DoD - Pt 1 - Ch 3b: Cats' pet, Bed
#4 of Dawn of Dusk
Dawn of Dusk - Part 1: Tavern Wench - Chapter 3b: Cats' pet, Bed
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I stopped at the door to Mistress Thistle's room. She unlocked and opened the door, waved me in and then closed and locked the door behind us. My mistress led me to the small table that stood between the two windows and commanded, "Stand here and don't move.". She put the satchel on the table, opened it and removed several items. She showed me a kind of harness made up of several narrow leather straps, some of them had small metal discs at the end. Grinning widely she put it on my head and touched two of the discs to the collar. A surprised squeak escaped my lips when I felt the leather straps move on their own accord, tightening around my head. One strap went around my brow, another around my muzzle with several more connecting them. She connected three more straps to the collar, one in front and two in the back. The straps were tight, but not unpleasantly so. But when I tried to move my head I realized that the harness immobilized my head almost completely. Sensing my dismay, my mistress' grin widened further and further. She picked up two leather patches and placed them over my eyes. They seemed to fuse to the harness, blinding me completely. The satisfied and decidedly evil chuckle of my mistress sent a shiver through me. Apparently satisfied with my almost complete helplessness she put her paws on my butt cheeks and squeezed. I gasped at the sudden pain. Well, it wasn't all that bad, plenty of males had squeezed harder, but somehow the rough treatment surprised me. Her thumbs played with my tailhole and the base of my tail while the other fingers continued to squeeze my rump. Every now and then she let me feel her claws. Then her paws suddenly shifted position. Her left paw cupped my left breast and squeezed my nipple while the other paw reached between my legs and began to fondle my flower almost as roughly as it had my butt. Several of her fingers slipped into me. It couldn't have been true, but it felt as if they reached all the way into my womb. Within moments I was panting and wheezing with arousal and distress. After a while her paws changed position, her right paw smeared some of my juices over my muzzle and nose before reaching for my breast while the left paw now assaulted my womanhood. Just before I could no longer contain my arousal and would have come, she stopped touching me. The sudden absence of her paws felt almost as painful as her rough handling had been but decidedly less pleasant. It also left me feeling a little violated. One of her claws touched the sensitive spot at the base of my tail and sent a shiver, almost a bolt of lightning, of pain and arousal through me. She laughed a low, throaty laugh full of lust and malice and asked teasingly, "You love that, my pet, don't you?" When I tried to answer only a few muffled noised escaped my throat. Although the straps around my muzzle were not all that tight and did allow me to move my jaw a little, the spells (it couldn't have been just the straps) on the harness gagged me very effectively. I couldn't make out much over my panting, but I thought I could hear the rustling as mistress was removed her own clothes. Slowly, little by little my heartbeat slowed and the tingling in my most sensitive parts subsided. Whatever she was doing, my mistress took her time doing it. Now that I had time to think I started wondering if she was actually following Domm (the deity of sadism) as much as she did Lespia.
"Come with me." My mistress hooked her finger under the collar and gently but firmly pulled me after her in the direction of the bed. She commanded, "Kneel." and steadied my shoulders as I obeyed. Then she stepped behind me, leaned down and connected the straps around my ankles together. I heard her sit down on the bed (I could tell that much by the rustling sound of the mattress). "Come." she guided my head and I shuffled forward to keep my balance. As I got closer, her scent filled my nostrils and I could tell that she was almost as aroused as I was. "Lap up my milk." As I leaned further forward to obey her command the straps around my muzzle loosened enough to release my tongue from my muzzle. Her scent and taste filled me. Sweet and, sour yet with harsh undertones. Strange, but not unpleasant. It was a little strange for me to have to navigate just by the feel I could get from the tip of my tongue. But I oriented myself quickly and I began to lap at her crotch. I started with the fur around her saucer and then proceeded to the rim, her lower lips. Suddenly I could feel more than hear the tiny vibrations of her purr. And I found that I could tell from the most minute changes of her purring just how much I was pleasing her, if she was getting closer to release or not. At first I was more than a little miffed at having to pleasure my mistress this way; the whole thing felt rather one-sided. But as I continued to explore her saucer of milk (or so far mostly the rim and outside) it slowly grew on me. Her scent filled me and slowly, little by little I noticed just how well I could read her body. Each lick of my tongue brought a response from her, tiny quivers of her flesh, a minute change in her purring or a barely noticeable change in the texture of her smell or taste. With a little start I realized that I was actually having fun exploring my mistress' female parts with my tongue and reading her reactions to my ministrations. Also, after a while she began to pet my head and shoulders, caressing sensitive spots on my head and especially on my ears. Every now and then she let me feel the tips of her claws, but always in a playful manner, never hurting me; urging me on without ever putting pressure on me. And slowly, very slowly the heat between my legs (and indeed all over my body) was fanned higher, not by her touch, but by my enjoyment of her reactions to my touch. I have no idea how long I pleasured her this way. My whole world contracted until it consisted of little more than the tip of my tongue and my nose with the centers of my own arousal hardly more than a pleasant background noise. Her scent filled me so completely it almost felt as if we were one. Slowly, little by little the questing tip of my tongue closed on my mistress' center. Little by little I fanned her excitement only to let it cool once more. I enjoyed playing with her; tied up and restrained as I was I was completely at her mercy and yet I held total power over her body. Playing with Mistress Thistle's arousal was so much fun I was almost loathe to bring our little game to a close. Still, I dragged it out as much as I dared; I brought her close several times, a little closer each time, before I began my final assault on her center. I must have lapped up a gallon of her milk by the time she came with a harsh scream and suddenly her claws dug painfully into my shoulders. I could feel some of the tips break my skin. Yet, the sudden pain added to my own arousal rather than detract from it. Kind of like biting down on an uncrushed whole peppercorn in a stew. A small painful shock on the tongue, but adding extra taste to the whole thing. I continued to lap at my mistress' sensitive flesh, bringing her to a climax several more times and lapping up a few more gallons of her milk in the process. Eventually I felt her tire and a tiny change in the way her fingers touched my shoulders told me that she wanted me to stop. So I slowed my ministrations to let her cool down. I lapped up some more of her juices and cleaned the fur around her steaming sex before I finally broke contact with her skin and sat down on my heels to await her next command with my head leaning against her knee so I could still feel her pleasant purring.
