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

Part 3

For Angelus288

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

Two weeks had passed since Kara's arrival at the – as she came to know it – Keldin summer home. The entire family had used this manor as a summer home away from the capital for years, but as the family grew closer and closer to the royal line, they used it less and less. Eventually, they had just tossed it at Degan as a way for him to learn responsibility, as he wasn't going to be useful in the capital, and had decided that it was his problem from then on.

Overall, that was a good thing, even if they were starting at a disadvantage.

Despite the possible advantages of having open power, Kara had Degan keep her publicly a slave. The peasants didn't need to know that she had the ear of the local lord, nor did they need to know that Degan would do what he was told. Kara had every reason to believe that she could handle herself against rebellious humans – and even most other anthros – but she didn't want to provoke them into thinking that a kidnapping was a good idea. After all, she still had to make sure that the place was running smoothly.

Perhaps when they were more situated, when the rules of operation were more fully understood, and when there were more anthros in the house to serve as a chain of command, that would change, but for now, they operated by the kingdom's rules in public. In private, however, that was a different story.

“These are all the figures?" Kara asked, tilting the parchment back as if it might make another sheet appear. “This is it?"

“I'm afraid that's all we're getting for this quarter, Mistress," Degan said from the floor.

As he massaged her feet, she shook her head. She'd hoped for more, particularly after she'd forged a few letters in Degan's hands to the family creditors, making sure that they didn't start calling in too many debts at once. It would have been a good start to her plans to have everything clear, but…

Well, she'd make it work.

Laying the parchment down on the desk, Kara leaned her head back and rubbed her face. Degan took that moment to lift her feet from his lap, gently resting them against his chest as he took a spot closer to her. The feeling of his breath against her bare soles brought a slight smile to her face, and she shook her head as she looked down at him.

“You really are trying to make yourself useful, aren't you?" she asked.

“Well, it seems the best way to keep you happy."

“And if I'm happy, you get to have your 'fun.'"

“That, and everything else seems to run better."

“…Are you sure that you weren't just waiting for someone else to take over out here? You seem all too happy for me to be your mistress," she said, leaning back a little bit, lifting one of her feet to pet his head.

His study was a perfect place for this, now that they had gotten it properly cleaned out. There was a large desk that she could work at, a door that could lock, plenty of books on the walls to keep the sound from what they were doing from spreading, and, best of all, space both under the desk and at its sides for the human to kneel and serve her from. It wasn't perfect, of course, as there was a draft that came through the cracks in the floor, and she knew that it would need to be repaired eventually, but for now, it meant that they could have their fun with ease and with safety.

She stroked her clawed toes through his hair, and he moaned quietly, enjoying his position with an utter shamelessness that made her smile despite herself. She had expected to find someone that she would need to fight, to push, to manipulate to make herself happy. Instead, she'd found him.

“You're not answering my question," she teased as he tilted his head to kiss her sole. “Answers, then kisses."

“It's not easy to be a lord. Sometimes, it's nicer to let someone else be in charge."

“You mean, to let someone else call all the shots?"

“Well, that too."

“And you think that it's better for your peasants that I call the shots? What if I end up being like your father? Cruel-hearted?"

“You're not."

“Why do you say that?"

“A cruel person would turn me into a real slave, the way that the other nobles turn other anthros into slaves. You didn't."

She cocked her head to the side. Of all the things that she expected to hear from Degan, that was the last one. He kept surprising her with the points where he was perceptive and where he was perverted, where he was naïve and when he was surprisingly astute. The human was a constant surprise to her, and that was refreshing.

And he had his motivations, she supposed, as he attacked the bottom of her soles with his tongue again, kissing the toes with only the slightest red in his cheeks. She rolled her eyes, allowing it for the moment, focusing instead on her plans for the future.

Lick, suck, lick, suck. He dragged his tongue between her toes, then started kissing his way down along the ball of her foot. His mouth opened slightly, taking in the arch, kissing, nibbling ever so slightly. It wasn't much, but it was something, a stimulation that was there to be enjoyed, something to bring her pleasure.

