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The 'Slave' Maid Arrives

For Catsithx

By Draconicon

Clover was escorted by a guard right up to the walls of the feline's estate. She knew that she had been brought here to be a slave, but as she looked around the grounds, she could see others that bore the mark of a slave around their neck, too. The mark, but not the collar. The chestnut mare turned her head this way and that, flicking her eyes from one worker to another, and realized that they had all been slaves.

Had been. Her new owner had been freeing them.

The mare felt the tug on her collar, following the guard that held her reins. He was not a good man, having been rather rough for the trip from the town to the lonely estate, but the fox would soon be gone. Soon, she'd have a chance to measure her new owner.

And measure she would.

They walked down the dirt road to the front door of the manor, and when they arrived, the fox knocked on the door. Clover, standing over him by at least a foot and a half, crossed her arms under her bare breasts. She had no shame in lifting them up, letting them heavy things rest on her arms, nor did she have any shame with the rest of her nudity. The life of a slave, after all, was frequently one where shame had to be abandoned merely for survival. The life of a sex slave, like hers, meant that shame only had value if it turned one's master on.

Somehow, she doubted that her shame would be at all arousing to this one.

Finally, the door opened, and she was greeted with the sight of a cat. A dark-furred one, for the most part, with a hint of light around the eyes and elsewhere. He wore a leather shirt and trousers, and boots, too, making her think that he was probably someone that worked in the forests. A ranger, perhaps. A glance down at his fingers confirmed that there were calluses on his thumbs that went with bow-work.

"Your slave, sir," the fox said.

"Thanks. That'll be all."

"You sure?"

"Yes. Go."

The cat waved, and the fox handed her reins over to the feline. She was gently tugged forward, pulled into the house, and she went along with it, glancing left and right as she took in the manor itself.

It was fairly large and spacious, she had to admit. There were a dozen rooms on the left and right of her as she walked in, and she could see that they were quarters for the laborers that worked outside. She imagined slaves that had been finally allowed to live in a nice house, and she already knew that this man would have their absolute loyalty.

Clover smiled. This was getting better and better.

As they left the slave quarters behind, the feline looked back at her. His eyes were obviously trying to look up and down her naked body, and she shifted position a bit, a hand on her hips, her legs spread slightly to allow her pussy to be seen from the front. As soon as she did, the cat's cheeks turned red and he tried to look away.

"You, um...I thought that you would be brought dressed."

"Yeah, well, that's the problem if the guard doesn't know your type," Clover said.

"My...type?"

"Yeah. Whether you're looking for a cute girl, a helpless maiden, a strong servant, or -"

"What are you talking about?"

"Your 'type.' The kind of sex slave that you want?"

"...I...I wasn't ordering..."

"Oh, you're one of those masters, are you?" she asked, smiling as she leaned forward. The simple shift in position was enough to push her 'master' against the wall, her arm over his shoulder, her height meaning she could lean over him with ease. "You're the sort of guy that buys slaves and then sets them free, hoping for adulation, hoping for them to love you for being a good guy."

"I - no! I just set them free because it's the right thing to do."

"Heh, is that so? Are you saying you don't have any fantasies about women thanking you on their hands and knees, sucking you off until you blow down their throats, swearing loyalty to you for being their savior?"

Her master stared at her, his eyes wide, and his mouth worked soundlessly. Yet, despite that, the mare knew that she was only scratching at the service. Not that her new master was worse than that, but rather, that he was a lot more complicated than that meager description.

She cocked her head to the side as she looked him over, and she smiled.

"What's your name?"

"Simon. What's -"

"You'll call me 'slave,' Simon. Not because I am one, but because it could be kinky."

"What -"

"And more to the point, you are not going to free me. Not yet." She reached up to her neck, bringing his hand along with her, to make him touch her collar. "You feel that? That's going to stay on until you can master me. And then, and only then, are you going to take it off."

