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Mellissa felt numb, her mind echoing the colour of the emotionless grey walls that surrounded her with an inescapable finality that she knew should have terrified her. And most likely would have done had she not been in what her rational mind would have described as a state of shock. The thing is, nothing about this was rational. Even sitting here in this cell that she had been escorted to straight from the courtroom, she couldn't believe this was happening to her.

That had been the one thought that kept running through the tigresses mind even as she had been processed, logged and documented like a piece of cargo. To say nothing of the humiliation of being forced to strip, her cute outfit of pink tshirt and faded jeans replaced with this rough brown jumpsuit. They had even taken her underwear and her shoes. Yet even through all that degradation, she couldn't clear her mind of how unfair this was. After all, it wasn't her fault that her ex wracked up huge bills on her credit cards and then split leaving her with this massive debt around her neck. Something she had, perhaps naively in hindsight, believed she could explain to the court. Any hopes of leniency she might have received were dashed when the judge cut her off to explain that as her name was on the card, she was liable for the bills. And that it came down to her to pay off the 20,000 crystals she owed.

20,000. It was a number so big that she couldn't even process it, her yearly earnings barely a fraction of the debt now hanging around her neck like a millstone, dragging away any hopes she had for her future. The shock of it must be keeping her tears at bay, tears for all the dreams and plans she had for her life, plans that had been torn away from her. But even now Mellissa could feel that fading and once it did they would no doubt take over.

Never had she felt so lost. Like she had lost everything. The life she had imagined. Her home. Okay, it hadn't been her home. Her ex had held the lease. And it was worth a lot too, something she had also counted on to help ease the burden on her. Sadly it turned out he had racked up plenty of debts without her help, so the capital of his house had been sold to ease that. What happened to her stuff she couldn't bare to think. It was maybe a silly thing to worry about possessions at this point, but Mellissa couldn't help being distraught at the thought of losing everything she owned; all her clothes and mementos and physical memories all bundled up and taken who knows where, never to be seen again.

That was the tipping point, that single thought sending Mellissa's control crumbling away and before she knew it her head was buried in her paws. Hot salty tears trickled down her face and over those paws that did little to muffle her sobs of loss and anguish.

Beneath that anguish and pain lay true terror, terror that only served to heighten her distress and her choked sobs. She had been trying not to think about it, but she knew what happened next. There was only one punishment for such debts, punishment and solution wrapped up in one neatly cruel package. She would be sold as a slave, working unpaid to clear her debts. For years and years. Maybe half her life. Decades and decades of her life gone as punishment for a crime not her doing.

The unfairness of it was driven home like stake to the heart, Mellissa screaming out frustration and sorrow so deep they felt like they had no end. Even under that scream, Mellissa couldn't miss the cell door opening. Before the squeak of the rusty hinges had faded she had raised her head, proudly and defiantly showing her bloodshot eyes and tear matted fur.

'Piss off!'

'Charming. Then again, I suppose I can understand you being stressed.' The owner of that voice didn't sound offended, her words filled with a sympathetic, even caring tone that tugged at her heart strings. 'This hasn't been a good day for you. Luckily, I'm here to make it better.'

'Oh yes?' Mellissa wiped away her tears, sorrow giving way to fury that maybe the immaculately dressed vixen didn't deserve, the obvious cost of the slinky black dress that hugged her figure only driving home her current condition. 'Drag me off to your little slave hovel and get me slaving away for you. Yes, that is much better.'

'I'm not dragging you off anywhere, my dear Mellissa.' The vixen said coolly. 'I'm taking you home. With me. See, I've paid your debts off. In full. All 20,000 crystals. Gone. Cleared. Thrown to the wind. I've also bought you, my dear. A seven year contract to be my slave. Now, I know what you are thinking. How is that better? Well, let's face facts, sooner or later, someone is taking you out of here. Now, that can be me. You can come with me, back to my Penthouse where I promise I will treat you fairly if you play fair by me. Or you can wait for some slave owner to drag you off to a crowded bordello where no one makes any promises about your treatment.'

Mellissa sat back, stunned not doing how she felt justice. She was having trouble even processing what she had said, her mind still locked on the words 'I've paid your debts off.' With a big swallow she managed to find her voice. 'I..guess I don't have much choice. Do I?'

---

Despite her shock, or maybe because of it, Mellissa had let herself meekly be lead out of the cells by one of the burly guards who had dragged her there in the first place, the stern rhino being none to gentle as he hauled her towards the custody desk where she had been checked in. And towards where her new mistress is waiting, clearly engrossed in completing some paperwork the desk Sargent had given her. No doubt her new slave contract, the single piece of paper that would bind her to the vixen and make her hers.

That was what Mellissa couldn't accept. Something she distracted herself from by focusing on her voice. Well, tried to anyway. Sadly the next words she heard didn't exactly help her.

'So..a new one huh? You know, it's always the new ones that end up giving you trouble. If this one does, bring her back and we can break her in a little. Pass her around the boys until she thinks of nothing but cock.'

Mellissa started, her relieved shock at being free of her debts that she was still trying to process crumbling in the face of that lewd statement. Trying not to give into panic, her eyes flicked towards the vixen as her one lifeline in this situation, searching desperately for any sign that she wouldn't accept that proposal.

'That won't be necessary.' The vixen said sharply. 'I'll remind that she is a person as well as my slave. So on both counts will I not let you abuse her in that fashion. Come, Mellissa. Let's get out of here.'

---

Despite the questions warring in her head, Mellissa kept her silence all the way out of the detention centre and all through the interminably long elevator ride which carried them down to the parking lot. Even when they stepped out of the elevator and away from the perimeter of the building, the tigress didn't dare speak for fear of some infraction that might get her sent back despite the vixens promises. Still, she couldn't keep her mouth shut when she saw their destination.

'Is that yours?' Mellissa asked, almost awed by the sight of the red sports car that most likely cost a hundred times more then her former debt. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have..'

'Should you not?' The vixen asked soothingly. 'If I wanted a mute companion, I would have purchased a store mannequin. I have no problem with curiosity. Only disobedience. The difference between them you will learn in time. And yes, it's my car. So, I suggest we make use of it. In you get.'

Again grateful to hear she wasn't being left here, Mellissa climbed into the passenger seat and hastily fastened her belt as she felt the powerful engine rumble to life beneath the chassis, trying not to be overwhelmed by the lavish nature of her surroundings and failing utterly. How could she not, with the plush leather seats still with that new car smell and the polished chrome on the dashboard that was such a change from anything she knew that she couldn't help it.

'Did you mean what you said?' Mellissa asked carefully, once again relying on the sound of her voice to ground her. 'To the officer back there?'

'I did. You know you aren't something to be abused or hurt for the enjoyment of others.' The vixen said, her eyes not leaving the road as she steered easily out into the light traffic. 'Doesn't change the fact that I own you now, but I'm not going to hurt you.'

Mellissa wasn't sure what to make of that, her tone that had firmed up when she said she owned her still tinged with an undertone of compassion that she couldn't help but cling too as her one ray of hope in this crazy situation. Still, she decided to hold any more questions until they arrived at wherever they are going.

---

If the interior of the car had left Mellissa feeling a tad overwhelmed, it was nothing to the first sight of the building she was now going to call home. Deep in the back of her head, she had somehow doubted the use of the word Penthouse, wondering in that had been a poorly worded disguise for apartment. Or something worse. But as it turned out, the vixen had been perfectly literal.

That had been obvious the second she was ushered into the elevator that couldn't have been more different to the one at the detention centre, her baffled face shining back at her from the dozens of polished gold surfaces that surrounded her. Yet even that couldn't compare to what she saw after they were whisked up to the 42nd floor, the short corridor that lead to the Penthouse probably cost more to decorate than her entire house. Yet all that was nothing to what lay on the other side of the door the vixen opened with a delicate click of the key.

Mellissa really had no idea where to look first, her eyes darting from the polished wooden walls to the lush carpet under foot to the stylishly decorated furniture, finally settling on the vixen with a stunned look that must have been what prompted her chuckle.

'Like what you see, I take it. I'll show you around later. For now, you must be exhausted. Let's have some refreshment.'

---

Which was what lead them to now, Mellissa seated on the black leather couch feeling out of place in her overalls but still gratefully sipping a cup of fragrant tea that soothed her frayed nerves even only a little.

'So, I imagine you have questions.' The vixen said from where she sat completely at her ease with one leg crossed elegantly over the other. 'But let's start with some introductions. My name is Samantha. Not Sam, not Sammie but Samantha. To you though, I am Mistress Samantha or just Mistress. When around the house, you may just call me Mistress. But when we are out in public, only Mistress Samantha is appropriate. That is my golden rule.'

'So..I'm not just going to be kept here?' Mellissa asked slowly, as slowly as she was still taking this in. And while maybe on some level it had sunk it, there was still so much she didn't know and was almost scared to ask. She was a slave now after all, the sheaf's of paper on the table that could only be her slave contract spoke to that.

'What good is a slave if one doesn't show her off now and again.' Samantha answered cryptically. 'Now, some ground rules need to be laid down. One. Remember what we said about disobedience? It's something I will not accept. Anytime I give you a command, I expect it to be obeyed instantly and without question. Hesitation will result in a punishment for you. Two. All your rights and freedoms have been signed over to me. All of them. You will wake when I tell you, wear what I tell you to wear and either go where I am or stay where I tell you. But if I don't tell you to stay somewhere, you have the free reign of the Penthouse. Three. You may not change your clothing without permission from me. That includes to bathe or wash. Those things you will do with me as well. Four. You are always to greet me with a kiss on my paw and by calling me Mistress. Good morning Mistress might be appropriate for example. I trust all of those make sense.'

'Perfectly.' Mellissa replied dryly, only to flinch as Samantha clicked her tongue sharply.

'I have the same issue with discourtesy as well as disobedience. But everyone gets one grace period, kitten. And that was yours. Now, to more pleasant things. As I said, you have free reign of the house. As well as something's in it. I always have plenty of food in the house so you may feel free to help yourself to something should you feel hungry or thirsty. Except when eating with me if I have company. Then I will provide you with what to eat. I also took the liberty of collecting what I assumed were your possessions from your old house, mostly your clothes and the things from your room. If anything important is missing, the remainder will be kept in storage for at least a year, so we can easily collect anything sentimental you might miss.'

'Thank you, mistress.' Mellissa said, suddenly genuinely grateful and thinking that a little curtesy might be in order. 'I have a room here? A room to myself?'

Samantha just nodded. 'I will show you later. Now, you could do with a shower and a change of clothes I'll wager. Yes? Good. Get undressed.'

'What? Here?' Mellissa lurched from pleasant surprise to complete embarrassment in barely a heartbeat, her cheeks blazing with a not entirely unpleasant warmth even if it was one that had her squirming.

'Did you forget what I said about hesitation.' Samantha's voice was as firm as her gaze. 'Undress. Now.'

Balking at the meaning of that, paws almost trembling from the very thought of what punishment she might earn Mellissa fumbled with the hem of the jumpsuit; more than a little grateful she didn't have to fiddle with buttons. As it was, it felt like it took far too long to get her shirt off and yet not long enough. See, Mellissa had been stripped of underwear already, so this simple action would render her topless.

Yet she couldn't stop, having no choice but to let her shirt drop to her side instead of doing what every instinct in her body screamed to do; namely press it to her chest in a futile attempt to preserve her modesty.

