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Jennifer looked around the bar, the older lioness was on the prowl, so to speak. When she was younger, picking up random strangers was a common occurrence for her. She was loose and free and that was mostly thanks to her gift.

Jennifer could read people's minds.

It made hookups a cinch, she knew when someone was interested and she knew what made them tick, what would push them over the edge and make them putty in her hand. She didn't have to deal with the risks and dangers when leaving a bar on the arm of a stranger because she knew their intentions, their secrets.

Just about every night she went home with a different guy, she loved to single out the submissive types, it was all a power trip for her. She knew how to twist them, wrap them around her finger. Over time, she had a harem of boy toys at her beck and call. Eventually though, she needed a change of pace, she wanted to settle down. Leave behind the smoky, dimly lit interiors of bars and clubs... back when they still were smoky.

She found a man, a little older than her, a fellow lion. He was big, strong and good in bed. He wanted a family, a picket fence, the whole nine yards... and she gave it to him. She didn't completely give up her wild lifestyle though, her ability made it easy to negotiate a more... open relationship. To her it was a win-win, he was more than eager to watch his wife enjoy the company of other women before getting to have his fun with the both of them and she quite enjoyed coaxing him to explore his more bi-curious side with other men.

She never really knew why she had this ability, she could always do it ever since she was little. She learned fast to keep her ability a secret, only a handful of people ever knew about it. Like her children, of course, she didn't want to keep anything from them. Her ex-husband also knew... which is what led to the divorce.

Telling someone about her ability was one of the few times she couldn't predict their reaction, she was presenting them with information they normally would never have to take seriously, something they would normally dismiss as fiction. In a way, it was one of the only times she was vulnerable when talking to someone. When she revealed it to her husband, it made him re-contextualize their entire relationship and made him feel insecure. He accused her of manipulating him, using their children as pawns to control him.

He walked out and never returned.

Jennifer did her best to move on, focus on being a mother. But now her children were grown, all of them had moved out and the older lioness found herself in an empty home.

She didn't really know what she was looking for. She was horny, she knew that, but it was like looking at her favorite restaurant's menu and finding nothing really appealed to her anymore. If she just wanted sex that would be easy as pie. The surface thoughts of every patron were open to her if she just focused on them, their deeper desires too, if she deigned to prod a little further. Walking around the establishment she only needed a potential partner to lay eyes on her for only a moment, just so they would think of her. She would see their impression of her in vivid detail, knowing exactly if they were interested and what they wanted to do with her. She had her pick, athletic hunks who wanted to rock the bed all night long, the softer submissive types who wanted to call her "mommy" and even some women, who wanted nothing more than to spend the next few hours pinned beneath her plump ass.

Where before she would have felt spoiled for choice, unsure which sounded more appealing, she found herself disinterested. Perhaps, if nothing else, she _could_settle for one of them... for a night at least. But nothing jumped out at her... until.

She was looking over at a nearby table, there was a mouse there with yellowish fur, not much older than her sons were. He was alone, sober, checking his phone. He had just received a text from his friend, it seems they had left with someone else and wouldn't need a ride home. She was ready to just dismiss him outright. When his eyes glanced her way she expected to see the usual, a desire for Jennifer to be his mommy and coddle him, maybe bust out the strap-on if he was particularly adventurous.

What she saw instead was such a shock, Jennifer nearly recoiled from it. He wanted to ruin her, he wanted to degrade her, he wanted to _own_her. He pictured her in a collar, degrading writing all over her body, her subserviently doing anything he asked. Those thoughts however were only a flash, buried under mountains of insecurity, the belief that no woman would want to be dominated by a pathetic little mouse like him. That his fantasies should just remain between him and his right hand...

Finally, her curiosity was piqued. Jennifer approached the mouse before he had a chance to get out of his seat and leave the bar.

"Hey there, stud." she said, her voice low and seductive. There was confidence behind her words. "Can I get you anything?"

