A Kitten Always Pays Her Debts

About a week ago I bargained with Daddy for the most wonderful gift a Kitten could have during this horrible pandemic quarantine time.
Web Cam Sex. 
Obviously. 

It was WORTH IT
.....but I did promise that in exchange I would give Daddy a steamy story about our favorite subject.
Sex.
Of course. 

Anyway- This Kitten usually pays her debts. 

When its for Daddy. 

And he's threatening her.

Or if she knows when she doesn't he will get sad. 

There's a lot of conditions. Whatever. I'm not perfect. 

Not like Daddy who is perfectly perfect in every way.

 *kitten swoon* 

Steam Room

Sophie took a deep breath and wrapped her coat around herself tightly before exiting her car and heading quickly into the spa. It was late. She had a bad habit of losing track of time at work. It was almost midnight as she stepped inside. 

She felt her shoulders relax a little as the warm soothing air of the bath house wrapped over her body. She could smell the faint waft of lavender and other essential oils in the air. 

She walked up to the counter and purchased her admission. 

This was her monthly treat after a job well done. Pricey, yes, but for a single admission Sophie could stay here all night if she wanted. They had a wonderful selection of rooms to enjoy and leather recliners in various lobbies, hot tubs and steam rooms and even a cafeteria. 

Her secret hiding place.

The gentleman behind the counter was attractive. That was unusual for this time of night. This late it was most oftenaoften stocky cleaning woman doubling as a front desk attendant. This man had jeans on and a black polo shirt. He was almost too professional. 

He had dark black hair and just the right amount of stubble in his jet black beard. 
He looked her up and down over the rim of his dark glasses. 

She felt herself blush a little. 
Her late night attire was not exactly the kind of look she wanted to be judged for. 
She wore bright purple scrubs from work and had changed to big fluffy slippers before getting into her car. Her blonde hair was tangled from a days work and thrown up into a messy bun. 

Don't look at me. Don't look at me. Don't look at me.  

She tried to calm the voice in her head.
She reminded herself that she would be naked in the hot tub in a matter of minutes. 

She was so overwhelmed by his stare that she didnt notice that the bracelet with the key to her locker was not the usual red and white standard issue.
Something was different. 

She quickly stuffed it in her pocket and headed down the hall. 

She felt instantly better when she was alone again. 
It didn't take her long to slip out of the work clothes and wrap a towel around herself. 

She washed her body quickly in the showers and then made her way over to the hot tubs. 
This area of the spa was not coed and there were never any other females here this late. 
Three hot tubs of various temperatures bubbled and frothed before her. 
Empty. 

She planned to spend the next hour soaking to an absolute prune, going from one hot tub to another. 
She made her way into the first tub and blushed again as the hot water crawled its way up her legs and between her thighs. The silky smooth water washing over every inch of her lower body, moving deep inside her cunt and heating her from the inside. 

She laid back against the marble and took a few deep calming breaths. 

Her small breasts rose up and down slightly and her nipples grew harder now, exposed to the cold air. She liked the feeling very much and didn't race to move her body deeper into the water. 

Alone, she let her hand wander over her neck and down her collar. She was almost absent minded as she lightly flicked and twisted her nipples between her fingers. Her body temperature rose and a thin layer of sweat began to form on her skin. 

She decided it was time to move to the next tub which would be a bit cooler. 
The key bracelet, which she had been lazily flopping from hand to hand almost fell into the water as she climbed the stairs out of the tub. She caught it while muttering a few curses. 
Then she slipped it onto her wrist. 

She stood, frozen. 

Her entire body flushed and she felt something wet and warm gushing between her legs. She bit her lip to keep from moaning and grabbed the rail tightly. 

What's going on? Why? 

She had never had a spontaneous orgasm before. Sure, she'd been fooling around a bit before but the way this overcame her. She'd never experienced anything like it. 

Suddenly and all at once she felt an overwhelming ache between her legs. She wasn't sure what to do. Stunned and a little scared she looked around the room. 

The Showers. 

She made her way over to the wall lined with silver shower handles. Cold water would calm her down. Clearly she must have been in the hot water for too long. 

