FSE

Furry search engine

formerly SoFurry search engine

[b][u][center]From Slave to Mistress

Part 1

For Angelus288

By Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]

For a non-human in this kingdom, to be a slave was the best that one could normally expect in life. There were those that were able to make their way out of slavery, and those that did were extensively marked to show that they could never be collared again, but for Kara, such a day was a long way off, and might never come. The snow leopard female wasn't as bothered by that as many of her colleagues were. Not because being a slave was an easy thing, but because she had found a type of slavery that she could be, if not happy with, content with.

She leaned back in the back of the wagon, feeling her cage shift and slide and vibrate with the bumpy spots in the road. Her cloak was barely long enough to reach down to her knees, leaving the ends of her long legs bare. Her bare feet were tickled from time to time with the vibrations that got stronger than the rest, but it was…tolerable. Not pleasant, as she never quite liked that touch, but tolerable.

Kara twisted her head to the left, looking out the narrow slit of cloth that covered the front of the wagon. The road was all but invisible, and the rain out there kept her from seeing what was in the distance.

Sighing, she leaned her head back against the bars of her cage, tapping her fingers against her thigh.

[i]This would be already over and done with if they just let us walk around…[/i]

But nooo, the humans didn't want their slaves to have freedom of movement. Once one of their kind was bought, they were delivered directly to their buyers, never allowed to make their way there on their own. Annoying, freedom-loving slaves ruining it for the rest of them…

Kara shook her head again, putting that thought out of her mind. She didn't need to start thinking that. There were good reasons to want to be free, and anything otherwise was just part of the human supremacy project that had been going on for decades.

“How far off are we?" she called out.

“An hour. Maybe two," the driver said.

“Hmmph. You're slow."

“Says the slave that gets to stay out of the rain. Now, shut up."

The human was cranky, she supposed, otherwise he wouldn't talk to her like that. She shrugged, slowly sliding down the bars of her cage. It brought her cloak up a bit further, and as she allowed her legs to spread, she imagined what her new owner would think if he saw her like this. After all, she was completely naked under the gray cloak, her body completely on display.

[i]Heh, he'd probably order me to my knees or something, just to deal with all the 'tension' that I'd be creating…[/i]

She was looking forward to that, she wouldn't lie. The snow leopard had been taught how to bring pleasure to others, and part of that teaching had been learning how to enjoy it for herself. Of course, her masters hadn't wanted to teach her that, had wanted merely an obedient female, but she had managed to pick up enough from them to make the task enjoyable. Mostly for her own sanity, but…

Well, there were ways of manipulating some of the males out there, ways of turning them to her pleasure and focusing on her rather than their own needs, if they thought that it would make her happy.

[i]And he'll want to make me happy,[/i] Kara thought, resting her hands on her breasts, rubbing them, lifting them, then allowing them to fall. [i]Heh…I'll be better than any human females that might be around.[/i]

Of that, she was completely sure. Her body was the sort that males fought over. Big breasts, voluptuous hips and ass, all the sort of thing that men would grab and grope and feel up for hours on end. She had taken several dicks from many masters in her lifetime, and she knew how to make them scream for more as she rode them, as she bucked against them. Her tail knew the places to stroke along a human's neck, how to tease a male and make him scream and growl and lose himself to that feral need that was inside of all males.

It was part of the fun, and a way for the slave to take control, even if only for a little while.

“Stop touching yourself back there. You stink."

“And you do not appreciate the scent of a proper female."

“Just stop fucking around. I don't need my wagon to stink of anthro when I head home."

“Hmmph."

Despite herself, Kara went along with the command. Much as she would have loved to tease herself more, to get herself in the proper mood, she had to obey. The wagon driver was her temporary master, and there were certain things that he was allowed to do with her if she started to get…disobedient. She would have been able to master him, she felt, if she had been allowed out of the cage, but as it was…

No, she had to hold on. She could have her fun later, at the estate of her new master. What was his name again? Degan, something. Degan of House…Keldin, that was it.