'And the rest.' Samantha prompted firmly. 'Don't dawdle now. I want to see you.'

Mellissa very nearly balked again, suddenly hyper aware of the secret she had kept hidden her whole life, the one thing that had driven her to shower alone all through college just to hide the shameful difference of her body. It was only her last drop of self-control literally forcing her to hook her fingers under the waist band of her trousers and tug them down before she could change her mind. Down they went, over her waist and hips, inching lower and lower until she couldn't hide any longer. Couldn't hide the bulge of the sheath that nestled between her legs, resting inches above her pussy and smooth furless sack.

'So...they really weren't lying about you.' Samantha's mouth flicked into a coy smile. 'A true hermaphrodite. I knew I would have to see it to believe it.'

That did it. Mellissa couldn't take any more. Squirming with revulsion, shame and self loathing she spun to present her back to her mistress. At that moment she didn't care about punishment or disobedience, she just wanted to crawl into a hole and hide. 'No. Don't look at me. No one should see this. It's wrong, it's..unnatural.'

That pained and terrified outburst didn't exactly stop Mellissa tensing up. Or flinching as a paw rested lightly on her shoulder. 'Now..whoever told you that was a first class idiot, my dear.' Samantha tutted soothingly. 'There is nothing unnatural about who you are. Trust me, I see things differently to others. I adore all things in nature. And nature made you this way. So, I adore you too. Now, run alonb upstairs and take that shower. First door on the left when you get upstairs. Leave those clothes. I will have them disposed off and others brought to you. Go.'

Not having much choice and with her head practically swimming with confusion and conflict, Mellissa left as quickly as she could without appearing to be fleeing.

---

Confused and dazed as she was, Mellissa was still able to find her way to the bathroom easily enough. And luckily without encountering anyone else. Granted, she didn't know that there was anyone else here but that didn't help the worry that someone would see her as she padded along naked as the day she was born. So it was with understandable relief that Mellissa found and slipped into the shower, hastily closing the door behind her.

Only then did she turn to take in her surroundings; her breath instantly catching in her throat. In hindsight, she supposed she should have expected the lavish opulence to continue up here but that didn't help when immediately confronted by the pearl tiled walls and floor that matched perfectly with the polished silver fittings of the basin and shower. Not wanting to be caught staring, Mellissa hastily crossed to the shower, pulled open the frosted door and stepped inside. While the decoration of the shower was unlike anything she had seen before, that didn't stop her quickly working out the controls. It was barely a minute's work to set the temperature and pressure to how she liked it, Mellissa gratefully stepping under the steamy stream, letting it wash away the memory of the horrible detention centre as much as the sweat from the equally uncomfortable jumpsuit.

Funny thing was, Mellissa actually found herself starting to relax a little, her body giving way to instinct as she tipped her head back to leg the soothing water cascade over her ears and through her hair. Which was probably the reason she failed to hear the door to the shower open and close behind her.

'Well..it's nice to see you relaxing.'

Mellissa had never been one to take fright easily, but the sudden whisper in her ear did the trick nicely. With a shriek that left her blushing, Mellissa leapt forward a pace, her feet getting tangled up and sending her stumbling backwards into the vixen's arms. Her naked arms. Okay, they had always been naked. But now the rest of her was too, her bare chest and stomach pressed against her back as she supported her.

Her blush didn't exactly fade as she became aware of the vixen chuckling softly. 'I'm sorry. I didn't mean to startle you. I suppose I wanted to surprise you.'

'W..well...yo..you did that.' Mellissa stammered shakily, completely thrown by the casual closeness of the naked vixen which had her totally out of her comfort zone.

'Look at you. You're trembling.' Samantha whispered. 'That's no good. You can't wash yourself like that. Here. Turn around and let me help you.'

'You don't have to fear me.' Samantha continued, grabbing a bottle of shower gel from behind her. 'I'm not going to do anything to hurt you, remember.'

'I know. You just startled me, mistress.' Mellissa replied, hoping that she believed that and didn't press deeper for the true cause of her anxiety.

'Funny. I wouldn't have taken you for a scaredy cat.' Samantha chuckled, softly working the suds into a rich lather over her paws. 'Now, just relax.'

That was easier said than done, Mellissa unable to completely keep from tensing up the second those soapy paws brushed over her shoulder blades. Inside she was trembling, every instinct of hers saying this shouldn't be happening. Made all the more conflicting by how good it felt. And it did. Yet, it shouldn't. That was the cycle of logic bouncing around in a Mellissa's head, the two conflicting beliefs making her head spin.

'I thought I said relax, kitten.' Samantha chided softly, her tone more concerned than critical. Or at least she hoped so. 'Look at you. All hunched up and taut like a wire. Anyone would think you'd never shared a shower with anyone before.'

'Well...I haven't.' Mellissa uttered softly, fighting the urge to hang her head in shame. 'I've..hardly ever been naked with anyone else before.'

'Really?' There was genuine surprise and concern in Samantha's voice now. 'I thought you had a boyfriend. You mean to say that you two never...'

'Never.' Mellissa shook her head slowly. 'He didn't want me that way. Not when he found out about my body. About..my..difference. Maybe even before then. He never mentioned it or spoke about it. But he knew about it. He just...wanted me to please him. And..I did..I..maybe I was a fool.'

'He was the fool, not you.' Samantha replied. 'If he couldn't see your beauty, then he didn't deserve to be with you.'

'Beauty?' Mellissa snorted, eyeing her length with a narrow stare. 'You wouldn't say that if you had one of these. If you were some..freak of nature that no one would want to even look at, never mind want to be with.'

'Now, that's nonsense.' Samantha chided, strong paws turning Mellissa to face her firmly. 'I can say that. Since, like you, I do have one of these.'

'You are just saying th..oh my goddess.' Mellissa breathed, her gaze settling on the now obvious bulge of a sheath between her mistresses legs. 'You..I..wha...you have one too.'

'I do.' Samantha smiled. 'And I've never felt it made me a freak. And no one should ever have made you feel that way either. I think we are going to have to do something about that. Now, turn back around.'

Not entirely sure what that meant, but didn't think that she could resist her mistress as she or shi perhaps might be the proper pronoun turned her around gently. Not that Mellissa resisted, fully prepared to submit to being washed again so she could just get this over with.

'So..if you have never been touched like this, then people haven't been treating you right.' Samantha continued, the soft soapy touch now running down her back, light touches of fingertips running through her fur. 'Doesn't it feel nice? The way my fingers sink into your fur? All cats like to be stroked after all. To be touched. And caressed.'

'Well..it does feel nice.' Mellissa squirmed, fighting a purr building in her throat.

'That's because you deserve to be loved.' Samantha churred softly. 'And I'm going to love all of you, my dear.'

'But...I'm just a slave.' Mellissa whimpered, the touch now noticeably lower on her back, the thought about where it might go sending a shiver up her spine. 'Why would you want to love me.'

'Because I brought you as my sex slave, my dear.' Samantha chuckled. 'You aren't just a pretty bauble to look at or some vassal to serve and scrape for me. No, I'm going to enjoy all of you. And bring you pleasure the likes of which you have never known. If you are a good slave, a good pet, then I will be good to you. I can punish of course. But I can also reward. See how you are trembling just from this. Imagine if I was to kiss my way down your back instead, caressing all of you with my lips. Or tie you down to your bed and kiss you from head to toe until you were squirming and begging for me to fuck you.'

Mellissa couldn't help squirming at that, suddenly, urgently almost moving with that thought. Something that felt so confusingly right and wrong at the same time.

'See. I knew you would like that.' Samantha purred, hir lips ever so lightly and tenderly brushing her ear. 'I know so many ways to please a man and a woman. And you are both, my dear. In all the right ways.'

Mellissa wasn't sure how to react or what to make of that. All confusion and baffling new sensation aside, there was no other way for her to react when her mistresses paw slipped around her hips to brush her cock with a soapy touch that left her trembling.

If only she had stayed in that reaction, it might have been okay. But suddenly, overwhelming, it was too much and Mellissa leapt away again. Literally leapt, her mind taking over and reacting in her panic. 'No..don't touch me. It's wrong. Disgusting. I'm disgusting.'

Almost frozen with that panic, Mellissa again searched her new mistress' eyes for any sign of anger or silently fury that would indicate a punishment. Yet all she could see was the glimmer of compassion, of worried almost tender sympathy. If with a predatory undertow. It was that undertow that only grew, Samantha stepping forward almost forcing the tigress to retreat before hir. Until she was brought up short by the rear wall of the shower, trapped under the spray with nowhere else to go.

Mellissa whined like a kitten, her paws scrabbling at the smooth tiles in a desperate urge to do something, her body trembling with an anxiety she had never felt. One that built and built until she feared she might explode, especially when her mistress rested both paws on her shoulders.

There was no resisting the new wave of tension that gripped her, not fading until her mistress drew her into a close hug, embraced firmly in hir strong arms. 'Silly kitten.' It was hir voice that guided her to relax, the low soothing tone somehow breaking through her panic. 'Don't ever think such things. You are not wrong. Or disgusting. You have a beautiful body. So what if you have something other women don't have. That matters not to me. Not in a bad way. Oh, no. I do have a weakness for a big, feline cock my dear. And I mean to enjoy yours. But not yet. I'll go slow for you.'

'You..mean that?' Mellissa whispered.

'I do.' Samantha loosened hir hug a little, still staying close enough to that hir breasts brushed against the tigress'. 'Now..let me love you.'

'How do you..mmmm.' Mellissa sighed softly, her half formed question answered instantly, right from the first brush of her mistress' lips on her neck. Just one quick kiss, delicate and fleeting. But still sending wonderful tingles down her spine.

'See..women are so tactile.' Samantha purred. 'We just love to be touched. To be kissed and pampered and loved. I can do such wickedly pleasurable things to you with my tongue.'

'And..your lips.' Mellissa dared to whisper that, fighting to utter each word. Something that was truly an uphill struggle given how Samantha was laying sweet kisses on her Adam's apple, teasing her there before gliding down to her collar bone.

'And I can do so much more. But you are going to have to submit to me, kitten.' Samantha purred. 'You are going to have to say you want this. Or I can just stop right here and leave you to wash alone. And don't even think about touching yourself. I'll know if you do.'

'I...I...' Mellissa hesitated, her heart pounding a million miles an hour in her chest. 'Please....don't stop.'

'Mmm...that's not good enough kitten.' Samantha said firmly, as firmly as shi drew hir mouth away from her needy flesh. The sudden cessation of contact leaving her squirming for it, especially as hir mouth lowered right to her breast, soft breath teasing her nipple. 'I want to hear you say it properly. To ask me properly.'

'I'm..mmmmm...I'm sorry mistress.' Mellissa whimpered. 'I want this. Please. Please. Please don't stop mistress.' Part of her almost balked at that, unable to avoid the realisation she had taken the first step to submitting to this new role. The rest of her, the sensual side of her suppressed for so long didn't care, craving it like a woman who has only just realised how thirsty she was after being offered a glass of water.

'That's better. Such a good kitten you are.' Samantha purred again, allowing hir lips to brush against her eager nipple, drawing a shaking gasp from the tigress. 'And I'd love to please you properly. But we are short on time. However, we have time enough for this.'