He was devoted. It was a nice feeling.

She picked up the accounts again, taking a deep breath as she leaned on one hand to study them. They had already paid off anyone that was looking to repossess land, a priority when most of your income came from what was grown on the land. There wasn't anyone looking to take the peasant farmland from them. She had also pushed some money off to the side for a few new guards, which would be important once the peasants started making more crops. The land would become profitable, which would attract some of those looking to take the goods from them.

That said, she couldn't afford too many guards. She'd have to find a way to start converting anyone that stole from them into indentured guards, servants that would be paid in food and board for their services so that they weren't turned in for proper punishment. Not ideal, but it would save money in the long run, and might even net them some particularly talented people, if they were lucky.

However, as much as she wanted to focus on the business at hand and plan out how they were going to make the estate profitable enough for the end-goal of populating it with other anthros, she had quite the…distraction. Degan's worship of her soles had spread to both feet, now, and he was licking along one sole more and more, dragging his tongue firmly across the black pads along the underside, making her feel every lick almost like a massage rather than a simple touch.

“Mmmph…"

“Is my mistress starting to enjoy herself?"

“I'm starting to think that I will need to bar you from the study when I'm working, if I ever want to get work done."

“I will take to those commands with alacrity, if I must."

“Since when were you charming?"

“Since it seemed to work?"

“Well, stop that."

The snow leopard smiled, though, showing that she wasn't serious. Instead, she grabbed him by the arm, pulling him off the ground and onto the desk. He yelped at the sudden movement, and she followed him up, stroking his cheek as she straddled his waist.

“After all, if you're too charming, I might have to let you be in charge from time to time, and we both know how that will go."

“…Heh…"

“Mmm, that's the face I remember," she said, stroking her finger in little circles along his cheeks. “Burning brightly, barely believing his luck, shivering with need. That's the sort of human you really are."

“Mmmph…what…what kind of human is that?"

“A most…submissive…human."

Despite the fact that he was completely dressed, still in his leather coat, still in his trousers, still in his boots, she was the one that was in control. It didn't matter that she was naked, that she would always be naked due to her nature as a sex slave. It didn't matter that she was supposed to be the one seeing to his needs rather than the other way around. She had taken control once, and she was not letting go.

She pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, twisting it to cut his airflow ever so slightly. He gasped, and she darted in, kissing his lips for a moment, two, three. She left him barely able to breathe, teasing him, reminding him who was in charge. Only when he started trembling and shaking did she let him go.

“Ah…ah…ah…"

Degan gasped for breath, his face redder than ever. The human really was rather adorable when he was all flustered, all the easier for her to dominate, to take control of.

“Do you want to serve your mistress?"

“You know…you know I do."

“Then tell me."

“Tell you…"

“How much you want to serve me," she said, chuckling. “And make me…believe it…"

As she leaned back, she rested her soles on his chest. When he tried to reach for them, her tail whipped his legs, reminding him to keep still. She hadn't given him permission to really enjoy her just yet, but rather, told him to ask. Degan looked up at her, obviously slightly puzzled, and she smirked.

“You know what to do. Beg."

“Just…beg?"

“And make me believe it."

He blushed worse. That was precisely why she was doing this. If he was going to be under her, her submissive, then he needed to know how to behave as one. He needed to know what it meant to be a sub, to be a blushing, needy, horny bitch of a sub. He had to know how to obey, and how to show that he wanted to be there. Otherwise, it was just her giving him what he wanted, and that wasn't going to work.

She curled her toes, dragging her claws against his chest ever so gently. He gasped, shivering, and she repeated herself.

“Tell me how much you want to serve, and beg me to let you."

“Please…please mistress…"

“Please what?"

“Please…let me serve you…let me be whatever you need me to be. I want to…I want to make you feel good," he panted. “I want you to be happy. Let me do that."