Mistress Thistle's heartbeat and breathing slowed down. Suddenly a little jerk ran through her body. She pushed my head away gently but firmly. Ruffling my headfur a little, she purred, "Nice. That was quite good, my little pet." I leaned into her touch and she rewarded me by scratching my ears. The straps around my muzzle tightened, forcing me to pull my tongue back into my mouth. She put her paws under my arms and commanded, "Stand up." If she had any trouble lifting me to my feet, I didn't notice it. My mistress sniffed me and then she kissed my nose and began to lick her juices from my muzzle while her paws explored my body, touching all the sensitive spots and fanning the fires of my arousal. I groaned in distress when, once again, she stopped just short of getting me off. She chuckled evilly, licked my right ear, bit it playfully and whispered, "Patience, my little pet."
She stepped around me and undid the strap that connected my ankles. She also removed the straps that restrained my hands and tail. She commanded, "Lie down on the bed my pet. On your back with your tail between the legs." I shuffled forward carefully until my paws found the bed. Since I was still blindfolded I had to move by feel. Once I lay on the bed, my mistress' paws and claws prodded me until I lay where she wanted me to. She attached straps to my wrists and ankles and (presumably) connected them to the bedposts. Another strap connected the tip of my tail to the center of the foot-end of the bed. She attached two more straps to my knees, pulling my legs even further apart. Suddenly all the straps began to contract at the same time, pulling my limbs apart until they were taut and I could barely move a finger, let alone anything else. The bed shook as my mistress climbed in. She licked my muzzle and then her tongue moved slowly down my body. I gasped at the exciting pain as the rough tongue licked at my very sensitive nipples. I shivered in anticipation as the teasing tip reached my belly button and moved slowly, ever so slowly further downward. She circled my quivering flower several times before her tongue finally dipped into me. Only to pull back again. My mistress smacked her lips and chuckled, "Mm tasty rodent milk." And then she suddenly unleashed all of her skill on my helpless body. Her tongue, lips, teeth, the soft pads of her fingers and the sharp tips of her claws seemed to touch, caress, nibble, bite and poke me everywhere at once. My heartbeat sped up and soon I was fighting for breath (the tight straps around my muzzle only let me breathe through the nose). Just as I thought I that I would pass out from lack of air the straps released my muzzle enough to let me breathe easier. The assault on my senses continued until I could not tell if it was her tongue lapping at my flower and her paws playing with my nipples or the other way around. Her teasing continued for some time, taking my close to release several times only to slow down time and gain, and left me squirming helplessly in my bonds, vainly trying to keep in contact with her questing fingers and tongue. And then she finally took pity on me and sent me over the edge with a powerful lick of the rough tongue. My chittering cries of passion filled the night. But as powerful as my orgasm was, it did not last long and it was the only one my mistress allowed me. Once she had taken me over the edge, she pulled away and stopped touching me. Her muzzle stayed between my legs, teasing and torturing me by blowing hot air into me. Only when I had cooled down did her tongue return to lap up the juices of my passion that had soaked into the fur on my thighs.
