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---Author's note---

This is the first yiffy story I've ever set down to write out, so I do hope it isn't too rough. Warning: Story contains bondage, spooge play, domination, submission, light abuse, and explicit language. If that sounds okay to you, enjoy! Comments are encouraged, especially since this is my first story. Really like to know if this storyline is desired... as there's a LOT more.

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Kitten, Chapter 1 "He followed me home, can I keep him?"

Jath's world came screeching back to him in a starburst of blinding light and a throbbing in his head. The Siberian Tiger was still feeling his previous night at the club at full force, and regretting every moment of it. Of course, it was always this way: He'd go out, drink more than he should, probably do more things with more women than he should, and wake up somewhere in his apartment the next day, the bed if he was lucky. Jath was not so lucky today, finding his resting spot to be quite hard and rather cool to boot. When his vision finally managed to clear down to a single frame instead of the two or five he'd been seeing, he came upon an unsettling, though not unprecedented realization: he wasn't in his own home.

This had happened before, somewhat rarely perhaps, and thus the tiger wasn't quick to panic. He sat up, stretching his thick, muscular frame. Burnt orange fur rippled over well-worked muscles, black stripes thatched into an elegant and markedly handsome pattern. A large paw groped and scratched his soft, white belly and chest fur, the tiger yawning and licking his chops, trying to wake up. He'd realized several minutes ago that he was also without a thread of clothing on his body, a cool breeze tickling the tip of his chubby sheath a quick reminder to him: "Oh shit, I need pants." Eyes following up from his position and out over the floor, he wondered just what kind of girl had a place like this. The floor was bare, some sort of stone, and the décor was equally minimalist. In fact, as Jath realized with an increasing sense of dread, there wasn't much of anything in this room at all. Two bowls, one for food, another for water, were settled along the wall, a large oval bed, raising less than a foot up and looking like a large pet bed was situated nearby. The tiger turned slowly, searching for answers, finding four blank walls in return... though one had a delightful slit of a window! That was all it could be called, actually, and he certainly couldn't fit through it, the realization punctuating the gravity of his situation. Along the same wall containing the only window was a large box. Jath raised a brow, wondering what on earth such a large, but low box was in here for, and leaned forward to investigate.

"A... litter box?" surely this all had to be an elaborate practical joke, he mused... and halfway hoped. It was easily big enough for a feline his size to squat in, though he'd never heard of such a thing... a large, dignified tiger like himself would never stoop to using a litter box. Hell, for that matter any old streetcat would use a public restroom the same as he, litter boxes were as ancient as chamber pots and a throwback to simpler times. The kind that really sucked if you liked having clean paws. Leaning forward just a little bit more, Jath's eyes went wide. Something was holding him back, something had hold of his neck! His paws clutched at whatever entrapped him, finding a thick band clasped about his neck. A collar... a thick, leather one too by the feel of things. His paws traced over it, finding a large D ring in the front and an O ring in the back connected to a chain with links as big around as his thumb, the opposite end of which was hooked to a ring on the wall next to the room's only door...

Holy shit! A door! Jath scrambled on all fours, the collar and chain making things uncomfortable if he stood, across the room, bumping into the door. After rubbing his bumped nose for a moment, whimpering and nursing the sensitive sniffer like a kitten, he set his claws to the door. Thin, almost unnoticeable scratches marred its surface with every pass of his paws, finding that the large, steel door would not yield any time soon. Jath clawed and pounded until his arms burned and his fingers ached, finally sliding down against the wall beside the door, noting that the stone floor was frigid against his backside.

"Panicking isn't going to get me anywhere... as much fun as it is, it's not going to help." the tiger chuckled at his bit of gallows humor, trying to not get too freaked out. He tried straightening out the events of the night before in his mind, wondering why he would've wound up in a place like this. Naked and chained to the wall was an attractive look, though not for himself, he thought. Jath was always the type to collar and dominate the ladies, only the ones that liked it, of course... he was a gentleman, at least and prided himself on it. He shook his head, clearing his mind, there'd be time to think of chained and bound women in his bed later! Last night. The club. Beneath furrowed brow his mind was hard at work recalling...

