A Catgirl's Hope, part 2
A Catgirl's Hope, part 2.
...Always a Slave to an Inferior Master..
She lay there as always, in almost the exact position her body took every morning when her master awoke. She didn't move much, for fear of Master's disapproval and fierce, prompt dominance. Sara's eyes twitched as bright rays of light beat down upon them, warm beads trickling down her slightly chilled flesh. She still kept a soft sweat over her body, like glaze on a donut after basking in the sun.
Her rousal brought several things to her attention. First and foremost, she was all by herself. 'Corvus?' her mind begins to wonder where her owner has gone off to. Her lips begin to part as her eyelids had done moments ago, but those soft petals find themselves bound to a silk prison, gagged with what looked to be a ripped piece of an old, elaborate dress.
What her eyes saw did not surprise her, but oddly enough, those same eyes so common to witnessing the ways of a sit bulging in their sleek-framed sockets. 'I.. I screwed up again...' she thinks to herself, closing her eyes and shivering ever so slightly, attempting to curl into the fetal position she always took when she had the privelege of bedding with her Master. But this time, she couldn't muster the strength to move any of her limbs. As her head rolled about to consider her position, she choked down a scream.
Sara has never woken up bound before. She was a modest, obedient catgirl. Her binds were familiar but every time they've been used on her she was willing and had been expecting them. But this morning, her Master was gone and she was left to think about what she's done so poorly that she would be bound to this extreme. 'Alcohol.. I was drinking with Corvus. Celebrating something. Or was he prepping me for something more serious?' The rest was a blur beyond the beverages she consumed.
Lost in thought she missed hearing the front door unlock. Corvus was returning from a few early-morning errands. The anthro raven removes his leather jacket and most of the possesions therein, and arranged them on the shelf and coat hanger accordingly. Still, Sara heard none of the rattling in the next room. Corvus' presence was only noticed the moment he walked down the hall to the bedroom where he had left his slave. "I hope she's not awake yet," Sara hears her master whisper to himself, almost thinking out loud as he often did out of habit.
A surprised look framed Corvus' beak as his pet turned to look at him, that pale, stunned facade covering her facade from ear to ear. "Oh darn. You woke up early." Actually, Corvus was late; Sara was always awake at 6 A.M.
Sara's face quickly drops to follow the tip of a cigarette her lover had lit before he came home and left unfinished. The cindering tip burns to a dull ash in the bottom of a shallow ash tray. The soft, sizzling noise it resonated almost made Sara tingle. She loved when he burned her. Sara was an absolute freak.
"I see that curious look on your face again, girl." Corvus chuckles and walks over to the foot of the bed, trailing a taloned fingertip up the delicate flesh of his pet's thigh. "Do you know what's so special about today?" His movements were incredibly docile, and almost unpredictable. But one thing this catgirl noticed was that Corvus, her brute of a master, was not at all aggressive and dominant with her. She was in cuffs and gags, but felt calm about it.
Corvus could tell she wanted to say something, and the dark-feathered raven quickly unties the silk gag circumferencing her neck and chin. The quivering slave chirrs in response and nuzzles the scaled hand of her Master, if not to get comfortable with him, to make sure she was entirely subservient and pleased him.
"Good girl. You got so drunk last night.." He encircles his claw around her naked breast, bringing himself back down between her legs. Raising one foot between hers, he climbs up in the bed and spreads her legs as far as he could with her moderately loose binds. His hips cradle against her own and he quickly finds her grinding herself up against his cock, as if to try and submit to just that one part of him.
"My birthday," she recalls, quietly humming to herself to soothe what would prove to be the developing of a huge hangover. A smile graces the kitten's lips, and she perks her ears and looks up at her mate. "Masterrr, use me," she whispers to him, purring her words out eloquently.
Corvus expected nothing less from her, but was still impressed as ever that she could continue to play out her role as his slave at the crack of dawn, still half-asleep. He slips a hand over the bulge in his boxer shorts, parting the folds of underclothing to the sides of his rod, sticking his plump cock through and pressing its warm tip up against a moist clitoris. "Happy birthday, Sara. If you thought last night was a nice enough present-" He ends his sentence promptly and pierces her snatch with his dick, invading the somewhat virgin-sized hole and mounting his slave for yet another fuck.
"Oh, Master! Your girl is so surprised. Mmm, Master I want you." Sara's lust was insatiable after seeing these recent change of events. From what originally looked like another beating turned out to be an incredible good-morning fuck. Her legs quickly spread and wrapped around his hips as best they could, still being bound. A deep sigh of content overtook her breath and her eyes went shallow, dipping her head until her muzzle was rested up against her supple tits. A satisfied purr shrilled from her throat as her master took her, her soaked channel gripping him tightly, still gooey from last night.
Corvus tried his best to refrain from screwing the hell out of her, more leniant to rewarding her as a birthday present. Last night was nothing more than a prep. He teased her and drove her wild, and never once let her cum, even after shooting his hot seed all over her wet walls. She was an animal today, and her hastiness proved that to be true. Moans of pleasure shriek from his slave's mouth, and he but tops her and listens to every lewd scream. He tackles her lower half with his muscular build, stabbing her with his cock and overpowering every muscle in her weak body, her pussy pushed and pulled how he saw fit. She was but a puppet on a string when he used her - a very tight puppet. Every inch of Sara's strength would go towards satisfying her master in every way she knew how.
"That's a good girl, Sara. Nice and slow. Do you feel it in you? Do you feel every stroke?" He smiles down upon her, his palm pressed at the back of her skull to prop her up close to his chest. He holds her against him and makes a definite attempt at pleasing her for a change. His role as her Master never faded, however, and he would continue to control her throughout the entire session as he always has.
Sara nods to Corvus, confirming her deep, hot pleasures and the warmth he gave her through mating with her. She begins to pant for him, her tongue lolled from her muzzle as he took her, dominating every part of her womanhood with the simplest of ease. "Masterrr, can I? Please...?" She whimpers and licks his chest, cuddling up against him and just letting him hold her.
Corvus shushes her by tipping her head up to his beak, taking a deep, intimate kiss from her. His lips cradle against her own as his tongue satisfies hits urges in her warm, velvet mouth. After she began to calm down, he broke his kiss and nodded to her. "You can cum, Sara."
She almost cried in happiness, her eyes glazed with tears of joy as he continued to make love to her. She didn't hesitate to cum after being given permission, and quickly soaked his more-than-welcomed cock in her feminine juices. "Master, I love you," she manages to choke out through all sorts of pants and gasps.
Her words were rewarded by his own cum, as her orgasm was more than enough to help get him off. His hot jizz slides along the muscular lining of her pussy and coats her again in his raven cream. "Master appreciates your love, Sara." He suppresses his deep breathes to the best of his ability and lays there, his hands gripping her warm fur and holding her tightly against his body. The blankets sprawled around their bed were pulled closely as Corvus attempted to cover them and cuddle his lover more intimately. He didn't get much time to relax last night, and neither did she. Even though he knew she'd be awake and waiting for him this morning, he still can't make himself believe she didn't actually sleep in from being so exhausted last night. This slave was full of surprises, and likewise was her Master.
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