“Just get comfortable and relax.”
Caitria sat quietly on the edge of the bed, her eyes wide and curious as she studied the stranger sitting next to her. It had been a chance meeting—brief greetings exchanged, followed by a compliment from the woman. A simple, “Well, aren’t you adorable,” more a statement than a question. A follow-up, lilting, “Come with me~” had been her only other words before strolling off towards the dorms.
Wonder had been the driving force to follow, but she was tempted to speak up and say something about the appointment she had to keep. With the basic physical exam from the previous day finished, it was time for a follow-up with her physician, Dr. Cosgrove. He wouldn’t like it if she was late. Really, neither would she—it would be rude to keep someone waiting.
The stranger pursed her lips together before cooing at Caitria gently, smiling softly. “I’m Kali.” With no other words, the obvious response was left hanging for Caitria to complete, as Kali unabashedly eyed the catgirl up and down.
Perking her ears up and sitting up straight, she flashed a bright smile in return and nodded. “Caitria.”
Kali reached up and stroked a finger along the front of Caitria’s throat, giving a little flick as it went under her chin. “Do you have an owner, Caitria?”
She tilted her chin up as Kali’s finger drew up her neck, prominently displaying the lack of a collar. “No, Kali.” The answer came in a disappointed tone. How shameful it was to admit no one wanted her enough to wrap a collar around her neck.
Breathing in through her teeth, making a slight hissing sound as she did and giving a predatory smile, Kali scooted in a bit closer, such that her thigh was resting against Caitria’s. “Wonderful.”
This woman certainly seemed quite friendly, but Caitria began to feel nervous about how long she was going to be kept from her appointment. “Kali, I’m very sorry, but I need to be-”
Her sentence was cut off by a finger to her lips, and Caitria found her vision suddenly filled by Kali’s face, especially her brilliantly golden eyes, as she leaned in close enough to kiss her. The woman just whispered, “You don’t need to worry about that. Just relax.”
Feeling a little stunned, her thoughts misted up a bit. As Kali slowly let her finger fall away, Caitria’s lips parted and hung open for a moment, silently gaping as she stared at Kali.
The woman leaned in, resting one hand behind Caitria, her arm extended past her side as she cooed at the catgirl again. “Just look deep into my eyes, Caitria, and see if you can spot the little flecks of silver in them.”
As attractive as those eyes were—ooh, there really were tiny little specks of silver, how interesting!—she gave a discontented “mrr” as she tried to look away, though she found she could only give a bit of audible resistance. “I’m sorry, I have this appointment, I really do-”
“Hush.” This statement came out a bit harsher than her otherwise seductive attitude, but she soothed away the sting of her curt word by reaching up and stroking her fingers against Caitria’s cheek. “No talking, just look.”
She had been reprimanded. She felt a little sinking in her chest, biting her lip softly as she nodded and looked at Kali’s eyes a bit closer. She hated disappointing or upsetting others, but that was why she needed to get going. It would be really bad if she was chastised by Dr. Cosgrove.
“Just stare into them,” Kali intoned in a sultry voice, “Until they fill your whole vision, with nothing else to look at.”
Caitria blinked slowly, her eyelids drooping down languidly before opening again. She did feel a bit more comfortable on that bed. Although there was a strange kind of haze settling over her head—she found herself missing a couple seconds here and there, like when she would nod off briefly just before bedtime. She frowned slightly—that must’ve looked so impolite, she didn’t want Kali to think she was bored.
Kali’s fingers continued to brush and caress against Caitria’s cheek, as the arm that had previously been positioned next to her side scooted in and lightly wrapped around the catgirl’s waist. “That’s good. Just like that—let your cares go, just focus on my eyes and my voice. So cute.”
Caitria beamed a little at the compliment tossed in haphazardly at the end, as well as feeling a pleasant shiver at the praise for proper behavior. She tried to remember what it was she had been concerned about just a moment ago. Wasn’t there something she was supposed to go do? But this woman just told her she was doing well... Maybe better to just go along with it. Still, that nagging little feeling that there was something she was forgetting persisted in the back of her mind.
Drawing up against the catgirl, Kali let her body rest against hers, her breasts lightly settling against Caitria’s as she continued to coo her praise and affection for the girl. “So adorable, and being such a good girl. Letting your thoughts sink into the back of your mind somewhere, no worries at all, just listening and looking at me. Just staring right along...”
Kali’s voice started to sound hollow and a little deeper, like she was hearing it underwater or something. Caitria fought to keep focused, but her head started to swim. She would’ve been swaying from side to side a bit if it weren’t for Kali holding her up. Wait, when had she put her arms around her? Well, nothing to worry about, she was certainly quite warm. She even smelled pleasant. She was still saying something to her, but she couldn’t focus enough to really hear the words.
She sank against the woman, feeling as if her body would melt into the welcoming embrace that was starting to cradle her. She felt a hand on the back of her head, drawing her cheek down to rest against Kali’s shoulder. Caitria started purring softly, her body vibrating gently against Kali’s as she let herself drift more and more. It was a familiar state to her—she could never remember how she got to it, but she knew it was wonderful to be in. She would sometimes dream about it, or find herself spacing out thinking about how badly she wanted to be at this state of thoughtless relaxation, totally oblivious to her surroundings.
Caitria was suddenly aware that her lips were moving, that her vocal chords were producing sounds. It took a moment, but she realized she was just softly stating, “Yes, Mistress.”
“... And look up at me again.”