After a bit she climbed on top of me again, licked my left ear and whispered, "That was only a little hint of what I can do. But if you want more, my pet, then you'll have to convince me. Show me what you can with your tongue and lips when they are not restrained. But no talking. Understood?" I nodded, with just a tiny little movement of my head, all that the harness would allow me. "Make it good." She bit the tip of my ear gently. Then she removed most of the straps that restrained my head and muzzle, leaving only the blindfold. The bed shook when she clambered around as she changed position. It didn't take me long to figure out what position my mistress had assumed as the scents of her current arousal and the earlier orgasms filled my nose. Her crotch was above my head while she faced towards the foot of the bed. I only had to lift my head a little before my tongue found the wet fur on her thighs and then the even wetter skin of her female parts. Obediently and eagerly I began to lap at her saucer of milk. Once again I smelled and felt her pleasure at my ministrations. After a bit she began to show her approval. But it likely wouldn't have been my Mistress Thistle if she hadn't taken her sweet time. At first she only blew air into my hot sex. I could feel her muzzle coming closer and closer. Slowly ever so slowly. And when her tongue finally touched me, it was only the fur around my flower, touching so gently I could hardly tell she was touching me at all. A pair of long licks along my lower lips sent a shiver of ecstasy up my spine. I whimpered in distress and my hips tried to follow the retreating tongue. My mistress gave a low, throaty and purring laugh at my helplessness. In desperation I redoubled my assault on her sex which was eventually rewarded. Still, she played with me, teasing me just enough to keep me desperate and hinting at better things to come. This went on for a while. She lifted her hips out of range of my questing tongue while she continued teasing me for a while before she finally lowered her saucer of milk into reach again. After that I assaulted her with everything my tongue and lips could do. She rewarded me with more serious teasing. This time it didn't take long until my mistress screamed in pleasure and arced her back. As her body shook in ecstasy her juices dribbled all over my face and chest. I kept licking her steaming pot of milk. After a short while she screamed a second time. But this time she lifted her hips out of reach of my questing tongue. She rested a bit, purring loudly all the time. When her heartbeat slowed a little and her breathing grew less ragged she returned to teasing my painfully aroused female parts. The sweet torture was starting to really get to me. Not daring to speak, I made the most pitiful pleading whimpers I could think of. After a little while my mistress finally took pity on me and her tongue plunged deep into me. As aroused as I was, it seemed to take no time at all before a chittering scream of ecstasy escaped my muzzle. My body shook and my limbs hurt as I started trashing around (or I would have, had I not been bound so tightly). She kept me going for a very pleasant while, giving me several orgasms, one or two even made me see stars, some were less intense. Somehow I was sure that this was not a matter of skill but choice on her part. I was panting and wheezing long before her tongue returned to just teasing me. And lapping up my milk, of course. She let me cool down for a while before the tip of her rasping tongue tipped deep into me once more. But this time she only took me to the edge before she pulled back. My mistress teased me for a few more moments before she stopped completely. She laughed at my groans of distress. I noticed her scent increase a little as she lowered her hips a little to bring her saucer of milk closer to my head. But as I quickly found out, that while she had lowered her saucer into reach of my tongue, it was only barely. By stretching my neck, lifting my head as far as my bonds allowed and sticking out my tongue as far as it could go I could lick her with the tip just inside her lips. Desperate for her approval and hoping to grant me further release I tried to bring my mistress off once more. But it was not to be. Try as I might, I could tease and arouse her, but I just couldn't get enough contact to do more. And somehow I could tell that she enjoyed my futile struggles as much if not more than the physical arousal my tongue brought her. Mistress Thistle let me try for a few minutes before she commanded, "Enough." Frustrated and exhausted I let my head fall back onto the bed. "Don't move." She lowered her hips until her wet lips touched my muzzle and then she proceeded to rub her sex and her juices all over my face and chest. That done, she released the bond that restrained my tail. Then she turned around until she was kneeling over me, facing me and removed the blindfold. Then she shoved the tip of my tail deep into my wet sex, before using it to spread my own juices over my face and chest as well.
That done, Mistress Thistle loosened the straps that restrained my limbs a little. She disconnected the strap that connected my left wrist from the corner of the bed and attached it to the middle of the headboard, then she did the same for my left foot, securing it at the bottom of the bed, not to headboard, of course. Then she undid the strap that held my right arm. That done she laid down next to me, purring audibly. She lay on her side and smiled down at me. Having been blindfolded before she took off her clothes, now was the first time I could look at her nude body, at least without major distractions. Almost the first thing I noticed was that she wore a collar and bands around her wrists and ankles that looked the same as the ones I wore. She even had one on her tail near the tip. Somehow I was certain she also had one at the base of her tail, but I couldn't see that at the moment. She was heavier than I but not fat, and older than I, by my best guess at least ten years older, but I could not say on what I based that assessment. Her breasts were surprisingly big for a fur (but nowhere close to the biggest I had seen on human females) and they were only lightly furred. A relatively large area around the nipples, which were big and engorged from arousal, was completely free of fur, making me think that she had shaved off some of the fur. The fur on her belly was light gray with one large buff spot around her navel. Her left leg lay on the bed while the right one was upright, showing off her saucer of milk. It was surrounded by a white spot. A finger's width of her fur had been shaved off