You turn around faster then you would have given yourself credit for, ready to unleash an angry tirade at whoever this is. This feeling quickly vanishes, however, once you make contact with those piercing emerald green eyes of hers. Her slitted pupils widen slightly as her eyes narrow and a sly smile comes across her face. She leans back on the bed twirling a single lock her straight black hair around her finger, one leg bent at the knee while the other sprawls across the bed. She wears a deep purple silk robe, untied to expose her left nipple and her sex, which the finger on her other hand idly strokes. The shout you'd intended to unleash on her turns into a soft whimper. She lets out a chuckle as she looks at your face.
"Is something wrong, my pet?" she asks innocently, one of he catlike ears flutters slightly as her tail begins to softly twitch at the end. You find it difficult to think as conflicting emotions cause you to fret slightly. You want so much for the attention to continue, to feel the release she'd been working you up to only moments ago. As much as you don't want to admit to yourself that it's the case, your heated body leave no other interpretation. Your tail whips wildly back and forth behind you and your ears rotate back as your mind tries to reconcile the urge to please your mistress with your fading desire to escape.
"Awww, no need to be frightened, little one." she says in a soothing voice "Come, please your mistress." she says and places her hands behind your neck to pull your face closer to her exposed cunny. Your in no state of mind to resist and you find your tongue quickly delving in and around her. She lets out a please moan.
"That's right, just follow your instincts." she tells you. You do so and discover how right she is. Soon your ambivalence is gone as your tongue pleasures your mistress. Moments ago, thinking of her as your mistress would have frightened you, but the closer you drive her to orgasm, the more right it seems. So right, in fact, that just thinking the word now excites you, and your hand strays down between your own legs to fondle yourself. Your mistress puts a stop to it by tapping you on the shoulder and shaking her head. You whimper again but find yourself complying and return your hands to her body.
Finally she cries out, holding onto your head and neck as she does so. After her panting subsides she smiles at you and gestures for you to come closer. You are right next to her cuddling before you realize that you'd had a chance to escape. She pulls you close and trails her hand down your belly to push her finger deep into you, fondling with the other fingers on that hand, slowly and teasingly.
"Now...are you my pet?" she asks
"Yes." you say immediately, you're dimly aware of quickly you answered that question. You blink slightly at the realization. The way you keep thinking of her as your mistress, even now that she's gotten what she wanted should disturb you more then it does. The instincts that allowed you to know just how to please her haven't faded. They're still guiding your mind and your actions.
"...yes what?" she asks, her pace quickens slightly to distract you from those thoughts.