Chapter 1 - A Cat's Life
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The warm early morning smelled of dewy grass, faint chlorine from the pool, and the sweet undefinable aroma that could only be thought of as 'summer scent'. The sky above was a beautiful abstract of pink and gold over the faintest blush of blue, the first rays of dawn only moments away. In one of the birch trees at the back of the yard, just inside the tall privacy fence, a squirrel watched the strange young woman dancing and spinning, come to greet the sunrise.
Large fluffy ears where firmly fastened into her hair, largish fuzzy paws were on her hands and feet, and a long black cat's tail sprouted from a patch of flesh just above the top of her buttocks. Other than a black collar sporting a bell and 'D-rings' set into its leather, she was otherwise nude. Petite of build, barely over five feet, her raven-dark hair reaching almost halfway down her back.
Bright blue eyes sparkled as they took in the majesty of the morning, her smile featuring overlong canines, adding to her feline appearance. She loved waking up early to dance in the first light of dawn, communing with the world and nature. She was Mittens The Cat, pet of her Master, James Brooksend, and sister submissive of his personal slave, Chloe Ryan. They were the two true loves of her life. Her beloved family.
Chloe was most certainly already awake, making preparations for breakfast. The amazing young woman had come into Mittens' life a little less than a year ago, but the cat-girl felt as though she'd known Chloe forever. They'd clicked from the very first moment, Mittens falling in love with her nearly on sight. Since then, they had become beyond close, more than just lovers or best friends.
Most people dreamed of finding one person that they could consider their 'soul-mate'. Mittens had managed to get two, the other being her Master. James had helped her out when she'd been at her lowest point, asking nothing in return from her. As far as he'd been concerned, he was simply helping out a girl who'd been dealt a far worse hand than she'd deserved.
She'd fallen so deeply in love with him that she could not imagine being anything other than his for the rest of her life. She'd eventually pledged that love to him by accepting his collar, as a full time power exchange submissive to him. He became her owner and she became his official 'pet cat', a role that she'd relished far beyond anything he'd ever intended or expected of her.
What had begun as a sort of joke had evolved into her whole identity, not just in the terms of their relationship, but in all ways. She presented herself as a cat to everyone, having no desire to be anything else. She'd even convinced him to allow her to receive cosmetic surgery to give her proper 'cat-teeth' and a tail that could be attached directly to her body.
Some might consider it all pretty extreme, but for Mittens, it was simply becoming her true self. She was blessed to have plenty of people around her who accepted her for what she chose to be and allowed her to follow her heart. It was a good life and she was a happy kitty.
Dancing in chaotic circles, limbs swishing about with no real rhythm or reason, Mittens giggled as she felt the first shafts of dawn fall upon her. Warm and inviting, she wriggled and wobbled, shaking her tail and hair with vigor and excitement. She loved mornings like this, feeling energized by the tender kiss of daylight and the clean scent of the grass and trees.
Master's house was at the end of a cul-de-sac, set away from any other houses and surrounded by lush landscaping. Though the rear yard was fully encased in a tall fence for privacy, there really wasn't any neighbors to worry about seeing her naked and jiggling goofily. She could technically do her little dance in the front yard, where there was nothing blocking sight of her, and would still have no real chance of being seen.
Not that Mittens had any issues with being seen. An exhibitionist at heart, she would be perfectly comfortable walking right down through the middle of a crowded mall wearing nothing more than what she already had on. In fact, most days, she and Chloe spent the majority of their time fully exposed, only covering themselves when going out in public.
And, occasionally, only barely covered.
Though the three of them openly lived a BDSM lifestyle, proudly displaying signs of what they were, such as collars, leashes, and styles of dress that were obviously not vanilla, Master was always careful never to cross too far over lines of common decency. While some felt that just displaying any signs of BDSM was indecent, Master stood on the principle that they should not be made to feel as though their lifestyle was shameful or something that needed to be hidden.
There was a significant difference between showing they were proud of who they were and being obscene. They were always careful to avoid being publically obscene, but never shy to acknowledge their dynamics among one another.
Of course, that was often something that raised a lot of objections in some places. Luckily, the small town they lived in, Zucker's Mill, had become accustomed to 'Brooksend and his girls' by now. It didn't hurt that Master actually owned a very large part of the commercial property in town and was pretty well regarded as a person for being very fair, thoughtful, and polite. It helped to further ease matters, but there were still plenty of people who could not overcome their prejudices.
Ironically, some of the harshest criticism for their open state of lifestyle came from within their own lifestyle's community. Though Master was respected as a community leader in the area, there were plenty who disagreed with his views. Most of those cited decency concerns, but were really less worried about whether it was actually decent, than they were about just having their own lifestyle choices exposed. Their own fears of judgement by others making them nervous to be associated with them.
However, there were others who supported his right to be open with it, some even being inspired to become open with their own lifestyles. Many of these were other community leaders and helped calm any significant drama around it. Sadly, though, it always seemed that the negative voices tended to speak the loudest and most often.
So, their lives were often somewhat more reclusive than that of others, spending much of their time here at the large house at the end of the cul-de-sac. To Mittens though, that just meant more time she could be naked and free to dance around. And, with Chloe coming into their lives, she now had even more of that time.
Chloe, as an official slave to her Master, had essentially taken over almost all the general daily tasks of cooking and other chores. Prior to this, as a submissive to her Dominant, Master, Mittens had performed many of these tasks. Often, she still did help Chloe with a lot of things, but Chloe preferred to allow Mittens to just be the pet cat. So, Mittens had been working on further developing her 'appropriate cat behaviors' by occasionally jumping up and running out of a room for no reason, only to prance back a few minutes later with no explanation.
Or randomly coming up to someone and bumping or rubbing against them until she got pets.
Or chasing bugs around.
Or playing with cat toys. This one was a favorite of a lot of people, as they seemed to get a real kick out playing along with her.
