a smol kittys preferences~

hewwo~ i am cat. or black either name works i suppose.

kinks that i favor: lolicon. futanari. loli. size difference/age difference. slavery/petplay/servants. and.. dark scenarios~
i like being small perhaps pervy small catgirl~ having to serve superiors. generally, i rp as a futanari as well or at least more of a magic one/able to become a futanari at will. 

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glasses of fine wines clash. commencing the celebration of the eighty years of the ruling powers. a dark secret society of the rich, powerful or famous. you were the newest member from either one or more of these traits... "And we welcome miss insert name here to our little family~ our newest member! give her a round of applause!" an elderly man says, he was one of the council leaders who had chosen to have you into the secret society. a slow piano slowly took over the scenery as the dark lights of the stage encumbered the surrounding area. bright neon light and lights from phones or televisions light being the only thing that light up anywhere else. there was plenty of people in the crowd. from rich inventors and great minds. to powerful beings who held the world intact or protected from outwordly forces. rich who powered and funded the group with money, famous who supported and gave influence. or hitmen, hunters and mercenaries acting as necessary evils in order to keep greater evils at bay. although most of them only cared for the pay, not so much the other part...

as the stage lights settle in, revealing their newest member, the crowd gives a round of claps and welcomes. and of course, as they do with all new members, they had granted three wishes... one of which is a 'legal slave' which was only available to those in some form of power. extreme luck.. or well, rich. generally, the slaves are raised from birth to be perfect servants... or at least as close as to perfect as one can strive for without reckless damages. in the round of gifts. the final gift was of course, your very own servant. one trained to be a personal servant. 'Personal servants' were the least trained of the servants. and were chosen for traits that weren't as easy to train. like intellect. compassion. artistic and/or magic/technological aptitude. beauty and otherwise all-around personality. 

they bring a small cat-girl(me of course) on stage. a confused and frightened expression was written all over my face... its not exactly the most common thing to be in this situation. i had pitch black hair, stark, sharp deep red eyes with a cute and slightly scary/sharp glare. and a soft pale small body, appearing around... maybe seven? nine at most, eternally... the old man hands you a tablet. a digital document was in it, detailing my traits such as personality, blood-type, abilities, aura/mana, and noticed likes and dislikes. i seemed to be skilled in mostly arts, be it magical, artistic. musical, or even technology and skills. 'Primary functions of note: extreme level of intelligence, likely a genius of some sort, extreme magic and technological talent as well as for art. great durability, allowing for her to take overwhelming damage and survive without permanent damage, regeneration, small body makes for good spy work/assassin work, bratty/diva esq personality will require more frequent discipline. has shown great levels of laziness, and interest into modern technologies like virtual reality and video games, making 'spoiling and care' easier. as well as a general pervy side. and lasty has yet to experience pain or pleasure, in great amounts at least'

"Hopefully she shall suffice for you?~" the man ask with a cheeky grin. "Now then! later let's get you set up~ we will send our own personal builders to have whatever you wish set up in your very own home, so you are well prepared for your new little Slave." hearing all of the talking about slaves, masters, set up and all the other stuff that was said... i peek up at you, 'so.. is this my master?' i thought to myself. and gave a little bow... showing my respects to the man. and then to you, i was yours now, and anything could be done to me... be it torture, sex or rape, abuse or spoiling, all i had to do was obey and follow. and of course seek out for your better good... self-preservation for me and my master, obeying and loving my dear master were my primary goals... "greetings master. my names black.. nice to meet you.. do you have a preferred name to be called by?~"