I'm like an animal in heat
.
That was one of the rare thoughts that managed to pierce the hot fog in Kari's head. She stopped polishing, setting the rag aside and resting on her knees, a finger perched on her lip as she considered the notion.
An animal in heat.
Was that really what she was? A tiny part of her was shocked and a little disturbed that she would think of herself that way. Then again, it sounded a little like something Leurre might call her. And her owner was never wrong.
An animal in heat.
In some ways, the degrading descriptor suited her. After all, she'd spent most of the day on all fours, scrubbing the hall floor until it shone like a mirror. She was also definitely dressed for the part: the plush collar around her neck; the chain dangling between her bare breasts; the fuzzy cat ears on her head; the tail plugged up her ass.
If she couldn't be called an animal in heat, then who could?
Kari let out a warm breath, shifting her hips as she continued cleaning. Her new appendage swished and swayed, sending torturous ripples of pleasure through her. A pathetic mewl escaped her lips.
Hot. She was so hot. All the time. From dawn to dusk, her body radiated a pulsing, overwhelming heat. It boiled her brain into mush, set her flustered flesh ablaze with the desire. She was always wet. Always aroused.
Always eager to serve. Always ready to be used.
Wait...what had she just been thinking about?
(
Sluts don't need to think
, an inaudible voice whispered.)
Kari groaned, leaning back against the wall as the rag fell from her grasp. Her legs parted wide, one hand already sliding up her thigh, gliding towards the naked pink folds between her legs. She stopped, gritting her teeth, inches away from giving in. But she couldn't. Playing with her pussy would only make things worse. Because...because...
She couldn't cum. Not anymore. Not without her owner's permission.
But maybe this time would be different. Maybe if she circled her fingers just right, tracing the outline of her slit before grazing over her clit...maybe if she used her other hand to squeeze her tits, mauling the soft flesh as she envisioned Leurre doing the same...maybe if she wriggled her ass against the floor, rubbing her tail as her digits continued to stroke and circle...
She was close. All afternoon, she'd been riding a burning, dizzying edge, and now she was ready to fall. She slipped a finger inside, coaxing the heat at her core, beckoning it to rise and consume her. She wanted it. Craved it. If only she could...if only...if only...
"Aah!" The cry tore from her lips as quickly as her hand slipped from her sex. Her body went rigid as if electrified, shaking as the aftershocks of the ruined orgasm rippled through her.
She whimpered, her lips curving in a pathetic pout. She'd been so close. So so so close. But it always ended the same way.
How he'd done it to her, Kari didn't know. When her owner had commanded her not to cum without his permission, she'd of course agreed to obey. It was a natural next step in her training after all, the only way a shameless slut like her could be taught to control her urges.
Still, at the time she'd assumed the new rule came with some wiggle room. Even with all his cameras, there was no way Leurre could be watching her 24/7. Surely, there would be opportunities for her to indulge, to sneak a quick orgasm or two and release some of the simmering tension beneath her skin.
She'd never been more wrong.
Ever since Leurre had made the new rule, Kari's had body obeyed it without question. It was as if his words had rearranged a part of who she was. No matter how hard she tried, no matter where or when or what she used, all she could do was toe the delirious line of satisfaction, before invisible chains would yank her back where she belonged.
Kari fingered the rim of her collar. Was this who she was? Was she really so much of a slut that her body would obey her owner's whims over her own will?
(
Sluts feel submissive
.
Sluts feel weak
.)
Maybe that was why she'd started thinking of him as her "owner." She'd never admit it to his face, but there was something...comforting in that term. Something that felt right. After all...
"My pussy controls my body," she mumbled, having resumed scrubbing without noticing. "My owner controls my mind..."
Kari blinked. There were traces of color dancing in her vision.
Had she just said something? It felt like there were words echoing in her head, but they were too faint for her to make out.
Oh well. No point in dwelling. She needed to finish her chores soon. Since her owner had placed this new restriction on her, there'd been only one way for her to find reprieve: she had to be a good girl and earn it.
As if summoned by her thoughts, Kari heard footsteps approach down the hall. She stiffened, but dared not turn to face them.
"Slut," her owner uttered. "Attention."
With practiced smoothness, Kari crawled over to Leurre and knelt before him, hands folded on her lap and gaze lowered in submission. She saw his shadow approach and felt her heart race as his presence drew near.
"Sir," she greeted him, not daring to lift her eyes.
"Status?"
Kari leaned forward and bowed, hands extended above her head, her nose almost touching the ground. Her breasts hung heavy, her nipples grazing the cold floor. She shivered. "Ready for inspection, sir."
"Hm." His footsteps circled around her and down the hall. She remained where she was, perfectly still, though her breath was beginning to quicken.
At last, he returned. She could sense him standing before her, his gaze warming the naked curves of her body.
"Rise."
Kari straightened, stuttering as she swallowed a mouth full of drool. "S-sir." She met his eyes, heart fluttering as they captivated her gaze. Deep in his pupils, fractal colors swirled and spiraled.
"You've done well," he said.
She gasped, nearly cumming then and there. "Th-thank you, sir."
"But have you been good?"
Instantly, Kari came crashing down to earth.
"You haven't, have you?"
Kari's stomach clenched. She averted her eyes, but there was no hiding from her owner. No excusing what she'd done.
"Look at me, slut."