[i]Well, Degan of House Keldin. I wonder how you like your slaves…[/i]

#

An hour, then two passed before the wagon finally started to slow down. The jolt that came with the horses suddenly being pulled to a stop made the cage swing, almost going over in the back of the wagon, and it jostled Kara awake again. She jumped to her feet, grabbing the bars as she looked out through the flap again.

The rain had stopped, and she could make out the side of a house as they approached it. Not a huge one, but big enough to be a manor, the sort of place that belonged to someone rich. It fit with the 'House Keldin' end of her new master's name, and it made her feel a bit better about her purchaser.

At least this one had the funds to afford her properly.

The wagon trundled to a halt, and the driver hopped down. She heard him and someone else talking, and the snow leopard's ears swiveled forward, her head cocked to the side.

[i]Hmmm, not as firm as I expected,[/i] she thought, hearing the tone in the new human's voice. [i]Nor as assertive…[/i]

Well, that was a change, but not a bad one. She could imagine there being a great deal of possibilities there, the sort that she hadn't yet considered. The snow leopard smiled, bringing her hands back to her sides as she heard the humans walking around the side of the wagon, moving to the back.

[i]And now, let's see what he looks like…[/i]

The strips of cloth at the back of the wagon were pulled apart, revealing…

[i]Oh, this is going to be interesting…[/i]

Kara could see that this human had the muscles to be strong enough in bed, thick shoulders that would be able to take her claws, but there was something else, too. Though he was big enough to be at least three inches taller than her – and she was no slouch, for that matter – there was this look in his eyes. They were shadowed by his hair, but there was a sparkle there. Not of mischief, not of danger, but of something else.

Of hope, she realized.

She hid the chuckle that wanted to come out of her throat, pushed it back down as she cocked her head to the side as she looked at him. She hid the urge to laugh, making sure that it was buried deep.

[i]He wants things that others don't. He's an idealist. Oh, the fool…[/i]

It was an affectionate laugh that wanted to come out, but it was still a laugh, and it was one that would get her in trouble, so she stifled it. The wagon driver, a little rat of a man, narrow-faced and with hollow cheeks, pointed at her.

“Here's the slave you ordered, Master Degan. You can take her now."

Take her. As in fuck her, or if he just wanted to take her inside, he could do that too. The new human cleared his throat.

“I'll take her inside."

“Fair 'nuff. Here's the key to the cage, and to her collar. Leave it on; it keeps 'em from running off wild."

More accurately, it kept them from being seen as the 'free' anthros out there. The moment that the collar came off, it was easier to find little accessories that would make them look like they'd earned their freedom. As long as the collar stayed on, it was impossible for them to pretend to be anything but slaves.

Kara smiled as this 'Degan' stepped into the wagon with her, watching as he undid the lock to her cage. He was dressed in a cloak himself, green and gold, with a leather vest and an undershirt of white cotton. His pants were tighter than she expected, but it showed off a serviceable bulge. Not sufficient to be addictive like some of the males that she had seen, but certainly one that would be pleasurable for her over her time in his service.

All of this passed through her mind in a split second, and by the time that he was opening the cage door, she was all smiles, as a slave should be.

“Master," she said, her voice as throaty and sultry as ever it could be.

Just the sound of it, however, seemed to throw her new master for a loop. He blinked, staring at her, his mouth opening and closing in shock. He obviously hadn't expected that. Why?

The answer was obvious after a second or two. She wasn't the type of slave that he had been expecting.

[i]Oh, this is just precious…[/i]

The snow leopard bowed her head, leading her long hair fall forward for a moment. The long strands of gray and silver spread across her face, almost hiding her mouth and eyes from the human. That seemed to do even more for him, his bulge twitching ever so slightly in his pants in surprise.

Yes, he was going to be easy. He was going to be very easy.

“Shall we return to your home, master?" she asked.