Jath had been dancing for what seemed like hours, alternating with rest stops of returning to his table, usually at least one pair of lovely ladies in his arms and settling down to have a drink, chat up a bit, and get some affection from his latest prizes in turn. He remembered there'd been a new DJ that night, a damn fine one too, some badger who knew his stuff. That had nothing to do with this situation, he reminded himself, and continued on... Dancing, sexy ladies, drinks, dancing, lights, music, the hyena... He stopped short of his next thought. For one thing she was the last fur he clearly remembered, for another she was all too sexy to not spend a few moments thinking about.

A bit of the feline's ebony hardness slipped free of his sheath, his paw dropping quickly to absentmindedly nurse his member as he remembered the amazing sight he'd seen the night before. He purred lightly, studs on his tip being stimulated by his thumb as he started to stroke. She'd been in a black dress, slit up the sides, cut in all the right places... a little window cut into the tummy. Oh how he loved seeing a little belly on a woman! His length twitched noticeably, thinking about how that sight, her lovely stomach twisting and bending in that window as she danced, how it'd felt when his paw slipped around her and groped through the hole... She had amazing golden eyes, shone like the sun, looped earrings that caught the pulsating lights of the club, and that dress; Mmmm... that dress and what it did for her. He thought, his cock growing plumper and longer in his paw. It had lifted her heavy-but-not-too-heavy chest, followed that sexy belly down to between her thighs, something he'd desperately wanted to see, and best of all for the tiger's likes: it had positively glorified her ass. And if there was one thing Jath loved, it was a nice, round, sexy rump on a girl. This one had it in spades. He was pumping faster now, thinking of the dances they'd done when she pressed her rear and heated crotch to him, lifting her tail, obviously wanting him, and vice versa. The way they'd kissed, how she felt in his arms, the naughty things she'd whispered in his ear... He loved that, good ol' dirty talk. "Ribbed for my pleasure, is it?" she'd whispered, grinding against his studded maleness. "Like what you see, tiger?" she'd teased him, winking over her shoulder as she bent low. "Want me to take you home? Make you all mine, kitten?" she'd all but moaned in his ear during a particularly heavy session they'd been in at his table, the first time in months he'd taken a lone woman to his table. She was that spectacular to him. At that line things started to match up for him and his paw slowed on his throbbing member. "Take you home" "Make you all mine" "Kitten" his heart practically stopped as Jath peered around the room once more. He was in a house not his own, chained to a wall, effectively someone else's, and there were all the trappings of a housecat around him. The savvy tiger had been duped, and was now in the clutches of some psychotic hyena temptress with plans to do God-knows-what to him.

"Mmm, getting yourself warmed up already, Kitten?" a thick, seductive voice called with an air that could only be described as chipper. Jath nearly knocked himself unconscious he sat up with such a start, member still in paw, and smashed the back of his skull against the wall. It was, as he'd come to expect, the voice of the hyena from the previous night.

The hyena towered over the seated tiger, though even if he'd been standing she would have been scarcely shorter than Jath. She was clad in a slightly shiny, synthetic leather bodysuit from her neck to her toes, encased in rather becoming thigh-high boots. Her outfit fit her body like a glove, including the nearly elbow-length gloves that adorned each hand. The suit fastened up about the base of her neck, hiding most of her fur that Jath recalled being remarkably soft, cupping her bountiful, but not overly large breasts, and windowed over her stomach like the dress she'd warn the night before. Her tail poked out of the rear, occasionally twitching over the tightly-clad ass the tiger had so admired, the cleft of it divided by a zipper that ran from her back to front, allowing for activities Jath had little doubt she'd be forcing upon him soon. A gloved hand reached under his chin, lifting his gaze to look into the face of his captor, fingers lifting him delicately. She was gorgeous, the tiger found it difficult to deny even in these circumstances, and had a smile on her face that absolutely melted him inside. Her fur was a tawny brown, with a lovely crème color coating down the front side of her neck and chest, visible in the little belly-window of her suit. All over her coat was dotted by small black or dark brown patches and dots, and her head topped with thick locks that she wore in a fussed-up style (something he'd taken a liking to before as it set her apart), running in a color range between auburn, maroon, to nearly black and seemingly impossible to pin down to one color.

