Sitting in a chair opposite the bed, I command her to enter. Crawling on all fours, my potential new pet enters the room. Her eyes, filled with obedience, peer up at me as she walks, lavender hair flopping around beneath her dark grey furry ears. As she approaches me, I merely point to the bed. Understanding, she rotates from me and moves the direction of my outstretched finger. When she turns, she gives a not so subtle shake of her hips, wiggling her finely rounded ass and inducing the long grey tail she is wearing to waggle at me in a playfully seductive swaying motion.
Aside from her tail and ears, the only other articles of clothing adorning her beautiful pale body are her lacey mid-thigh stockings along with matching black satin panties and bra. Upon reaching the bed, she moves to crawl up, when I stop her with a single word. "Wait," I say with authority. She freezes in place and I continue, "You will have no need for those undergarments. Please remove them, but you may retain your stockings." Dutifully obeying, she quickly unlatches her bra and drops it to the floor along with her underwear, before moving onto the bed.
"Excellent, my dear. Now lay on your back, so I may see all of you," I gently command. Without hesitation, she tucks her tail beneath her and positions her self flat upon the bed. Rising from my chair, I smile at how well my orders have been followed. I slowly cross the distance to the bed, deliberate in each step, allowing me to fully appreciate her as I approach.
I look down intently upon my kitten, showing no trace of the awe that fills me. I begin to shift my gaze along her near naked form that is sprawled upon the bed before me. Sheer stockings, cling tightly to her milky thighs, wrapping her legs to the toes. Above her stockings, her unblemished skin is covered by nothing but a tiny strip of neatly trimmed jet-black hair on her pubis. The smooth, soft, ivory skin of her abdomen, laid bare, highlighted by two spectacularly firm, grapefruit sized breasts tipped with metal ringed pink nipples.
Raising my view further, I drink in the curves of her shoulders, draped with her lavender shimmering hair. Smoky, pale blue-grey eyes shine with unspeakable intensity, as they lock, transfixed upon my face, waiting to know what will be done to her. I am a new master to her and while no signs of trepidation betray her, I know others have just taken her for their needs alone, then disposed of her in the past. I will not be like them, but she has no way to know that, yet...
I climb onto the bed, positioning myself above her prone form. As I shift my weight to brace on my left arm, I move my right hand downward, between our bodies. For a nearly imperceptible moment, the faintest hint of disappoint flashes in her eyes, before she steels it away and braces to just be taken again, as she assumes I am preparing to undo my pants. But, my fingers do not begin to unlatch my belt, but rather fall to her. If she is surprised, she hides it well.
There is no doubt that I could simply strip down and mount her like a dog in heat. She is my pet and, as her owner, that is within my power. However, I would rather be slowly running my fingers across her milky white skin, much, I am sure, to her amazement. Fingertips gracefully coursing over her lower stomach, I pull myself backward. I lower my face to her stomach, lips placing gentle kisses down her abdomen before tracing her pelvis, as I work my way towards the sweetest of prizes.
But, I would be in no rush. I pass by her pussy, a mere whisper from her lips so she could feel my breath as I went by. I then softly rake my nails down her inner thighs until they hit the tops of her stockings. Curling my fingers under the rim of the gossamer material, I slowly push them lower, letting the fabric caress her skin as it descends. Not to be outdone, I begin to trace the lines of her calves, first left than right, with the tip of my tongue while my fingers gently slip the stockings beyond her ankles.
As I gently remove the stocking, freeing her left foot, I cradle her delicate ankle in my hands, fingers wrapping protectively, providing a newfound sense of security and trust within her. Bracing her foot against my shoulder, I slide my hands up her calf. I gently knead the tips of my fingers into her soft flesh, massaging the well-toned muscles as I expand up to her thigh. Then, flipping my hands over while rotating to the top of her legs I let the backs of my nails glide down the smooth skin of her shin, giving her the sensation of strips of satin being slowly dragged down her legs, drawing the sweet sounds of satisfied sensuality from her lips.
Fingers once again finding her ankle, I tenderly raise her foot from my shoulder, until it hovers in the air before my face. Tilting her toes upward, I place a soft kiss upon her heel, before running my tongue along the instep of the sole of her foot. As I journey to the base of her big toe, I snake my tongue softly between it and the next toe, before pulling it into my mouth, sweetly suckling it. As focused as I am in dedicating my attention to heightening every sensation for her, I am acutely aware of every reaction she has. This attentiveness allows my heart and spirits to raise at the sound of the soft moan I hear drift down from above me, letting me know she enjoys the current course of action.
Emboldened by the positive reassurance from her, intended or not, I pull back momentarily, releasing the current digit. After allowing that toe to slide off my lips, my tongue then begins encircling the next two, intertwining around and between them. Drawing both into my mouth, I use my lips to create a barrier around them, as my tongue runs around and along them, pressing, pushing, and pulsating them within my mouth, sending seductive sensations shooting from the tips of her toes to the top of her brain.
Satisfied that she is sufficiently enraptured, I withdraw from her foot and work my way slowly back up her leg. While proceeding northward along her inner thigh, I curl back my lips, so that I can bite the tender flesh. I press my teeth enough that she can feel the textural difference, and a slight spike of pain, but not enough to truly hurt. With each nibble, I hear a sharp intake of breath and pleased sigh that chases it. Her breathing begins to change, increasing in rapidity as she feels me approaching her now dripping pussy. Lifting my eyes, I catch her gaze as she peers down at me with anticipation and desire bordering on desperation.
Immediately looking away, she focuses on the ceiling, knowing she has erred. I pause, letting my eyes linger to see what she does. While satisfied she recognized her mistake, I hover where I was not moving. The agonizing lack of contact eats away at her as the moments stretch. Deeper in our relationship, I would make her wait far longer, confident she would have no fear of being completely abandoned. But, we are too new in our roles to let the punishment endure. So, I merely leave her unstimulated long enough to erase any doubt, that while I am a giving master, I am still her master.
After a few torturous moments of nothingness, certain her mind is swirling with concern that she has crossed a line with that expression displaying a demand for satisfaction, I lovingly kiss the crease of her pelvis where her firm left thigh meets her pubis. With the touching of lips to skin, she exhales contentedly, secure she will not be abandoned. Understanding her submissive headspace, I smile between kisses, knowing that while relieved, she is also quite pleased that our roles have been reaffirmed.
Shifting to my left, my lips work their way across the sensitive skin, seemingly sending me to her womanhood. sliding my hands beneath her, I tightly squeeze her ass and feel the muscles tense against my grip as she anticipates what is coming next. However, instead of raising her pelvis to my mouth, I release her cheeks, slide my hands to the crest of her hips and pull myself higher, instead of diving lower.