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It was a normal night for Tael of Marklov, or at least it started that way. He got up, out of bed, and into his uniform: a corset, petticoat, and modest dress. And of course there was the wig and make-up, without which he would surely be found out. You see, Tael was not like the other workers at The Silken Ribbon, who were all female: the place was a temporary break from the surrounding inns and taverns, which employed Dominatrixes and sissies alike. In the Kinkdom of Femlovia, common practice was exactly as it sounded: FemDom ran supreme, and women were worshipped as Mistresses and even Goddesses, depending on their social ranking. Likewise,

My daughter's foot in my face...

This was nice. Sitting in one of Jessica's cozy chairs made June reminisce about how she always used to visit the old lady when she was younger. Her parents told her she should stop and often apologized to their neighbor on her behalf, which they still did for some reason. She smiled. "Ms. Jessica, Ms. Jessica. This tea is really good!" She had poured herself another cup, already sipping on it. But she wasn't here just to enjoy herself, she was here because she wanted to talk with her neighbor about her dream. Something about the dream had left a scary impression on her, but more than anything, it had excited her. It was kind of like bac

Thanks to cat-like reflexes (literally), Liz was able to perk up and whip around in time to face him, catching the cloth between clapped hands. She pulled the corners apart to examine it. Then, at being told to put it on, she nodded quietly and did as she was told, all while trying to keep her butt on the chair. Since whenever she seemed to move it away, the prickling would start and quickly turned painful the further away her rear got from the surface below it. Then, Liz, now with all of her bits fully covered, sat there. Quietly, with her hands folded in her lap. And she waited. Patiently. She was not eager to stay in the chair, clearl

Oh? Pouty/angry at defying an order? Really cute, but deserved. He told her to stay after all. She also chose a bit later what she wanted to be called. He did consider calling her Elly instead since it seemed to wake up some bad memories, buuuut whatever. Her choice after all. But while she was good at hiding tears, turning her face away would only work well for people with less sensitive sense. On the bright side, this seemed like a good opportunity to take her mind to something else, so Yul went back to the food card and reached into it, pulled something out, "Hey Liz! Catch." and threw it over Liz's head. A big piece of cloth. Not a v

A sniffle came from the poor, naïve girl as Yul laughed. What was so funny, she wondered? Yul’s next words made Liz’s ears perk up and twitch. Her tail unwound itself from around her wrist and the tip of it twitched as well. She was hopeful, yet cautious. Honestly, the ears and tail made reading her mind so much easier. ”R- Really…?” the slave whispered in reply to his offer. She grinned then. It was slowly onset at first, but once she fully digested the situation, she couldn’t help but jump up from her seat to tackle Yul into a hug. …Buuuuut then the painful reminder of the order to ‘stay’ from before came in the form of horri

Most other guys would have gotten up, put a hand on her shoulder, and told her everything would be fine. Yul however, laughed a bit at the response. This was good. "This is EXACTLY what I was looking for. Do you know how hard it is to make someone useful who is uncooperative?" All the pieces finally fell into place. He got someone who actually preferred being here than out there. Perfect. Simply perfect. But since she would need to be calmed down at least a little, Yul leaned forward onto the table. "Then we have a deal. You'll be good, I'll keep you around. No catch attached. Sounds like a good deal, doesn't it? ... Oh but one thing. What do

To every word, Liz listened intently. But then she heard it. The thing that made her heart drop, her ears tuck tightly against her head, and her tail curl around to wind around her hand. There is a chance I’ll kick you out if something specific doesn’t go as I want it. …a chance I’ll kick you out… …I’ll kick you out. The catgirl’s focus zeroed in on that phrase. It echoed between her eardrums and made her head spin. Immediately her mind was flooded with enough thoughts to send her spiraling into a flurry of anxiety and terror, enough to completely drown out whatever the hell it was that Yul was saying. He’s going to a

Liz’s ears fell at the rejection, and her eyelids went half-mast with disappointment. And yet still, she conceded and backed off, sitting up straight. When being given the brush and her orders, she took them both with a nod a mumble of “Yes, Mmmaster…” ~~~ When Liz and Yul sat down at the table, the cat girl still seemed rather downtrodden about earlier. After all, for a girl who had spent her whole life in the service industry (as unwilling of an act as it might have been), to suddenly be rejected for actually offering her skills was… confusing, to say the least. Still, she listened to her Master as she ate her soup quietl