If that kiss on her breast had felt good, it was nothing to the way shi kissed down her stomach, leaving Mellissa in no doubt where shi was going. She barely had time to wonder if she even wanted that, her heart pounding like a hammer until hir mouth closed around the head of her cock.

Just one suckle and Mellisa mewed in unabashed pleasure, a deep wave of tension gripping her to coincide with pleasure unlike she had ever imagined. This was beyond her experience, her virgin cock unaccustomed to being touched, never even having felt the hesitant ministrations of teen masturbation. It was only fear of taking that too far that made her freeze, able to do nothing but watch as her mistress lightly bobbed over her head, hir lips wrapped tight around her. Which didn't stop her feeling every throb and pulse of pleasure that built with each second that passed.

'Ohh...mistress...that feels so good.' Mellissa whimpered, a sound that only grew as the soft contact was pulled away to leave her both confused and frustrated.

'I know, kitten. But we have to leave that there.' Samantha said, hir casual tone a counterpoint to the fresh frenzied whimper that built in the tigress' throat, made all the worse by the terrible realisation that shi truly meant to leave her like this, so keyed up and unfulfilled. 'Now..finish washing yourself and join me in my room. Just across the hall from this one. And kitten, remember, don't touch yourself. Unless you want to be punished.'

So firm was hit tone that Mellissa didn't dare think about disobeying, hastily turning the temperature of the shower down a little, forcing herself to finish her shower as quickly as she could before she disobeyed.

---

The three weeks since she had moved in had gone like a blur, carried along by a rush of experiences and encounters that Mellissa would never have dreamed about. Yet through it all, Samantha had been true to her word. Never had she so much as raised a finger towards her or even made her feel in the slightest she should fear her. Which wasn't to say she hadn't been firm with her, making it clear right from day one where the line was drawn. A line that Mellissa had strayed over a few times. In hindsight, that was unavoidable really. After all, it was hard not to go on instinct and do things that have always been second nature to you, especially first thing in the morning. To her credit, for the first week Mellissa had been very much on the ball. Perhaps because she hadn't settled in yet, everything still feeling so overwhelmingly new that she had been terrified of putting a foot wrong. Familiarity does breed contempt or so the saying goes. And the same could easily be true for breeding a certain lack of caution as well. Which was definitely the case that one morning Mellissa had awoken not with a jolt of still uncertain realisation of where she was but more with a almost comforting awareness of her mistress sleeping behind her, still softly spooned against her back where they had both retired to hir bed for the first time, taking a step beyond the evening ritual of showering together they had developed over the first week.

Showers that often ended up as much more, her mistress delighting in teasing her with warm soapy touches that always served to get her hot and bothered; building a sexual delight that was never allowed to go beyond teasing. As much as Mellissa wanted that, however secretly, she hadn't felt able to push that barrier that seemed to exist between them.

However, when she suggested pushing it herself, Mellissa couldn't exactly say no. Equal parts excited and terrified, she had let her mistress lead her towards her bedroom for an evening that was the most wonderful of her life. Her mistress having been nothing short of tender, worshipping such attention on her body that Mellissa felt she had died and gone to heaven even before she had treated her to a trembling hand relief she couldn't have dreamed of resisting.

It was that tender loving that was forefront in Mellissa's mind the very second she awoke, a thought that suddenly gripped her with the feeling she had to repay hir for it. With a careful ease so as not to wake hir, Mellissa had slipped away from her mistress, quickly showered and dressed before sneaking downstairs to make hir breakfast. It was occupied with that, idly frying bacon over the stove, where her mistress found her. Fixing her with a gaze both fond and yet mildly censorious. It was that gaze that suddenly, crushingly, brought her error home. She had dressed without her mistresses permission. Luckily, she hadn't been mad at her, fully understanding why she did it. But rules were still rules. And she had to take the punishment for that.

A punishment that found her bound helplessly under the shower with a vibrating dildo nestled in her pussy, the toy softly buzzing away at the edge of her desire only stoked by watching her mistress pleasing herself with a paw that slid and sucked over her lube slicked cock, driving hir to orgasm after orgasm while Mellissa was teased and denied.

'Well..I expect you to be on your best behaviour tonight, kitten.'

Her mistresses words brought Mellissa right back to the now, drawing her hastily out of her recollections. 'Well..of course, mistress.' Mellissa said, unable to keep a little hesitation out of her voice.

'Well..I can't blame you for being nervous.' Samantha glanced back over from where shi was checking the line of the sapphire blue dress shi had picked out for the evening. 'First time for you being shown off as my pet. You don't have to be though. I'll introduce you. Just be polite and answer all questions as politely and you will be fine. Now. Come here and you can see what I have picked out for you.'

Secretly this had been what Mellissa had been worried about, the tigress having become all too familar with the way her mistress liked her to dress around the house. Her rule of thumb being that smaller and tighter was generally better, most days spent wearing little more than tank tops and high hipped panties. Even if occasionally she was allowed the slight relief of tight jeans or shorts with silky cotton shirts still tight around her chest. So it was with genuine relief that Mellissa found herself presented with a dress in similar styling to her mistresses', jet black and long in the hem. And not exactly low cut on the neck line either. Perfectly matching the lacy bra and panties she had been given.

'It's beautiful.' Mellissa whispered.

'You deserve to look beautiful, my pet.' Samantha replied. 'Here. Let me help you.'

It was only the work of a few seconds for Mellissa to slip into the dress, more than accustomed to letting her mistress dress her by now; distractedly looking herself over in the mirror as shi zipped up the back.

'Yes, you look absolutely perfect.' Samantha nodded approvingly. 'I got the fitting just right. I just love the way it accentuates your bust and hips. How does it feel?'

'A little tight. Especially around the hips.' Mellissa admitted. 'But maybe I'm just not used to it yet.'

'Probably.' Samantha said thoughtfully. 'You do look very sexy though. I'm sure everyone will have their eye on you when we arrive. But all of them will know you are mine, thinking about what I might do to you later.'

Mellissa couldn't help blushing at that, squirming at the sudden twitch in her crotch. A blush that her mistresses next words did nothing to dispel.

'Ohhh..you like that, hmmm? That thought getting you all excited? Well, we can't have that. That dress is so tight, I'm worried any..how shall we say..sudden excitement could ruin the line of your dress. So we shall have to do something about that. Lift up your dress for me.'

Mellissa didn't exactly like the sound of that, but then again didn't exactly have any choice in it either. So with a hesitant resignation, she carefully eased her dress up until the hem cleared her waist to reveal her panties.

'Good girl.' Samantha nodded approvingly. 'Now, this won't hurt. I'm just going to suppress your cock a little.'

Mellissa had a feeling what that meant, watching in growing fascination as her mistress closed her eyes, a soft blue glow building around hir extended paw. The first time she had seen her mistress use her magic she had been enthralled, a feeling of awe that hadn't exactly faded.

Awed as she was, Mellissa couldn't ignore the soft tingle now flowing across her loins, building to a warmth that seemed to suffuse into her cock. The feeling was..odd, like she was being pleasured but without the finality of release.

'There. All done, kitten.' Samantha nodded at her to lower her dress. 'Now, let's get going. We don't want to be late.'

---

If this was early, Mellissa didn't want to think about how many other people were coming to this party. The house Samantha had pulled up too wasn't exactly small, even by mansion standards. And the grounds seemed to have insisted on following the same lavish terms. Well, more likely someone had insisted they do. Either way, Mellissa couldn't help feeling a little overwhelmed at the sheer number of guests mingling on the lawn, dozens upon dozens of furs and scales and avians in such finery she almost felt under dressed.

'You..don't know everyone here, do you?' Mellissa breathed softly.

'No, kitten.' Samantha laughed softly. 'Most of them likely have never been here before. These are just the..fillers I suppose you could say. It's tradition here to hold an open house event without invitation, where those who want to be seen can turn up and try to stand out from the crowd. And that works for some. But the real event is going on inside. By invitation only. And I just happen to have two invitations. So, let's make use of them.'

Samantha clearly had been here before. Mellissa was getting used to reading her mistresses' moods and behaviours, recognising in hir gait the purposeful stride that said she belonged here. Not the powerful swagger shi used to convince people she did. It was that gait that Mellissa matched as best she could, her high heels clicking along the Tarmac of the drive way before it yielded to a lush red carpet. And actual red carpet. Now, she might have been imagining things, but Mellissa could swear she could feel eyes on them both as her mistress flashed two gold pieces of card, the bear on the door ushering them inside and upstairs. Upstairs turning out to be leading them to the wide expanse of what she could only call a ballroom. Thankfully only filled with about twenty guests, which only felt marginally overwhelming.

Samantha as she expected showed none of that, striding purposeful into the ballroom without a care in the world, the complete counterpoint to the tigress following on hir heels with her head dipped.

'Samantha. It's been too long.'

'Well, round the world cruises will tend to do that.'

It took Mellissa all of a second to work out her mistress didn't mean hirself but the imposing mare cutting through the throng towards them. Someone who was clearly an old friend given the casual pecks on the cheek they exchanged.

'Well..yes. That's true. Such a drag it was.' The mare sighed.

'I can imagine. Fine dining, wonderful views, a new place every morning. Sounds absolutely horrible.' Samantha chuckled.

'Oh, I'm not saying it didn't have its perks.' The mare admitted. 'But it was a work affair I'm afraid. Having to spend most evenings with a bunch of puffed up civil servants who would be much more suited to actually being servants than running a country can get a little wearing. And speaking of servants..'

Mellissa's head jerked up at that, the last word dragging her into the conversation with a jolt. '....who is this adorable little thing? I wasn't aware you had acquired a slave.'

'You know me.' Samantha shrugged. 'Never one to pass up an opportunity. This is Mellissa. Mellissa, this is my dear friend Ebony.'

'A pleasure to meet you.' Mellissa replied, her confusion over how she knew she was a slave warring with the odd twang of..what..anger..shame..both..at being called an opportunity.

'The same to you, my lovely.' The mare replied with a smooth smile. 'Although most people call me exclusive..rather than dear.'

Mellissa worked out what that meant, seeing her in a new light. However she didn't have time to dwell on that revelation as Samantha whisked her away to a table already occupied by four other furs, the very sight of which made her heart race. Being introduced to one she could handle, but five? Sadly her mistress seemed determined and so Mellissa soon found herself seated with her mistress on one side and a deer at a cheetah on the other, the later seated a little round the curve of the table so that both could see her. Any hope of avoiding conversation was immediately dashed as the cheetah extended her paw.

'I'm Abigail. Pleased to meet you. This is Pauline. It's Mellissa, right?'

'How did you...?' Mellissa trailed off even as she took the offered paw.

'I'm a cheetah. All my family come from hunting stock. I didn't want that life. But I still have the senses. I could pick out your breathing from a hundred paces. Your scent from two hundred.'

'Now, don't go creeping her out with your predator/stalker act.' Pauline sighed softly. 'Can't you see how nervous she is? Let me guess, you are still new to this? Being a slave?'

'So..you have good hearing too?' Mellissa asked cautiously.

'Hardly.' The deer grinned lightly. 'It's all in the way you walk.'

'Nice to see I'm taking to it.' Mellissa sighed, relishing in the freedom to speak openly about it. 'Actually, it's not as bad as I feared. Certainly better than the alternative anyway.'

'Let me guess. Something to do with a debt? You don't really seem the type to have committed a major crime or anything. Plus, they don't exactly let perpetrators go to private slave owners.' Abigail guessed.

