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Kiara wasn't very used to her new lifestyle, but after several adjustments and lessons provided by expert instructors, she thought she had finally started to grasp the ropes of her occupation. She had been instructed to wait for her Master by the door five minutes before he arrived home every day. In the two weeks she had been in his care, she had only been late to the door once, but the punishment for her indiscretion had been more than enough to encourage her early arrival to the premeditated position. She had been granted a plush pillow to kneel on as she waited so that her knees wouldn't bruise, for which she was truly grateful. She considered herself lucky with how her Master treated her; minimal punishment, decent meals, though not as lavish as his own, and her own rooms for her to freely roam around in. Aside from greeting her Master, meals, and the occasional beckoning to the Master's chambers, she wasn't allowed to leave her rooms for her first three months unless there was an emergency or she had specifically been told she was free to wander the grounds that day.

It was absolutely prohibited for her to speak to any of the wait staff, for she was considered to be in an even lower position, and if she tried to communicate with anyone other than her Master without being asked a direct question, she would be gagged for the next 24 hours and go without food for the entire day. Not to say that she didn't enjoy her 'job'. She was provided three meals a day, shelter, and once she was free to come and go as she pleased, she would receive a $5000 allowance every month to spend as she wished. Some other pets she had met while in training said they were happy to receive one nourishing meal a day and the ability to walk around their Master's home, let alone three and freedom to go where they wished. Kiara knew she was fortunate to have gained such a position so quickly, but she was unprepared for the types of punishments she would receive should she fail to live up to the expectations she was held to.

The feline knelt in the foyer of her Master's manor wearing nothing but a small frock and the leash and collar set provided to her on her first day, ready to receive and greet him as he entered through the door. When she heard his key inserted into the lock, her ears perked up and she straightened her back, making sure she looked presentable to him as she would be the first thing her saw when the door opened. The pure black wolf was sharply dressed as always, donning a custom-tailored suit with silver cuff links and a matching tie clip. He flashed a toothy grin at the housecat before shutting the door, making his way to her in three long strides and bending over to caress her cheek. "You look absolutely stunning today, pet, as always." He gestured for her to stand and she immediately obeyed. "I would like to see you in my chambers in exactly one hour. The only thing you need to wear is your collar." He smirked and snaked an arm around her waist, his large paw splayed out against the small of her back and pulling her flush against him. He licked his lips, a low growl emanating from his throat as he whispered in her ear, "Everything else will be prepared by me personally." The feline shuddered, a slight chill running up her spine. She was much smaller than her Master, standing at a mere 5'4 compared to his 6'3, and his paw covered nearly half of her back. He was also very strapping, the muscles in his chiseled torso prominent against her fingertips, even through the several layers of clothing he wore. She simply nodded in response, her entire body pinned against the lupine. "Now then, I shall be in my rooms if you need me. You have been granted a phone in your room, but it only connects to mine. Use it only if you require something important and right at that moment, otherwise it can wait until your three-month probation is over." He took a step back and traced his eyes over the naked cat's form, nodding in approval before making his way upstairs to his private quarters without another word.

Kiara waited until her Master was in his room before starting off towards the basement. It had been transformed solely for the purpose of her arrival into her own set of rooms. She may have had the lowest position in the household, but the only quarters to rival her own were her Master's. She had her own suite, complete with a lounge area and a large bathroom, but it lacked windows. There was no natural lighting and every night at ten o'clock, the power to the basement would be shut off, shrouding everything in darkness. She was permitted one candle to leave on her nightstand in case she needed to make a trip to the toilet in the middle of the night, but otherwise, she was to remain in bed until six the next morning when the maidservants would wake her to begin her day. The entire wait staff had rooms on the second floor, most of them containing nothing more than a wardrobe, a vanity, a chest of drawers, and a bed. Between the fifteen maids, butlers, and various other employees, there were two full baths for their use. The fact that their employer's pet was gifted nicer rooms made several of them quite envious, but they hid it well due to the fact that he had warned them that if they complained about the difference in treatment, they would be seeking a new job the next day.