"I... err, uh... well..." He was flustered, taken aback, the word "stud" echoing in his mind over and over, she had made his day already with that one sentence. "Y'see... I'm..."

"Don't worry about it, truthfully I'm not really here for the drinks either." Jennifer said, leaning up against the table. "You here with friends?"

"Huh?" the mouse cocked his head, he was so flustered it was taking his brain an extra second to process new information. "Oh, yeah, I am! Or... I was."

"Ah, so you're free now? Care to keep an old lady some company?" Jennifer slid into the seat beside him before he could answer, leaning close to him, his eyes immediately flicking down to her cleavage.

"Uh... sure! Why not?" He chuckled nervously, the self doubt in his mind was so thick it clouded nearly everything else, it was like he was trying to convince himself she wasn't actually interested in him. Well, she was just gonna have to hurry up and put the kibosh on those doubts.

"So, you seeing anyone handsome?"

He shook his head. "N-no, not at the moment."

Or ever, from what she gleamed, not surprising with his self-defeating attitude.

Jennifer smiled at his answer. "You got a name? Or should I just keep calling you 'handsome'?"

"Oh, uh, I'm Ethan. But... I wouldn't mind if you kept calling me that." he said, nervously.

"Nice to meet you Ethan, I'm Jennifer, my friends call me Jen." the lioness said in return.

"What do I call you?" he asked.

Jennifer grinned. "Anything you like, handsome."

She was just about to speak up again, keep the conversation moving along when she saw a question forming in his head. She paused, giving him the time he needed to find his words and ask it.

"So, uh... what brings you here tonight? Did you also come here with someone else?"

"Nope, just me. Guess I just got... bored." Jennifer explained.

"Bored?" Ethan asked, while devoting a great deal of his mental energy to not keep staring at Jennifer's chest. She found the gesture cute, but she didn't really mind being perved on either, as long as they weren't predatory about it. Seeing into everyone's mind, Jennifer learned fast just how prevalent sex is on most people's minds, it was simply instinctual.

She nodded. "Yes, Bored. Lonely too. I'm a single mother, my children are all grown up and I find myself... bored of my old life. I need something new, someone new. Someone who can give me something different."

The mouse swallowed, his mind firing on all cylinders as he tried to decipher just what she was after. The anticipation was killing him. "Uhh... what kind of things are you looking for?"

The lioness made a mock blush. "Oh... it's a little embarrassing."

"I-I promise I won't tell or anything." the mouse nervously stammered out.

"Well... okay. I'm looking to..." Jennifer leaned in close, whispering into the mouse's ear. "...be a slave."

Ethan's eyes went wide, he leaned back, his body an explosive cocktail of emotions. Doubt, anxiety, panic... lust. Lots of lust. He was rock hard under the table, he could feel it straining against his pants. It was always a little strange to read such things. Reading minds meant she had access to their senses. Sight, smell, touch, taste. She knew instantly what it was like, she could describe the sensations like she had experienced them herself, without having actually _felt_them herself. It was like... having the memory of the experience.

"What?" he asked, wanting to make sure he didn't mishear... but also wanting to hear it again.

"I want to be a slave. I want a master. An owner. Someone who treats me like nothing but a worthless slut. An object to fulfill their desires." Jennifer clarified, sounding quite enthusiastic about the prospect as she spoke. Part of it was for show, but she was getting pretty into the idea. Back in her younger days, the lioness quickly learned that if you just throw someone's fantasies directly in their face, no matter how specific or on the nose it was, people had a tendency to just roll with it. Whether they chalked it up to chance or fate, they all just assume the stars have aligned and they hit the jackpot.

The mouse was no different, he was stunned, squirming in his seat, choking on his words. Wondering if this was even real. There were doubts, sure, but he _wanted_it to be real. "H-have you found anyone?"

Jennifer smirked. "How about you?"

Ethan nearly fell from his seat. "Me!?" He said incredulously, thinking this had to be a joke of some kind.