'I'd like to say it wasn't. But honestly, that's exactly what it was.' Mellissa sighed, bracing herself for a return to emotions she had felt back in that cell; mildly but pleasantly surprised when they didn't surface. 'More debts though. Racked up by my ex. Stupid of me to trust him with my credit card maybe.'

'Stupid of him to take advantage of you more like.' Pauline soothed. 'Still, the law will catch up with him. And I don't think he will get off as lightly as you. It's not like someone can pay of his prison sentence for him. Which I guess is what your mistress did with your debt.'

'Got it in one.' Mellissa nodded, almost shocked by the sympathy she had received. Honestly, she hadn't been sure what to expect when her story came out. Her mind all too easily conjuring up reactions like scorn or derision. 'She has been very kind to me. Strict in a firmly fair sort of way. I suppose she could have treated me worse.'

'Well..Samantha always had an eye for beautiful things.' Abigail said with a smirk. 'I can see why she took to you.'

Mellissa suddenly had a feeling she knew more about the exact nature of her servitude than she had let on, that thought alone sending a flush of heat to her crotch.

'Well..I'd have taken to you as well.' Pauline smiled warmly. 'I think anyone here would really.'

'I do hope you two aren't monopolising on my pet.' Samantha leaned around Mellissa's blushing frame to fix the pair with a slight smile.

'Who? Us?' Abigail smiled back softly. 'Just making conversation. Which maybe you should have been doing.'

'Touché.' Samantha admitted. 'Perhaps I have been ignoring her. Can you forgive me, Mellissa my dear.'

'Of course, Mistress Samantha.' Mellissa replied, her blush only growing as she suddenly felt the attention of the entire table on her.

'Well..I would love to get to know your sweet kitten a bit more.' Ebony leaned back against the chair to casually sip her wine. 'Maybe in something of a more..intimate setting than this. It's been too long since we all got together for a ladies night.'

'Now that we are all back together, and that Ebony has returned from her wanderings, I think that we should.' Abigail agreed. 'Give us a proper chance to have a catch up.'

'You..can't do that here?' Mellissa asked, then gasped with a paw pressed to her mouth at the fear she may have misspoken. 'I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...forgive me.'

Her fear was unfounded however, all the attention as well as a few censorious gazes fixed on Samantha, the most searching coming from Ebony.

'Samantha, dear, are you telling me you dragged this poor thing here without even telling her why?'

'Why?' Mellissa asked confused. 'I don't..I thought this was just a party. Drinks, nibbles, mingling. Things like that.'

'Samantha.' Ebony chided firmly. 'You are too wicked sometimes. Dragging her to a slave auction without even telling her what she is going to see. Or did you not think she might get a little worried that maybe she was being brought here to be sold?'

'Well..actually, I didn't.' Samantha admitted softly. 'I do owe you an apology kitten. I should have explained to you.'

'Actually, I think I preferred not to know.' Mellissa said, half truthfully. Which was a sort of truth, even if it was mixed with a doubt about where else her mistress could take her without being sold. 'But..why an auction? I thought slaves were only controlled through the Justice Bureau.'

'Slaves that are the property of the government, yes.' Samantha said. 'But there are other forms of slaves. Professional slaves you might say. Slaves who have been born to it and work through an agency. Agencies that occasional rent their slaves out through events like this.'

'Rent them out for what?' Mellisa asked.

'You are about to find out.' Samantha nodded towards the stage where a doe in a red dress had appeared. Her outfit as stylishly cut and expensive as the attire of the guests, yet something in the way she held herself said she wasn't a guest.

'Ladies and..well I was going to go with gentlemen..but we seem to have a somewhat shall we say softer audience tonight.' The doe said coyly, drawing a subtle laugh from the audience. 'Ladies then. A very warm welcome to tonight's event. And let me tell you, warm is very much the word to describe our first lady of the night. So please put your paws together for Kayla.'

Somehow Mellissa had expected the curtains behind the doe to open, so she was caught staring entirely in the wrong direction when the doors behind the collective crowd opened to admit a striking snow leopard clad in little more than a snug red corset and panties. One who strode in like she owned the room, seeming to feed off the eyes on her scantily clad body rather than being lessened by it.

'As you can see, Kayla isn't a shy one.' The doe continued as the leopard circled the room slowly. 'The perfect match for anyone wanting a companion who knows both what she wants and how to please her mistress.'

Now Mellissa knew what kind of slaves were on offer here, long having heard the stories of girls raised from birth to be what amounted to indentured courtesans. Something she had long considered to be a terrible fate. Yet Kayla seemed perfectly happy with her lot, enjoying teasing the crowd and getting a few appreciative whistles in return.

Whistles that were suddenly directed closer to her than she would have liked, Mellissa having been so distracted by her thoughts she had missed Kayla stalking purposely towards her. At the same time terrified and excited, Mellissa could only sit and stare as the leopardess took her chin to lean in for a slow kiss, holding her there with muzzles barely touching before claiming her in that sweet contact.

Mellissa froze, unable to process that or even know how to react, blushing as a paw rested very low on her back. Only for a second before Kayla pulled away, that all too brief touch leaving ghostly tingles on her fur. To say nothing of the all too real tingles in her loins.

'I..I...what was that?' Mellissa whispered, unsure if she had broken some rule by letting her kiss her. 'Did I do something wrong, Mistress Samantha? I mean....'

'No, my dear kitten.' Samantha soothed. 'She was just putting on a show for her prospective buyers. And as a slave, you were really the only one she could flirt with.'

'I see.' Mellissa said, her body still racing from the contact, racing so that she missed the start of the bidding.

'I have 10,000 Crystals. Do I hear 15,000? 15,000. Do I hear 20,000? 20,000. Can I get 25,000?'

'25,000.' Ebony said, Mellissa only aware of that distractedly, that figure boggling her mind. It was more than her debt and it was still climbing. Maybe it was that shocked realisation or some delayed reaction to the flirting or the wine or some combination of them all. But her body had started to feel hot, the tingling between her legs growing to a dull buzz that warred with the edges of her control. She shifted her legs to try and get some relief, but that only seemed to make it worse. Her cheeks flushed. Why was she getting so horny. Mellissa didn't have an answer to that question, taking one shaky deep breath against the dampness in her panties she was sure the others around her could smell.

'25,000. Do I hear 30,000? No? Last chance? 25,000 first call. Second call. Third call. 25,000 to the mare at the back. Congratulations madam. Don't let her tire you out too quickly.'

'Oh, I think she might tire out first.' Ebony chuckled, pulling her new acquisition snugly into her lap. 'I'm going to make you scream all night little feline.'

'Gonna make you live up to that.' Kayla smirked back.

'Ohhh..a feisty one. I have just the thing to break you in.' Ebony teased, playfully nipping at her neck. 'It will have you begging for more within minutes.'

Mellissa pulled her attention away from that pleasingly flirty banter, the throbbing in her crotch nowhere near as distracting as the sudden desire to have her mistress talk to her like that. Something both attractive and scary at the same time. Sadly there wasn't much to distract her from such arousing thoughts as two lemur sisters were the next to make an entrance, attracting the attention of the crowd instantly with the sexy lap dance they treated them too. A dance that quickly secured a bid of 40,000 from a slender faced Phoenix at the table to her left, easily winning the grinning duo.

Honestly, Mellissa wasn't sure how much more of this she could take. It was only the fact that she was surrounded by other furs and the shyness that came from that which was holding her back from the almost irrepressible need to reach down and start stroking her pussy. But even that wasn't enough to stop her rubbing her legs together to try and get some relief, an action that only served to make her hotter.

As did the bidding war that erupted over the delicate pony girl dressed in little more than a small g-string, looking particularly alluring just kneeling on the stage waiting to be claimed. Mellissa couldn't take her eyes off her body, following the curve of her chest with a swell of fresh desire, caught off guard by the sudden desire to touch and caress those sweet breasts, to press herself against the mare and fu..

'Are you alright kitten?' Samantha whispered in her ear. 'You look a little flustered.'

'I'm fine, Mistress..Mistress Samantha.' Mellissa corrected herself quickly. 'It's..a little hot in here. Maybe it's the wine. I'm really not used to it.'

'I see. Then let's get some fresh air.' Samantha said understandingly. 'Do excuse us ladies. We might have to call it a night. Call me and we can arrange a get together.'

'I'm sorry about that, Mistress Samantha.' Mellissa whispered shyly. 'I don't know what happened. I'm sorry I ruined your evening. We could go back in a bit. I think I'm feeling better.'

That was true. The evening air was cooling her down a little, even if it did nothing to stop the tingles of pleasure between her legs.

'Oh, you haven't ruined anything kitten.' Samantha smiled slowly. 'I'd say this evening is going perfectly to plan. I imagine you are feeling a little hot and bothered right now, yes?'

'How..did you know that?' Mellissa whimpered against a fresh surge of needy desire.

'Because I planned it.' Samantha allowed herself a little laugh. 'That spell I put on you wasn't just to contain your cock. Think of it like a magical aphrodisiac that has been simmering away inside you for the last couple of hours. That is what you are feeling. And it feels wonderful, doesn't it?'

'Mmm..yes.' Mellissa whimpered. 'You..you did this, Mistress Samantha?'

'I did.' Samantha nodded. 'I wanted you nice and needy for tonight. Now, let's get you home and we can take care of that.'

---

Honestly, Mellissa had no idea how she made it back to the house without giving in to the urge to touch herself, the drive back seeming to last hours as well as being over before she knew it. Even walking up from the car, into the house and up the stairs was a sweet torture all it's own, the drenched fabric of her panties rubbing against her pussy and sheath with each step.

Yet somehow she did, following her mistress into her bedroom to stand awkwardly in the middle. Hir eyes following her as the vixen settled onto the bed with a smirk.

'So...what can we do to get you some relief.' Samantha purred. 'Why don't you loose that dress for a start. Let your body breath a little.'

Mellissa wasn't exactly in a position to refuse that, paws shaking as she slipped the dress off her shoulders to let gravity guide it down over her curves to leave her only wearing her panties that were marked with a dark, damp spot between her legs. It was to those that her paws moved too, almost without conscious thought until her mistress clicked hir tongue.

'Stop that.' Samantha barked with a playful firmness. 'You want some relief, you are going to have to earn it. Tonight is about my pleasure, as much as yours. I've made you welcome here, welcomed you into my home and treated you to such sweet love as no one has shown you. Now I want you to return the favour. If you want my favour.'

'What shall I do, Mistress?' Mellissa whimpered, taking a hesitant step towards the vixen which grew bolder as shi beckoned her over.

'First, you can undress me.' Samantha purred. 'Then I want you to make love to me with that sweet muzzle of yours.'

Maybe it was the spell still coursing through her. Or the secret fantasies about actually enjoying her mistress that Mellissa had kept hidden since she got here. But at that moment, Mellissa didn't even think about refusing hir. 'Yes, Mistress.'

Mellissa was true to that word, paws delicately resting on the vixen's shoulders to ease the straps down hir arms, delicately guiding the sheer dress lower and lower until it pooled around hir feet.

Mellissa was momentarily distracted by the sight of her mistress in only hir lingerie, the head of hir cock peeking invitingly out of the top of hir panties. It was only another sharp click of hir tongue that drew her back to her task.