In a few moments, Jath finally regained his senses. The tiger snarled lunging out at his captor. The hyena merely smirked and took one step back, letting the proud feline jerk against the end of his leashing chain and fall flat-faced to the floor. A boot heel ground into his back, a lot of weight on it as she knelt above, "Now, now kitten... We can't have you trying that. You'll damage my property, after all." An extra push of her heel at her words let him know she was referring to him; he was her property now. The tiger managed to tilt his head upward, seeing glove-clad paws grasp his wrists and pull them behind them, shortly cuffing them in heavy bands. "There we go. Maybe if you're an extra-good kitty you'll get your paws back. Now, UP!" With that her foot was off his back and a strong hand (seemingly too strong) had yanked him up into a sitting position by his collar.

He growled and spat at her boot, unable to get around his predicament of being cuffed and collared, Jath would fight one way or another. A glove streaked across the side of his face, reddening the skin beneath and leaving it throbbing, "You insolent little shit! Clean up that boot right fucking now!" The toe of her boot kicked up into his chin. Hard. Obviously she intended for him to clean it orally. "Now." Her tone was stern, adamant. "You made the mess, you'll clean it up. In fact, you'll be cleaning up all the messes around here from now on. Now lick my boot clean, bitch."

"Fuck you! You're a goddamn lunati-" THWAP

"CLEAN IT! NOW!"

"Crazy bitch! I'll fu-" WHUMP. Kicks to the chest hurt a lot, the tiger found out. Not to mention leave you breathless and rather hard-pressed to retort against your psycho captor.

"Kitten, you're trying my patience. Now, clean up your mess..."

Her tone was so cold, threatening, that Jath decided he didn't want to find out what else she'd do if he refused again. Reluctantly, his rough tongue slipped from his muzzle and began to lap off the saliva he'd marked her boot with. Anger and hate simmered in the feline's chest, wanting to break his bonds and take this whacko out. Sadly, thick metal and leather cuffs proved to be perfectly suited for tempering his anger. With the greatest shame (and thinly veiled malice) the tiger licked the boot clean, finally getting it back to its original sheen. The hyena picked her foot up, examining the boot, checking his cleaning job for errors, "Hmm... a satisfactory job. For starters, at least. I thought you cats were supposed to be good at cleaning things with your tongues." she sighed, seemingly disappointed.

Jath grumbled under his breath, cursing her in word and mind. "What's that, kitten?" came her reply, aggression hidden in her words. He cast his gaze to the side, to the floor, lest he look to her face and be brought to words she certainly wouldn't take well. Again she commanded him by the toe of her boot, raising his chin to look her in the eyes, "I asked what you said, kitten. I want an answer. Now." There was that stern, commanding tone again. About this time, Jath made another realization: he was getting hard. What the fuck?! thought the tiger, glancing down at his tall-standing member. How the hell can you stand up in a time like this?! In reply, his length throbbed and twitched back at him.... right as the hyena's words came back, barking in his ears, "KITTEN! SPEAK!" She stung his face with another slap, and that was it... he'd had enough and couldn't hold back any more.