"What are you talking about? What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm taking charge, my pushover master," Clover said, bringing her other hand to the feline's pants. "And I'm going to stay in charge until you can find a way to stop me. Looking at you, that's going to take you quite a while to do."

He had a decent cock, she had to admit that much. She had been expecting something small due to the difference in their sizes, but she wasn't going to say no to what he was packing. It was good enough to fill her hand with a little extra, and that was all anyone needed. They could always want more, but it was all that they needed.

She ran her fingers up and down his shaft as Simon blushed at her, and pulled him a bit closer. His cock ran along her thigh as she crouched down a little, dragging his hands down to her hips to hold her and keep her from falling. He gasped as she lowered her hips just enough for her pussy to touch his cock.

"What are you doing?!"

"I'm fucking you, 'master.' And you're going to take it...unless you can stop me."

Smirking, Clover dropped herself down, taking the feline's shaft right up her pussy. It wasn't a breaker of a cock, but it still felt nice as she pinned his shoulders to the wall and rode it for all it was worth.

Up, down, up, down she took him, her pussy getting wetter the more that she used his cock for her pleasure. Her breath came a bit faster as he finally started to get into it, using his claws to hold her hips for a bit, but it wasn't the sort of dominant display that she had required of him. It felt more like he was trying to hold on for dear life, and it was the only thing that was in reach for him right at that moment.

Clover grinned, starting to press herself more firmly against him, her chest flattening against his, her breasts grinding up and down against his body. The feline gasped repeatedly as he was used, as she bounced on her own little flesh dildo that stuck out from between his legs.

"Ah...ah..."

He panted in her ear, gasping as she gripped him tighter with her pussy. Another bit of training that came from being a sex slave, how to tighten up and get a good grip on the cock that was currently using you. She liked pulling it as a bit of a surprise, giving someone else the experience of feeling something like that. She moaned under her breath, starting to bounce a bit faster, a bit harder, feeling him throbbing inside of her.

"Mmm, you like that, little cat?"

"Mmmph...I'm trying...trying to help..."

"Well, help by doing what I say..."

She leaned in, biting at his neck, and he gasped at the nibble that had a bit more force behind it than the cat had obviously expected. She dragged her lips up to the base of his ear, whispering to him.

"Fuck me..."

"Mmmph...isn't that what I'm...already doing?"

"No, this is me fucking you. Try and take charge, hmm?"

"Nnnngh...it's hard..."

"Better figure out a way soon, or I'm going to sit on your face."

Her little cat slave was panting under her, trying to get a better grip, trying to shift her around, but she was the one trained in sex. She knew her game, and she knew that she'd gotten something better than a master.

She'd gotten a pushover.

Clover grinned as she felt his hands all over her ass, then all over her breasts, even as she rode his cock while pinning him to the wall. He tried everything that he could think of to try and get some sort of control over the situation, but nothing worked. All that happened was that he dug himself deeper and deeper, getting closer and closer to cumming inside of her. She rolled her hips down one more time...and then stood up, popping her pussy off of his cock.

He slumped down almost immediately, panting as he fell onto the hallway floor. The mare smiled, moving to straddle his head, one foot on either side. Yes, foot; she had been bred for more conventional sex slavery, so hooves had been the first thing bred out of her line. She looked down between her legs, slowly lowering herself further and further, her pussy hovering over the cat's face.

"I told you. Until you can master me, I'm your sex slave. And considering how much sex I'm trained to need, you're going to be fucking me anytime I can get my hands on you."

"I can't do that all the time!" the cat protested.

"Then you better find a way to control me. Now, less talking, more licking."

She dropped herself down, and soon, she could feel him digging his tongue into her nethers. God, it felt good to be in charge for a change.

The End

Summary: Clover, a horse that has been bred for sex slavery, is being brought to her new master's house. Then she finds out that he's a bit of a pushover, and the fun starts.

Tags: M/F, cat, mare, horse, sex, vaginal, oral, face-sitting, cunnilingus, teasing, femdom, slavery, reversal, size difference,