Page 13 of Collin: Episodes 7-9
Mr. Reevesworth stepped into the shower. “Be good and wait, kitten. I’ll wash you in a moment.”
Collin closed his eyes. He could do this. He really could. Embarrassment and humiliation rolled through him. If his former classmates could see him now or Andy or…
No. They didn’t get to see him like this. He could do this. But…not on his own. Not while he was trying to still think like “college Collin” or “office Collin”.
Mr. Reevesworth’s hand stroked his shoulder and down his ribs to Collin’s ass. He grabbed a handful of Collin’s rear again. “Damian is going to lose it when he sees you in kitten ears and a tail.”
Collin ducked his head and pressed against Mr. Reevesworth’s leg, shaking his head.
“Are you embarrassed, Collin?” Mr. Reevesworth’s voice was different. Just a bit out of character.
Collin dared a glance upward.
Mr. Reevesworth tapped Collin’s lips with one finger. “Check in, boy, what’s bothering you?”
“I’m embarrassed, sir. I keep thinking about what if other people saw me.”
“Hmm.” Mr. Reevesworth reached for body wash and crouched down on one knee beside Collin. He rubbed soap on a bath sponge and started rubbing Collin’s back and thighs. “Well, there are two ways you can think about this. You can embrace the humiliation and be a human being forced to act like a cat and be treated like a cat for the rest of the day, in which case, you will have more than your fill of being made to feel less than, even while being cared for, which is a release of its own kind. I’m happy to gently help you through the humiliation. Or, you have another option.”
Collin blinked water out of his eyes and stared up at his master. “Another option, sir?”
“If you are a kitten, then there’s no humiliation. You’re just a little sex kitten boy enjoying his family for the day. Everyone else wants the sexy kitten to be here. Everyone is going to enjoy the kitten. But can you let go and be the kitten?”
Collin dropped his head. He hadn’t thought of that.
“You give us a gift of your submission through submitting to the embarrassment, through crawling, through handing us power over you, through your vulnerability. It’s beautiful. It feeds the desire for power and control.”
Mr. Reevesworth kissed the top of Collin’s wet head and reached under him to rub his chest and stomach with the sponge. It was messing with Collin’s mind. He was being both submissive and serving while being handled and cared for.
“Or, you can give us a similar but different gift. You can give us the experience of having power and control over you while you embrace not carrying the weight of responsibility and self-consciousness. Enjoy the rules being different. You can play and enjoy the lack of tasks and expectations. You can just be kitten. And kittens aren’t ashamed of their private parts being on display.” Mr. Reevesworth slipped his hand, full of soap, around Collin’s cock and balls, washing them with casual efficiency. “You’re a kitten. Cock and balls are naturally on display.” He ran his hand up to Collin’s hole and rubbed Collin’s opening with the same firmness he had washed any other part of Collin. “And not just any kitten but a sex kitten. A whimpering, needy, affectionate mess—where a sex kitten is concerned—is to be assumed.”
He turned on the detached hose from the wall and directed it around Collin, rinsing him off the way one would rinse a dog.
“We want you, just like this, Collin. Is it embarrassing if you’re a gift? Every part of you?”
“It’s just hard to believe, sir. And maybe, it’s a little, um…hard to handle being the focus of being wanted, for sex, for anything. I don’t feel like I’m hot. I don’t look in the mirror and think oh, I want to fuck that.”
“You don’t look at anything and think you want to fuck that, pretty boy.” Mr. Reevesworth chuckled. “You don’t even look at me like that.”
Collin sputtered. “But I do…I mean, you’re hot, like really hot, sir!”
“You think I’m hot, yes. But you never let go of yourself and your self-control to just go after me or anything unless it’s a duty.”
That hit home. Collin shied away from letting Mr. Reevesworth see his face. Was he denying Mr. Reevesworth something by being so controlled?
But Mr. Reevesworth went on talking. “In my eyes, you are more than merely attractive. You are the locus of my fantasies. I’m not judging you for giving into lust, or play, or comfort. I want to see you smile. I want to see you flushed with pleasure or laughing with amusement. I want you to surrender to the experience, not merely suffer it, unless suffering is the experience I have designed. And today is not about suffering. Today is about being cared for, about rest.”
“And edging.” Collin reminded him, pulling a face.
“You take edging remarkably well.”
Collin ducked his head. “Is there something wrong with me that I haven’t complained about not coming yet and don’t want to?”
“No. I do think you’ve probably repressed your urges yourself, long before we met. Someday you may be less sanguine about denial as we teach you to enjoy things, but I suspect you receive pleasure through your partners to a greater extent than perhaps some. Which I’m going to capitalize on until I find your limits.”
Collin shivered and pushed up against Mr. Reevesworth’s side. “You’re scary, sir.”
“Which is why you’re trying to hide in my armpit, kitten?”