Kiara opened the door to the basement and shut it softly behind her, releasing a breath she hadn't noticed she was holding until she was away from the glaring eyes of the staff. Most of them openly disliked her, calling her names such as 'slut', 'whore', and 'bitch' behind her Master's back, but she refused to bring this to his attention for fear of invoking his anger. She sighed inwardly and collapsed on her bed, the soft covers nice and cool against her silky black fur. She used to dislike how dark her fur was, but it was exactly that which caught the attention of her Master.

Ever since she was little she stood out, her raven fur causing several others to look at her as a freak. The town she grew up in was very superstitious, associating any person with completely black fur with evil and witchcraft. Neither of her parents had solid black coats. In fact, they were both completely white, and they saw her as an abomination, leaving her to sleep on a straw mat in a shed and only providing her with leftovers from their meals. Her Master had been a godsend. He'd spotted her sleeping in her shed one night and approached the house. Her parents were more than willing to hand over the 18-year-old to the stranger and Kiara had no issues with it. Any place is better than here, she had thought. He had approached her and introduced himself as John, taking her paw and leading her to his car. And that was how she ended up where she was now, taken in by a complete stranger and given more in two weeks than her parents had provided in eighteen years.

Her first few days were a struggle though. She was constantly getting into trouble with either the staff or the Master himself; speaking without permission, leaving her rooms and wandering the house on her own accord, and failing to be where she was told to be when she was told to be there. She had been punished accordingly for each blunder, required to complete different tasks under supervision of the manor's Head House-maid. The older rabbit, Karen, seemed to be one of the only residents to have taken a liking to her aside from the Master himself, showing her the ropes and teaching her the dos and don'ts of the position. It took a few days for Kiara to finally learn her place in the house, but once she did, she found her new life to be much easier.

The first time she had been called into her Master's chambers, she thought she had done something wrong. She had approached his rooms and raised a shaking paw, knocking lightly on the mahogany door. His heavy voice had bid her to enter, so she careful turned the knob and stepped into the room, shutting the door behind her. John was sitting in an armchair in front of his fireplace, and without looking at her, he gestured for her to sit on a wooden stool placed beside him. She quickly followed the silent order and took her seat, fidgeting and looking down at her lap.

"You've done well these past few days. Karen informs me that she has had no trouble with you and that you have followed every set rule." He glanced over and gently laid his paw on her shoulder, a hint of a smile pulling at his lips. "I know the change hasn't been easy for you, but I hope that in time you will see that this is what is best for you. Your parents didn't even have the decency to educate you, and without an education, you won't make it very far in life." He shifted in his seat and patted his knee, signaling for the feline to take her place in his lap instead of the stool. Hesitantly, she stood and he immediately pulled her to him, cradling her small body against his much larger frame. "I do not wish to cause you harm, my pet, only to offer you protection and security from the world. I have informed the staff that you are not to leave the house for three months, that way I can monitor your progress and you can grow accustomed to your new life, for I have no plans of releasing you any time soon." He lightly caressed her, trailing his fingers down her arm as he spoke. "You may not agree with my decisions, but I know in time that you will have no qualms about remaining in my possession. Once your probation is over, you will have freedom to roam around the house and go out into town. You will be granted a monthly allowance for anything you might need, but it is the only money you are to receive, so spend it wisely." She nodded and lay her head on his chest, the foreign feeling of a comforting touch filling her with warmth inside. She had spent an hour in her Master's room before he had dismissed her and he had called her back only twice since then just to talk.