"I said you're a crazy bitch! What the fuck's wrong with you?! Is this how you fucking get off? Picking guys up at a club, then knocking them out, locking them up here, and using them for your fucked up fantasies? Daddy not pay you enough attention as a pup? Huh? That it, bitch? Or are you some kind of batty uber-feminist, thinking you've got to keep a guy locked up like this? Getting warmer? Huh? Answer me, you fucking whore! I said a-" _ BAM _!!!

"I'm not the whore here. That's what you're here for, slut." She growled, having floored him with a better punch than he'd had any male throw at him in all his years.

"Unf, w-what? Couldn't take some of your own medicine? Eh? Well I was just saying what a controlling, psychotic, domination-crazed bi-" Thunk!

"You're still getting it wrong, kitty. You'll be the one crazed with and craving it by the time I'm through. As for taking guys home... do you see, hear, or smell any other males here? No, little pet. You're the only one. Can you even guess why I picked you?" she trailed off, heels clacking as she paced around him.

"H-huh? Oh fuck you... Picked me? What, because I like what looked like an easy lay with a nice, big ass that was practically fucking me on the danceflo-oork!!" Jath gagged as she yanked back on his collar, simultaneously putting her heel into his back.

"You're a fucking awful liar, kitten. Easy lay? Don't give me that bullshit. I've been watching you in that club, for weeks now, from the sides and corners. I know how you act around the easy lays, and that wasn't the case. Care to try again... whore?" she grinned behind him, accentuating the last word after her pause, reminding the tiger of his place.

_Grumble mumble grumble

"Hmm? What was that kitty?"_

"Because you were... different. You were confident, sexy, seemed like you knew what you wanted.."

She squatted down, reaching out to stroke up his neck from behind, leaving Jath purring from the stimulus. Right then it didn't matter that she'd locked him up and was abusing him, going to do who knew what with him, the neck rubs felt great to a cat. "Of course I did. I wanted you, kitten. You're special." Both her gloved paws rubbed up and down his neck, from jaw line to collar, coaxing more obedience from the tiger.

"S-special? How?"

"Mmm... confident, sexy, knew what you wanted... You're a strong one and strong-willed, and that's just the kind of pet I wanted to break in. Not to mention that sexy ass." She growled in his ear, suddenly seizing his rump and giving it a firm squeeze. A very firm squeeze!

Jath yelped in surprise at the sharp sensation, her gloved claws digging into his ass. Yet despite himself, he realized he was throbbing harder than ever, a bit of pre dripping from his tip onto the floor. No... It can't be. I'm liking this?! No no no no!! A broad canine muzzle nuzzled at his sensitive ear, her warm breath tickling the hairs within... and then a broad tongue ran across his flesh, driving him wild. "Ahh! I.. unh .. G-good..." he gasped, cogent language going out the window as she lapped inside his ear.

"You said you wanted to be my kitten. Remember? How's about you give it a try? I think you'll find it very rewarding once you give yourself over to me..."she panted lustfully in his ear, her paws rubbing up and down his sides, one easing around the front.

No words came to his lips, he couldn't find any, simply mewling and purring instead. He gasped sharply, inhaling deep as a gloved paw gently encircled his hardened length. The tiger couldn't bring himself to object or complain. After all, this was what he'd hoped for back at the club, save for being chained up and bound. Her tongue made him melt each time it lapped within his ear, going a little deeper each time, sending shocks of pleasure through his body. Just as steady as her tongue came the strokes of her paw, slick leather slipping easily down his shaft, from base to tip.

"Not so mad at me now are we, kitten?" she breathed, nipping his ear tips. The fingers of her free hand gave one of his ebony nipples a squeeze as he gasped, then yelped out "N-nOooh!!" The pinch to his sensitive flesh made him jump, bucking his hips into her paw, tugging at the base of his cock. Jath was fighting it, trying not to give in and admit he was enjoying this, but he was failing fast at that. Who wouldn't enjoy this just a little? A little voice in his head thought. He was getting his ears licked, a hand job, and even his nipples played with (which he enjoyed more than he would admit). She nestled her head on his shoulder, smiling down as she admired the tiger's studded male hood. The hyena tilted her head down, spitting onto his flesh, lubing up her gloved paw to stroke him faster, firmer, increasing the sensation as she made sure to run her thumb over his feline barbs.