around her lower lips, which were dark red from from all the blood flowing through them. My mistress was beautiful, no way around it. And she was attractive, even alluring. Not like a male and not as attractive (to me, at least) as a male could be but better quite a few. After examining her whole body, I found my eyes drawn to her breasts, watching them move as she breathed was almost hypnotizing. After a bit I tore my eyes away from them to look at her face. Apparently sensing my unspoken question she put a finger on my lips, indicating that I was to remain silent for now. We lay still for several minutes, just looking at each other before she leaned down, licked and kissed my left ear and whispered, "Feel free to touch me." While voiced only as a permission, I was certain that a command or at least a strong suggestion to do it was implied. Besides I found that I kind of did want to touch and caress my mistress's body. I lifted my right arm and gently touched her heart. The minute vibrations of her purring increased and seemed to travel down my arm and filled my own body, it felt almost as if I was purring myself. She smiled encouragingly and my paw cupped her left breast for a long moment and then began to explore it with my fingertips. It felt a little weird to examine a female that way (instead of a male as I usually do), but not unpleasant, rather the opposite. After a few moments her left paw reached down to touch my chest and then my left breast. As I continued to caress and examine her I found that the movements of her paw mirrored my own, at least in rouchly. Also I could tell from minute changes in her breathing or purring that my caresses aroused her. I found my own arousal growing once more, though for the life of me I couldn't tell which did more for it, her touching me or me touching her. When I gently squeezed a nipple between my fingers, always careful not to hurt her with my long and sharp claws, I found her nipple rock hard and hot. When her fingers squeezed my nipple a few moments later I realized that it was almost as hard as hers had been. I continued examining her fascinating breasts for a while before I shifted my attention to her neck and then her ears and face. All the time her paw continued mirroring my movements. After a bit my paw moved lower once more, caressing her belly, thighs and finally her invitingly spread sex. She let me touch her lower lips but when my questing finger started to enter her, she stopped me, gently but firmly pulling my arm away. Then she leaned down and began to lick and kiss first my left ear and then the rest of my head and muzzle. The kisses were gentle, almost chaste, almost more like a mother's kisses than a lover's. When my mistress had kissed pretty much ever part of my head, at least those facing her, except for my lips she turned her attention to my neck. And slowly, little by little, the kisses became more intense, no more the gentle kisses of a mother but the insistent kisses of a lover trying to get you aroused. Her lips moved lower still, circling my breasts before slowly closing on my tingling nipples. My heart beat faster and my breath became a little ragged. And I found that without noticing it, my free arm had wrapped itself around her neck, trying to urge her on. Suddenly the bed shook as she changed position and then she was on top of me. I almost squealed in surprise when her hot and wet female parts rubbed against mine; for a moment it felt almost like a male sword trying to enter me. Of course she couldn't do that but the intimate contact and the heat her bare skin radiated was still very arousing. A long gasp escaped my lips when her lips finally closed around my left nipple. I almost came when her rough tongue licked me and then her needle-sharp teeth bit my nipple so hard they almost broke the skin. I whimpered in disappointment when she stopped rubbing her sex against mine. She turned her attention to my right nipple for a bit before stopping completely. I groaned in distress as my body slowly slipped away from the edge of passion. Mistress Thistle hoovered above me and looked down at me, smiling gently. She didn't touch me, our only contact was from my paw, which still clutched the back of her head. Somehow my claws had failed to pierce her skin, even in the throes of frustrated passion. We stared at each other while our arousal receded slowly. The feeling came slowly, so slowly I didn't realize it at first until I suddenly found that I could feel the heat from her nipples and her lower lips. They didn't touch me, but the distance between us was little more than a hair's width. But when I lifted my hips to close the distance my mistress evaded me skillfully, keeping the distance the same no matter how I moved. She did the same with our breasts, keeping the tiny distance between us, even adjusting for the movements caused by our breathing. My mistress seemed not to mind my efforts and her smile turned into a smug grin as she enjoyed my helplessness. After a bit I gave up and lay still once more. And then she suddenly leaned down and kissed me on the lips. The first kiss was gentle and chaste but then she turned up the heat. Her tongue slipped into my muzzle and within moments I was responding in kind. And what a kisser she was! Real toe-curlers! Our lips were glued together while our tongues wrestled. Had it been an unfriendly match, she would have defeated me soundly, but since it was friendly, we both won. My paw on her neck held her so tightly I expected my claws to shred her fur, but somehow that never happened. Or I would have expected this, had I been able to think any coherent thought. The kiss went on and on, and my excitement grew moment by moment. Soon I was fighting for breath but unable and unwilling to end this magical kiss. When my mistress finally broke the kiss I was seeing stars, both from lack of air and from excitement. Had the kiss continued for only a few more moments, I would have come. And probably passed out as well. I groaned in distress, but suddenly I was so exhausted I barely found the strength to keep breathing. My mistress looked at me for a long moment before she collapsed on top of me. As her purring and trembling body pressed down on me I realized that she was just as exhausted as I was. And that she had been just as close to release. I found it difficult to understand her behavior, playing with me, teasing me by arousing me I could understand. But I couldn't really understand why she did the same thing to herself. Whatever her reasons, for the moment we were too exhausted to do much but try to regain our breath while our bodies and passions slowly cooled once more.