“Yes, um…yes, let's go inside…"

He stepped down from the wagon and waited for her. Thankfully, the rain seemed to have treated this earth a bit better than the road, and she hopped down to dry ground rather than muddy filth. Her toes kicked up just a bit of dirt and dust, and she shifted from one foot to the other as she got her balance back.

The human, her 'master', was staring at her, and she knew that he was trying to figure her out. She didn't plan to make it easy for him. She wanted to see the confusion, the concern, wanted to keep him off his guard. It would make the eventual shift between her being the slave and her being in charge that much easier.

For that was what she had planned, now that she understood the confusion. This Degan wasn't the sort that was willing to dominate another. Not from the way that he treated the driver, not from the way that he treated her. He was the more 'kindly' master that she occasionally heard about, the sort that was always trying to be better than his fellow man, the sort that was trying to make things better for others.

They were all idealists, all nothing more than fools, but they were useful fools. People that would make her life better.

Kara bowed to him, spreading her cloak slightly. His eyes went down to her cleavage almost immediately, going wide before looking up and away. The snow leopard allowed herself a slight smirk.

“After you, master."

“Yes, um, this way."

The wagon drove off as they walked along, and she marked the territory in her mind. The manor was a two-story building, occupying a fairly large chunk of space, at least fifty feet by sixty. That meant that there were probably other servants in the building, either other anthros or poorer humans. Whatever that might mean, she would need to keep her plans close to the chest for now, just so they didn't fuck them up.

More than that, however, she marked the bounds of the estate. She could see a stone wall encircling it all, and she imagined that was the boundaries of what the human owned. Just for safety's sake, though, she included the road just past it, as well as fifty feet further on. That meant that, at a straight run from the side of the house to the gate, she had at least a thousand feet to make. If she wanted to try and flee, it would be difficult, if not impossible, to be make it without being run down.

She noted that and filed it away, knowing that it wasn't what she needed to be doing right then.

Degan led her to the front door, a large wooden thing that stood ten feet tall and four feet wide. It was the sort of door that normally marked a palace, or something big and powerful, not some random manor out in the woods.

She decided that it would be worth looking into House Keldin's ancestry, just to make sure that she didn't have the wrong idea about them.

Inside the house, however, she had to start adjusting her opinions. The weight of dust in the manor told her that there were no servants that were pulling their weight, and perhaps no servants at all. Even Degan started coughing, sneezing, sniffling as he entered, and Kara had to fight the urge to cover her muzzle with her cloak to keep from doing the same thing.

“It's – cough – it's not much, but it's home," he said.

“It's…quite large, master."

And it was that. The whole place was a massive house, the kind of manor that no normal person could ever hope to afford. This was the result of old family money buying something up and building on it, improving it, increasing it every generation until it was too big for anyone else to buy, and anyone else to maintain. She glanced around.

“Are there any servants that would…"

“Keep it clean?"

She nodded, and the human shook his head.

“No, you're the first."

“…Are you saying that you hired me as…as a maid, master?"

“Well, um…yes?"

“…"

“Aren't you?"

“No."

“…Oh." He blinked, turning to look at her rather than the house. “Well, um, what are you? I mean, I need someone to start cleaning, or this place is going to get more and more out of hand. If it's a similar sort of training, then, um, maybe we can work it out?"

The more that this Lord Degan of House Keldin talked, the more that she realized that he was completely out of his depth. He had no idea what he was doing, no idea of how to handle his own house. It was…well, if it wasn't so ridiculous, she might have called it pathetic. As it was, it was almost endearing. For now.

She chuckled, shaking her head.

“My specialty is not related to cleaning at all, master."

“It's not fighting, is it?"

“No, no. Though I could do that, if I had to."

“Is it accounting?"

“No," she said, slowly shaking her head.

[i]He can't be this dense, can he?[/i]

“Gardening?"

“Not in the slightest."

“Diplomacy?"

“Have you ever even seen a slave diplomat?" she asked, her eyes going wider and wider. “What – you can't be this…are you being serious with me right now?"

“Yes? I mean…I want to know, but I can't really figure it out."