She looked over at her clock. It's been nearly an hour. I only have a little longer before I need to head up to Master's quarters. She sighed and rolled onto her stomach. She had never been asked to visit her Master wearing nothing but her collar before and it caught her a little off-guard, but she knew better than to question his motives. She figured it might just be a long overdue inspection. Every pet went through one while in training to make sure they were in top physical condition for their Masters, but for some reason, her Master hadn't called her for one yet. She removed her dress and stood in front of her full-length mirror, running her fingers through her hair and studying her naked reflection. Aside from her pitch black fur, the only other thing that stood out were her electric blue bangs, a dye job she had gotten done just two days before she was transferred into the hands of her Master. Most pets would have been forced to return it to their natural color, but John had just complimented her and told her it brought out the blue of her eyes. The memory brought a smile to her lips and she gave herself one last look before straightening her collar and starting for the door.

The thought of walking nude through the manor was enough to make her feel self-conscious, but actually doing it was fairly terrifying. She looked around every corner before continuing on her path to the third floor where her Master was waiting, sprinting down the hallways and letting out a sigh of relief when she finally reached the large door. Taking a deep breath, she knocked gently and waited for her Master's response. Nothing. She waited another minute before knocking a second time, once again greeted by the sound of silence. She huffed and stared at the door in confusion before she heard the knob turn from the inside. She was surprised to see the head of her Master's personal staff, a deer named Antoine, opening the door and motioning for her to enter. "The Master is almost done with his preparations. I have been informed to instruct you to wait in the lounge area until he is finished." Kiara nodded and stepped inside the room making her way to the chair her Master had brought in for her so she could have a place to sit when he called for her presence. Antoine entered their Master's personal bedroom to inform him of her arrival before swiftly making his exit, leaving the feline alone on the third floor with the wolf.

She hadn't waited long until he made his appearance, dressed in nothing but a pair of dark denim jeans and leaving his muscular torso exposed. It made her blush to see so much of him, but she couldn't seem to look away. "Hello pet, I'm glad to see you have made it here on time. Please, join me in my room and I will explain what is going on." He stepped aside and she stood, crossing the room and entering his bedroom. What she saw on the bed made her stop in her tracks. There were several lengths of rope, a riding crop, and a ball gag all spread out on the covers. She felt her breath catch in her throat as she turned to face him, her eyes wide with both panic and confusion. Surely those weren't meant to be used on her...?

"Now my dear, I have waited for you to grow more accustomed to this new life, but this is something that must be done. As my pet, you don't have very many duties, only to keep me satisfied, whatever that may mean at the time, and at the moment that means to fulfill my sexual needs." He brushed passed her and took up the gag, beckoning her over to him with a simple tilt of his head. She cautiously took a few steps forward, eyeing the plastic gag in the wolf's paw as she stood before him. She looked at him and he barked out a single word. "Open." She parted her lips just slightly, enough so that the ball could be inserted, and he fastened the strap behind her head. He took a step back, his eyes scanning over her body and making her feel even more naked. He grabbed the riding crop from the bed and slid it over her torso, the cool leather kissing her skin as he trailed it lower and lower. "Spread your legs, pet. Let me have a good look at you." She did as her Master commanded and stood with her feetpaws at shoulder width, the crop sliding lower and lower until it reached the outer folds of her sex. He took two steps towards her, closing the space between them and sliding a paw where the crop lay before slipping a finger into her most intimate region. "Still a virgin, pet? That's good, that's good." She blushed furiously as he continued his inspection, groping and poking at various parts of her body until he was satisfied.

