She woke to find her Master already gone. He had some things to do, though he had the day off work. It was, after all, a Saturday. He had let her sleep in, but the sunlight streaming through the blinds woke her. Grumbling, she peered around for the clock. It was around 12:30. Blink blink. She must have slept longer than she thought.
Yawning, she hopped out of bed and went straight for the shower. Being clean was always nice. Master would probably be returning soon. She smiled at the thought of him ... he was her one true love. His loving her was the most amazing thing, and she never would take it for granted.
After the shower, she wandered about the house for a bit. Things had to be perfect! She was never a very organized or neat person, but she wanted things to look a little more presentable. Besides, Master was probably getting sick of tripping over her various misplaced trinkets.
Kitten basically lazed about and watched television before nothing the time again .. 4:15? Ack! She dashed to the closet. There were certain things that she wore that Master particularly enjoyed. Tonight, it would be a red and black corset, short black skirt, and fishnets. She loved getting dressed up for him. She loved seeing that pleased look in his eyes. It made her feel very beautiful.
Not long after her primping session, she heard the familiar click of the lock. It was all she could do not to squeak with excitement. With as much composure as she could muster, the lovely kitten stepped out to greet her Master. He smiled wide as soon as she came into view. She did a little spin so he could look her over and get the full effect of the outfit. He obviously approved, as evidenced by the slight bulge in his pants.
"Hey there, kitten." He kissed her softly and proceeded to the kitchen. "So, what's cooking?"
Blink. Uh-oh. He had wanted her to cook tonight ... she promised she would. She frowned, frantically look around. "Um, er ... wait, I ... " Damn. It had just slipped her mind. She felt pretty damn bad already, so she looked down as she spoke quietly. "I am sorry ... I ... forgot."
It was silent, though she could have sworn she heard a slight "hm" sound, as if he were thinking. She slowly looked up, and off he went in the bedroom. Kitten stepped forward to follow, but he told her to stay. The sound of metal could be heard, along with various other mysterious sounds. She wondered if he was really upset, or just looking for any excuse to play with his new toys ... a small smile betrayed the excitement she felt inside at the thought of him controlling her.