“Do you need to?"

“I need you to be happy. Please. Tell me what to do."

That was what she had been wanting to hear. Kara nodded, slowly pushing her feet further up his body until her soles cupped his face from either side. He grunted from the pressure on his face, groaning as he was tilted one way, then the other. She made sure that he understood where he belonged, squishing his face slightly, then slowly started pulling herself up along his belly, then over his chest.

As she spread her legs, his eyes went further down, looking at her pussy.

“Have you ever eaten a woman out before?" she asked.

“Not…not properly…"

“Well, you're about to learn."

That was going to be something that she did rather often. Perhaps, at some point, she might teach him how to go for her other hole, but for now, her pussy required some attention, and she was going to have it. The snow leopard dragged herself up his body, almost sitting on his face. His attention to her feet had gotten her quite riled up, so she was more than slightly wet down there, more than wet enough to get his attention.

And more than scented enough, too.

As she straddled his face, she reached back, rubbing his crotch. Yes, quite hard alright, probably from both her feet and her scent. She swayed her hips back and forth in front of his face, showing off her pussy, and he stiffened up even further.

Perfect.

“Now, let's see how well you can please me…"

“I'll try. I'll try my best."

“That's what I expect of you."

She sat down, feeling him grunt in surprise under her. She didn't rest her full weight on his face, knowing that he wasn't nearly ready for that, but she did grind forward, back, forward, always teasing him, always working him up that little bit more. It didn't take long for his tongue to come out, but he barely moved it, mostly holding it still for her to grind on.

[i]Heh, an amateur, but a willing one.[/i]

It wasn't going to be enough to get her off, but Kara would allow him that. Bringing her tail forward and wrapping it around his neck for balance, she started thrusting her hips along his tongue, grinding her pussy down on it and staining his face with her juices. It didn't take long for him to start gasping, not for air, but rather, it seemed, for the taste of her.

She supplied it, and then some.

“Mmm, that's better, Degan. Are you enjoying being a seat for your mistress, hmm? Do you like it down there?"

He couldn't answer save to groan, but the vibrations were still pleasant for her. Moaning softly, she tilted her thrusting angle slightly, making sure that she could grind her clit on his tongue. It was a nice feeling, compared to the rougher tongue of some of the anthros that she had trained with. This was downright pleasant in comparison.

She started to curl her toes when he started licking properly, though. As he matched her movements, he thrust his tongue upwards, sliding it into her while still making it rub against her clit. The feeling wasn't perfect, and he had the angle ever so slightly wrong, but for an amateur, he was definitely getting better than she expected.

As he got more aggressive with his tongue, she moved less and less, and she was able to bring one of her hands to her chest, groping herself. She pinched at her nipple and pulled on it, teasing it hard before moving over to the other. Degan was gripping her hips now, pulling her closer, and she indulged him by sitting down a bit more firmly.

“Mmmph…"

He groaned under her, probably because he wasn't expecting it, or wasn't used to it. Either way, she was sure that he could get used to it soon enough. She ground her hips forward, smothering him fully, his lips pressed against her pussy and his nose barely above her clit. His eyes were visible, but only just as he dug his tongue into her.

“That's it…get it in there…"

She kept groping her breasts, rubbing them, lifting them, playing with them. Not just for herself, though that was definitely part of it, but also because he was staring, because he was obviously enjoying the show. She grinned as she kept playing with them, making them rise, fall, slap against her chest before starting again.

And she could smell him, too. While her senses weren't as strong as some of the dog anthros out there, she could make out the scent of human arousal, and his was getting stronger by the second. Oh, he wanted to be let loose, she could tell. He wanted to be allowed out of his pants, to stroke, to feel her again.

She still remembered how he had been so willing that first time, how he had kept going when she trained him. Oh, his cock had been ever so sensitive afterward, but it had been worth it.