After a few minutes of rest Mistress Thistle finally propped herself up on her elbows. She looked down at me, licked my nose gently and smiled at me, "I'm pleased, my pet. You're a pretty good kisser." After a moment she added, "You may speak now, my little pet." "Thank you, Mistress. Wow. That kiss was incredible. I would have come if you hadn't stopped." "Yes. So would I." "Please let me come. I don't think I've ever been that close so often and not had release." "No." "Please?" "No. Not today." "Why?" "Because I like it that way and because you are my pet. You will get release when I grant it to you and only when I allow it. Understood?" I really felt like protesting, but after a moment I submitted, "Yes, Mistress." "Good. If it's any consolation for you, I won't allow myself release either. Today, that is." She looked at me strangely and added, "If you really can not stand it any more, then I will make you one offer: If you decide that you don't want to be my pet any more, I'll grant you release, once, and then you leave. Well, what do you say?" The offer was tempting, my body cried out for release, but I realized that I would trade a lot of passion later for a little satisfaction now. Besides, I had given her my word and I do take word seriously, particularly when loving is involved. I groaned dramatically and answered, "No, Mistress. I gave my word to be your pet until you break your fast tomorrow and I won't go back on my word. Unless you wish to send me away, of course." "So be it, my little pet. I will keep teasing you, but you won't get any release today and neither will I. But we will wake up the neighborhood tomorrow. If you're good." "I'll be good, Mistress." And then I just had to ask, "How can you stand it, Mistress. I'm so horny it feels like I'd die if I don't get release soon. And I know you are just as excited as I am. I can smell it, I can feel it." "Yes, you did make me very horny indeed. I can tell that you don't have much experience pleasing a female, but you have been very enthusiastic and attentive to my needs. I'm very pleased with you so far. It's just that I find that the longer I drag it out the sweeter the release at the end will be. Also, if I go to sleep when I'm excited but not satisfied I get the best dreams." "I just hope I'll be able to sleep at all." "Oh, you will. It may take you a bit to fall asleep, but once you do you will sleep very well. Trust me on this." "And now let's get ready for bed." With that she got up. She walked over to the far window and opened the shutters a little. Then she blew out the candle. For a moment I found it difficult to see but the moon was up and my eyes soon adjusted. When I could see again, my mistress was standing next to me, watching me. She bent down and released my feet and then my second arm. Then she commanded, "Stand up." I sat up. When I tried to stand up, my knees felt decidedly wobbly. But my mistress caught my arms and steadied me. Then she turned me around until I faced towards the head of the bed, away from her. From behind me her hands reached down and pressed gently against the insides of my thighs, indicating that I should spread my legs. I obeyed quickly, of course. She grabbed my right wrist and pulled it behind my back where she attached the wrist strap to the one around the base of my tail. A moment later I felt her feet press against mine. I couldn't see her, of course, but I could feel her lean down and touch my ankles, first the right one and then the left one. After a moment I realized that she had attached my ankles to her own. Next she grabbed my tail and pulled it down and passed it between her legs. Then she wrapped her own tail around it and connected the bands around the tips of our tails together. She leaned forward and nuzzled my neck. Then her face pressed gently against the back of my head and I realized that she had connected our collars with a very short strap. My breath sped up a little as I felt her hard nipples rub against my back. Then her right wrist was connected to the base of my tail. A low moan escaped my lip when the fingers reached between my thighs and caressed my lower lips. Finally her left arm caught mine and a moment later our wrist bands were tied together. We were now more or less completely tied together. "Let's lie down." Trying to move together was a little difficult but we were both limber enough to manage it and my mistress undoubtedly had enough experience doing this. Soon we lay on the bed. I lay on my right side with my mistress spooning me. Adjusting the pillow with only one free hand (or two hands tied together) took a bit of doing but soon we were comfortable enough.
We lay like this for a few minutes while I tried to calm down enough so that I might eventually fall asleep. But before my heartbeat slowed nearly enough to even think about sleeping, Mistress Thistle became frisky once more. She lifted her left leg and bent it at the knee, forcing me to do the same. This gave her right paw easy access to my still hot and wet flower and her fingers began to caress the insides of my thighs. Her left paw reached for my breasts and began to knead them gently. Her tongue snaked out of her muzzle and licked my left ear. Then she whispered, "You may touch me as well." Obeying the implied command the fingers of my right paw found her saucer of milk. To be honest, tied up the way we were, touching her center was easier than trying to avoid touching it had been. "I'm not sleepy yet. I'd like to get to know my pet a little more. And I'm sure you have some questions for me as well." After a moment she added, "You can play with me as much as you like, get me as horny as you want but don't get me off. Understood?" Her fingers shifted from the insides of my thighs to my lips and further inside. And suddenly her hard nipples seemed to bore into my back and it felt as if we were both purring. "Yes, Mistress." The intensity of my mistress' ministrations increased and made it difficult to think as I once more approached a climax. But once more her fingers slipped out of me just before I could reach a peak and I whimpered in distress. She let me cool down a little and asked, "Well? I'm sure you have some