Obviously not, but even Kara could hardly believe that this was going this far. She knew that the idealists sometimes had a vague view of how the world worked, not quite understanding what was going on out there, but this was just wrong. He seemed like he didn't even know what the other humans did to their slaves.

Sex slaves, like her, were fairly common, though they weren't the only ones in the collection of their human masters that got fucked. Any slave could be used for any purpose. A sex slave, however, was trained to be particularly good at it, to allow the human in question to take pleasure and feel like a god for what they were doing. That was part and parcel to her job as a sex slave. She had been shown to a number of different buyers, all of whom had been quick to clock on to the fact that she was trained for this…

But here was her first long-term master, and he had no clue.

He was still staring at her, blushing every time that her cloak shifted and he saw a bit of her body. It was like he couldn't bear to make himself look at her for more than a few seconds at a time, almost like he was afraid he was breaking some sort of rule.

[i]My luck can't be this good. He can't actually be like this…can he?[/i]

There was only one way to find out.

Kara stretched her arms over her head, running her fingers through her hair. That motion alone was enough to bare her flesh and fur to the human, and he immediately tried to look up and away. She didn't make him look down, but nor did she cover up. Her cloak rested against her back, her hair covering the cloak, and running all the way down to the small of her back before she started marching over to him.

“I am a sex slave, master," she said.

His reaction would tell her everything that she needed to know about what her next steps would have to be. She watched his face, saw the rising blush, and she looked down at his cock. It didn't bulge further than it already did, but it was already quite hard. She saw him shiver, a little submissive motion, an expression of disbelief and powerlessness.

All these things were good.

The naked feline smiled as she strutted to him, stopping with her bare breasts pressed against his chest. She could feel him pulling back, but she followed him, pressing him up against one of the nearby walls.

“I've been trained for the pleasure of any man in the world. I know how to treat cock. I know how to make you scream. I know how to make you whimper. I know how to make you [i]beg[/i] for me to give you everything that you have ever fantasized about. I've been trained to read you, to know what you want before you do."

“…You…you're a…"

“Do you know what my training is telling me right now?"

“What?"

“That you, 'master', are a little [i]bitch.[/i]"

There was no denial, only a shiver, a gasp, a moan. Kara smirked to herself, nodding as she reached up and traced his neck with a clawed finger.

“Yes, I thought so."

“What…what are you…"

“Well, 'master', if you're not going to take control, I think it's clear that it's up to me to do it."

“But you're an anthro."

“Does it matter?"

“I…well…"

“It doesn't seem to matter to this."

She grabbed him through his leather trousers, rubbing his bulge between two fingers. He gasped, thrusting his hips forward, and the snow leopard let out a throaty chuckle. Oh, he was easy. He was probably pretty pent-up, too, considering how quickly he thrust against her hand. She'd need to fix that. Fix that, and continue it. No need to let him get too satisfied, particularly before she had him under her thumb.

“Where's your room, hmm?"

“My…oh…yes…"

“Yes, your room. I doubt that it's as dusty and dirty there as it is down here."

“Mmmph…right…Um, follow me…"

Smiling, she let him loose of her grip, but followed right behind him. Every now and then, he stared over his shoulder at her, obviously trying to figure out what to say, what to do. It was almost sweet to see someone that was so inexperienced that they were helpless in a situation like this.

It made her feel rather powerful, and she liked the feeling.

As they walked through the building, she noticed that the well-trodden paths were less dusty than the others. There was a hallway that seemed to run to a side door, and she imagined that Degan here had been using that to go in and out of the house more often than the main door. One stairway was almost completely free of dust, while the others were in different states of filth. And at the top floor, one hallway was marked with use, while the others had been completely abandoned.

“You live alone?" she asked.

“Not calling me, um…"

“If you wish, I shall, but it seems a bit of a mockery now, doesn't it?"

“I…I guess…" He blushed. “I do. The rest of the family have been living in the Keldin estate in the capital city."

“And you have been living here for…how long, now?"