"Yeah, you. I wouldn't mind being the slave of a stud like you... and you seem to be quite excited at the prospect." She slipped a hand under the table, running it over the bulge in his pants.

The mouse arched his back, his body going almost as stiff as the stiffy in his pants. "A-are you sure? You really want me? Of all people?" he asked, all his self-doubt flooding out.

"Are you trying to talk me out of it? A woman offers to be your sex slave, are you really going to turn her down?" Jennifer's voice was calm and still oozing with seduction.

Ethan shook his head. "N-no! I'm not turning you down at all!" he said, reeling as she put things more into perspective for him.

Jennifer smiled. "Then I guess it's settled. Master."

"Heh, well, uh. I've never had a slave before..." he said, flustered. "W-what are you willing to do for your master?"

He was stalling, unsure what to do, what he could do, what _she_would do.

Jennifer just kept smiling, patient with him. "Anything you like, master, I am yours to command. What would you like me to do?" she paused, taking a few moments before continuing. This pause was very deliberate, she knew Ethan was too nervous to actually say what he really wanted from her, afraid he might scare her off, but he was certainly going to _think_it. "Would you like me to suggest something, master?"

He nodded. "Yes, please."

"I could expose my tits, you seem quite taken by them. Would that please you, master?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

The mouse nodded, eyes suddenly glued to her chest. "Y-yes, that would please me quite a bit."

The lioness slipped her arms through the strap of her dress and pushed the top of her garment down until it was around her waist. Then she reached back, with well practiced motions she unclasped her bra and removed it, stuffing the undergarment into her purse.

Her bountiful breasts were now on full display, not just for the mouse, but for anyone in the busy bar who happens to look this way. Of course, now, there was only one thing on Ethan's mind.

"You can touch them, my body is yours to touch and use any time, anywhere and any way." she told him.

His hands shot up immediately, groping, squeezing, pinching. There was no direction or purpose behind his touches, just exploration. It was quite the show to be putting on in front of everyone, but she knew the mouse wasn't even registering that, this was his first time touching a woman's breasts like this and that took up every ounce of focus he had.

Jennifer wasn't worried about it, she loved exhibitionism because she got to experience onlookers reactions like nobody else could. Those who might gasp and clutch their pearls, deep down thinking just as naughty thoughts as those who would hoot and holler. The lioness looked around at those who might be paying them any attention, a few envious men and a smattering of women wondering how the mouse managed to convince her to let him do this. A few more women whispered among themselves, calling Jennifer a slut to one another, while simultaneously wishing they were half as bold and carefree as she was.

The longer they went on, the more eyes would befall them. Jennifer didn't rush Ethan either, she had just given herself to him, he owned her, he could play with her tits as long as it pleased him and pleased him it did. Jennifer could feel how happy he was and she found that filled her with a profound satisfaction, surprising herself with how easily she fell into this subservient role...

Eventually the amount of onlookers began to dawn on the younger mouse, a strange mix of emotions befell him. First, of course, was embarrassment, he was making quite the disturbance! Second however, was empowerment, realizing that Jennifer just let him do that in front of everyone. It was beginning to sink in that she wasn't messing with him and he was actually starting to feel in control.

"Let's go somewhere more private." he told her. His mind flashed, in one of his drawers was a variety of sexual implements, cuffs, collars and everything you need to bind your slave. Impulse purchases he hoped one day to actually put to use. But he was hesitant to suggest going to his home, or suggest engaging in bondage, both activities requiring some degree of trust.

The thoughts she was seeing were surprising to Jennifer, he was actually very knowledgeable about BDSM, he had spent a lot of time researching and reading, not just looking at porn. He was serious about his interest, even though he didn't have the confidence to see it through just yet. Not without help. There was also genuine concern, he didn't want Jennifer to feel uncomfortable, now that it was sinking in that he really was being given a position of power over her, he was worried about pushing her in ways she wasn't comfortable with.