"I knew you'd like this, pet. It's one of the reasons I picked you..."

"I.. Unh! H-huff, I d-don't like being chained up like th-iiiisss!" he groaned as she wrung her paw about his cock, grinning and giggling as she made him stumble his words.

"From what I'm seeing, it seems you do, kitten. You know why?" she kissed his ear affectionately, as if educating a cub. "You're the big male, the stud, the alpha. You always have to be in charge, because that's what everyone expects of you. A gentleman maybe, but the girls who let you take them home from the club know they're getting their fill of this nice, thick, studded cock at night's end and you'll do all the dominant work." Her free paw pulled him close, her leather-bound breasts pressed to his back as she continued. "But you're tired of that. No one ever asked you if you wanted to be the one tied up... and you do. The enjoyment you got out of tying up all those girls?" she leaned in and whispered the last in his ear, pinching his nipple again, "Was because you were imagining them doing it to you, wasn't it?"

She was absolutely right. Jath had always been curious, always fantasized, wanted to be spanked, bound, ordered around. He'd grown weary of having to fill that role... he wanted to submit to someone, and here was a gorgeous dominatrix giving him a hand job. The tiger swallowed his pride and nodded. He didn't know if this exact situation was what he wanted, but she was right about everything... not to mention gorgeous and obviously intelligent.

"Say it, kitten."

"S-say what? ..." he paused. He didn't know her name. She'd never given it the night before, clever girl!

"Mhmm, you may call me Mistress for now. Now tell me, kitten, was I right? What do you really want?"

"You were, right. I... I wanted to be tied up. I wanted somebody else in charge. I needed a... a..."

"Go on. Say it, kitty. I know you want to. Give in and enjoy that fantasy you've dreamed of..."

"I needed... a Mistress."

"Good boy." she praised in his ear, stroking harder and faster in return. "For that, I'll even let my kitten cum." She kissed at the base of his ear again, tongue flicking up into the sensitive canal. She bore down on his length, leaning forward and pressing her chest into him, letting them rest against him, knowing it turned the feline on. "Mmm, so nice and thick. Getting thicker by the minute... Thinking about your Mistress, aren't you kitten? You want me as much as you did last night. Maybe more." He growled in pleasure, tossing his head from side to side and bucking up into that unceasing paw, the leather around him driving him wild. He wouldn't last much longer, he could feel his balls drawing up, preparing to fire. That tingling sensation deep within as his seed prepared to jet out over that sexy gloved paw. Her scent, her confidence, the leather, the chains... his Mistress. Kitten was going over the edge and he knew it. Er! Jath! I'm Jath! Kitten is J.. His impending climax clouded his mind, surely.. No, this is what you've always wanted...

"Yes! God yes, m- .."

"Say it, my kitten. Give yourself to me."

"Ah! Mistress!! Mistress, I'm cumming!! H-holy shit I'm cumming!" he roared, studded member swollen massive in her paw, twitched as the first jets of hot, thick feline seed shot forth, coating his Mistress' gloved fingers.

"Say your name, pet! Pledge it and become mine!"

He mewled as his orgasm continued, shooting rope after rope of gooey semen from his tip. The tiger's shoulders dropped , though his chest swelled out with pride as his mind gave way to his true desires and he became what he'd always dreamed of.

"I, ohh... I am... Your kitten, my Mistress." he huffed, cock starting to soften as he dribbled into and over her paw. Kitten shuddered, his climax teetering off as the last droplets squirted into her cupped paw. The gloved paw rose up before him, right before his nose, still cupped and filled overflowing with his seed. She presented it before him, like the dish he knew he'd soon drink from... like a good kitten.

