How to train your kitty

It was not until late in the evening when Matt was leaving Boston city limits that a naked and tightly bound Catwoman awoke in the belly of his van. Instantly she was assaulted by a deluge of impressions. She felt that she had been stripped and couldn’t move any of her limbs, being tightly hogtied in the confined space. Due to the proximity to the van’s engine it was hot and she could smell gasoline and oil. Her aching jaw also informed her of the ballgag which had been rammed between her teeth.

She was still struggling as Matt stopped his engine and exited the van, but none of the ropes had given in. Without haste the motorcycle was unloaded first and stored until Matt found a use for it – or until Catwoman could be trusted enough to use it again herself. Next, the painting was released from its roll allowing Matt to regard it. While it hadn’t been what he came for, he was glad he took it with him. It would find its place on the bunker wall, serving as a decorative trophy.

At last, he opened the hidden box below the van’s floor and was treated to the first view of his naked **** under proper lighting. Her body was everything it had promised from under her clothes. Slightly tanned skin contrasting with her short raven hair. Not many women could pull off such a hairstyle without looking like a typical Karen, but on her it just looked enticingly animalistic. She was a wildcat he would love to tame.

Grabbing her at the ropes he had tied around her elbows and feet, he lifted her out of the car and onto his shoulder. She screamed and struggled in her bonds as he closed the backdoors and carried her to the **** pens, but only managed to waste her energy.

Down in the basement, cell 3 was waiting for its feline occupant. Luckily, Wonder Woman had retreated back to her cell as she knew that her master would soon return with his newest acquisition and didn’t want her revealed for now.

What awaited Catwoman was the usual table that she was placed on, at least momentarily. Matt would soon change her confinement to something much more fitting for a little kitten. For now however, he left her alone to gather the necessary equipment and allow her to get accustomed to her temporary or permanent home, that last part depended heavily on her cooperation.

Spending some time by checking on his sleeping slaves and fixing himself some food, he returned after about 2 hours. It was now deep in the night, but his captive didn’t think about sleeping. She was still testing her bonds for all its worth, trying to twist out of them with her superhuman flexibility. It was all in vain, the bundled spider silk was sticky and didn’t budge, there was no way out. Not until he wanted her free.

He re-entered the cell from her rear, he had once more stored his captive with her face to the wall, finding that it helped to not even allow them to see the exit. Entering her field of view, those piercing green eyes focussed on him again. It seemed they had lost their first sliver of defiance as she realised the helplessness of her situation.

Without a word, he unbuckled the gag around her head and gripped her short hair. Her squealing was interrupted by the possessive kiss he pressed onto her lips. She tried to turn her face away to stop him but after another short pull on her hair, his tongue entered her moaning mouth. The kiss had no romantic undertone, it was a pure demonstration of power and dominance and an effective one at that. Catwoman was powerless as his tongue overpowered hers and **** her deeper into the kiss.

He released her head and she drew a deep breath before she started twisting in her bonds again. There was no screaming or bargaining. Catwoman seemed to realize that that would have no effect other than display her distress which would in the end only entertain her captor. To her surprise he released the hogtie and started to untie her legs at both her ankles and feet.

This particular freedom was soon ended as he retied each of her struggling ankles to the corresponding thigh, putting her in an effective frogtie. She felt him pull something over her bound legs, some kind of leathery sheath that she couldn’t identify. Soon she found herself distracted as she was reunited with her cowl, now missing the goggles and instead equipped with a blindfold. Matt put it on her, making sure to arrange her wild black hair neatly underneath. A ringgag similar to Gwen’s was pushed between her jaws since she didn’t seem to be keen on talking to him anyway.

At last, she felt him free her arms. However, tired from hours of struggling and with her remaining body restraint, she couldn’t put up much of a fight. Soon her arms were restraint in a similar fashion to her legs and sheaths of the same design were added.

With her restraints complete, Matt picked her up, lifted her off the table and set her down on the ground next to it. Catwoman took the only comfortable position her new bondage would allow and stood on her elbows and knees. She was left alone for a short while as Matt retrieved a few last objects.

When Selena’s blindfold was removed, she was looking into a mirror and she didn’t like what she saw. He had turned her into some kind of human fetish cat. She was fuming, standing on all fours with her own cowl on her head, the resemblance was uncanny. She shook herself and mewled into her gag

Matt knelt next to her and petted her back, while he talked down to the proud villain. “You see kitty, from now on you are my property, my ****” he started. “You will stay in this animalistic position until you have accepted your rightful place and are ready to move on. For now, I think you look purrrfect!”

He turned her head to a blanket on the floor and wished her a good night as he left, taking the mirror with him. Catwoman would continue struggling through the night but ultimately, she fell asleep on her blanket without achieving anything meaningful.