Paws shaking, Mellissa reached for and unclasped hir bra, shivering at the slight contact of her fingers on hir bare back. Fingers tingling, she placed the lacy bra down on the bed before kneeling to, with a little hesitation it had to be said, hook her fingers into her mistresses panties and ease them away from hir hips. Somehow she managed to work them down hir legs, mostly fumbling her way through it because she couldn't pull her eyes away from hir erect cock.

'Plenty of time for that later, kitten.' Samantha cupped her chin to tilt her head up until the met hir gaze. 'Right now, I want your mouth somewhere else.'

Trembling from the lusty tone of those words, Mellissa stood shakily to follow her mistress to the bed, only daring to join hir when shi had settled down to relax with hir head against the pillows.

Daring was certainly the way she felt when she leaned down to press her muzzle against her mistress', tentatively testing her first kiss with another woman.

'Well..you are a good kisser.' Samantha chuckled. 'But those aren't quite the kisses I had in mind.'

'Maybe I'm just trying to warm you up a little.' Mellissa said with bravado she didn't really feel. 'Maybe this is more what you had in mind.'

'Mmmm...that's better kitten.' Samantha purred from the light kiss that brushed over hir collarbone. 'But still not good enough. I'm not above punishing you tonight you know. Maybe a few hours being buzzed by a vibrator against your clit while you eat me out will help you learn.'

'Oh..so that's what you want?' Mellissa was surprised by her daring but was too far gone to stop now. 'You want my soft, sweet kisses down here hmm? You want me to inch down and kiss you right on your cunny?'

'My..mmmm...my pussy.' Samantha corrected firmly, or as firmly as shi could as Mellissa dragged her tongue over hir nipple. 'I want you to use that word from now on.'

'Your pussy then.' Mellissa whispered coyly. 'I'll get there. Maybe I'm having too much fun up here. Isn't this what you wanted? A pet who could enjoy you, not just a submissive mute who does exactly what you say?'

'Careful kitten.' Samantha managed to scowl fondly. 'Don't push me too far.'

'I won't then.' Mellissa capitulated, trailing a quick series of kisses down over hir stomach to nuzzle against hir clit. Pushing aside the newness of it and embracing it, the tigress closed her lips around the throbbing bud to suckle on it.

'Mmmm...naughty kitten. You've been paying attention.' Samantha purred.

'Maybe I have.' Mellissa grinned. 'I know what I like and I guessed you would like it too. You know what else I think you would like? My tongue right in your pussy, rubbing its sweet roughness over your folds as you whimper my name.'

'It's you who will be whimpering my name later.' Samantha promised. 'But that will come later. Right now, you are doing so good my kitten. So don't stop there. Get your tongue inside me and fuck me.'

'Like this?' Mellissa smirked, parting hir lips to get the first proper taste of her sweet nectar. Part of her couldn't believe she was doing this, but the rest of her was caught up in the thrill of pleasing her mistress, her tongue pressing deeper to run over hir trembling core.

'Just like that.' Samantha growled hir approval, hir hips starting to move with her soft licks, something that couldn't fail to urge her on. 'Mmmm, yes kitten.'

Emboldened, Mellissa swept deeper, lapping up hir juices with each lick that only made her mistress moan louder. Her pulse pounded in her ears with the subtle eroticism of this moment, not sure she was doing this right but relying on her reactions to guide her.

Clearly she was doing better than she thought. She felt hir pussy clench around her tongue with each lick, that tension slipping down to her legs that pushed hir hips closer against her muzzle. Mellissa reciprocated that, drawing away for a second to flick hir clit, then dipping back to the folds of hir pussy.

Along hir cleft her tongue slid, parting the very edge of hir folds to tease the sensitive flesh within. A tease it might have been but one that was clearly too much for Samantha, that earlier tension gripping hir whole body as she came with a silent scream. Tension that didn't stop Mellissa from teasing hir with more slow licks, tenderly lapping at hir sex until shi stilled, very much hoping she had done that right.

'Well..someone is a good little pussy licker.' Samantha purred sweetly.

Mellissa blushed, somehow that lewd comment making her feel tingly inside. Maybe because it was said so earnestly, with no teasing or censure just pure appreciation.

'I wonder if you are as good at sucking cock?'

'Well..my ex used to think so.' Mellissa admitted. 'Not that I really sucked him. I tried too, starting off with kissing and licking his head. But he seemed to get bored quickly and started..well...'

'Fucking your face to he could get his rocks off quickly?' Samantha prompted.

'I guess you could put it like that.' Mellissa admitted, blushing with shame and sorrow.

'Well..I could do that too.' Samantha grinned. 'But only if you want me too. Which I don't tonight. Tonight, I want to reward you. You have been so good tonight my pet. So..how about I take that spell off and fuck you until you pass out?'

'I..I'd like that.' Mellissa purred. 'Be..gentle with me, Mistress.'

'Always my pet.' Samantha smiled. 'Now. Up. On your paws and knees. It's time for the kitten to go doggie.'

'Like this?' Mellissa replied with a whimper, moving to kneel on all fours with her hips raised, fighting a tremble at the submissive position.

'A little lower.' Samantha eased her hips down with a soft caress. 'I want to slide all the way into you kitten, to take you nice and deep.'

Squirming with delight mixed with a tiny bit of anxiety, Mellissa did as she was told. Following the direction of her mistress' paw, letting hir guide her hips down inch by inch.

'Yes. That's perfect.' Samantha purred. 'Perfect for a nice, slow fuck of a needy kitten. Especially when she is already dripping wet for me. I do love the scent of a kitten in heat.'

'Mmmm.' Mellissa shivered, caught with a ripple of desire that lanced down her spine just from that delicate touch against her pussy. What she had both hoped and feared to be her mistress' cock proving only to be her paw cupping and rubbing her sex so tenderly. 'That's...mmm...ohhhh so nice.'

'I know.' Samantha chuckled. 'It will feel even better once I release this spell from you my lovely pet. Which I'm not going to do just yet.'

'What? No, mistress. Please.' Mellissa whined desperately.

'Shhhh, kitten.' Samantha soothed. 'This isn't a punishment. I very much intend for you to share my bed tonight. So I'm not going to have you soaking the sheets in your cum as I fuck you. So here is what I'm going to do sweetie kitten. I'm just going to slip this little ring around your cock, nice and snug.'

'Ring..what...mmmm.' Mellissa purred, not knowing exactly where her mistress had grabbed the soft almost jelly like ring shi slipped over her sheath to clip it in place, fastening the two ends together seemlessly.

'There.' Samantha said. 'That will tighten around your cock, keeping your seed in your sac when I release the spell. Which I'm going to do now. Get ready.'

Despite her words, Mellissa didn't exactly have time to get ready. No amount of time would have prepared her for the rush of heat that blossomed in her cock the second her mistress cupped her sack, the slight tingle no doubt being the release of the spell. A tingle that only grew, her shaft sliding with unbidden arousal from her sheath and into the grip of the ring.

'Mmmm..it's..so tight.' Mellissa purred weakly, the tightness and the control of it only heightening her desire. 'Can I...'

'Still cum?' Samantha chuckled. 'Oh yes. It will do nothing to suppress your orgasm. Just your release. Now, we've talked long enough. Time for my kittens reward.'

Mellissa mewed again, tensing up as her mistress' cock brushed against her lips, teasing her for a few long seconds before sliding inside her. She should have been scared or worried or something, felt something to mark this change in the relationship between them. But right now, all she could feel was her lust and need overwhelming her caution. It wasn't like her mistress had ever done anything to hurt her. A thought she clung too as she waited and waited, suddenly gasping as inch after inch of throbbing flesh penetrated her, slipping deeper and deeper. Far deeper than she would of thought possible, and yet somehow she took all of it. Took all of it as it filled her so perfectly and completely. Completely satisfying even as it promised more pleasure to come.

And something more. Something tender and loving, something that she had felt was missing from her life and hasn't actually realised she needed. Love. Affection. Someone who cared about her needs as much as thier own. Yes, she was still her slave. She still owned by her. Her property. Something that had scared her so much at the beginning. But now she was starting to..accept. Even take into herself.

What other choice did she have really? To stay in her old life that had nothing for her? Or give in to the advantages and perks and love this one seemed to offer. The past that was nothing but pain to her. Why should she cling to that when she could make a new start in a life where she had none of the worries that had held her back.

That thought was like a watershed moment for her. Which didn't change the satisfaction of this moment, a moment satisfying in ways she had never imagined as it filled her, stimulating depths she never knew she had or had ever thought about. Never in all her experiences had she dreamed she could feel anything like this. Dozens of ideas had played through her head about this moment during the scant build up to the realisation her mistress had meant to claim her in this way. And all paled to the reality of it, to the subtle tender care with the way shi penetrated her.

It wasn't just the way shi penetrated her, as hard as it was to focus on anything else. It was the little touches that came with it, the soft tender caresses on her belly or the sweet nibbles on her ear she could do nothing to resist or urge on, it being a struggle just to stay kneeling.

Fingers stroked her ass, pulling her legs wider apart to deepen the love of her mistress, stroking the inside of her thighs in precursor of the pleasure to come. Rubbing against her weakening will as much as her heated flesh.

'Mistress...' she whined in passion, thrusting her hips back against hir as hard as she could, her mistress only teasing her by moving with her.

'No no, kitten. You cum when I want you too.' Samantha chided.

'Please...mistress..please.' Mellissa squirmed, feeling the sudden urge to just give in and collapse to the bed and let her mistress plough her pleasure with her cock. It was that very thought that made her tense up, trying her best to prepare for it. Only for her to sooth her with a gentle whisper.

'Trust me, kitten. Just relax and let me love you. You are mine now and I'm going to fully make you mine. To make you feel so good, begging for me as I fuck you.'

She wanted to trust hir, to hope that she was going to make her feel so good rather than just use her. That had been hir promise after all. And she so much wanted to believe that, almost craved it after the teasing of the evening.

She wanted to ask her that, twisting her head as if to dare to ask a question when the possibility of all words was stolen from her as her mistress withdrew only to thrust back deeply into her pussy again. Now harsh or fiercely, but passionately. Passionately as anything Mellissa had felt. More so perhaps.

All her doubts and fears and worries dropped away, washed away by the simple uncompromising pleasure of the cock delving into her pussy, rubbing right against her gspot and making her scream.

She hadn't meant to, she just couldn't hold it back. Unbidden, unwilling but certainly not unwelcome. Her mistress wasn't treating her like some kind of sex toy or an object to quickly get hirself off. She was genuinely making love to her. Loving her even.

It was intoxicating. A different kind of rapture than she could ever have wished for. And something she instantly craved more of. Would willingly have done anything for more of this pleasure. And maybe that was it, the final straw in her accepting this new life. Which maybe wasn't all bad.

She couldn't believe how she was feeling, kneeling before her like a slut ready to be bred and deep down craving nothing but that. Craving nothing but giving herself over to her mistresses pleasure. And trusting hir with that sweet need, hoping shi will grant her wish.

Not that she could do much to make hir, very much at her mistresses whim. That was the power shi already had over her, a power that came from the kindness shi had shown as much as her growing lust. That trust was subtle but powerful, leaving her almost in hir thrall. She had never imagined to feel as safe with anyone as she did her mistress, comforted, protected and loved. So much more then with anyone she had been with before.