"Drink, pet. Seal our pact with this... drink your seed."

Kitten gulped nervously. He could smell it, thick and heavy, tangy... knowing it was "salty", according to many past females. Though they always seemed ready to swallow... perhaps it wasn't so bad? His thoughts on the matter had no bearings on his actions, he knew his duty to Mistress. Kitten dipped his head and lapped obediently at his seed, halting after the first tangy lick. However, he soon acclimated. No, not simply acclimated, he came to enjoy it! Wow.. I taste good! The realization was pleasant, as was his Mistress' warm nuzzling, rewarding him as he fed. The rough feline tongue dipped time and time again into the little pool of seed, drinking down every drop he'd spent. Kitten lapped the glove clean, moaning as he sucked each finger clean when prompted... not knowing the training he was currently enjoying would come to much use before he knew it. He sat back, tilting his gaze upward to seek approval at his cleaning job... and his Mistress' smile was kind in return.

"Excellent work, my lovely pet. From now on, you belong to me, understand?" She grinned and rose, rubbing his scalp between his ears. "Oh, and did my kitten enjoy the taste of his seed?"

He nodded eagerly, eyes sparkling with joy at having pleased Mistress, having been a good kitten. "Yes Mistress, I am yours! Kitten enjoyed his seed very much. Thank you for letting me drink it." He purred, almost unable to believe the words coming from his mouth... though it had tasted incredibly good!

"You're welcome, kitten. I'm glad you liked it, as you'll be drinking bowlfuls of it in the future." She chuckled to herself, dark thoughts playing in her mind. More like bowelfuls. She thought, plotting how to savor her new pet. "Mmn, well I think we'd best start teaching you one of your new duties. Aside from cleaning up messes, that is. In fact, it's time to make one..." She giggled darkly, zippers moving as she stood behind Kitten. He heard heavy fabric, snaps, buckles, and leather shifting, clunking against one another. Then boots clopping against the stone floor as she paced about his side to stand before him. Kitten's eyes widened and his jaw hung slightly open, blown away by the sight before him. Mistress was nude, save for her boots and gloves. More to the cause of his surprise, though, was that she was packing a member big and dark enough to match his own! A herm? Never tried that before, but shouldn't I have smelled... wait. Hyena. Pseudopenis. ...and why am I so turned on?! His flaccid length had tried to stiffen. Still too tired to erect, but the feline knew he was aroused!

"You have a most handsome face, Kitten, and I've dreamed of slipping my length between those lips since I saw you. Now, kitten?" She rose her final syllables, questioning tone accompanying her words.

"Y-yes Mistress?"

"Suck my cock, my little slut." she whispered back, pressing her hips forward and grasping the back of his head, not giving him time to avoid or refuse servicing her. The thick, musky length invaded his maw, overwhelming his senses. "There we go. My kitten looks so sexy with his lips wrapped around a cock." she praised, leaving Kitten to wonder what more she had in store for him with that kind of language! Suck! Mistress gave us an order! ...and it smells kinda good. The voice in his head shook him awake, the tiger sucking his lips down around Mistress' member and awkwardly bobbing his head, trying to mimic the behavior of females past. She murred and nodded in reply, watching him with eyes half-lidded.

"Ooh, that's good, kitten. Amateurish so far, but still good. That's okay though, watching you drink up all that seed earlier has got me hot already, I won't last long... and we'll train you to suck cock better with time."

"Mmph!" came Kitten's eager reply, eyes closed in joy at the thought of doing more of this. He was enjoying it, a lot! He bobbed his head with an unexpected eagerness, rough tongue tantalizing the underside of Mistress' cock. The tiger's lips pulled and sucked, tugging harder and harder, trying to suction out whatever would come from that glorious length! Can hyenas even cum from those?! Kitten hoped they could, he wanted to drink another treat. Hell, he wanted to cum again just to lap it up.