As Yul spoke and interrupted her song, Liz’s ears perked up once again and tilted in his direction. At his words, she peered down at her fingers. Yup. They were pruny. That must mean it’s time to get out, then. Nodding in agreement, the girl stood up in the tub, water sloshing around and dripping, trickling down her naked body. Her skin shimmered with a sheen of moisture in the strange, artificial lighting. And she took the towel, listened to his instructions, and nodded again. Of course she did as she was told, too. Soon she was dry enough to get out and, leaning a hand on his chest for balance, she stepped onto the floor. When ins

The first thing that came up from the water was Elizabeth’s ears as they stood up in alertness. Then she herself sat up slowly, enjoying the feeling of the water rushing over her face as she did so. Rubbing her eyes, Liz then peered over at Yul and listened to him quietly as he spoke. At his command, she obediently leaned forward. Clearly she didn’t understand what was happening, but she still trusted him all the same, and so she indeed obeyed. When the feeling of the shampoo hit her scalp, a full-body shiver ran through her. Still, she didn’t complain, as she continued to trust that Yul knew what he was doing. When he was finished,

And indeed, Liz woke up. And she looked around. And she eventually ate. And she immediately went back to sleep. Probably used the toilet, too, at some point. Being startled awake was not a good thing for a cat, however human they may be. This much was apparent in that Liz shot upwards, back arched, ears straight up in the air along with her tail, which was frizzy and stiff. She looked ready to attack. But, once she saw that it was merely Yul, she smiled softly and visibly relaxed. Though her tail was still puffed out… That would resolve itself over time. 18 hours… … Liz blinked at him. She obviously didn’t believe him

For some time, Liz was left to herself, to catch up on some much needed rest. Yul was busy with quite a few things after all, and in her current condition, she would be no help to that. So? Time passed quietly. But she would wake up, she'd notice a few things. Foremost, that Yul covered her with the foot end of the sheet, making her look like a taco... a cataco. There was also food on her table, as well as a big bottle of water. A moderate platter with a lid, under which Yul put 3 meat buns. He himself was not around if she woke up, but his scent was somewhat fresh in the air. She probably missed him by a few minutes, and he didn't return unt

At Yul’s hand placement, Liz froze in place. She peered up at him, clearly looking confused. At least the tears had stopped. Blinking at the order, Liz didn’t move at first. Clearly, she was trying to digest what she was being told to do. Then her eyes lit up with a sense of sudden realization and her ears slowly rose to stand up normally. A flick of her tail told him that she was curious, yet cautious, as she quickly and carefully did as she was told and put the man’s cock away. How was he to tend to that on his own, she wondered? As her Master looked around silently, Liz was silent as well. She obediently sat in place on her knees

As Yul approached, Liz's ears drooped. When he spoke, her tail tucked between her legs. She was terrified, clearly. But when he did it--when he set himself free--her entire frame... sank. She didn't look scared anymore. Goodness knows what she had been expecting. But this... She had no idea Yul would do this to her. Not you, too... she thought to herself, her heart aching. Every time. Every. Damn. Time. She got to know and trust someone. She let someone through her walls. She let her guard down and was truly, fully, vulnerable... A memory flashed at the forefront of her mind... It stung... ~~~ "GO!!!" Liz's voice

Liz's ears drooped at the mention of 'no drawing on the carpet.' She looked at him with a look that simply read, Really? How old do you think I am? Though she'd be lying if she said she hadn't been excited to do exactly that once her Master left her alone with the chalk... As Yul drew on the wall, the silky-haired woman watched intently. She tilted her head this way and that, almost like a real curious cat would. And, in this situation, she hoped that curiosity would indeed not kill the cat. When prompted to stand in front of the circle, she did so, albeit nervously. Biting her bottom lip, and looking to her Owner for reassurance, she no

Heh. Just look at her. Excited like a little kid that heard a good ol fairy tale. Some good mood on her face really suited her. And with her choice obvious, Yul nodded and smiled. "Alright. Spellcircles it is then. Let's go over how exactly they work then. Oh and if I notice you drawing on the carpet, I'll force you to clean it with your tongue, got it?" And he damn well could do it actually. She had a nifty collar on her after all. With that small warning out of the way, explanations were in order. "Spellcircles are essentially instructions for your mana. What others would do with words, you do by drawing patterns. It will take some time unt