“A few months."

“And it's this filthy?"

“It's hard to keep it clean."

“For one person, you've done quite a job for your area," she admitted. “But it's going to need far more than that, going forward."

“…Thanks, I think."

“Trust me, you will be thanking me for far more, soon enough."

Following that promise with a pat to his rump, she followed him down the hall until he stopped by one of the more worn doors. It was two doors down from the far end of the hall, and Kara imagined that, once, this house had been used by more of the family. Perhaps one day, it would be used for something else.

There was plenty of space in the manor, more space than two people would ever use, more than two people would ever need. She could see that there were possibilities here, possibilities that she would need to fill if she didn't want to go crazy thinking about them.

But not yet.

As soon as they walked into the bedroom – opulent enough, for her standards, with a curtained bed, a large window, a fireplace, and several dressers – she grabbed Degan around the shoulders, turning him around to face her again. She met his eyes, then slowly pushed him down, testing her luck.

He went along with it. Inside, she was almost shaking with the realization that this human was doing what [i]she[/i] said rather than the other way around, but on the outside, she kept up a cooler façade. She kept her smile small, kept herself from smirking as she slowly guided her 'master' down to his knees. When he was down there, she spread her legs slightly, running her fingers along her exposed sex.

“You will be down here quite often, do you realize that?"

“I…God…you're…"

“What?" she asked. “Uppity? Breaking the rules?"

“Beautiful."

Of all the responses that he might have given, that was the one that she had least expected. Even with Degan's inability to stand up to her, Kara had thought that he would be angry, perhaps even furious at the way that she had taken over as soon as they had reached his bedroom. Instead, he gave her a compliment.

She didn't quite blush, but she did have to hold down that feeling of being flustered from it. Instead, she grabbed him by the back of his head, driving his nose against her clit. He gasped, and despite the fact that she was fully naked and he was fully dressed, she knew that she was the one in control.

“Stop talking, and start putting that tongue to a better use."

“Mmmph…ah…ah…"

He breathed in her sex, and she knew that he would be tasting something different. Anthros were of a different…flavor, she supposed was the right word, to human women. They were stronger, more dedicated to their pleasures, and that meant that they had a different, thicker taste down there. She knew that some men called their juices aphrodisiacs in nature, and for the thinner-blooded humans, perhaps they were.

She watched as he flicked his tongue out, clumsily licking at her folds. He obviously needed teaching, obviously needed to be given lessons, but he was trying, and trying quite hard from the feeling of it. She groaned under her breath whenever he got a lucky swipe of his tongue against her clit, or further into her, and she started to roll her hips against his face.

Lifting one leg, she balanced it over his shoulder, using it to spread her legs further and make it easier for his tongue to go deep. She stroked the top of his head, encouraging him to shove his face against her sex, to hold himself there.

“That's it…getting better."

“Mmmph…ah…mmmph…"

He dragged his tongue along her slit, all the way to her clit, before slowly pushing it in. The gentle pressure was what she needed, and she sighed happily as it worked its way into her, slowly opening her up. It was different from the training to take human cock, to allow the males to make use of her the way that they wanted. This was gentler, nicer.

And best of all, she was the one in control.

As she curled her toes against his back, she could feel herself getting wetter, her pussy getting slicker, needier. Her body didn't quite burn with pleasure, but it was a pleasant feeling regardless.

Thrust, lick, thrust, lick. He kept changing it up, trying different things. Spineless Degan might have been, but he wasn't without some curiosity, some interest, some eagerness.

“Yes…there. There!"

She gripped his head as he found the perfect angle to thrust into her pussy with his tongue, feeling it dragging up and over her clit on the way back. It wasn't the way for the best orgasm, but it was the way for the fastest one. She could feel him getting into it, too, trying so hard to keep her going.

[i]Mmmph…that's it…eager boy…[/i]

Kara gripped his hair as he kept thrusting away, her breath getting faster, her teeth clenching tighter as her pussy dripped over his face. A little more, a little more, until –

“Mmmmph!"