"Mmnuh!! Fuck yes! Suck that cock you little whore. Gah, so fucking good.." she gasped, holding his head down onto her length and pumping her hips, gagging Kitten occasionally, but leaving his tongue scrambling to lap more at her, knowing the tiger wanted her cum.

He did want it, more than he could have ever dreamed. However, he'd started sucking harder for another reason: "whore". That word, being called "kitten" and "slut" and "pet" and ever other name she could spout, the filthier the better, was making him more aroused. He looked up, locking eyes with his Mistress, his gaze begging for her to fill his muzzle, wanting to prove what a good cocksucker he could be.

"Eyah! Kitten, I won't last like this! Don't stop! Yes, let me see those pretty eyes, my baby, let me see how much my pet enjoys it when I.. Ohh.. When I... I... c-CUM!! Cumming! Ah! Fuck fuck fuck! I'm cumming!" She all but screamed, hammering her hips forward, hard into Kitten's muzzle, the scent of her female slit beneath wafting up to his nose, making the whole experience even better.

The flesh in his mouth jumped, twitching, swelling just a bit... and swelling a lot at the end! Mistress had a knot, and it was tying with his muzzle! This just turned Kitten on more and he sucked for all he was worth, tongue lashing at the twitching flesh, then greeted with streams of thick cum spattering on his tongue and all along the back of his throat. Kitten purred, head bobbing as best he could as Mistress filled his muzzle, her cum tasting a lot like his own, but sweeter, a certain tang about it he was loving.

"Ohhh.. K-kitten. You... you suck cock better already, sweet pet. Mistress is very proud of you." she huffed, squirting out the last ropes of her gift.

The feline continued to purr, eyes having never drifted from his Mistress', letting her see them sparkle as her feminine "seed" rushed into his muzzle, his enjoyment obvious still as he savored the last drops, rolling them about in his mouth before swallowing. Finally, Kitten slipped back, lapping Mistress' cock clean as he did so, kissing the tip and sitting back with a smile. He rested his paws on his knees, looking up proudly, ready to obey, at his Mistress.

"Mmm.. Good baby. Fuck. So good." she praised, rubbing between his ears.

She smiled and stood, pseudopenis already starting to go flaccid. "Did my little cumguzzler enjoy himself?" she giggled, bestowing a new title upon Kitten, adding to his pride as her pet. "Oh yes, Mistress! Your cum guzzling kitten loved it!" The words rolled proudly off his tongue, accepting his role.

"Glad to hear it, kitten. You've made me so proud already, I can't wait to play with my new pet more." she murred, rubbing her thumb in his ear, making pre drip from his length's tip, even though it was still a bit soft. The tiger's ears were too sensitive.

"Now I'm afraid your Mistress has to go clean up and have some food. You've worn me out, my sweet pet." She nodded in the direction of his bowls, bed, and litter box, Kitten having forgotten about them in all the excitement. "There is food and water for you in your bowls, kitten. The bed will hold a feline of your size, should you grow tired. And the litter box... well, hehe! I hope you're litter trained, pretty kitty!" she giggled, crouching down to ruffle his hair. "Mmm, but if not... we'll get to that training soon too. My pet's going to be ab-so-lute-ly perfect." The hyena smiled, doting upon him, and leaned forward, kissing him sweetly on the nose. She rose, grabbing her discarded clothes and clopping to the door, Kitten remembering how he'd secretly enjoyed the feel of those same noisy heels cutting into his back. He whimpered, length trying to stiffen at the sight he saw. Mistress' bare rear. That glorious ass he'd so admired, swaying to and fro, bracketed by broad hips with her thick, aroused sex protruding below as she made her way to the door. Stepping out, she turned and stuck her head back in before locking the door.

"Oh, and pet?"

"Yes, Mistress?"

"What's your name?" she grinned, licking her lips as she asked.

"Kitten. I am Kitten."