Samantha might have been forceful, but there was love there as shi rolled against her. Mellissa could feel that in the way shi teased, teasing her with a slow press of hir hips, drawing it out before shi withdrew. Mellissa tried to move with it, mewling softly from the cessation of the sensation she craved from tip to toe. Only for her mistress to still her with a paw on her rump, leaving her squirming for a delicious second.

'Patience, kitten. No need to rush this. We have all night.' Samantha purred hotly.

'I..I don't want all night.' Mellissa whimpered. 'You..feel so good. I..mistress..please...I want to..to..'

She couldn't finish that sentence, afraid if she begged her mistress might stop and leave her unfulfilled. It was a sudden doubt, but she was still learning how to predict hir moods. And hir needs.

'Alright kitten.' Samantha soothed, rocking hir hips against her smoothly, building up her pleasure with each tender ripple. 'Come for me. Cum my sweet kittten.'

Mellisa shuddered under that whisper and the roll of hir hips alike, tingles dancing all along her spine. Dancing like tiny ghostly touches beneath her fur, easing her legs wider as she could to allow her mistress greater entrance to her.

Her pussy spasmed with each thrust, first sign of her impending climax. Clenching and relaxing only to clench again as the hard length sank into her, each time as deep as the last. It was also with each thrust that her arms felt like they were going to give way, those trembles deep in her core pressing against her determination.

Mellissa couldn't hold that back, thrusting as hard back against the wonderful length inside her, too caught up in her own pleasure to even think about the sudden stiffening of her mistress' cock as shi gripped her hips tighter in hir own pleasure. She knew she was thrusting like a dog or a mare in heat, but she didn't care. Heck, part of her craved it, never having felt so excited by anything in a long time. Far longer than she could remember.

Then the time for coherent thought was passed. Her back arched and she squealed, hotly, unashamedly and in her bliss that she was only to happy to share. Her hips rolled as much as they could, taking all of hir shaft into her pussy again and again, feeling the tightness of her sex wrapping around her, her mind equally filled with the growing hardness deep inside her.

Then all else dropped away as she came, her cock twitching in denied relief that still felt so good. Feeling her shaft leap and strain to empty her cum even as the ring held her ejaculation back so sweetly.

There was nothing holding her mistress back though, the pleasure only just having faded when she felt one last hard thrust that her mistress just held within her, pressed right to her hips as shi rode out her own release, hir teasing almost playful mood fading into the softer heaven of shared bliss.

Each thrust became more ragged, her mistress maybe as pent up as she had been, hir thick cock unloading ribbon after ribbon of creamy cum that her pussy couldn't contain. Oh, it tried. Taking one, two, three pulses before the first trickle of her spunk trickled down between her legs, her cunny as overwhelmed as her body and mind.

'Such a good kitten.' Samantha eased her down to the bed in a strong embrace, treating her with a subtle yet loving kiss on her lips. 'I hope that wasn't too much for you.'

'It..it..it..' Mellissa struggled to find the words to describe it, struggled and failed miserably. 'I..is it always like that?'

'Better, I hope.' Samantha chuckled. 'You have so much to learn, sweet kitten. So much I have to teach you.'

Mellissa trembled at that thought, exited and exhilarated in equal measure. Exhilaration that came unexpectedly. Almost unwillingly as her orgasm. Yet she couldn't deny there was part of her that craved not just the pleasure her mistress offered, but the love as well. Craved it right down to the bottom of her soul, shaking at the idea of such delicious love making.

'Now...I need to take care of you.' Samantha purred warmly. 'We have to release that aching cock of yours.'

What exactly that meant, Mellisa wasn't sure. Not until her mistress grabbed her discarded shirt and, without really asking permission, wrapped it around her cock even as hir other paw reached for the tight ring. Not that she could do much to stop her either, shuddering as shi popped the ring open. Mellissa held a sharp breath before her cock twitched, releasing all her pent up cum to splatter over the thick cloth acting to soak it all up as she rocked with a mini orgasm.

'There. We can wash that later.' Samantha grinned cheekily, chucking the cloth away to land somewhere in the room. 'Now, we should get some sleep kitten. Tomorrow is going to be quite full on if I have my way.'

'I'm certain it will be mistress.' Mellissa whispered, not exactly resisting as she let her mistress claim her in her arms.

---

Things had developed over the next year, Mellissa going through a transformation of sorts from scared, shy, sweet and lost kitten to devoted slave of her mistress. A transformation no doubt aided by the sweet love and tender attention shi worshipped on her. Attention she had come to..crave wasn't the right word. Not a passing fancy but a deep seated longing that cured a hole in her heart. She had fully cast away her old life and thrown herself into this new one with almost complete abandon. And she had never looked back.

Now that she had gotten used to the rules and the fact that her days were in someways not her own, she had found herself settling in to life here. Okay, yes. Something's had taken more getting used to than others. The fact that clothing was more often than not revealing, if not unneeded at all for most days. But there was a certain..freedom that came with that. She didn't really have to think about anything. To worry about anything beyond pleasing her mistress.

Today was no exception really on many fronts, the lack of clothing rule relaxed a little given that Mellissa had been presented with a sumptuous purple silk corset decorated with fine lace that perfectly completed by a plain black pair of panties and matching black stockings which gave her a bold, even decadent air. Not surprising since her mistress was putting on a show for hir guests today. Not just one or two as she had experienced previously, but a gathering of all the furs she had met at the charity auction, plus one she hadn't met before.

Still, at least Mellissa hadn't been required to do anything beyond make a little small talk as the guests passed the time in conversation of their own. At least until a question from her mistress attracted her attention.

'So...Amelia..did you bring it?'

That question brought a smile to the lips of the unicorn mare seated across from Mellissa, the newcomer letting the gaze that went with it linger on her. Which wasn't exactly something she was unused too. Even if this one felt different.

'Oh, I did. Yes. You all were so eager to see it, I could hardly not bring it along.' The mare replied cryptically before reaching into her pawbag to pull out a black cylindrical case. One that immediately attracted the attention of all the others. Especially as she popped the case to pull out a matched black cylinder made of black rubber or silicone.

'Doesn't look like much, I know. But this is going to be the hot new sex toy on the market within a few months.' Amelia said with obvious pride. 'Fully self-contained. The toy itself acts as a reservoir for the lube so all you have to do is open it and away you can go.'

'So..we could use it here?' Samantha said thoughtfully. 'No waiting around?'

'Of course.' Amelia replied.

'Well..I think we should.' Samantha continued. 'What do you say Mellissa? Would you like to be our little guinnea pig?'

'How does it work?' Mellissa asked with a soft blush, her cheeks glowing under the sudden focused attention from the other guests.

'Stand up and I'll show you.' Amelia replied. 'With your permission of course, Samantha.'

'By all means.' Samantha nodded. 'Up you get, kitten.'

Trembling with a little excitement and all too aware of the pink tip peeking from her tight panties, Mellissa did as she was told. Putting her in the perfect position to let Amelia tug her panties down to her ankles, her full cock springing to freedom.

'Now..once you have your boyfriend..partner..slave..already to go, all you have to do is slide the end over their cock, the slick interior will do the rest, almost drawing them into its embrace. It's nice..tight....embrace. Now, how does that feel sweetie?'

'A..amazing.' Mellissa purred almost unwillingly. 'It's so soft. Tender.'

'That's the point.' Amelia grinned. 'And you just wait until I start stroking it sweetie. Which isn't all you can do. Now, if I was to start jacking her off with this, she would likely cum right away. But you can start more slowly if you like. See, the case squeezes if you squeeze it, wrapping the ridged interior tighter around the willing cock. Yet staying flexible enough for you to softly rub over it, to tease and excite your lover. Or pet.'

'Mmmhmmmm.' Mellissa gasped softly, her cock trembling a little in the slick embrace. 'So..I...mmmm...I see.'

'Perfect for a little edging really.' Amelia grinned. 'Of course, you can edge by stroking them with it too.'

Mel?issa really had no warning to prepare herself for that, rising up on her tiptoes a little against the soft drag of the slick toy over her cock, pulling back until the base was right at her tip before sinking down again. She trembled each time it wrapped around her, her cock already straining by the second stroke. By the third she was almost humping against it, her hips moving with an involuntary passion. By the fifth, her control was almost gone, leaving her hovering on the edge of cumming.

'Yes. I think that might be enough, Amelia.' Samantha chided with a grin. 'She doesn't get to cum yet. Not yet.'

Mellissa was relieved when she pulled the toy away. Well..that and a little disappointed. Her cock was still throbbing when she pulled up her panties, requiring more than a few breathes to steady herself before she felt safe to move.

'Mellissa, be a dear and clear these glasses away.' Samantha asked sweetly. 'I'll show our guests out.

'Yes, mistress Samantha.' Mellissa replied, glad to get a little respite from the gazes still checking out her aching and slick cock, picking up the tray as steadily as she could and carrying it to the kitchen. It was only there that she allowed herself a needy moan as soon as she placed the tray down again, the short walk having set her panties rubbing deliciously against her cock. The tight black material already darkened around her tip by her precum.

Glancing down at that she froze, breathing deeply and not daring to move unless she came. Taking another breath, she steadied herself on the counter with both paws until she heard her mistress enter behind her.

'Well..someone is excited.' Samantha purred. 'Can't say I blame you. I got a little worked up myself watching you being pressured by that toy'

'Maybe I could help you with that, my mistress.' Mellissa said with a breathy whisper.

'I was very much hoping so my pet.' Samantha chuckled.

Mellissa couldn't help responding to the naked desire in hir voice as she took her paw, letting hir lead her upstairs with shaking legs only added too by the return of the soaked fabric rubbing against her cock. How she made it up to the bedroom without succumbing to her orgasm, she had no idea. Luckily she did as her mistress guided her towards the bed, clearly with an idea of how to start.

'No no. Me first.' Samantha swatted her paw away from her panties with a significant gaze.

Mellissa couldn't help blushing as she obeyed, thankful that her mistress seemed to be understanding about her little infraction. Which didn't do anything to stop the shaking of her paws as she undressed her.

Down and down she eased it until her mistress was able to easily shimmy out of her dress to have it pool around her feet. Before Mellissa could think about undoing her bra, her mistress unclasped it and pulled it away, letting it drop casually to the floor.

Mellissa tore her gaze away from hir exposed breasts topped with flushed nipples as she swallowed, in counter to the casual nod of her mistress to hir panties. The meaning of that which was very clear to Mellissa, the tigress kneeling before hir and hooking her fingers under the soft material to ease them down as unhurriedly as she could. Which honestly was a struggle in itself.

'Now you.' Mellissa didn't resist that, fumbling with the clasps on her corset to neatly lay it on the chair before bending over to tug her panties off as quickly as she could.

'Come to me.' She commanded and she scrambled closer to her.

Mellissa needed no encouragement on that, scrambling up onto the bed almost hastily, the sheets crinkling and crumpling under her knees. Not that she stayed kneeling for long. One light push on her shoulders was all it took for her to submit to what her mistress wanted, not even fighting that as she quickly dropped to her back, adjusting herself comfortably onto the bed with an excited squirm, her rock hard cock jutting out urgently above her pussy, both already dripping with her need. Higher her breathing hitches, rising an audible octave as her mistress moves closer to her, seeing the lust and adoration in her eyes even as she is distracted by the almost mundane sound of the creak of the bed somehow simply by its ordinariness highlighting the pleasure of the moment.

