Chapter 22

Tw: Edging, humiliation, reference to being hospitalized for mental health issues

Weiss ate and tried to focus. She strived to think about how to get out- how to break whatever Mistress had done to her frazzled mind. She tried and tried, but every time she tried to think of herself as anything other than Blake's Kitten, it made her sex throb with need. Whatever it was, that b- bi- bit- Mistress… "Haa~" Weiss cried out. Fuck! Just thinking of her as a bitch was enough to trigger the reaction in Weiss. Infuriating… but it felt so good- and it felt even better when she gave in; when she forfeited the fight and thought about her Owner as Mistress. So… so good.

Weiss moaned and spread her legs. It was too much. Thinking was worthless, cumming was just so good; submitting was just too good. Weiss laid down on her bed, propping herself up with her knees as her paws slipped down to play with her drenched slit. She knew she shouldn't. She knew what it would do to her. She didn't want her body changed anymore! But her paw on her pussy felt so good. All she needed was more, deeper! With desperation, Weiss rushed around the bed to find her new toy. So big, thick, long… it could fill her so well. When she found it, she had some trouble balancing it between her paws, but eventually, she lined it up with her entrance. She cried out, some animal part of her mind rejoicing in being filled. Her tongue lulled out of her mouth as she panted. The only way it could be better would be if Blake were there; if only Owner could care for her, ease her through… maybe even tease her a little. It could be so fantastic!

The toy leaking into her had Weiss lost in her pleasure. So good, especially when paired with her growing tits- No! No! Weiss screamed! She screamed and she panted and forced herself off of the beautiful toy. "No…" She whimpered so weakly and collapsed on the bed. Her body wanted nothing more than to cum, hell! She wanted nothing more to cum! But… she couldn't. Her body had already been changed enough. Her… aching… desperate… slutty body… Fuck! She wanted to give in!

Weiss whined her frustration into the bed as her teased pussy leaked her wetness.

"Hey Kitten." Blake greeted. "That was quite the show."

"Don't wanna cum…" Weiss whined. "Don't wanna get changed more…"

"Aww, poor Kitten. Are you even sure if you know what you want?" Blake walked up to the Kitten just to lean in for a closer look at Weiss's pussy. "This certainly looks like it needs to cum." She gathered just a little of Weiss's wetness on her fingers before teasing two at Weiss's entrance.

"Haannn~" Weiss cried out. She buried her face into the bedding before she could make any other embarrassing noises.

"Poor Kitten. Did your toy slip out? You sure you don't want me to help you put it back in?"

"N- noo!" Weiss yelped.

"Aww, well… we will need to use it for some of your training… but maybe if you're good, we will only make you deep throat it today? That sound good?" There was no right for it to sound so good. Weiss wanted to feel the toy forced down her throat, to have Mistress pet her head and ram it in her mouth.

Weiss just whined.

"Aww… I'm sorry you're having such a rough day. But, remember, day after tomorrow you get your chance to be good and help us out again. The White Fang would really appreciate having your help."

"And you'll undo this damn growing thing!" Weiss let out a defeated little whimper.

"I promise." Blake assured.

The faunus's promises had always seemed to be genuine, something Blake followed through on, so her words actually were mildly assuring for the stressed Kitten. Assured or no, Weiss curled up in on herself. She felt more comfortable like that; safer.

"Kitten?" Blake's taunting tone turned tender. With her dry hand, she reached out and caressed down Weiss's back. She was careful to avoid the sensitive spot and startle Weiss too much.

"What?" Weiss huffed.

"What's wrong?"

"You're going to make me cum again." Weiss pouted like it was something she didn't crave to her very bones.

"Who said that?" Blake's fingers scratched gently at Weiss's back.

"You said you were coming back for training?"

"Would it make you feel better if I let you choose whether or not you want to cum?" Blake offered.

"So what? You've done so much to me that I'll be begging to cum after just a couple minutes."

"You are such an adorable Kitten when you're being honest with yourself."

"Shut up Mistress." Weiss pouted harder. She loved the praise though. Compliments and praise were a rare thing in the Schnee household; an extinct myth in the SDC. It was only ever something she very occasionally got at school through her stray hookups or people trying to hit on her- and being as it came from people she barely knew, those never felt quite the same.

Blake chuckled. "Well, you know how I can be. I don't much let you change your mind, now do I?"

"Really? If I say I don't want to, you won't make me?" Weiss perked.

"Sure." Blake answered, but shifted her head from one side to the other as she thought it over. "But if you say no, then I'll put you back in the belt."