[i]Heh…I imagine he will like the opportunity to switch back and forth between cock and tongue, now.[/i]

He managed an angle that let him thrust right into her pussy, tongue tilted just right to reach the edge of her g-spot. That sent a shiver through her, and she growled in pleasure.

“There…right there…again…"

He obeyed like a good boy, thrusting his tongue in at the exact same spot. He was a human, he was inexperienced, but he listened, and that was a perfect trait for a sub. As long as Degan could listen, he could learn to be better.

She gasped as he started to find it again and again, more and more easily. Soon, he was hitting that spot over and over again, and she could feel her orgasm building on her, rushing forward, nearly upon her already. She gasped for breath, arching her back, squeezing her breasts together.

“Mmmph…almost…almost…"

He grabbed her hips again, pulling her tighter to his face. His nose bumped her clit, his tongue went deep, and that was all it took.

“MMMPH!"

Kara gritted her teeth as she came, her pussy suddenly wetter, dripping, drenched. He sucked against her, his tongue channeling her juices out of her and into his mouth, and she could feel him nudging her clit over and over again, working hard to keep her going over the edge. She moaned, she hissed, she growled in feline arousal and frustration, but only for how he kept shattering her expectations. It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair for a virgin to be this good and for it to have taken this long to find him.

Her afterglow followed quickly, and she shivered as she sat on his face. He kept licking, and the temptation to stay there and let him take her to another orgasm was very, very strong. She knew that she had earned a break, but at the same time, she knew that there was still more work that they could do…particularly something rather important.

So, with a groan, she stood up. She hid how shaky her legs felt, and hopped down from the desk.

“Stand up," she said.

“Do I get to –"

“Not yet."

“Oh."

“First, we're going to take a walk."

“Where to?" Degan asked as he hopped down from the table.

“To your peasants."

“…Why?"

“I want them to see me, and I want you to start motivating them."

“…Motivating them?"

“I may not be up for 'use,' but that doesn't mean that there aren't other things that I can help with…"

#

The peasant village was just beyond the bounds of the manor walls and estate proper, to the south side and away from the front entrance of the manor itself. Doubtlessly, the Keldin family wanted those that visited them to see the grandeur of the manor and not the common fields in the back.

Not that they were particularly common. She had seen them from the windows and once from the south walls, and she had to give the land credit. It was expansive, and it was well-tilled, or at least, it had been. The marks in the earth remained, though they were grown with weeds and worse. A fraction of it, more than a third but less than half, was properly tended to, but it was the part closest to the farming village of peasants that were contracted to the manor. The rest had been left barren, and that was likely what had left them with less money than they would like for the season.

[i]They've been punished year after year, and then comes a lord that doesn't want to punish them. Without some form of motivation, however, they're not going to do much more than what is needed to survive.[/i]

And so it seemed to have happened, she thought as she walked barefoot through the fields at Degan's side. Her 'master' was focused on the village ahead, but her eyes were for the earth and dirt and the plants that were still on the vine. All that remained were the overripe things, and she marked it down in her head as a reminder that the peasants weren't stupid. They weren't picking things that wouldn't sell, and they were leaving it there to fall and nourish the soil for after.

It was just getting all the land taken care of that needed to be addressed.

They approached the village proper, where the houses of clay and occasional stone stood out against the dirt background. The peasants, mostly humans with an anthro here or there – ones that were marked as free, but obviously had fallen on hard times – had gathered in the square between the houses, a little village square for a village that wasn't. All of them turned to look at the human master that 'employed' them, at least at first.

However, there was not a single eye that could stay on him as Kara walked by. She had expected that, anticipated it, and walked with ease and confidence as she passed through the village at her 'master's' side. She could feel their eyes drawing lines from her breasts to her pussy, and then around to her ass. She had forgone the cloak this time, allowing everything to be seen.

For that matter, she was pretty sure that she felt a few stares down at her feet, something that she was a little surprised at. Not unwelcome, though.