There was nothing mundane about her taut, even tense, moan as her mistress brushed her lips over her clit, lightly. Softly. Lovingly. All those things and frustratingly as well. See, she didn't linger into it anywhere near as long as she wanted her. Her hips grabbed the sheets in a silent begging for her to suckle, not kiss and tease. To just grant her the pleasure she craved as her clit throbbed and pulsed between her legs with a vibrant rhythm.

Sadly it seemed that her mistress wasn't in the mood for that right now, drawing away all too quickly to leave her gasping as she fixed her with a stern stare.

'I think it's my turn for some attention.'

Ignoring the fact that Mellissa was trembling with desire from that teasing touch only just having returned the need the toy had stoked in her, Mellissa wasn't really in a position to disobey. Something her mistress made all too clear by the way she tugged her head up to almost meet the cock pressed almost to her lips.

It was Mellissa that had to cross that last distance though, the very subtle but unavoidable act of control her mistress had over her. Knowing she didn't have to force her to do what she wanted, that a simple look was enough.

A simple look that was all the encouragement and incentive Mel?issa needed, quickly and demurely raising her lips to kiss and suck at the head before her, enjoying the teasing even as she knew her mistress wouldn't expect it to last that long.

A subtle rumble from her mistress proved that point, Mellissa needing no more urging to part her maw and slide her muzzle down over her length until the tip of her cock was brushing the back of her throat. Luckily for her shi was already slick from hir own drooling excitement stirred up by her sweet kisses, letting her glide down to her base with her balls nestled at and being tickled by her chin.

Knowing she couldn't stay there forever as much as knowing the way shi liked to be sucked, Mellissa bobbed her head in a steady rhythm that let her engulf all of her shaft, pausing only to lick and suckle at hir head just as much as her mistress' patience would allow.

Already she could feel hir cock twitching within her, something that prompted her to tease and fondle hir sack a little, bringing nothing but increasingly satisfied rumbles of approval from her mistress. She could have kept teasing her of course but she knew what her mistress expected of her, knowing it was time to bring this teasing to an end.

Moving her paw from hir sack to take a double handed grip on her hips, Mellisa sucked a little faster at the same time as she tightened her maw to deepen her mistress' pleasure, rewarded by feeling her cock jump, to say nothing of the eager spurt of precum that dribbled onto her tongue.

Which wasn't her only reaction either, her mistress' paw reaching up to rest on her head lightly, absent the control she sometimes showed. But still a subtle reminder of who was in charge.

'Mmmm..take it all kitten.' Samantha purred in sweet delight. 'Ohh..you are such a good little cock sucker.'

Mellissa had maybe never been one for abuse but she had to admit she liked the swell of warmth that came from those lusty proclamations her mistress was so good at. Maybe it was just someone showing her something she was good at, something she had rarely felt before. There was no time for her to debate that though, feeling the telltale tightness in her mistress' cock that could and did only mean one thing.

Moving with the rhythm she knew, Mellissa lifted her head to draw her muzzle up to the perfect place to receive the first spurt of her mistress' release, not stopping sucking as she drew each one from hir with moan after moan of lust even as she wished that sweet cream was filling her elsewhere.

'Ahh..you have gotten so good at that my pet.' Samantha's voice radiated pure loving adoration that mirrored the gleam in her eyes, both making her blush as much as the paw that lightly rubbed her cock with the promise of sweet pleasure to come. 'Such good behaviour deserves a reward.'

'Mmm..what rewar...ahh...' Mellissa dropped down to the bed, her voice cut off as her mistress nipped and kissed her clit, adding to that soft teasing with a few slow licks she couldn't help writhing against. It felt heavenly but at the same time nowhere near enough. Her mistress seeming to delight in building her orgasm as slowly as possible, drawing away from her pussy all too soon to lay soft kisses on her thighs. Kisses that already had her begging for more, her fur tingling as the very core of her body surged with barely contained pleasure.

Pleasure she couldn't help rocking against even as she stiffened, hoping above hope that her cock didn't rub against her mistress, fearing what might happen if she came without permission. She was enjoying this too much to have her mistress' ire turn this into one of her games of denial.

It seemed that denial was very much the furthest thing from her mistress' mind right now though, not given the way hir cock was again standing to attention to dribble pre softly over her stomach.

'See what you do to me?' Samantha chuckled. 'I bet you'd love to have this inside you right now. Wouldn't you?'

Mellissa could only nod, her voice locked away by her tight throated need that did nothing to make her break her gaze with her mistress' cock. A gaze that if Samantha noticed shi made no obvious overtures towards.

'Unfortunately I want something else around my cock right now.' Samantha purred, that tone making it quite clear what shi wanted as did the way hir gaze lingered on her breasts. A lusty gaze that had done nothing to suppress her voice. 'Up, my sweet kitten.'

Again, Mellissa didn't even think about resisting her command, legs trembling as she knelt before hir. Doing nothing to resist as her paws cupped her breasts, pausing only to caress her nipples to a delighted squeak from the kitten before making good on hir promise and wrapping her breasts around hir cock to leave hir head nestled in her cleavage.

'Mmmm...you have no idea how good that feels.' Samantha whimpered hotly. 'How luscious your tits feel around me. Then again, maybe you do. You know how much I love you to give me a nice slow boobjob. But I'm not in the mood for that today. Which is your fault for being so damn sexy I can't get enough of you.'

Mellissa couldn't respond to that, watching with erotic delight as her mistress pleasured hirself with her breasts, using her as shi will but still with the loving tenderness she has come to accept. Almost mesmerised by the way shi pumped her shaft between her breasts, hir thrusts becoming less controlled and more urgent.

Mellisa bit back a moan from deep in her throat, anticipating the moment to come, her paw almost straying down to touch herself, barely holding back on the desire to start stroking her shaft into the orgasm she craved. Her heart is pounding, her chest hot, hot as the throbbing of her shaft.

She sometimes felt she would never get used to this completely submissive side of being with her mistress, of purely giving over to hir wants without being able to do anything. Was it any surprise that she wanted to do something with her paws to relieve the sweet desire her mistress built in her without the immediate prospect of release.

'Ohhh...you want...fuck...something to do with your paws?' Samantha grunted, somehow having picked up on her desire. 'Then wrap your tits nice and firm around me, squeezing them with your palms over your nipples. I want to watch you squirm as your paws rub against them while I fuck your tits.'

'Y..yes mistress Samantha.' Mellissa gasped, not daring to resist that, glad of the distraction of something to do with her paws. It's still a struggle to not cum from that very sweet touch on her nipples, only added too when her mistress wrapped her fingers into her hair softly, leaving her no doubt with what it coming.

Not even letting her wet hir cock already dripping with pre, Samantha thrust hir cock into her mouth, tightening hir grip into soft control as shi fucked her mouth and breasts with thrust after thrust until Mellissa can't tell where one begins and another ends.

She was sure she could hear her mistress moaning. Or it might be her. Or both of them together. She had no way to tell really, the sounds of pleasure and the soft slick slides as her head dipped below her cleavage mixing into erotic symphony she can barely follow. Drowned out by the beat of her pleasure that had reach a plateau she couldn't cross, the increasingly fevered touch on her breasts not enough to grant her climax.

The same which couldn't be said for her mistress. With one last grunt shi dragged her head down on hir cock, leaving hir shuddering length deep in her mouth as she poured rope after rope of cum into her muzzle that Mellissa gagged against as she struggled to swallow it all.

It was those urgent, deep thrusts of her mistress that made it impossible; the way shi rode her face to a rhythm of hir own need meaning that with hir length filling her throat she couldn't swallow fast enough, the excess cum dripping from her gasping muzzle as she dragged in what air she could. Still, she couldn't keep track, her mistress unloading spurt after spurt that she could barely keep up with, focusing just on breathing through her pleasure as cum continued to pour out of her muzzle to splash onto her breasts. Cum that her breasts seemed to be milking from her mistress, the soft stimulation drawing her orgasm to greater heights.

And still she didn't stop, Mellisa sure that she had long passed the point where pleasure should have turned into over stimulation that would have forced hir to pull hir cock away. If anything she deepened her grip, thrusting harder into her mouth with an increased urgency. An urgency that was really Mellissa's only clue about what was going to happen.

'Mmmm..' Mellisa squirmed in lust, struggling to swallow the last load of cum in her mouth before her mouth was treated to a second load of herm vixen spunk she wasn't sure she could take if she fucked her with the same ferocious pace. Lust that only grew as her paw tightened again in her hair. But not to pull her down on her cock, that firm grip dragging her up as her mistress rocked her cock through her breasts like a vixen possessed, her shaft trembling once more before the quickly pent up load of cum splashed not into her muzzle but over it, splashing over her delicate black markings to dribble over her nose and down her chin.

Still Samantha didn't stop, pumping hir hips forward to milk not just all the pleasure she could from her orgasm but all the cum she could as well. Adding her grip to the tigress' paws already wrapped around her cock like the tightest sweetest sex toy she could have imagined. A tightness that drew one, two, three more spurts of cum adding to the white creamy spunk just now dripping down onto her breasts. Her muzzle equally dripping in it, Mellissa could do nothing but take the marking that lasted until her mistress finally released her breasts obviously completely spent. Something that wouldn't last long, she was sure.

Still gasping to catch her breath and with her cock still achingly hard didn't stop Mellisa crawling towards her mistress to lick and suck hir clean, lapping up the last traces of hir cum and enjoying the taste, getting sweet caresses of her head in return, trailing her tongue down to follow the slow trickle of cum that leaked from her tip.

Mellissa didn't resist as her mistress guided her towards the bed head, needing little more then the guiding touch to get her to assume the position she had assumed many times before and yet never seemed to get old, always bringing forth the same feelings of excitement. Maybe because she never knew exactly how it was going to go. Her mistress was always like that , never predictable, never able to be anticipated. Deep down, she like that about her. Kept things interesting.

Already Mellissa's mind was running through the sweet delights her mistress had in mind, trembling softly from the very thought of her mistress taking her and fucking her from behind as she rocked against the bedhead. Right now, that was the only thought that consumed her mind. The only thing that would satisfy her needs.

'Now..I know what you want.' Samantha purred, hir lips grazing lightly over her ear. 'You want me to fuck you like the slut you are. Want to feel me ploughing your pussy as you scream my name. Don't you, my slutty kitten.'

'Yes, mistress Samantha.' Mellissa gasped, fighting to speak as her mistress ran a teasing paw down her spine, shivering even as it stopped just shy of her pussy.

'I know you do. But I also think you are going to like this.'

Mellissa barely had the chance to ask what she meant before hir tongue ran up over her lips, the rough bumps making her gasp and squirm in heated need. Already so pent up, part of her couldn't take any more of this teasing. The rest of her loved it, needed it, craved it with a sweet roll of pleasure she can't contain.

That roll of her hips did nothing to stop or slow her mistress' sweet attention, hir firm paws still holding her legs open to dance and swirl her tongue over her clit, not going so far as to grant her the sweet relief of actually sucking on it but certainly teasing her with it.

Mellissa tensed up at the first touch against her lips, not from worry or panic. But sheer anticipation of delight. She loved the teasing her mistress offered, the sweet attention she lavished on her. But this was what she craved. She knew that from outside she would seem like a horny, needy slut. And a while back that realisation might have bothered her. But now it just seemed right, to accept that side of her her mistress had brought forth.