Horror took over Weiss's face as a retaliation dawned on her. She wanted the belt. All the torture of her week so far, and she wanted the belt back. It was the only way to ensure she didn't go too far, that she couldn't give into herself.

"So?"

"I- I don't want to cum. And… you can put me back in the belt- but… can you put some more padding in it before you put it on?" Weiss requested sheepishly as she looked down to the small bruises and chafing on her hips from where it had sat.

"Already done Kitten. I was fixing it up after I left because I saw your hips starting to chafe, plus it wouldn't fit the same with your… new size downstairs."

"Oh? Oh shit…" Weiss's jaw dropped at the realization. Her paws went to her ass, pressing against her new, rounder tush. It was beautiful. Better than it had looked even after her freshman twenty-five; something she might have gone overboard in correcting and keeping off ever since. God, from a certain angle, it almost looked like her mother's. Smaller for sure, but… still. "Wait.. you didn't just size it up, right?"

"No, I told you, I saw your hips starting to chafe and I'd been planning a mod for your belt to make it easier since I noticed it on Tuesday." Tuesday? That was before Weiss herself even began to notice! Why… why did she have to be so thoughtful; caring. It was thoroughly unbecoming of an abusive kidnapping rapist captor. It was also something Weiss had always wished she could find in a partner. That… and someone dominant, stern, but ultimately just concerned with her well-being… but she had also always wanted an equal sharing of support and power when not specifically in bed. That was something she and Blake very specifically did not have- and it was a ridiculously ludicrous thought anyways! They weren't anything of the sort! And Blake's insistence on being sweet when she wasn't being… Owner didn't change anything about that.

"You alright?" Blake questioned softly.

"I'm… fine." Weiss tried to assure, but a contemplative look lingered on her face.

"If it's getting worse than I thought, I can put some of that ointment on you before your training? I was going to put it on after, but I can do it right now if that's better?"

Weiss couldn't help but think back to the first time Blake had played with her, how after, Blake ordered her to take care of herself; how special she felt.

"And I promise, no more skipping aftercare." Blake offered a small smile. "The edging should be a lot better if you don't have to worry about the drop of being alone immediately after." Blake's smile was so kind, comforting- it was home. More of one than Schnee manor had ever been; more than her apartment. Owner was home.

Weiss wanted to cry. It was too much. Too much softness all at once. What the hell was she supposed to do with that?

"Kitten? What's going on with you?" Blake reached out with a concerned look. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing! Nothing's wrong! I'm just! I-" Weiss stammered.

Blake was smart. She knew something was wrong. More specifically, she knew Weiss wouldn't come clean on her own, and there was no point in pushing her. "Alright Kitten. But today we are trying a new position." Blake notified before lifting her Kitten up like a doll. It was far too easy for her to just pull Weiss over and plop her down in her lap. "How's that Kitten?" Blake asked, situating the Kitten so she sat perpendicular in Blake's lap with legs parted, her pussy out on open display. This way she could watch her Kitten's face as things proceeded.

Weiss whined and nodded. It felt good to be in Blake's lap.

"Do you think you can tell me when you get close?"

Weiss flushed. "I can… I can try?" She sheepishly offered.

"That's all I ask Kitten."

Then… something entirely new happened. Without any prompting, Weiss curled into Blake. She snuggled into the faunus as Blake's hand went to between her legs.

"Shh, shh, shh. It'll all be alright Kitten." Blake comforted. It worked better than she could have even hoped. Weiss melted into a little puddle of heiress turned Kitten.

Blake's fingers moved slow. That was what Weiss needed, she needed a slow build today, a build to a denied peak. After that denied peak, Blake would adore holding her whimpering mess of a Kitten close.

"Good Miss." Weiss panted huskily.

"Are you sure you don't want to cum Kitten?" Blake offered the tease.

"You! You said you wouldn't-"

"I'm going slow. I know you have the strength to say no if you really don't want to cum."

"I- I don't." Weiss's voice trembled with uncertainty.

"That's good… but… I don't think it was very convincing. I need to know for certain that you don't want to cum." Blake's fingers began to delve into Weiss's pussy. The Kitten was so warm and slick, with greedy walls that clamped around the slightest intrusion, milking it for everything it could give. "I think I need to hear you beg."

"B- beg?"

"Yes, I think if you begged me- convincingly." Blake leveled her gaze at Weiss to make sure the Kitten knew it must be good. "Then I'll know you really didn't want to cum no matter how much you beg and plead for it later."