Feeling a bit like looking through a window into the world, through her eyes, Caitria felt her head lift without her mind telling it to do so. Her gaze lifted to look at Kali—no, that wasn’t right. To look at Mistress—and somehow everything in the room fell away except her face. She couldn’t look away, didn’t want to look away.
“Do you have any thoughts of your own, kitten?”
That pet name. She had heard so many people use it in reference to her, and yet it felt like Mistress had reserved it just for her, as if it was just a word before, but now it would be a name. It was an automatic response. She didn’t have to consider it, and in the brief moment she tried, she found herself unable to. “No, Mistress.”
“Who do you obey?”
“You, Mistress.” She felt a wonderful warmth at that idea.
“Tell me.”
“I obey you, Mistress.” A rush of excitement throughout her body at that statement. The realization that she felt warm and wet between her legs, as well, her thighs parting a bit without her permission.
“Sleep, kitten.”
Her world went dark and she felt her head drop limply before being cradled against Mistress’s shoulder again. She wasn’t sure how much time passed, but the next thing she knew, Mistress was speaking again.
“Look at me, kitten.”
Once again, Mistress’s face was her whole world, unable to look at or think about anything else. She needed to obey. She became aware of a cool sensation all over her skin—except between her legs, where she felt incredibly damp. Even then, she felt more like she was dripping, not the familiar sensation of wet cloth rubbing against her folds. It finally clicked that she must not have been wearing any clothes any more.
“Kneel.”
Caitria immediately felt her knees buckle out from under her, dropping down and spreading her thighs, showing off her glistening sex for Mistress. She arched her back, pushing her breasts out as she sat up as straight as she could in her exposed position. She wanted to show off her body for Mistress—she felt it was imperative that everything she do somehow please her.
“Very good, kitten.” Kali flicked her tongue out, letting it glide along her lips as she admired the helplessly spread catgirl sitting in front of her. She ran her hands over her own nude form, brushing over her breasts and squeezing them idly as she moaned softly. “Come here.” She beckoned the girl forward with one finger, a hungry look in her eye.
Caitria happily scooted herself forward, delighted when she felt Mistress’s hand on the back of her head, guiding her down. Her vision shifted from the face and eyes of her Mistress to the lightly glistening petals between her legs. She needed no instruction—the guiding push on the back of her head told her everything she needed to know.
Completely unable to resist the urging, Caitria lovingly caressed Mistress’s folds with her lips, slipping her tongue out to playfully lick at them, tasting a few drops of her arousal. The praising, “Good kitten” sent shivers throughout her whole body, echoing about in her head, with each bounce off the walls in her mind reverberating down between her legs and making her feel a little more desperate to do something about the aching that was beginning to build.
Kali smiled triumphantly as she stared down at the obedient slave between her legs. By no means the hardest she ever had to work for it before—especially with the lack of physical confrontation or resistance—but the gusto the girl had more than made up for it. She was an absolute natural.
“Stroke yourself.”
A simple command, but everything to her in that moment. Caitria quickly let a hand drop between her legs to rub her fingers against her sex, causing her hips to buck a couple times as she finally was allowed to do something about the arousal that was getting louder and louder in its shouts for attention. She moaned happily, if a bit needily, before burying her lips more firmly against Mistress’s petals, dipping her tongue to seek out and coax forward her clit.
“Nnn, such a good kitten...” Kali sighed out, taking one more appreciative look at her slave before lying back on the bed, spreading her thighs a bit more and closing her eyes.
Shuddering, Caitria sought out her own swollen button, rubbing a little more than lightly as she moaned and mewled hotly, before swirling her tongue around Mistress’s clit and suckling gently. Anything for that praise, anything to be rewarded with recognition of her good behavior. She was desperate for those kind words, just as much as she felt the desperation growing to taste Mistress’s orgasmic honey and spill her own onto her fingers.
Caitria began grinding her hips down against her hand as she stroked herself more fervently, in time with her firmer rubbing at Mistress’s clit with her tongue. She drew back briefly to slide up and down her petals, before dipping back in and arching her tongue up against the swollen nub, making a light sawing motion back and forth before once more suckling.
It didn’t take much longer before the attentions of her new slave brought Kali to release, as she gasped and flooded herself against Caitria’s waiting lips. “Aaaahh, cum for me, kitten...!”
The command was hardly necessary, as Caitria began practically humping the floor, her fingers buried inside her, obediently and helplessly letting the last vestiges of her thoughts gush out between her legs, feeling her thoughts and mind pooling out of her.
Both were surprised by a deep male voice from the doorway, “Kali, what are you doing?” It sounded like an exasperated question, as if the inquisitor was asking it rhetorically.
After letting a few more waves of pleasure wash over her, Kali just let out a happy, “Mmmm...” before answering, “Playing with my new toy, Liam. Did you want to try it out?”
Caitria was almost totally oblivious to the conversation, only vaguely aware that Mistress was talking to someone. She continued to idly stroke herself and lap up Mistress’s honey even after the orgasms had faded, her moans and mewls shifting to loud purring.
“I assume she has a name,” came the disapproving reply.
Sighing softly, Kali sat up and began running her fingers through Caitria’s hair. “She does,” came the retort, forcing Liam to ask the obvious follow-up.
“And what is it?”
Cooing at her slave once more, Kali then looked up at the guard. “Come on, Liam, I know you just got done with your rounds—ooh!” Her hips jerked forward as Caitria tongued her clit slowly. “Mmm... Just play with my toy for a night. She’s very cute. Very eager, too.”
“She’s also late for an appointment.”