Elizabeth nodded rapidly at his remarkable guess. She then listened intently, hanging onto every word as if her life depended on it. And, in a way, it did. At least, her shot at a 'normal' life depended on it. Magic always fascinated her, and the concept of her, casting it herself?? Insane. But she was excited. The kitty's tail wagged in the air behind her, and her ears stood straight in the air. At least Yul would always be able to read her emotions fairly easily that way. At the mention of drawing in order to cast magic, Liz's ear twitched. The whole time he spoke after that, her eyes were glued to the chalk. As he focused on casting h

The catgirl blinked at him. Mostly in shock, but also to show that she was listening. And after he had gone, she sat on the floor for a few moments, digesting what she had heard and seen. I'm the bad guy~. The words made a tingle run down her spine. Whether it was from fear, discomfort... or something else entirely, she would probably never know. But the electric prickling of the collar around her neck was becoming unbearable, so she decided to do as she was asked, albeit slowly and cautiously, and take a bath. It was heavenly. The idea that cats don't like water is... not untrue. But Liz was only half-catfolk, and she was visi

Liz's eyes widened when she heard the bells. She looked towards the stairwell, then back at him, then at... Wait, what was he staring at?? Did he not understand what she was trying to... His words made her blood run cold. With her frame going frigid, she slowly released his legs and tried to crawl backwards, and then he reached towards her and... OW. Liz flinched, ears sinking down again as her hands whipped up to protect her forehead. She gawked at him, amazed and wildly confused. She so desperately wanted to talk back to him. Ask him. What do you mean? How did you know? What are you going to do? And of cou

As expected, Elizabeth was intensely quiet throughout the whole journey. She avoided eye contact, for the most part. But when he spoke to her, she was sure to look him in the eyes, as strangely colored as they may be. This was taught to her in her teens: Always look your Master in the eyes when he is speaking to you, unless told otherwise. Still, though, every time she was prompted to respond, Liz looked down at the ground. It might've appeared that she was simply unhappy being a slave, or maybe that she was frightened of her new Owner. But the simple fact was... Elizabeth felt guilty. You see, for seven years now, Liz had been running t

Ah~ Finally some peace and quiet. Was that so hard? Sure, it put him 50 gold down, but that wasn't his entire budged anyway. With everyone quiet, Yul went through the row of seats to get out, only to get stopped by the pig of a man he already forgot the name of. And by his expression, this man could definitely tell that Yul was... absolutely bored by that intimidation attempt. "Oh no. Whatever shall I- *snore*. Guards!" In a zero care display, Yul pretended to be asleep then made sure the guards got the not so subtle que to earn their pay. After all, Yul was THE high paying customer. Even the auctioneer gave them subtle hand signs now to go a

Everyone seemed to blink, slowly, in shock, at once. It was dead quiet for several moments. The man groping Liz had frozen in place. But then True Owner Number Two turned his head and motioned for his friend to fuck off. The look they exchanged told Liz one thing, at least: she had made a terrible mistake. This man... This, kind, strange, wealthy man... was going to die. Liz's ears went down and her gaze softened, even if she was grateful for the man beside her to indeed fuck off. She looked at Yul with pity in her eyes, then dropped her gaze to the floor. She felt ashamed of herself. "Um... Okay. Sold, to... Uh... that guy," t

Blinking slowly, as if not being able to process what was being said to her, Elizabeth again did not reply, at least verbally. At the sight of the collar, her ear twitched. She was not surprised by the enchantment, nor the promise of pain if she did not comply. However, her eyes only lingered on it for a moment before flickering back to stare at this strange, strange man. Who was he? Why was he speaking to her like this? As if she were... a person? It certainly made her wary, and she did not take her eyes off the man even as he walked away. A choice. The words buzzed around her skull like wasps swarming the perimeter of their nest. A choice?

Young Liz was by no means anything special. Or at least, that’s what she had been taught and conditioned to believe by her True Owners. She looked in any reflective surface and saw the thin frame of hers, the ears and tail, the strangely colored eyes… and she saw anything but beauty. Oddity, maybe, but not beauty. She found her head tilting as she waited in her place in line to be shown, once again, as the ‘crown piece’ of today’s merchandise. Having lost count of how many times she had been put in this position, she had stopped complaining and resisting long ago. Besides, the abuse she had to suffer at the hands of her True Owners was f

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