Ownership

 

Wandering through the convention hall, you do your best to avoid the crowds of sweaty costumed con goers, keeping your bags in front of you as much as possible. Helping out with your friend's booth for a day for a free weekend ticket seemed like a no brainer, but actually trying to get everything set up has been a nightmare so far. The staff lost his pass, then there wasn't a section dedicated to his booth, and figuring everything out has just been one headache after another. But after two hours of back and forth arguing, you're finally on your way with the merchandise in tow. 

Arranging all your friend's merch on the table, you see people start to trickle into the artist's alley and wander around the booths, some in cosplay, some not. You do your best to interest people in the illustrations and keychains, but most just browse and move on. At least the costumes are fun to look at, otherwise there's not much to do. Time drags on slowly as you flip through your phone, and you notice people finally starting to clear out after eight hours. Standing up with a big stretch, you pack everything up and make your way back up to the hotel room, dragging the bags behind you. 

After a short elevator ride, you stop on your floor and swipe into your room, shoving past the various empty suitcases piled up near the door. Dropping the merch to the side, you notice a girl sitting on one of the beds in the room, her legs hanging off the side.

"Hey, uh, you one of Marty's friends?" you ask, pulling off your jacket. 

"No, Alyssa's. We're just changing here before we get some food. You want to come with us?" she replies, smiling at you. Her head cocks to the side as she looks you over, and her highlighted hair falls across her face. You notice her two cat ears atop her head don't fall off, and twin cat tails rest on the bed behind her.

"Sure, I haven't eaten all day. Been stuck at the booth." 

"Oh no! You must be starving! Come here, I have something for you." 

Sitting beside her, you watch her take out a small box of Pocky and open it, pulling out a single cookie. 

"Ever played the Pocky game?" she asks, smiling innocently. You shake your head silently, and her smile grows bigger.

"It's easy, just try to eat as much of the Pocky as you can without using your hands, only your mouth."

"Er, alright..." you agree, unsure what she means. You try to lean forward to her hand, but she stops you with a giggle and a push on your forehead.

"Not yet, silly. Like this." she smirks, placing the cookie end between her lips and leaning in. Slowly realizing what she's getting at, you move in and take a small bite off the chocolate end, nibbling your way closer nervously. You try to get as much as possible without touching her lips, but as soon as you get to the end, she grabs you by the face and sits up with her face over yours.

"Say 'aaaah'..." she whispers, dropping the last bit of cookie into your mouth. With her fingers pulling your jaw open, and compelled to obey, you part your lips for her.

"Good boy..." she laughs softly, before spitting directly into your open mouth. You're frozen in place as she drools onto your tongue, coating the bits of cookie and sliding down the back of your throat. After a few more deposits of saliva, she pushes your mouth closed and smiles happily down at you.

"Now swallow. Swallow for me..." she hisses, rubbing your cheek softly. Entranced and staring into her eyes, you swallow the mixture of cookie and spit, earning a soft kiss on the lips for your obedience. You can feel a strange heat flush throughout your body as her fingers curl around the collar of your shirt, pulling you into her kiss. Her lips leave yours after a short while, tracing across your cheek and down your neck.

"You're such a good boy... So obedient.." you hear her whisper as she nibbles on your collarbone, pushing you flat on your back and crawling on top of you. You try to raise your arms, unsure if you need to push her off or embrace her, but you're pinned gently to the mattress instead.

"Just keep still, cutie. You can do that for me, right? Just lie still and let me take care of you..." 

With your heart pounding in your chest, you let the girl kiss and lick all across your exposed skin, shifting uncomfortably when your pants begin to run out of room. 

A sudden noise from the bathroom sends Kitty scrambling off of you, but you're still too dazed to move.

"Kitty, you ready to go?" you hear someone call from the other room.

"Yeah! Do you mind if we bring one more?" Kitty replies from beside you, fingers tracing across your chest.

"Sure, why not."

"Hear that? You're coming with me. Aren't you excited?" Kitty murmurs, leaning down to kiss you one more time. 

The next ten minutes are a haze, and you find yourself in a restaurant booth with Alyssa across from you, and Kitty beside you. They talk to each other excitedly as you finally come back to your senses, shaking your head and taking a drink from the glass of water in front of you.

"Uh oh, that was Kitty's!" Alyssa teases, flicking a piece of straw paper at you, "It's like you're making out now."

You choke a bit mid swallow, and cough into your arm, the two girls laughing at your embarrassment.

"Relax, I'm just fucking with you. Man, you got really red." she chuckles, sitting back. 

"Yeah, there's lots of better ways to swap spit, after all." Kitty giggles, her hand sneaking under the table to rub the inside of your thigh. 

"No, I would never- I mean, I, uh..." you stammer uselessly, feeling Kitty's fingers brush against the outline of your dick through your pants. Unable to properly form any words, you rest your head on your arms, looking down at the table.

"He hasn't eaten all day, poor thing. Working in the artist's alley must be hell." Kitty coos, rubbing your back softly.