questions for me." "Yes. Um-mm, Mistress..." Suddenly her fingers slipped into me and two of her claws gently poked my most sensitive spot deep inside my flower. Whatever I had been trying to think dissolved in a red mist of arousal so strong that I hardly noticed the pain. A long moan of pure pleasure escaped my lips only to turn into another groan of frustration as her fingertips retreated once more. My mistress chuckled, low and throaty. Once more she let me cool down, "You know, you are a real delight, my pet." She laughed once more, obviously delighted at my helplessness and my reactions to her touch. Her fingers continued to tease me, her right paw between my legs and the left one on my breasts. The teasing was very pleasant and arousing, it kept me hot but not so hot that I had trouble thinking. It wasn't easy to think coherently while my mistress played with my body. Finally I managed to ask, "Do you follow Domm?" "Do I follow Domm? Does it look like I do? While it might seem that way, no I don't. Or at least not far. Well, where I'm from we have a saying that all cats follow Domm, some may follow him only a little, but they all do. And there is at least some truth to it. As I'm sure you have noticed, I like to play. And I like to tease, sometimes I like to play rough and, well, sometimes I might take things a little far. But I don't follow Domm, at least not deliberately. Many followers of Domm are not really concerned all that much if their plaything is having fun. If she's a follower of Lirriel then she'll probably have fun, or at least some fun, no matter if her master tries to make it fun for her or not. Of course, some are concerned about that, but certainly not all." My mistress nuzzled my neck for a bit while her fingers intensified their caresses, but not nearly enough to get me off. Then she went on, "I follow Lespia, and for me it is always important than the girl I'm with enjoys herself. In this regard Lespia is much like Lillith, sex is something to enjoyed together by both. Or by all. I'm sure you understand that." "Yes, I do. I would feel bad if I had fun but the male I was with didn't." After a moment I added, "Or a female, for that matter." "Just so. There is one difference between Lespia and Lillith. When a male is with a female they usually have fun at the same time. With two females it's more common for them to have fun one after the other. You lick me to a climax and then I return the favor. Of course both types pairings can do it the other way. And when I'm on top, when I'm in charge and you're my pet, then I like to tease you and string you along for a while before I let you cum. But I will make it fun for you." "I noticed. Not as fun or as often as I might have liked, but you please me a lot, Mistress. But not as much as you could have. I'm certain you could do better." "Yes, I can. But that's the fun of playing." At this point her fingers invaded me once more and the soft pads and sharp claws worked their magic on me for a long, yet much too short moment. "And if you continue to please me, you will find out tomorrow morning just what I can do." She nuzzled my neck for a bit and gently nibbled on my ear. Then she added, "Besides, no follower of Domm would use ever use toys like what we are wearing now." "No? Why not, Mistress. They are pretty good at tying me up and controlling me." "Yes, they are. But they are just as good at tying me up as well. There is no difference between the my collar and cuffs and yours." "So I could use them to tie you up?" I asked a little incredulous. "Yes. Well, not at the moment and not today. For one, you have to know how to activate those functions. But there are no secret words or anything, you just have to think about what you want then to do in the right way. It might take you some, but I'm sure you're smart enough that you'd figure it out eventually. Of course, being a follower of Lespia makes is easier, but I following Lillith would probably help at least a little as well. But not today. For one, you agreed to be my pet and therefore my commands would always trump yours. And I have a lot more experience using and controlling my toys." "I see." Somehow that last sentence mad me wonder if 'toys' referred only to the collars or included me as well. "The collars have several other uses. You have already used several of those features, even if you didn't realize it. For one they give you a better feel for your partner, if both of us are wearing one. They let you feel how she feels, how she reacts to your caresses, if she's aroused, that kind of thing." "So when I licked you and felt how your body reacted that was just the collars?" I felt a little disappointed about that. "Yes, but not only. The collars can only help you, they can't force my feelings on you. You have to want to know how I feel. And I can feel it when you try to reach out to me. This is why I said you're a very attentive lover. You really wanted to please me, not just wanted to get me off, but you cared about it, wanting me to enjoy your tongue. This is one thing I love about you. More people than I would like care too much about their own needs and too little about those of their lovers." She kissed my neck. "Thank you, Mistress." Her words had lifted my spirits again. "Now, why don't you try it? I've made you really hot a couple of times, don't you think it's time you did the same to me?" "Yes, Mistress." But that was easier said than done. My mistress had two paws to work with and she could nibble and nuzzle my neck. Not to forget the hard nipples poking my back so deliciously. Still, with a bit of effort I managed to turn my head enough to lick her muzzle. With a little more effort I could also kiss her, but only in a rather chaste manner. I might have done more had she deigned to position her head better but I quickly realized that she didn't want to make it easy for me. After a little I realized that I could tease her nipples by pressing my back against them and shifting around. I could feel her reacting to my efforts, heard her breath speed up and felt her heart beat faster. I also did what I could with the fingers of my right paw, teasing and rubbing the sensitive skin around and