"We could head to your home." Jennifer suggested. "Then you can show your slave her proper place."

Ethan looked up at her, taking her hand. Then, on an impulse, acting as soon as the thought entered his mind, he leaned forward and pulled her in closer. Jennifer had almost two feet in height on the mouse, she allowed herself to be pulled down to meet his lips, their muzzle pressing together in a kiss. The mouse's tongue was eager to explore and the lioness' tongue was eager to meet his. Jennifer moaned softly into the kiss, gripping the bulge in the mouse's pants with her free hand.

They went on until the mouse was satisfied, when he broke the kiss he felt light headed, his arousal was practically intoxicating him. "My place works..." he said, nodding, still holding onto Jennifer's hand as he got up from his seat, leading her out of the bar.

A couple of the men who had been observing them cheered towards them, especially when the topless lioness passed close to them and they got an eyeful of the milf's jugs.

Ethan led her out to the parking lot, there was a chill in the night time air which caused her nipples to grow stiff, but she didn't have to suffer the cold for long as they got to the mouse's car.

He was about to step around and open the passenger door for her, chivalrous as that would be, Jennifer got out ahead of him and pulled the driver's side door open first as soon as he unlocked it with his key fob. The gesture serving to remind him that she is supposed to be the subservient one, not the other way around, as his polite instincts would have implied.

Jennifer then walked around the car and climbed into the passenger seat. Shortly after Ethan started the car, he began to pull out from the parking lot.

"Why me?" He suddenly asked, eyes fixed on the road. "There were plenty of bigger, stronger men in there you could have picked, ones who could dominate you more... physically than I can..."

Jennifer was staring out the window, not paying his thoughts attention when he spoke. His words caught her off guard and she looked back towards him, seeing all that insecurity bubbling back up.

"A good master doesn't need to overpower me with their strength or size. My master's word is law, that is all he should need." she explained. "Besides, once I am tied up, I am just as helpless to you as I would be to a wolf or a stallion."

"You are very trusting, are you not worried I might take advantage of you in such a vulnerable position? You hardly know me." Ethan said. The drive was allowing him to calm down and think a little more clearly.

"Maybe that's what I'm hoping for." Jennifer teased. "Don't worry about me, I've got an uncanny knack for reading people, I know you're a kind, caring person. I also know there is a sadistic master under the surface waiting to come out and I want to bring that version of you out, master."

"Wow... Um- That's... I-I hope I don't disappoint..." he said nervously. "So, uh, you said you were looking for something new, right? Have you ever done anything like this before?"

"A few times... but never on this side of the leash, so to speak." Jennifer explained. "I've been around the block a few times, I know what I can and cannot handle, not that I've found much I can't handle."

"So... you don't think I'll be able to push you to your limits?" he asked, his insecurities about being small and weak flaring up in his mind again.

"No, I'm inviting you to try." Jennifer clarified.

A few moments later, Ethan pulled the car into the driveway of a quaint little house.

"Take off your dress." Ethan said, breathing heavily as he looked at her again for the first time since he started driving. "Slaves don't wear clothes in the house."

Jennifer smiled at him before wiggling herself the rest of the way out of her dress while still in her seat, leaving her only in a pair of lacy black panties.

"No underwear either." he added.

Jennifer gave him a sly smirk and a cheeky eyebrow at his request for her to be completely exposed before she is even in the house. But she didn't protest, nor did she even mind, it was hot. She grabbed the hem of her panties and squirmed her way out of them, stuffing them into her purse with her bra.

The mouse smiled and got out of the car. "Good girl. Follow me." he teased, feeling a little more confident with every command she obeyed.

It was late at night, so she doubted anyone was watching, but if any of the neighbors happened to peek out of their windows they would be in for quite a sight. The lioness, naked, save for a dress thrown over her forearm and a purse in her hand. She followed Ethan into his home.