Her head jerked back all of a sudden, and she gasped for air as she went over the edge. Her sex clenched, his tongue trapped inside, and she didn't quite squirt, but she did dribble just a bit, marking his face with the scent of her juices.

She squirmed against him, grinding down on his nose and tongue, feeling it grinding back against her sex for a few seconds before she got control of herself again. She forced herself to breathe deep, the snow leopard coming down from the quick orgasm.

“Mmmph…mmph…."

Panting softly, she dragged her leg back from over his shoulders, taking a step back to see what the damage was. His face was soaked from his nose down, his chin dribbling with her drippings, and more than that, he was hard.

Very hard.

She grinned as she saw the bulge in his pants, shaking her head as she went back to standing on one foot. She extended her toes, dragging them along his bulge –

And it twitched at her.

Kara's eyes widened as he responded so eagerly to a slight brush of her foot. Trying it again, dragging her blunt-clawed digits up along his shaft, she saw it twitch, following her foot, trying to grind against it.

[i]Oh, am I this lucky? Can I really be this lucky?[/i]

“I…"

Degan spoke, something that she had almost forgotten that he could do. She looked up at him, resting her toes on his crotch. As she drummed them, he kept biting his lips, groaning, huffing, panting.

“Yes?" she asked, smiling slightly despite herself. “You were going to say something."

“I don't…I don't know your name yet," he said, almost like he was having to force the words out. “Can…could you tell me your name?"

“…Kara," she said, running her toes down along that leather-bound bulge. “And I think…"

Did she? Dare she? This was the opportunity of a lifetime for any anthro slave, let alone one that was in her position. A sex slave finding a master that would allow them to take charge? That never, ever happened, but here it was. She had pushed her luck so far already, and it felt like she was right on the verge of finding something wonderful.

Kara went with it. She had to try.

“And I think you should call me Mistress Kara."

“But you – ah!"

Grinding her toes against his bulge was a fantastic way to keep him quiet, and it was all the better with the way that he moaned, thrusting up against the bottom of her foot, almost pushing his cock right against her toes. She didn't let him go far, of course. She wanted to see him beg. She wanted – no, needed – to see a human rendered speechless properly.

“Well?" she asked.

“Mmmph…"

“Will you call me that?"

“Y-yes, Mistress Kara."

Of all the things that she had been taught in how to serve humans, how to take pleasure from the touch of them, nothing had ever matched what she felt in that moment. She had taken control, and it had [i]worked.[/i] She was the one in charge, now, and there'd be nothing that could stop her from here on out.

As long as she played her cards right, this estate might as well be hers.

Kara stroked her foot up along the human's stomach, then along his chest. She rubbed it against his shirt through his vest, then walked around him, making her way to his bed with her hands on her hips.

[i]I'll need new clothes. Leathers of my own. Something to show off, something to really, really drive home that I'm in charge,[/i] she thought, leaning her hand against the foot of the bed. [i]Something to make it clear that he worships me, at least…when we're alone…[/i]

There was no denying that the rest of the world would see her as a threat if they ever realized that she had taken over the estate, taken over the noble living here. If she was ever found out, they'd take her away, have her shut up in jail somewhere, or worse.

So, she'd have to be quiet. Sneaky.

And for that…

[i]I have a pervert. A submissive pervert. And humans like to show off their power, their…virility…[/i]

A plan was forming in her mind, one that she felt could develop into something wonderful for more than just her. But for now…

“Degan. Come here," she said, sitting on the edge of the bed. “It's time for you to tell me a few things. Let's start with what [i]you[/i] like…and how much you like these," she said, flicking and curling her toes.

[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]

Summary: A sex slave named Kara is sold to a human master, though the human expected a different sort of slave. The rather dominant snow leopard decides to start turning the tables.

Tags: M/F, slavery, snow leopard, human, human/anthro, foot fetish, cunnilingus, femdom, oral, nudity, confidence, fantasy, mistress, reversal,