just inside her pussy's lips. But here I was my biggest handicap: Unlike hers, my claws do not retract and they were just as sharp as hers. And as much as I wanted to excite her. I didn't want to really hurt her. After a while my mistress chided me, "Not bad, but I know you can do a lot better than that. Don't be shy, my pet." "I would like to, but I don't dare. I don't want to hurt you with my claws, Mistress." I could hear the grin in her voice as she said, "Our collars have a few more tricks. Here, let me show you." She removed her left paw from my chest and held it before my face. As I watched, she extended the claw from her index finger and commanded, "Hold still." I had to struggle a little not to turn my head away as the needle-sharp tip approached my nose. The claw touched the sensitive skin on the tip of my nose and pressed harder, increasing the force little by little. It hurt, not a whole lot, but still. And then I felt the tip of my mistress' claw break the skin and slide into my flesh. I could feel that very clearly, but the pain didn't increase much compared to when the claw had just poked at my skin. And when she pulled the claw out a few moments later there was no blood on it and I could not smell any either. "Well? As you can see no damage was done." "I can't hurt you?" "No. Alright, you can hurt me, but only if you really want to. The spell only prevents accidental damage and it can only affect small wounds. If you sink your claws all the way into my flesh it will most likely overwhelm the spell. Why don't you try it a little?" Knowing that I the spell would prevent damage helped some, but I still had to force myself to stick my fingers deeper into her wet flower. My fear of hurting my mistress receded slowly as I felt her respond to my caresses. I was somewhat surprised, or maybe I shouldn't have been, considering my own reactions, that lightly poking the most sensitive spots deep inside her with the tip of my claw brought the greatest response. Her purring intensified and her heartbeat and breathing sped up. I played with her, basking in the joy and pleasure I felt from her, slowly exploring her hot and wet pussy. Suddenly I realized that my mistress was quickly approaching a climax, almost teetering on the edge, and I pulled my fingers out of her just in time. For good measure I also stopped rubbing my back against her nipples. But I did continue to lick at her muzzle and to caress the wet skin and fur around her saucer while I let her cool off. "Now that was really nice, my pet. I think that deserves a reward." With that the fingers of her right paw slipped a little further into me and intensified their caresses. "Mistress?" "Yes, my pet." "I... I really would like to taste you." "Why not." Her left paw moved closer to our hips and with a little straining I could poke the fingers of my paw into her wet sex. Then she moved the paw close to my face so I could lick her juices off my wet fingers. "Well?" "You taste good, Mistress." She move her paw back to my hips and poked her fingers into my wet and eager sex. Then she licked my juices from her fingers and purred, "So do you, my pet, so do you." Her fingers returned to my snatch to scoop some more of my juices. But this time the wet and sticky fingers were held in front of my muzzle. After only a moment's hesitation I began to lick off my own nectar. It didn't taste half bad. Still, lapping up my own juices was a little unusual for me. Well, I often tasted them mixed with some male's cum but hardly ever on their own. When the fingers were dry our paws returned to where her thigh rubbed against my ass. Obeying the unspoken command I got my fingers sticky with my mistress' cream. This time she brought the paw to her own muzzle and licked it clean. After that our paws returned to our wet snatches to scoop up more of our cream, alternating between us. Only not to lick up the juices but to rub into the fur of our muzzles, filling my nose with the scents of our lovemaking. Or more so, there was plenty of those scents even before this. Then we went back to teasing each other, sometimes gently, sometimes not so.
"I am not going to tell you all the tricks our collars can do, but there is one more important thing. And this is something why a follower of Domm would never dream of using them: You can only take off the collar and the cuffs when your partner is satisfied. That also applies to me, even when you are my pet." "So I can only take them off if I make you climax? What if I can't?" "No, 'satisfy' doesn't necessarily mean that I have to have a climax. There is not strict rule what is considered 'satisfied'. If I am satisfied that you tried your best, then that would be enough. And don't worry. I'm plenty satisfied with you, my little pet. Though I do have hopes that you'll satisfy me a lot more before we finally take the collars off tomorrow." "Thank you, Mistress. For a moment I was worried that..." "That I would use this to force you to serve me longer?" "Something like that." "You don't need to worry about that. These toys have been blessed by Lespia. They are for making love, not for forcing one's will on your partner or hurting her." "I see. I'm sorry, Mistress." "I understand, I realize that what I said was easy to misunderstand. My point was something else: I can't take off my collar until you are satisfied as well." "How?" "There's no fixed rule about that. It's mainly how you feel about the whole thing. You must be happy with what we did. One important point is that you must not feel that I treated you unfairly. That doesn't mean that we have to have the same number of climaxes but you must feel that it was reasonably balanced. Well, I always try to make it fun for my lover, but for a follower of Andariel the important point could just as well be that I paid her well." "I see. To be honest I'm not sure I'm satisfied then. I mean I'm not unsatisfied, but until I get a little release..." "I can feel that. But don't worry, just wait until tomorrow morning." "Yes. Mistress." We went back to teasing each other for a while. "Just in case you are worrying, there is an 'emergency release'. If one of us gets really afraid or the like, the ties will open."