As they passed through his living room, Jennifer dropped her purse and dress off on the arm of his couch, following him further inside towards his room. For a virgin with express permission to do as he pleased, he was showing a surprising amount of restraint and patience not to just jump her to moment the passed the threshold into his home.

His home was very neat and tidy, even as they entered his bedroom, nothing looked out of place. Once they were in his room, Jennifer dropped down to her knees at the foot of his bed before Ethan even asked her to. Ethan looked back and smiled as he saw her like this. With her on her knees, Ethan was still only a head taller than the lioness.

The mouse walked over to his dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer. He began to remove several items, laying them out on the edge of the bed before turning to Jennifer, holding one item in his hands.

Jennifer tilted her head up, making it easier as Ethan clasped the black leather collar around her neck.

Next was the harness, a series of black leather straps attached to metal rings, with buckles at several points to adjust its size. Slowly and deliberately he put it onto her, loosening and tightening the buckles where it was needed to accommodate her plump, motherly figure. He ensured the harness was snug and secure, but not too tight. Jennifer's slightly chubby body bulged a little where the straps pressed against her, the sight of which served to get Ethan even more hot and bothered than he already was, if that was even possible.

The next item he picked up was a pair of leather handcuffs, Ethan held the item up and made sure Jennifer could see them. The lioness smirked and with that wordless exchange of consent, he stepped around behind her, slipping one of the cuffs around her wrist. Slow and gently he pulled her arms behind her back and slid her other wrist into a cuff, tightening both of them, like the harness and the collar, it was snug but not too tight.

"Are you on birth control?" he asked.

Jennifer shook her head. "No, master." she answered.

Suddenly, a thought crossed the mouse's mind that surprised the lioness. The mental image of what she might look like, pregnant with his litter. The thought of breeding her aroused him sexually and the thought of being a father was something that brought him comfort.

"I don't have any condoms." he told her. "I... I could run out and get some." Truthful on both counts, he wasn't about to try and guilt her into a risky creampie for his own fetish. But Jennifer had other ideas.

"That's fine." Jennifer reassured him. ""I'm not in heat yet, it should be safe. But, if you do happen to breed me, well, I'm okay with that. My womb does belong to you, after all. Of course, so do my other holes, if you would rather not take the risk. Because that is all I am... a worthless set of holes that belong to my master."

Ethan was stunned, breathing heavily, the tent in his pants twitching. He was wondering if she was fucking with him, if she was on the pill and having a bit of roleplay. Either way it was hot.

"Th-that's right. You're just a u-useless slut for me to use h-however I see fit." the mouse stammered out, trembling from nerves as he picked up a final item from the bed, a ball gag, and began slowly approaching her with it.

"That's right, master." Jennifer agreed, flashing him a seductive smile, encouraging him. As he approached, she opened her mouth, allowing him to put the gag into her maw, the bright red ball keeping her from closing her mouth all the way.

Ethan took a step back and began to unbutton his shirt, revealing the silky black fur underneath. His body was trim and fit, cute had been a word she avoided using all night, but it was really the word that described the little mouse best. "I-I bet you want to get pregnant, d-don't you? You'd just love to have your master's baby in your belly." His words were getting more confident each time he spoke, he was losing himself in the moment. He felt powerful, in control for the first time in his life.

"Mm-hmm." Jennifer groaned out, nodding her head gently, watching as he pulled down his pants. Jennifer's eyes went wide as she saw his cock in person for the first time. It was bigger than it had been in his mind's eye.

"Bend over the bed and maybe your master will give you what you want." Ethan commanded.

Jennifer turned to face the bed, the chains of her handcuffs jingling with every move she made. His bed was quite low to the ground, as was normal for shorter species, she remained on her knees as she bent forward and did her best to raise her ass into the air enticingly.

Ethan was quick to help fix her posture, grabbing her by the base of the tail and pulling upwards. There was a brief thought of concern, whether pulling her tail hurt her, but then he recalled her words in the car. She had all but challenged him to try and break her.