They walked to the center of the gathered peasants, and her 'master' ascended a small platform that had obviously been placed there many years ago. Generations ago, more than likely, considering how it was made of stone and better cared for than large chunks of the village itself. She looked down at it, then at the people that were assembled, then shrugged as she took her place beside Degan. She nudged him ever so gently, making sure that he started talking with the script that she'd given him.

“Ladies and gentlemen."

The peasants blinked, staring at each other. It was hardly surprising; it was a term that most lords wouldn't use for those under them. That said, it was a way to grab their attention right from the start. Degan continued.

“I come here to thank you for your work with the last planting season. For what you had to work with, for the directions you had to work under, you did a marvelous job. I have already set aside a bonus payment of several gold pieces for each household for the work that you've done."

Which was more than she wanted to spend, but it was required for this sort of thing. The peasants gasped at the gift, their eyes going wide.

“In fact, I have made the decision that from this day forth, you will receive a bonus in gold from the sales of the crops that are grown and gathered. The more crops, the higher the bonus. I know that it will mean more work, but I do not intend to push you forward with threats of the whip, but rather the promise of gold.

“In return, I hope to see that this field is put to proper use, tilled and worked for maximum yield."

The peasants were obviously surprised, but Kara was watching the crowd for more than surprise. She was keeping an eye out for those that had the intelligence to realize that something had changed. Most of them would take the gold and pocket it without a second thought, save for perhaps how they could get more. But there would be others –

Yes, there, and there. A man, a woman, a few others. They were seeing what the potential was, and they were already contemplating how to do better. She watched as they started looking at the rest of the crowd, their eyes filling with the same 'measuring' look that she had seen on those in the slave markets. They were assessing their fellow peasants, seeing who would be good to ally with, who would make for good growing partners.

The work shifts were already beginning, and the shift leaders had already self-identified themselves.

But there was more to it than that. Kara cleared her throat, and all eyes turned from the well-dressed but fairly familiar human master to the naked snow leopard. She tossed her head back, intentionally letting the wind catch her hair, and spread her legs ever so slightly. The eyes of every male in the audience turned to her sex, and those that were married got a slap for it. The rest just stared.

Degan didn't quite blush, but he did obviously have to force himself to be a bit more…masterful. She was pretty sure that everyone else was too busy staring at her to really see the conflict in his face, however.

“Some of you have already seen this one," he said, gesturing at her. “This is Kara, and she…is my sex slave."

The snow leopard hid the wince that wanted to pop out on her face. He was doing his best, but she could [i]hear[/i] how much he wanted to call her his mistress in public. That, however, would not have gone over well, and it would have rendered some of her plans useless. If he had been married, then perhaps it would have worked in a different context, but as it stood, no. She had to be introduced as his slave.

She stood proudly as he walked behind her, not budging as he reached up and squeezed her breasts. He made sure to show off their heft and size to the crowd, and she could see more than a few trousers tenting from what he did.

“She'll let me do anything to her," he said. “And I have decided that she'll be allowed to come out here as a…let's call her a morale officer, hmm?"

“Does that mean we get to fuck her?" one of them asked, shouting over the rest of the crowd.

Kara laughed, while Degan smiled.

“No, you don't. However, I [i]will[/i] command her to walk naked through the fields, to give you 'inspiration' as you work, as well as walk through the village and show herself off to you. The better you do, the more of her that you'll see, and perhaps, just perhaps, I'll order her to do more than just walk naked."

“Like what?"

“Like this. Slave, turn and expose."

Kara normally would have made it a bit more elaborate, but she knew what she was dealing with. Peasants and the like. She turned around, then bent over, gripping her ankles to steady herself for a moment before reaching up to her ass cheeks. The peasants gasped as she pulled them apart.

“As you can see, beautiful," Degan said, gesturing at her pussy and her ass. “She's quite sensual, and always, always ready…"

He stroked a finger along her pussy, and while she did roll her eyes at the things that he was saying, she couldn't deny that she was rather wet at that moment. She smiled as he teased her clit, rubbing her a few times to get her visibly a bit wetter.