"Yeah, it's not like you can just leave the table alone. I used to do that, but got tired of spending all my time just working. Having a lot more fun just running around and getting drunk." Alyssa comments, flipping through the menu. 

The three of you end up getting a plate of nachos for the table, your hunger outweighing your awkwardness. You stay mostly silent as you eat, listening instead to the two girls banter with each other about various con activities and wondering if they're both staying in your room. As the nacho plate starts to empty, you see Kitty lean over and whisper something to her friend, both of them glancing over at you and giggling. You can't be sure, but you're guessing they're talking about you, and nothing good.

"Alright, well, I have some friends to meet so you two have fun now!" Alyssa announces, leaving some money on the table before shuffling out of the booth. She gives you a wink before walking off, Kitty sliding closer and pinning you to the inside of the booth.

"So, you ready to head back to the room?" Kitty murmurs, pawing at your chest.

"Won't people be coming back to it?" you stammer, trying to think of an excuse to escape. 

"Oh, relax! Everyone's busy partying, they won't be back until at least two in the morning. Why are you playing so hard to get?" she replies, leaning in to nip at your neck.

"I don't know, I've never, uh, you know..." 

You try to flatten yourself into the wall of the booth as Kitty claws at your shirt, her eyes fixated hungrily on you. Her ankle hooks around yours to pull your legs apart, and she knocks over a mostly empty glass of water onto your lap with a smirk.

"Oops... I guess we'll have to get you cleaned up." she giggles, patting your crotch with a napkin and rubbing slowly. Her fingers find the bulge in your pants and squeeze lightly, running along the length and causing you to inhale sharply. 

"You ready to head back now?" she asks, blowing in your ear softly. You finally give in and nod silently, Kitty hooking her arm through yours and pulling you out of the booth. Hunched over, you do your best to hide your erection as you walk back to the room, Kitty skipping happily beside you. 

The two of you finally make it back to the hotel room, Kitty pulling you inside almost immediately after the door unlocks. Gripping you by the shirt, she throws you onto the far bed with surprising strength, your head landing on a pillow. 

"Take off your shirt." Kitty commands, standing at the foot of the bed and staring you down. Your mouth goes dry as you obey and pull your shirt over your head, covering yourself awkwardly.

"Don't be shy, we're going to get to know each other much, much, better..." Kitty purrs, digging through a bag and pulling out a few lengths of rope, "Now, be a good boy for me and give me your hand."

Moving to the side of the bed, Kitty takes you by the wrist and loops the rope around it, securing it to the bed post. She does the same for the other wrist and both ankles, leaving you spread eagle on the mattress. Your restraints have a little give, but not enough for you to move out of place, and you shiver when Kitty touches your bare skin.

"You look so nice, all tied up like that..." Kitty smiles, kneeling between your legs and undoing your pants. Tugging them down to your thighs with your boxers, she exposes your hard on, leaning in to inspect it.

"There it is, looks so nice..." she sighs happily, brushing her cheek against the length and inhaling deeply, "But we can't get too carried away. No dessert before dinner, after all."

Crawling up your body, Kitty lies down beside you and traces a finger down the center of your chest, giggling when you squirm at her touch. All you can do is watch as she lets her nail drag across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in her wake. Pulling her hand away, Kitty reaches for something beside the bed and retrieves two small bottles of alcohol, pulling the tops off and downing one before emptying the second on your chest.

"Oh no, I've made a mess again! Don't worry, I'll get you all nice and clean..." she feigns concern, leaning down and planting a kiss on your collarbone. You can feel Kitty's tongue lap at your skin carefully, her lips trailing softly in small circles across your chest. The room sits silent except for Kitty's kisses, and she takes great care to make sure every inch of your torso is licked clean. Letting her tongue linger above your bellybutton, she makes her way back up and kneads your chest with her hands.

"Don't get too excited, we're just cleaning you up, remember?" Kitty whispers, lying down on you and kissing up the side of your neck. Her hands remain on your chest, rubbing and squeezing playfully, and you can feel her push your head to the side with her own before sinking her sharp teeth into your exposed neck. 

Letting out a sharp gasp, you pull at the rope restraints, but you can only pull uselessly as she bites you, nails sinking into your skin. You can feel her sucking at your neck, and when she eventually pulls off, it remains a bit sore. Kissing back down your body, she drags her nails down your sides, sending your back arching off the bed and forcing a soft moan from you. 

"You like that, huh?" Kitty giggles, hooking her fingers in the waistband of your pants and pulling them down further. You gasp out a reply, then keep still as possible as she drags her tongue along your waistline. She gives the same soft kisses all over your waist, but avoiding your cock altogether, touching it only with two fingers to move it out of the way occasionally. 

Kitty's mouth travels further down with quiet licks, running across your inner thigh until her nose bumps against your balls, lips landing gently on one and pulling it into her mouth with her tongue. You can feel her sucking lightly on it, letting it pop out and moving to the other, her hands roaming across your sides. After lathering each ball thoroughly, she kisses gently up the bottom of your length, letting her tongue lap under the head. 