"Bend over and grab your ankles, pet." He stepped behind the cat, placing her palm between her shoulders and pressing down softly. She wrapped her fingers around her ankles, her hair forming a curtain around her face as she stared at the floor. She felt the crop sliding between her lips, poking and prodding at her sex, his fingers soon to join. He pulled the leather away and placed a paw on her hip, holding her steady as he slid a finger inside of her, her body stretching uncomfortably around the large digit. A small muffled moan sounded from around her gag and she felt her thigh quiver. Never had anyone touched her this way before and it made her feel hot in her core. The wolf slowly thrust his finger in and out of her, working her tight hole until he could slide another digit inside of her to join the first. He continued his steady rhythm for another minute before removing both fingers from her and stepping back, leaving the shaking feline to support herself. "On the bed, pet. Since you've been compliant with my wishes, the ropes will be unneeded this time, but I can change my mind at any time should you decide to be uncooperative." Kiara stumbled over to the king-sized bed, crawling over the mattress and lying on her back. She looked over just in time to see her Master removing his pants, freeing his massive erection before he crawled over top of her. "Now my little kitten, I won't tell you this isn't going to hurt, especially with your virgin status and my girth, but trust me when I say I will have you feeling satisfied before the night is over. You just need to relax and-" Without finishing his statement, he thrust into her, wincing slightly but keeping a straight face as the young girl writhed and whimpered below him. He slid an arm around her waist and held her as still as possible, not wanting her to feel anymore pain than she was already experiencing. After a few minutes of lying in almost complete silence, he lowered her back to the bed and unfastened her gag, tossing it aside and laying his paw gently on her cheek.

"Kiara, my pet, does it still hurt?" He moved just slightly inside of her and she responded with a soft moan, her fingers curling into the soft fabric of the sheets. "N-not as much, Sir, but it is still slightly uncomfortable," she whispered softly, her eyes closed and her body shaking slightly beneath him. Without another word he slowly began to slide out of her, waiting until the only part of him that remained inside was his tip before pressing further inside of her. He'd been a lot of girls' first before, but never had he been inside of one as tight and inviting as Kiara. He reached down to cup one of her perfect, perky breasts, rolling a tiny blue nipple between his thumb and forefinger and developing his rhythm, pushing just a little deeper inside of her with each thrust. The feline let out a series of soft moans and whimpers that only spurred him on more, wanting to hear her cry out for him as he took her for the first time. The sounds she made as he fucked her were music to his ears and he sped up, moving faster and faster inside of her until her whimpers became moans and her moans became cries of ecstasy.

He flipped her over onto her knees, reaching down to spread her gorgeous ass and sliding his cock against her silky folds. "What do you want, my pet? I want to hear you say it." The feline mumbled something into the sheets and pushed back against him, apparently just as eager to have him inside of her again as he was. "What was that, little kitten? You're going to need to speak up if you have any hopes of me hearing you," he teased, groping and massaging her perfect rear end. A soft moan escaped from between her lips, her breath coming out in soft pants. "P-please fuck me, Sir. I want to feel you inside of me again." And he did just that, plunging into her with no hesitation and burying his length deep inside of her, eliciting a loud cry from the female. He thrust into her over and over, her tight hole sucking him back in every time he drew back. He slid a paw to her front to cover her breast, groping and teasing her as his other paw laid just above her clit, his thumb brushing over the sensitive bundle of nerves. Kiara released a loud cry and bucked against the wolf, moving against him and pushing him further onto his length as she reached her climax, his knot spreading her lower lips before popping into her sex. With a few more hard thrusts, her Master finally reached his own orgasm, thick ropes of his cum coating her insides as they both collapsed into the bed, panting heavily.

Half an hour later, John had both of his arms wrapped around Kiara, holding her tightly against his chest as she dozed. Their intimate time together had worn her out and it didn't take long for her to reach unconsciousness, the warm embrace of her Master making her feel more comfortable and secure than she ever had before. The wolf unwrapped his arms from around the fragile feline and he slid out of bed, slipping back into his jeans before wrapping his kitten in the silky bed sheets and carrying her downstairs. The incredulous stares from the wait staff were enough for him to know that Kiara would be going through Hell with them for the next few day, but he would see to it that no real harm would come to the girl. He continued down the steps to her basement room, opening the door and carrying to her bed, gently lying her down and tucking her in for the night. "Sweet dreams, my pet. I shall be seeing you in the morning."