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So I got bit by the writing bug again. This is the result. I should warn that it contains adult themes, so if you're underage don't get caught reading this. Anyway here it is.
I feel the collar fasten firmly around my neck as I kneel on the floor before Him. The gentle pressure is comforting, as thoughts of work and bills fade into a distant dream. These worries do not exist here in this place. Only His will is matters, it is the only real thing.
I raise trusting green eyes to look through long black hair at the man before me. He is tall and handsome, with short red-brown hair worn in a messy style, and eyes of clear blue. He is my Master, and it his will that guides my existence in this place.
“You’ve been a very good girl, my Lirren. You have earned a reward.” His voice is warm as it wraps protectively around me. “Today you will be my cat. You will move and behave as a cat would. When I pet you, you will purr. When you speak it will be as a cat speaks. Do you understand?” With these words his hands brush back strands of black and place a cat eared head band in place.
“Yes Master.” I murmur, pleased with the role he’s chosen for me. His smile warms me and I know that he is pleased. I stay kneeling as he moves further into the apartment. I know he will call for me when he is ready. Until then I will wait patiently.
“Lirren, here kitty kitty. Come here girl.” I hear his voice coaxing from the next room. Moving to all fours, I crawl to the room where he waits, eager to answer his call.
Turning a corner, I can see him sitting on the couch, and I move to brush my body against his legs in a feline gesture of affection. “Meow.” I voice questioning as I gaze up at him with cat green eyes.
He reaches down to me, petting my hair in a gentle caress. Patting the cushions beside him he says, “Come up on the couch, my pretty kitty.”
Always obedient to his will, I pull myself onto the couch beside him. I arch my back into his hand as it caresses down my back, a quiet purr building in my throat.
“That’s my girl, my pretty Lirren. Lay down now so I can pet you.” His words thrill along my spine as I move to obey. Laying my head in his lap I curl my body close to his. His hands begin to caress my entire body, brushing over my back, hips, and breasts.
I feel him slip his hand between my legs one finger caressing between my wet lips. “Mrrow.” I call a half purr half cry of pleasure. He presses that caressing finger inside me, thrusting gently, bringing helpless mewling sounds of pleasure from my mouth.
His hand withdraws as he stands up. I watch him panting lightly as he moves to stand over me. His hands grip my hips and pull them off the couch so I am kneeling facing into the couch. A firm hand against my back presses my upper body into the couch.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, my reward for being a good girl. My breathe catches as I feel his length pressed into me and then slowly withdrawn, a sweet slow torture. Just as I think I will go insane from the slow torture, he thrusts fast and hard into me. Each thrust forcing primal sounds to fall from my lips.
Waves of pleasure wash over me until with a final thrust; I feel his warmth spill deep inside me. His sweat damp body presses to mine for a minute as we both pant heavily from the exertion. I soak in the feel of him so close to me, knowing it would soon be over.
I feel his weight lift from me and wait quietly for him to tell me what to do next. “Now be a good girl, go clean up and get dressed.” He says slapping my ass affectionately.
A short time later I stand before him clean and clothed. I close my eyes as he removes the collar from my neck. Opening my eyes I smile serenely holding the memory of the past hours close. He places a gentle kiss to my forehead and says, “I’ll see you next weekend.” I simply nod my agreement.
I am reluctant to leave but I must go to work and there are bills to be paid. The real world demands my attention. As I leave, I think back on the dream that I wish was reality, and that will be real again, next weekend.
I feel the collar fasten firmly around my neck as I kneel on the floor before Him. The gentle pressure is comforting, as thoughts of work and bills fade into a distant dream. These worries do not exist here in this place. Only His will is matters, it is the only real thing.
I raise trusting green eyes to look through long black hair at the man before me. He is tall and handsome, with short red-brown hair worn in a messy style, and eyes of clear blue. He is my Master, and it his will that guides my existence in this place.
“You’ve been a very good girl, my Lirren. You have earned a reward.” His voice is warm as it wraps protectively around me. “Today you will be my cat. You will move and behave as a cat would. When I pet you, you will purr. When you speak it will be as a cat speaks. Do you understand?” With these words his hands brush back strands of black and place a cat eared head band in place.
“Yes Master.” I murmur, pleased with the role he’s chosen for me. His smile warms me and I know that he is pleased. I stay kneeling as he moves further into the apartment. I know he will call for me when he is ready. Until then I will wait patiently.
“Lirren, here kitty kitty. Come here girl.” I hear his voice coaxing from the next room. Moving to all fours, I crawl to the room where he waits, eager to answer his call.
Turning a corner, I can see him sitting on the couch, and I move to brush my body against his legs in a feline gesture of affection. “Meow.” I voice questioning as I gaze up at him with cat green eyes.
He reaches down to me, petting my hair in a gentle caress. Patting the cushions beside him he says, “Come up on the couch, my pretty kitty.”
Always obedient to his will, I pull myself onto the couch beside him. I arch my back into his hand as it caresses down my back, a quiet purr building in my throat.
“That’s my girl, my pretty Lirren. Lay down now so I can pet you.” His words thrill along my spine as I move to obey. Laying my head in his lap I curl my body close to his. His hands begin to caress my entire body, brushing over my back, hips, and breasts.
I feel him slip his hand between my legs one finger caressing between my wet lips. “Mrrow.” I call a half purr half cry of pleasure. He presses that caressing finger inside me, thrusting gently, bringing helpless mewling sounds of pleasure from my mouth.
His hand withdraws as he stands up. I watch him panting lightly as he moves to stand over me. His hands grip my hips and pull them off the couch so I am kneeling facing into the couch. A firm hand against my back presses my upper body into the couch.
This is the moment I’ve been waiting for, my reward for being a good girl. My breathe catches as I feel his length pressed into me and then slowly withdrawn, a sweet slow torture. Just as I think I will go insane from the slow torture, he thrusts fast and hard into me. Each thrust forcing primal sounds to fall from my lips.
Waves of pleasure wash over me until with a final thrust; I feel his warmth spill deep inside me. His sweat damp body presses to mine for a minute as we both pant heavily from the exertion. I soak in the feel of him so close to me, knowing it would soon be over.
I feel his weight lift from me and wait quietly for him to tell me what to do next. “Now be a good girl, go clean up and get dressed.” He says slapping my ass affectionately.
A short time later I stand before him clean and clothed. I close my eyes as he removes the collar from my neck. Opening my eyes I smile serenely holding the memory of the past hours close. He places a gentle kiss to my forehead and says, “I’ll see you next weekend.” I simply nod my agreement.
I am reluctant to leave but I must go to work and there are bills to be paid. The real world demands my attention. As I leave, I think back on the dream that I wish was reality, and that will be real again, next weekend.