"Daisy?" "Yes, Mistress?" "Would you mind telling me a little about yourself. I would kind of like to know how a squirrel came to have human parents. But tell me only if you want to." "I don't mind telling you, Mistress." I collected my thoughts for a moment before I began, "My parents were from Ranas... " [I've already told the story in the first chapter, so I'm not going to repeat it here] "Interesting. Very interesting, my pet." Suddenly my mistress's fingers redoubled their assault on my helpless but willing body. It didn't take long before I was panting and moaning, once more quickly approaching a climax. And then I groaned and whimpered in frustrated desire when she, once again, she stopped just before I could reach the peak. When I had cooled down enough to think clearly once again she asked, "Would you like to know a bit about me as well?" "Yes, Mistress. I really would." "Then listen. And only listen, don't ask questions." "Yes, Mistress."
As you might have guessed, I come from a rich family, minor nobility in fact. I had a pleasant enough childhood, I loved my parents even if I was raised as much by the servants who waited on my parents as by my mother. Like my mother and most female kits I was raised in the faith of Lillith. Our family was on good terms with another noble family. Their title was a little more prestigious than ours and they had more land but they were less wealthy. A lot of our family's wealth comes from trading. This family had a boy, who was a little more than a year older than me. They were also felines, but in their case they had some lion blood as well. We visited them regularly and when we did I usually played with their son and the other children. I can't say that we were particularly close friends, but we were definitely on friendly terms. As the time for my first moon-blood approached our parents decided that it would be a good idea for our families to be joined by blood. As you probably know, arranged marriages are relatively common among noble families. I was at least two minds about the whole thing. Having been brought up in Lillith's faith the idea of starting a family thrilled me. Also the boy had become rather handsome and charming. But a part of me was much less thrilled, somehow the whole idea felt wrong to me. My parents kind of pressured me into the marriage. It was a very gentle pressure, but still. I know that they wanted only the best for our family and me. They loved me enough and respected Lillith enough that they would not have forced me into the marriage had I protested. But I was hardly able to make sense of my fears and misgivings to myself and even less to them. And so I eventually agreed. Then my first moon-blood came and was celebrated in the usual manner in a temple of Lillith. Soon afterwards we were engaged and my husband to be turned all his charm onto me. In a way it was actually fun, but something kept nagging at the back of my mind. Not quite a year after my first moon-blood we were married. At first it was actually quite fun. The expected happened and about two months afterwards I conceived a child. A daughter as it turned out. But as the my pregnancy progressed and especially after we learned that the child would be a daughter things soured and little by little we lost interest in each other. A part of me hoped that things would get better once the child was born and we could express our love properly once more but this didn't happen and things worsened even more. During our more or less regular lovemaking he paid less and less attention to my needs and I in turn to his. Still, at some level we both wanted our family to function, if only so we would not embarrass our parents. So we sought the aid and counsel of a priestess of Lillith. As she tried to help us revive the spark in our marriage I slowly realized that I was much more attracted to the priestess and enjoyed her attention much more than my husband's. Eventually I confessed my feelings to her and after a little more soul-searching she sent me to the temple of Lespia. And there I quickly found out what had been the problem and where my real place was. It was a bit of a scandal but eventually our marriage was annulled. Probably the only reason we managed to avoid a family feud was that our only child was a female and as such less important to my husband as his heir. It took a bit of diplomacy, from the priestesses as well as us, but eventually we got to the point where things were reasonably cordial between our families. Not as close as before, but not too bad. After that I had several lovers, some good, some less so, all female, of course until I met my wife a few years ago. We married a few months after we met the first time and have been happy together since. We don't cheat on each other, but we both decided that we didn't want to be without comfort while I'm away on my trips. I have three children, the female from my former husband and a male and another female from other males, followers of Lillith's tail who agreed to help me with this. My wife has two male children, the second was born a few months ago. Well, that's my life in a nutshell. Any questions? I may not answer, though.
"So you don't follow Lillith any more?" "No. No, I meant that in the sense that I still do follow her, just not as far as I used to. I love my kits and those of my wife and I do everything I can to be a good mother. If you want to put it that way, I follow Lespia for my wife and my fun and comfort and I follow Lillith for my children. Does that make any sense to you?" I thought about that a bit, "I guess." "Besides, I definitely do like to pray to Lillith, of course more with the priestess than with the followers of Her tail. They are always good lovers, even when you're a female who prefers other females. I do not really want to be with them often, but I have not regretted the times I was." "Now that I can understand easily." When I didn't say anything else my mistress decided, "Well, then let's sleep. After a little more fun." Her fingers had not been idle while she told her story but now her fingers intensified their assault on my sensitive spots, particularly those deep in my belly, once more. Soon I was panting and moaning with desire and then I groaned as she stopped once more just before taking me over the edge. When I had cooled down enough to regain control of my own fingers enough not to seriously injure her I returned the favor as best as I could. From her own moans and groans I didn't do too badly. "Sleep well, my delicious little pet." With that she pulled out entwined tails on top of our bodies and then the thin blanket for good measure, the night promised to be a little chilly. "Good night, Mistress." My mistress seemed to fall asleep almost instantly, though I wasn't entirely sure if she actually fell asleep that quickly or only pretended to sleep. It took me a while before the fire in my belly cooled enough to fall asleep. But eventually the gentle touch of her body, her soft snores, the scents of our lovemaking and most of all her purring lulled me into sleep.