Striped, Collared and Heated Chapter 30

I played with my new servants for another hour or so before we departed the restaurant. Upon arriving home I  found my apartment had changed. While the layout of my bed and the living area were familiar, a wall with a door had replaced the kitchenette. Beyond it, a hallway stretched with identical doors on either side. Both Foxy and Jillian were drawn to the set of doors nearest to the apartment. A private room for each waited there. Jillian's looked to be a sort of college dorm room, but in place of bunkbeds was a circular bed furnished with balls of yarn for pillows. Foxy's had a general resemblance to my vague remembrances of Carla's apartment but decorated in stark blacks and whites, furniture replaced by cushy pillows of various sizes. Instead of the entertainment center, a small stage with a stripper's pole claimed the focus of the main room. 

Both of them reacted to the accommodations with tail twitching excitement.  Jillian pounced the cat bed while Foxy cautiously approached the pole and experimented whirling around it. I left them to explore, although I hadn't really gone with them. I'd remained in the main area of my apartment but I perceived the entire thing no matter where my physical body stood. At the end of the hallway stood the livestock room, with Floyd being the sole occupant, lost in the fullness and stretch of her udders. Straps prevented her hoof hands from attempting to milk herself but there remained a couple more days before she'd be ready to be milked.  

This space was all mine. Concentrating, I perceived it as a blending of the realspace with what formerly existed behind the mirror. It pushed against the boundaries of the original apartment and bent them. I really didn't have time to study how Xianta had made the apartment bigger on the inside because a tug on my heart told be that my Mistress required my presence.

This time, nothing impeded my journey onto her ship, and I found myself in her chamber the moment my foot touched the deck. Xianta sprawled across her couch and grinned in my direction. 

"So the Mad'am returns from her outing bearing both the fox she intended and stray cat. Do you think Madam is proper form of address for a Rashaka who's not quite born yet?" She said with the slight shake of her head. 

"I-I could have them call me Mistress, it didn't feel right." I said as I approached to stand in front of her with my head down. "If you gifted me with a name then-"

Xianta cut me off, "Are you my pet?" 

"Yes mistress! Always," I stole a glance up at my goddess and felt my insides flutter as she watched me with that coy smirk in the corner of her mouth.   

"Can a pet have servants? Does that not elevate the pet to her mistress's equal?" She asked, inspecting her hooflike finger nails.  

Sensing a trap, I threw myself onto my hands and knees, "No Mistress! Whether or not I have servants makes no difference. I am yours and they are yours. I just wish to love you and be loved by you." 

"Is that so?" Her paw slid under my chin, toes spread, her scent washed over me and I was dropped into a lake of arousal. My tail sprang into the air, my nipples swelled into hard plugs and my pussy flooded with warmth before leaking like a facet. Reduced to little more than a cat in heat by a single inhalation of her scent, I kneed the ground as her massive paw lifted my chin. She'd sat up on her couch, legs splayed open, udder spilling out over the cushion, the twin teets nearly eye level with me. Was I to drink from them? Would she mold me as I had molded Foxy?

"Yes Mistress. I'm your eager kitty slut. Please fuck me Mistress!" I begged, the heat growing, working deeper into my folds.

"Even in front of your servants? Will you debase yourself before me while they watch?" She demanded. 

"YES! I will lick feet and suck on your pads in front of the whole world Mistress! I don't care." I cried out and unable to stop myself buried my face in the fur of her paw. 

"Good pet. You may come." she said. 

My body obeyed the command as it did the first day we'd met. It felt like the words themselves thrust deep into my cleft and expanded. The flutter of pleasure that swiftly grew to an avalanche. I wrapped my arms around her paw and screamed into her ankle as the sudden orgasm rushed over me. It lasted for several minutes, leaving me panting and sopping wet between my legs. 

She picked me up as if I were a tired kitten, beneath my arms. I dangled there, limp and helpless but bathed in the glorious light of her approving smile. A peck on my forehead was my reward before she sat me on her udder and leaned me between her breasts. We faced the TV. 

"You need to learn better control of your abilities, Pet. You spread a bit of madness today." She scolded me without a hint of venom. "Fortunately our adversaries are... enmeshed in their own issues." She pointed a remote at the TV and it flashed to life.

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