My First Surrender as the Sick Little Kitten at Camp

The kitchen lights buzzed low after the meeting. Coffee steam curled up, bitter on my tongue. Heart hammering. Julien stormed in, eyes locked on me. That smirk. I’d humiliated him earlier, mocking his cat act. Now? Payback time.

‘You acted like a bitch in heat,’ he spat. My cheeks burned. Defiance cracked. ‘Your nipples gave you away.’ Fuck. They were hard again, traitors under my loose tee. No bra. Never needed one at 27, flat as a board. But his stare made them ache.

The Approach: Tension Builds in the Kitchen

He circled behind. Hand in my hair. ‘Poor little sick kitty.’ Voice low, mocking. My breath hitched. Neck tingled under his fingers. They slid down, collarbone, then inside my shirt. Fingertip grazed my nipple. Electric jolt. Pussy clenched. ‘Poor little sick kitty.’ Groan escaped me. Weak.

Chair spun. Face to face. He yanked my tee off. Exposed. Small tits out, nipples peaked. Vulnerable. Waiting. Say it again. Humiliate me fully. But he paused. ‘Claire…’ Soft. Then, ‘Goodnight.’ Doorward.

No. Panic surged. Desire won. ‘MIIIAAOUUUU!’ On all fours. Crawling. Rubbing my face on his cargo pants. Cheeks to thighs. Tits pressing denim. Pheromones marking him. Miaowing soft, needy. His hand on my head. Pressing me to his crotch bulge. Victory for him. ‘Poor little sick kitty. Come get cured.’

The Instant: Raw Discovery in the Infirmary

Wrist grabbed. Pulled to infirmary. Torso bare, jeans tight. Sneaking through camp shadows. Thrill of getting caught. Half-wanting it. Feline grace on all fours ahead. Door shut. Pushed onto bed. Ass up, submissive arch. He gripped hair, face to pants. Claws—fingers—tugged waistband. Old blue briefs. Recoil at musk. But ‘Lick.’ Tongue obeyed. Through fabric. Balls to tip. Wet trail. Gland peeked. Teased it. Dove lower, under balls. Choked on scent. Sour. Pressed harder.

Slip soaked. Swallowed the head. Pulled briefs down. Cock free. Sucked greedy. On knees—no, all fours. Bobbing. Saliva dripping. His groans. Thrusts shallow. Pre-cum salty. Heart raced. First time like this. Owned. Submissive slut for this gel-haired kid.

Door creaked. Sophie. Pansement bitch. Eyes wide. My mouth flooded. Hot spurts. Gulp some. Rest on face, hair. Sticky mess. Julien zipped up fast. I scrambled. Dignity gone. Tits swinging. Sophie dangled my tee. ‘Forgot this.’ Smug.

Grabbed it. Wiped cum. Fled bare-chested. Mickaël gawked. Slammed room door. Curled up, soiled shirt clutched. Innocence shattered? No. Authority gone. But that rush. First taste of surrender. Raw need. Kitty awakened. What now? Blackmail? Spread rumors? Slept buzzing. Hooked.