She turned the shower on and moved the temperature to the coldest setting. 
But it didn't feel any different to her. 

She waited, expecting it to change soon. 

While she waited she couldn't help herself. She reached a hand down between her legs and slipped two fingers inside herself. She felt instantly better. She rocked herself into them and slowly built up a rhythm. 

The water ran down and into her hair and her bun started to come undone. She didn't notice. 

She couldn't think about anything but the rising pleasure.
She needed it.
She was desperate for it.  

As her hair finally tumbled down wet over her shoulders she grabbed the shower handle out of its cradle and thrust it between her legs. With the water on her clit and her fingers inside herself she came again, harder this time.
She didn't stop the moan from escaping her lips.
She let it out loud. Almost pleading with herself. 

But as soon as she had cum the ache was back, this time somehow stronger. 

Terrified she looked around the room. 
She was soaking wet and sure of just one thing. 

She need to put something inside her. 

Something big. 

At that moment she thought of the man from the check in desk. 

Before she knew what she was doing she was walking out of the locker room. 

Naked she made her way back towards the entrance.
In the hall she came upon the usual stocky cleaning woman, who knew her well.
She was restocking towels. 

What am I doing? This is nuts. 

She wanted to turn back around, that would be the sane thing for a person to do. 
Instead she heard herself. 

"Excuse me, but did you see a man here earlier?" 

The woman looked up at Sophia. 

"There is no one else here Ma'am, except you and one other guest in the steam room." 
She handed Sophie a towel. 
"You're dripping." 

"Thank you."
Sophie took the towel and wrapped it around herself. 

She walked away from the woman before the lady could ask her if she was okay. She could feel the question rising in the air and she didn't know how she would even answer her. 

She made her way straight for the steam room. 
In her mind she was worried. If the man was not a worker than what...why..

Maybe he was a worker and a guest?
Something felt very wrong. 

Her feet moved her forward to the steam room and her hands pulled the door open. 

Steam rushed out, but the room was still full. 
She could barely see a foot in front of herself.
She stood still for a few moments. 
Then a voice came. Soft but firm. 

"I almost thought you weren't coming." 

What is happening to me..

She didn't know what to say. So she said nothing. She did nothing. She stood frozen in the middle of the room. Then she felt a hand on the back of her neck. 

He had hold of her. 

He did nothing. 

He simply held her there under his control. 

Then she felt his breath at her ear. 

"You feel that don't you? That yearning between your thighs. Does it hurt? Were you trying to make it stop? I bet that's what took you so long."

Is he making this happen? Should I run? 

She wanted to run. She knew she should run. Choosing to stay in this room it would mean...it was surely going to mean...

...and she didn't even know this man. 

But then it came again. A wave of longing and soft burning that started between her legs and went all the way up her spine. She felt it in her breasts, which were heaving. She felt it at the back of her neck where his hand had his grip in her hair. 

She was on fire. 

"How are you doing this to me?" 
She moaned these words out slowly. 

"It isn't for you to know how i'm doing it. 

Focus on the reality of this situation.
I am the only person who can set you free. 
You are mine.
And if you want release from this feeling, you will do everything I say."

He tightened his grip around her and she felt his arm come around the front of her body. He pulled at her towel until it fell to the ground. 
His hardness pushed into her back and as he moved closer she felt his cock spreading the cheeks of her ass apart. 

She wanted to tell him to stop.
She wanted to scream for the woman with the towels. 
She wanted to kick him and run. 


But more than those things. 

She wanted to cum.  
She needed to cum. 

His other hand was rubbing and squeezing at her breasts and pulling at her hard nipples. 
The feeling was washing over her in waves. Pleasure that failed to build. Failed to peak. 

"You're an animal. Nothing more. 
Get on your knees for me." 

She didn't even think twice about it. She was on her knees before he had finished his thought. 
As he moved around to stand in front of her she took him in with her eyes. 
He was attractive naked. 
She felt sick for admitting how much attraction she felt for this stranger. 

His hardness was standing erect at her face.
Smooth white cock and skin met at a patch of black hair between his legs. 