He was breathing heavily, his whole body shaky as he began to grind the tip of his cock against her pussy. She was soaking wet, all he had to do was give a little push and he would probably sink inside...

So he did.

Inch after inch of mouse cock disappeared within the feline, the farther he went, the louder her moans got, even as they were muffled by the gag. Ethan, all the while, was experiencing sensory overload as he felt the walls of an eager pussy squeezing his cock on all sides for the first time. Slowly, he began to rock his hips, but that didn't last long as his trembling body jerked forward, slamming his cock back inside rapidly. He was giving in to his base instincts, wildly rutting her within a few moments.

Still gripping the base of her tail with one hand, he reached out and grabbed one of the straps of her harness with the other. He pulled on them, using them as leverage as he slammed into her.

Jennifer was moaning quite loudly, her cries of pleasure made incoherent by the gag in her mouth. What the mouse lacked in experience, he was making up for in enthusiasm and his girth.

But, that lack of experience caught up with him and like the candle that burns twice as bright, he only lasted half as long. His cock throbbed and pulsed as it painted the inside of her womb white, flooding her with his seed.

Jennifer wasn't surprised by this. Nor was she too disappointed that she didn't get to orgasm. She found herself acclimating well to this submissive way of thinking and behaving... her master's pleasure came first and she found it very satisfying to know that he was happy.

What did surprise her however, was that he didn't go soft. He might have been inexperienced, but he was also young, full of energy and hornier than he had ever been in his entire life. Once was not going to be enough.

A few moments after he had cum, his hips were already pistoning his cock in and out of her once again. Even his grunts and groans as he dominated her were cute, it wasn't his fault, what other kinds of sounds could escape a little mousy face like his?

She knew he wanted to change positions before he even withdrew his cock. When he went to flip her over, she rolled with it and made it easy for him, pushing with her legs to scoot back so he could join her on the bed.

He picked up her legs, throwing one over each shoulder, his body squeezed between her motherly thighs as he slid his cock back inside.

"That's a good girl..." he squeaked out.

His hips slapped against hers as he began fucking her once again, his thrusts still frantic and relentless. But unlike before, he had already cum once, now he could go the distance and he had no shortage of physical stamina to keep up this breakneck pace where someone older, more out of shape, might be huffing and puffing about now.

While he was fucking her, his attention was entirely fixed on Jennifer's breasts, watching them bounce and jiggle with every thrust. He began slamming into her with more force just to see the way they moved in response, it was practically hypnotic to him.

"Y-you belong to me." he grunted. He wasn't speaking to her, not entirely, he was reaffirming it to himself. "You're mine... all mine."

Jennifer lost herself in his possessive thoughts and words, not noticing her own climax creeping up on her until it was right on top of her. She screamed out against the gag, her body quivering and her pussy clamping down on Ethan's cock, desperate to receive another virile load from him... and it did.

The sensation of her cumming around his cock was enough to push him over the edge for the second time, pouring another load into her well-used cunt.

"Fuck! Yes! Get pregnant bitch!" he yelled out.

Jennifer was breathing heavily, she enjoyed that more than she expected. Then, her eyes went wide as she reached out with her mind towards his.

He still wasn't done yet.

Hours later, after fucking in every position her master could think of, on top, on bottom, on their sides. All while filling her with load after load of potent jizz. The mouse was finally spent.

The lioness felt a wave of relief, she wasn't young anymore and it had been a struggle to keep up with him. Of course that didn't stop it from being the most exhilarating sex she has had in years... perhaps ever. Besides, nobody said fulfilling her duties as a slave would be easy...

Still half-conscious, Ethan reached behind Jennifer, undoing one of the leather cuffs that bound her wrists. "Y-you can take the rest off... if you want." he mumbled out, pressing his face against her cleavage like it was a pillow, falling asleep.

Slowly, careful not to disturb him, she slipped off the other cuff and took off her ball gag, her sore jaw thankful to be able to close once again. She tossed them onto the floor, but left the harness and collar on, she liked how they felt, their snug fit reminding her that she had chosen to be his property.