Weiss panted and hid her face into Blake's shoulder. She panted and clung into Blake like the faunus could help alleviate her shame.

"Unless you want me to make you cum a dozen times? I wouldn't mind getting to see you-"

"Fine! I! Please! Please Mistress! Please don't… don't let me cum! I- I want my chastity belt back."

"Why do you want it back Kitten?"

"Wha-"

"You can't trust yourself not to touch that slutty pussy of yours, huh?" Blake smirked, and Weiss knew what she had to do.

"Please… please don't let me cum and put my belt back on… I- I can't be trusted not to touch my… my slutty pussy." Weiss whined shameful- and all the more so because of how she felt herself slicken at it.

"You want me to tease you and edge you? Here, and here?" Blake's fingers delved deeper into Weiss as her other hand wrapped around the Kitten to grope at her breast.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Weiss cried out, humbling herself so much farther than she could handle, and her arousal feeding off of the shame the whole time. "T- tease and edge my pussy and tits." Weiss's body shuttered. It was so good. She needed this; needed Blake's touch. She couldn't believe it, but in desperation for more of the faunus's warmth, she wrapped her arms around Blake. The faunus was clothed; as she always was. But Weiss was nude as ever- bindings aside. Almost completely bare, ever, she clung to Blake and did her best to press them together. Blake's warmth just felt so good against her skin. It was everything her poor heart needed; the warmth of her Owner.

"It's ok Kitten, it's all ok." Blake whispered into Weiss's ear.

The Kitten slipped further and further after that. She had no tether to her former self- or at least, it felt that way. In Owner's arms, being pleasured, it felt like she needed nothing more; like she had so much of what had been missing before, she could just let go of the rest, all that petty pride, her title and status… what had it ever gotten her anyways? A cold apartment? Abusive father? Absent mother? A year trapped in that hell hole of a facility where they 'helped her get better'? Better at what? Fitting into a world where she just had to accept everything was horrible? At least Owner was warm. At least the faunus pretended to care about her- hell, maybe she even actually did?

"Getting close Kitten?" Blake whispered in a slightly out-of-breath tone.

"M… mhmm." Weiss nodded, but did her best to resist being pulled out of her own mind to respond with any more detail than that.

"Remember to tell me when you're about to."

Weiss just whined and nuzzled into her owner. She didn't want to have to do or say anything. She just wanted to sit, be pretty, and have Blake continue doing whatever she wished with her body. It was so comfortable like that; so nice, so sweet, so warm.

"Fine, you don't need words, but I expect you to get louder when you get close." Blake craned her neck so she could whisper right into Weiss's ear. "I want my Kitten to sound like the craven slut she is as she gets close; no faking, just honesty. If you are close, don't you dare stifle those little cries of pleasure; and I already know you're far from quiet Kitten."

Weiss's whines grew louder. Blake knowing her so well, being able to read her like a fucking book, it was almost cruel. In the most loving way, it was cruel; or at least, it felt that way to Weiss. How could someone so… evil be so caring, so… mean be so kind… how could someone with no reason to give a damn about her seem to care so much about her. The juxtaposition, and more specifically, how she almost thought it made some kind of sense in her jumbled mind. That was what felt so cruel. There was nothing ok, kind, or even right about how good Blake was at reading her, at making her melt, at giving her a home; a home right there, in her warm arms.

Inevitably, Weiss found herself almost screaming. As she had predicted, she begged to cum. She needed it, she was so close, and Blake's fingers were too good, too adept… and she could cum! She could cum if Blake just stopped pulling her fingers back right before she got there. She begged, she pleaded, she even squeezed at Blake and fought to buck her hips up onto the fingers that had her so close.

No amount of begging found her relief, however. All it got her was more light, beautiful, loving teasing. It continued like that until Weiss wondered if that was really what she wanted all along. Desperation in its own way was beautiful. It felt so good to be on the edge, even if it was painful… it still felt fantastic.

When it was over, and Weiss could do no more than make weak jumbled, and unintelligible noises, Blake kissed her forehead and slipped the belt on for her. It was softer now, more cushioned. But… it was also very clear a part of the cushioning was to prevent Weiss from getting any pleasure from it at all. Even the spot just above her ass was covered.

With the belt secured, Blake laid Weiss down over her lap and broke out her treats. A good Kitten deserves treats after all. Weiss happily ate from the palm of her hand, drank the water she brought, and snuggled into her when it was all done. Blake was smart enough to know it likely wouldn't last, but for now, her Kitten was happy.

End of Chapter 22