"You're such a good boy, so nice and hard for me..." Kitty whispers, kissing slowly all over the tip, "You're going to be my good boy and stay like this, right? No finishing early..."

You do your best to keep still and relax, your cock twitching every few seconds as blood rushes ever faster to it as Kitty worships it with her tongue. Soft licks cover the head, making your heart race faster and your breathing grow heavier, your wrists pulling occasionally at the ropes restraining you. She continues her work along your shaft, giving slow kisses over every inch but never taking you properly into her mouth. Her mouth feels good, but you're kept on the edge of pleasure and discomfort, unable to bring yourself over the edge. 

"Please..." you gasp, legs quivering. 

"Please, what?" Kitty giggles, stroking you gently and licking up the small river of pre escaping from the head. Her tongue swirls around it to catch every bit, but you can't seem to stop leaking the stuff. Pulling her mouth away with a soft kiss, Kitty circles the tip of her finger over the head of your cock, spreading precum all across your skin. 

"Please let me cum!" you beg, writhing on the mattress and twisting the sheets beneath you. The bindings around your wrists seem to constrict further as you fight them, and you're left trembling helplessly as Kitty plays with you. 

"Do you really want to cum?" Kitty teases, kissing down your length and squeezing your balls lightly, "Really really?"

"I'll do anything!" you beg, teetering on the edge of orgasm. 

"Hmm... Hard to turn down that kind of devotion." she smiles, licking the base of your cock slowly, "Alright, I'll let you cum. But as soon as you spurt, you're mine."

"Whatever you want! Just let me finish!" you cry out, desperate for release.

Giving you one soft kiss on the tip, Kitty digs through the pockets of your pants and pulls out your wallet. You can only watch while restrained as she flips through the sections, peering into every pocket before finding the condom you keep inside it.

"Here we go, now we just open it up..." Kitty murmurs to herself, unwrapping the latex sheathe and placing it on the head of your twitching cock. Wrapping two fingers around you, she rolls the condom down until you're completely covered, giving you a few strokes. 

You can't believe she's going this far after just meeting you, but you suppose you can't complain. Con sex really wasn't on your list of things to expect, but you're glad you grabbed the condom anyway. Unfortunately, Kitty doesn't seem to have any plans of taking off her own shorts, her hands continuing to work your covered shaft.

"Aren't you going to, um, take your clothes off?" you ask, watching her stroke you.

"Of course not, silly. You're going to cum for me, aren't you? Can't have you making a mess..." Kitty replies, lying down next to you, "So, cum for me. Squirt your white goo. Let it all out..."

Kitty's voice hushes quieter as her fingers rub and squeeze you, and it's not long until you feel your balls start to jump. Pushing your hips up, you try to stave off the inevitable, but Kitty's hand grips you tighter as she strokes your latex enveloped cock and you immediately spew into the barrier, filling up the empty tip and then some.

"Good boy, letting out such a big load for me..." Kitty purrs, releasing your spasming cock and dragging her fingernails up the inside of your thigh. You groan quietly as Kitty watches your failed orgasm, her hand rubbing and squeezing your balls while you leak pathetically into the condom.

"You did such a good job, we're going to have so much fun together!" Kitty whispers, kissing down your neck and wiggling your persistent erection, "You want some more, huh?"

"Wait, no-" you gasp, still sensitive from the first round. Unfortunately, you can't stop her hands from finding their way back to your dick, and your vision goes dark as she swings her leg over your head to sit square on your face. Her slit mashes against your nose and lips through the body stocking, and you can smell the combination of her perfume and juices when she grinds slowly. 

Even if you can't see what she's doing, you can definitely feel her grip tightening around your cock, stroking you vigorously to milk out another load. Strange shocks of pain and pleasure wrack your body as she works your length, but your distressed moans remain muffled by her backside. Spurt after spurt of cum lands on the inside of the condom, but you can't tell if you like it or not, your hips bucking uncontrollably. Finally, no more seed spills from your cock and Kitty releases you, running one finger down your shrinking cock.

"Gooood booyy..." she purrs, sliding off your body as you struggle to catch your breath, "That was a whole lot for me."

Kneeling between your legs, Kitty gently pulls the dirty condom off your soft cock, wiping you clean with a soft towel and smiling up at you.

"This is only the beginning, cutie. I'm going to show you so many new things." Kitty smiles innocently, giving a soft kiss on your stomach, "Starting with this."

You feel her hands on you once more before you hear a click, and when she sits up you see a strange silver covering on your waist.

"You're mine, now. So whenever you want to have some fun, you're going to have to find me. Maybe I'll even let you, who knows?" Kitty taps her fingernail on the cage, waving the key briefly before slipping it into her pocket, "Now, tell me who's my good boy and open up for me..."

"I-I am..." you whisper, letting your lips fall open as she moves her face over yours, a string of saliva hanging from her tongue...