“Do well, and I'll have her show off in a much more intimate way. You still can't touch her, but…well, you can see how good she looks at a distance. Imagine seeing her up close."

The crowd gasped, and she could hear that some of the females were not entirely happy. Not surprising; anthros tended to be better in bed than humans, or at least, enough for the stereotype to be formed. She imagined that some of the human females were a bit worried about losing their mates.

That was their problem, however. She wouldn't be fucking, and she didn't want any of them to think that she would. However, she knew that sex sold, and at the very least, this would give her a good reason to be down among the peasants so that she could keep an eye on things.

And even more, it would give Degan a reason to really keep an eye on her. She smirked slightly as she stood up, swaying her hips. She had never thought she'd like to 'keep' a master this much, but he was rapidly rising in her estimation. He had the ability to listen, to follow orders, to do what she needed him to do even if it made him uncomfortable.

In many ways, he was a good slave already.

As Degan dismissed the peasants back to their homes, they dismounted from the platform and began the walk back to the manor. She could feel the eyes of many males staring at her ass, and she threw in a deliberate sway as she walked at her human's side.

“You're going to make them jump you at this rate," Degan muttered.

“And if they try, they will be massively disappointed."

“Oh?"

“Well, I assume they would be disappointed with broken limbs being all they got."

“…Try not to hurt them if you can avoid it?"

“As long as they don't try and rape me, they'll be fine."

“Then…maybe stop provoking them?"

“I am your mistress, and theirs," she whispered to him. “I will do what I want."

That sent a shiver down his spine, and he didn't respond after that. She imagined that he was doing his best not to make a fool of himself by popping too big an erection as they walked back to the manor.

#

With the peasants properly motivated, Kara could check off that worry from her list. She doubted that it was going to be as one and done as it looked, but it was a good start. She'd need to keep an eye out for some of the female humans that would be angry about the way that their males were distracted, but she could handle that.

What she wanted, though, more than anything, was to have a little company of her own. Degan was nice, and she enjoyed him sexually very, very much. She even imagined that he'd be a good companion outside of that. However, there were certain things, certain feminine things, that did require a different sort of understand.

And it helped if they were an anthro, and spoke the same cultural language. Human females would do, at times, but…well, there was that privilege of humans being free and anthros having to earn freedom. It meant there was a disconnect that made conversation more than slightly awkward.

Though Degan was more than interested in continuing their fun, Kara took her leave of her 'master' for the moment. She promised that they would have some more fun in the evening, but for now, she needed to focus on the plan. He had been disappointed, as she'd known that he would be, but had gone along with it.

She walked through the entirety of the manor, dusty hallways and all, and for once, she allowed some of her control to slip. She imagined it as what she wanted it to be, rather than what it was, and it almost made her cry.

[i]Freedom…[/i]

Not merely stolen moments, not merely a manipulated master that gave her more than she should. Not an illusion of it in a kingdom where everyone still would see her as nothing but a slave, where she had to pretend to be one just to make sure that everything was safe. No, real freedom, the sort where she didn't have to wear a collar, where she could be herself, where…everything was better.

And she imagined it with others. She imagined other anthros, other females – maybe the occasional male – taking residence in this oversized house. She could see them in her mind's eye, and she could see them smiling. Really smiling, not just pulling their lips back in the way that made their masters feel better.

Here, they could be free.

Here, they could make their own little world, and if they played their cards right, that world would spread. Slavery might finally start losing its grip in the kingdom.

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

Summary: Kara and Degan engage in a bit more fun as the snow leopard forms her plans of how to run the long game, and they decide to take it a bit further.

Tags: M/F, F/solo, exhibitionism, nudity, human/anthro, human, snow leopard, public nudity, facesitting, face sitting, face-sitting, orgasm, oral, cunnilingus, femdom, foot fetish, barefoot, series,