"Suck this dick. Show me how hungry you are."

She hadn't pleasured a man with her mouth in so long. 
Would she even know how to do this? 

Her hesitation did not show in her action. Only deep in her mind were these thoughts and nervous emotions. 
Outwardly she opened her mouth and moved closer to him. 

She looked up to his face and their eyes met. 
Then she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. 

It felt so strange to her to have a man in her mouth like this. She hadn't been with anyone for so long, consumed by her work it was something she had put away. She'd stopped thinking about it. Stopped wanting it. 

Now it was all she wanted. 

She sucked the head of him tenderly. 
Soon she wasn't sure where his dick stopped and her mouth started. She felt his pleasure. Each time she sucked harder and went deeper he would moan. 
Each moan sent a wave of pleasure through her body. 

She was sure that she was giving the best blow job of her life. Because she could feel everything. 

The steam was burning her eyes. His cock was gagging her throat. But she didn't care. 
The pleasure was growing stronger. 

His cock was pulsing harder into her mouth. 

She wanted to cum. She wanted him to cum. This stranger who had somehow bewitched her mind. 

She started to use her hands. 
Sucking and rubbing and lightly caressing at his testicles. 

Soon they were both peaking. 
She was about to cum. Her body felt as though it was on a rollar coaster, reaching the top of it's largest incline about to plunge sharply. 

And then he pulled away.


Like a true animal Sophie let out a sound from a place deep inside her. 

It was a sound she'd never made before. 
If she had all her wits about her she may have compared it to something close to the noises her patients made during detox. 

"Shhh my little sex slave.
I know what you want.
Be Patient.
Daddy will give it to you.
When he's ready." 

She thought to claw at him.
To try to force him down so she could ride him. 
Instead tears welled up in both her eyes. 

"Please." Was all she could muster. 

He was standing there stroking his cock and looking at her. He was drinking her in as she knelt on the floor of the steam room sobbing like a child. 

"Hands and Knees."  He commanded. 

She dropped her upper body onto the marble floor.
The steamy air cooled the flesh of her exposed ass. 

He made his way behind her and came to stand with his hardness resting on the plump roundness of her behind. 

Oh god. He is going to fuck me in the ass. Oh god. 

Even her thoughts were muddled with an equal amount of dread and longing. 

He anchored both hands on her hips and forced her to lift herself higher in the air. Then she felt a hand leave her body only to come down between her legs. Spreading the lips of her pussy apart. He used his fingers to coax her wetness out from her and into his hand. 

This he spread over his cock.
She could hear him stroking himself with her juices. 

Then she felt a slimy substance sinking into her anus. She realized he had spit on her. 
She wanted to feel disgusted at this but before she could process the emotion he took her. 

Deep in her ass he went.
He was sinking down into the floor, pushing himself into her asshole, filling it up. 

Each thrust made her clitoris burn more and ache harder. 

She reached a hand between her legs, but he pulled it away. 

"All your holes are mine. Mine alone."  He grunted the  words out between thrusts. 

She would have been angry or appalled or upset or something but he reached his own hand around to rub her clit and instead all she felt was pleasure. 

Pleasure that grew very quickly as he began to fuck her ass fast and hard. One hand at her clit and the other on her shoulder. She pushed back into him meeting his thrusts. 

She didn't even realize her moans had turned to wails and howls as they both finally came together. 
He unloaded into her and she unloaded down her thighs and onto the floor. 

She let her body fall against the tile. 
He sat on the marble step for a few minutes. 

They were both quiet. 

But the aching was loud.
It screamed inside her body.
Her breasts and her clit and her ass and her mouth. 
All seemed to scream for more. 

I am going to die here. 

Tears ran down her face. 
Then his hands were on her again. 

This time pulling off the bracelet. 
The bracelet. 

Oh my god. The bracelet. 

As soon as he removed it she felt herself returning. 
A fog was lifting from her mind. 

She sat up on the floor.

Before she had fully collected herself enough to stand up and confront him, he was already gone. 
Gone with the steam in the room. 

She could clearly see all the marble steps and walls. 
She was alone.