She wrapped her arms around him, holding him close like he was a stuffed toy, before falling asleep herself.

Jennifer awoke to Ethan's morning wood poking her in the abdomen, sunlight trickling through the curtains. A smile spread across her muzzle as she wrapped one of her hands around the base of his cock and sunk down low. She brought her muzzle in close, breathing in the smell of his arousal, giving the tip a few licks.

Ethan moaned softly, his cock twitching. Jennifer opened her maw wide and took his member inside, taking it deep within her well practiced throat. Slowly and sensually she began to bob her head along his entire length, pulling all the way back until only his tip remained between her lips, leaking pre onto her tongue, then sliding all the way back down until her nose was pressed into the fur of his crotch.

Slowly, Ethan's eyes fluttered open as his moans of pleasure grew louder. He opened his mouth, like he was about to say something, but then Jennifer began to go faster, massaging his shaft with her tongue and massaging his balls with her hands.

Ethan threw his head backwards and moaned, it wasn't long before the skilled lioness had him at his limit, blasting thick ropes of salty sperm straight down her throat, giving the feline her morning milk.

"Ahh... holy shit." Ethan groaned out, feeling like she had just sucked his soul out through his cock.

"Good morning, master." Jennifer said, smiling up at him.

"Yes... yes it is." he responded. "Still calling me master, huh?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I?" The lioness asked, already knowing the answer.

Ethan shrugged. "Dunno, thought last night might just be a roleplay thing for you. One and done sort of deal."

"I did say I was looking for new experiences. So... it might have been, if I didn't enjoy it." she explained.

"Did you?" he asked, looking down into her eyes.

Jennifer smiled, getting up onto her knees, she grabbed Ethan by the wrist, placing his hand on her slightly pudgy tummy. "I'm yours, every inch of me, if you'll have me."

Ethan grinned, leaning up. "Of course I-"

"But..." Jennifer cut him off, feeling a pang of guilt. She wanted something different this time, _truly_different. "There's something you should know about me first."

Ethan sat up, confused. "What is it?"

"I... I didn't pick you at random. It wasn't a coincidence that I knew exactly what to say to make your dreams come true." she began explaining.

The mouse cocked his head, his mind racing. He began wondering if someone put her up to this, but nobody knew about his kinks... right? "I... I don't understand." he stammered.

"I can read minds." Jennifer stated, plainly. "That's how I knew, the first time you looked at me, you pictured me tied up."

There was several moments of silence, Ethan staring at her, wondering if she was crazy, or fucking with him... or telling the truth. Then... a new thought, directed right at her, challenging her to prove it... as he commanded her to lay across his lap, so he could punish her for keeping this from him.

Jennifer was taken aback. "O-of course, master." she said, surprising Ethan as she crawled on top of him, laying down across his thighs. "Don't hold back, I've been very naughty."

He raised his hand up high... before bringing it down hard on her ass, making Jennifer wince from the sting.

"You belong to me, your only concerns are fulfilling my needs and having my children. So no more secrets, got it?"

His hand came down a second time, right on the same spot as before, making the lioness wince again. "Y-yes master, I'm sorry." she said.

She could see in his mind, how her powers didn't seem to bother him, if anything they only made her more alluring to him. She could also see all the kinky things he wanted to do to her, the ways he wanted to treat her. He couldn't help but think of them, knowing full well she could see all of them. But as she didn't protest, moaning out as he struck her ass a third time, he realized she would let him do all of those things to her... this complete transparency meant he didn't have to hold anything back with her.

Jennifer smiled, even as a fourth strike came down hard on her ass. She had awoken something inside of him and her body trembled in excitement at what that meant for the both of them. She felt a wave of satisfaction at the fact she could continue to please her master, and a deep happiness that he would accept her for who she was.

She was in her place. This was where she wanted to be.