned forward, my lips brushing against his as I spoke. “You’ll hold on until I tell you,” I said firmly, my voice low and commanding. “You’re my kitten, aren’t you?”

He nodded frantically, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to focus. “Yes, mistress,” he gasped. “Your kitten.”

I smiled, my fingers tightening around his collar as I increased my pace. The sound of the bell filled the room, mingling with our moans and the slick, wet sounds of our bodies moving together. He felt so good inside me, his cock hitting just the right spot with every thrust. I could feel the tension building in my own body, the heat coiling low in my belly.

“Look at me,” I ordered, my voice sharp and unwavering. His eyes snapped open, locking onto mine as I continued to ride him. The desperation in his gaze was almost too much, but I held firm. “You’re not allowed to cum until I say so,” I reminded him, my voice dropping to a whisper. “Not unless I give you permission.”

He nodded again, his jaw clenched as he fought to hold back. “Yes, mistress,” he breathed, his voice trembling. “

I rocked harder against him, my own orgasm building as I watched him struggle. The sight of him, so desperate and obedient, was almost enough to push me over the edge. But I wanted to hear him beg one more time.

“Please,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “Please, mistress. I need to cum. I can’t—I can’t—“

I leaned in, my lips brushing against his ear as I finally gave him the word. “Now, kitten.”

He came with a strangled cry, his body jerking beneath mine as he spilled himself inside me. The bell jingled wildly with every thrust, his hips bucking uncontrollably as he rode out his orgasm. I kept moving, drawing out every last shudder, every last whimper until he finally collapsed beneath me, panting and spent.

I pulled him into my chest, his face burying in the crook of my neck as he trembled. My fingers played with the collar around his throat, the bell softly chiming with every movement. “Good boy,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. “My perfect little kitten.” 

He looked up at me, his eyes still hazy with pleasure, and whispered, “Please, mistress. Let me… let me do it again.”

"He lost a bet and now wears my cat's collar every weekend."
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