'Shhh, my pet.' Samantha whispered huskily, rubbing hir hot hard cock against her pussy lips with a slow rhythm she couldn't help shuddering under. 'I know you want this. But just relax, let me go slow and love you as you know I can.'

'I..I..I..want to.' Mellissa purred. 'But..mistress...you've been teasing me for so long. I..I need you now. Please. I need you inside me.'

Mellissa had been going to go one step further than that, moving beyond begging to taking matters into her own paws and push her hips back against the cock teasing her. It would have been something she didn't have a choice about. Instinct and need had taken over, her body very much in control with its urgent demands.

Which would have been all well and good had her mistress not stopped her with a gentle push of her paw against her rump, holding her still even as she rubbed her head along her dripping slit.

'I know my pet. And you've been so good. Which is why I want to make this so good for you.' Samantha whispered sweetly in her ear, the caress of hir hot breath drawing another shiver from Mellissa. That was the power shi had over her, controlling her with just the power of hir voice, never needing restraints or humiliation to show who was in charge.

'Thank you, mistress.' Mellissa flushed with heat, a wave of pleasure and desire that made it all to easy to submit to her will, fighting to stay still even as her mistress continued to tease her with the cock she wanted so much.

Controlling her movements shi might have been but there was nothing she could do to control her moans, the little whimpers and gasps of pleasure slipping past her clenched muzzle. Squeaks that grew higher each time hir cock brushed against her lips, easing a little deeper onto to withdraw before it became real penetration.

Mellissa was lost to the need of it, her legs spread in silent urging of the penetration she needed to feel, able to do nothing else but hope that her mistress took pity on her to grant her desire before she went mad with lust. Lost in everything, lost in her own whimpers and moans, lost in the gasps and grunts of her mistress that only spurred her need higher. Everything spun around her and she clung to her one anchor, her mistress.

Clinging to hir, feeling hir with her, right here and close to her. Never threatening, never intimidating or scary. Just full of sweet, passionate and powerful love she could never get enough of. Love she could never have imagined sharing with anyone.

She trembled under each thrust, mewling as shi bottomed out inside her, pressing to the very deepest limits of her pussy. Trembles that flowed right down to her core, along her spine and up her neck in icy little tingles that left her gasping. Squirming. Panting in her need and submission.

Especially as her mistress nipped at her neck, little points of her teeth drawing pleasure rather than pain. Pleasure that shi soothed with sweet kisses, slowing her hips to expand on her pleasure but never stopping. Along her neck and up to her ear she kissed, Mellissa's pleasure having no choice but to rise with it.

Mellissa arched her back, caught off guard by the sweet nip on her ear followed by a tantalising whisper of breath that carried no words but a storm of emotions. Need, longing, lust, love and devotion all in one moment until she felt her heart might just burst.

'So sweet you are.' Samantha whispered, running a tender and supportive paw over her tummy, leaving more tingles in its wake. 'So loving in this moment. And so tight around me. I know you can feel me, my sweet pet. Feeling me filling you so deep. I know you want to cum for me, to cum with me as I fuck you like the slut that you are.'

'I..I..do.' Mellissa gasped sweetly, trembling from the simple eroticism of those words as the cock still pressing and withdrawing from her tight pussy. Filling her with slow thrusts that must be as much sweet torture to her mistress as they are to her.

Then again, shi had already cum. Three, four times? Mellissa had lost count. So maybe it was more a case that she was oversensitive from her last orgasm and going as fast as she could. Which just wasn't fast enough for her. She didn't want slow right now. She wanted to cum with all the passionate love her mistress could pour into her at this moment.

Seemed she wasn't to be disappointed much longer. What had been slow teasing if heavenly thrusts into her pussy suddenly changed, building with a rythym that Mellisa had no choice but to go with. Building up and up, her mistress's paws gripping her hips tighter each time shi bottomed out within her. Fingers pressing deep into her hips for all the purchase shi could get.

Purchase and tightness Mellissa had no hope of feeling, feeling nothing but the thick shaft rubbing against the inner walls of her pussy, the bulbous head nestled deep against the depths of her tightness, even with the fevered thrusts never pulling out of her lips.

It was all Mellissa could do to stay clinging to the bed head, fingers tight on the solid wood as her hips rolled back against the cock filling her, mostly out of instinct since she could hardly press her deeper than she was already fucking her. Fucking her hard enough to have her squirming like a bitch in heat, mewling and gasping with each thrust, each passing second bringing such bliss she was surprised she hadn't cum yet. Astounded even.

If she had such rational thought for such things. No, rational thought was something that had long slipped out of her pleasure fevered mind, all conscious and unconscious instinct focused on her long denied orgasm. She couldn't even tremble any more, all of her right from the tips of her ears down to her toes locked in an irresistible tightness that only her orgasm could unlock.

'M..mistress.' Mellissa squirmed, that word being the only one she could gasp before her throat locked up too. Locked up into a deep moan as her hips dipped, her back arching against the pleasure that swelled inside her. Pleasure that radiated along her pussy and cock alike, sending arrows of desire and bliss right into her brain.

She might have been thrusting back against hir or she might not have been, she couldn't tell. But with the pounding in her head and the room pretty much swimming around her. Somehow her movements and those of her mistress blurred together until she couldn't tell where one began and the other ended.

She was of course. Unknown by her she was thrusting as hard as she could, her own gyrations growing in response to the pounding of her mistress. Her tail limp in contrast to the tightness of her body, her squirms grew more and more frantic until one last thrust her hips pressed hard and tight against the cock that had only moments ago been pumping her as bliss turned into rapturous ecstasy unlike any she had felt before. Ecstasy that not only stole her breath, but her very existence for a second. Time, space, awareness, past and present not so much drifting as washed away in a wave of white pleasure that she felt both keenly and distractedly at the same time.

In just the same way she felt her mistress' cock stiffen to unload deep inside her, spurt after spurt of creamy cum no doubt followed by a equally tense moan that mirrored the deep, full roll of hir hips as she plundered her depths on animalistic instinct.

Only when the waves of bliss faded could Mellissa come back to herself enough to realise she was no longer kneeling on the bed but lying on her side, her mistress spooned against her back with hir cock still resting inside her. Although whether having followed with her or slipped back in after her dazed adjustment she couldn't say. And certainly didn't want to ask right now.

Dazed she might have been but that didn't stop her turning her head to ask one question shakily. 'Do you think we could get one of those toys?'

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Mellissa awoke with a yawn, the cooling sea breeze tempting her away from the arms of her still sleeping mistress, the nearly nude tigress pausing only to tuck the blankets a little higher around the deeply slumbering vixen before she padded towards the balcony, not really caring who saw her in only her black panties.

The view beyond her stole all those concerns as it stole her breath, the sparkling blue ocean stretched beneath her reaching out all the way to the sky to draw her gaze away from the beach resort below with its golden sand and softly swaying palm trees. A view she hadn't been able to appreciate last night when they had checked in, both ladies having been too tired from the long haul albeit First Class flight out here to do little more than crawl into bed together for a night that just for a rarity didn't end with sweet carnal delights. But rather the sweeter, softer delight of just sharing each other's closeness. Even if she knew her mistress would likely collect with interest on that missed opportunity.

Mellissa shivered at that thought despite the warm breeze that tickled her fur. Even after years of serving her mistress, these special times they spent together hadn't changed, staying just as special as the first time seven years ago. Had it been seven? Mellissa wondered with a bemused grin. Where had that time gone? Not that she regretted any of it. They had been the best years of her life, years she had actually felt she was living rather than just existing.

'Quite the view, isn't it kitten?'

Caught off guard, Mellissa sank with a surprised purr into the arms that embraced her, blushing that she had been so distracted by her thoughts that she missed her mistress approaching. But not surprising given the question that had just risen in her mind. 'Oh yes. I had no idea it would be this gorgeous. Something must have put you in a good mood.'

That phrase might have passed unnoticed if Mellissa hadn't turned at the moment. But turn she did, perfectly in time to see something pass behind her mistress' eyes, a flicker of something that could almost have been sadness. No, it was sadness. Something Mellissa had seen rarely from her mistress but still often enough to recognise.

'Mistress?' Mellissa asked tentatively. 'Is..something wrong?'

'I..had been going to mention this later.' Samantha replied, a reply that Mellissa couldn't help notice didn't answer her question. 'But..maybe there is no point putting it off.'

Something about the little dip in her head that spoke to the sudden change in her whole demeanour rose a little spike of panic within Mellissa, her heart pounding as she squeezed her suddenly damp paws together.

'What..it's not..you aren't sick are you?' Mellissa knew she had dropped the title she should have used, but in her worry it just slipped away. 'Is that why..'

'Shhh, kitten.' A little of the Samantha she knew shone through at that even as shi drew her into a hug that for once was more tender than possessive. Yet still with a fierce almost sadness Mellissa couldn't put her finger on. 'I'm not sick. I'm not going anywhere. But..you could. If you want too. Once this week is over.'

'I..don't know what you mean.' Mellissa said, genuinely confused even if it was her anxiety showing through in her voice right now. 'Have I done something wrong?'

'No. No, you've been perfect kitten.' Samantha soothed. 'But..I'm not surprised you haven't realised...your contract expires in a week kitten. You've worked off your debt and so when we get back you will no longer be bound to me.'

Maybe her mistress had thought that would reassure her, would go some way to easing her obvious distress. If shi had thought that she was sorely mistaken, that simple pronouncement only adding to her fear. Back when this contract started, she had thought of nothing but it ending. Yet as the days moved to weeks then months then years she had stopped thinking like that, actually becoming so settled she had forgotten about the time with her ending at all. And now it had come crashing back in one icy moment of terror.

'I..I..' Melllisa stammered to find the words, her eyes welling up with barely contained tears she fought to blink away. 'I have to go? Just like that? My contract is done and I have to leave you, Mistress Samantha?'

This time Mellissa said those words purposefully, clinging to them like an anchor to the past she felt was slipping away from her. A past she very much wanted to hold onto as her present and into the future.

'Not if you don't want to.' There was something in hir voice now, something else that ran as deep as the fear she had heard before. Hope, maybe? A small tentative hope that maybe shi had clung too. 'You could sign another contract with me, my dear Mellissa. Or you could live your own life. Start again. Start anew.'

'But..without you.' Mellissa whimpered, one tear rolling unbidden down her cheek. 'That's what starting anew means. It means living without you. I didn't have a life without you. And I can't think of one without you there. So..can I stay? Stay with you?'

The smile that blossomed over her mistress' face, one of pure warmth and genuine affection went someway to explaining hir sadness. Shi must have wanted her to stay as well but hadn't wanted to force her into it, maybe doubting if she actually wanted to stay but offering her that choice no matter how hard it would be. 'Of course, my sweet pet. But let's not think about that now. We can discuss that when we get home. Right now, I want to enjoy this week.'

'And enjoy me too.' Mellissa managed with a shaky laugh, one last tear trickling down her cheek that her mistress wiped away.

'That goes without saying kitten. Now, come. We should get some breakfast. You will need all your strength for today.'

Mellissa knew what that meant as her mistress led her back to the bed that beckoned them so invitingly. A thought both exciting and comforting in equal measure. This was her life now and she wouldn't change it for the world, wouldn't trade all the remaining days with her mistress for anything. Anything at all.

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