"...mistress." you say, trying to not make it sound grudgingly. She makes a sound that almost sounds like a growl and redoubles her efforts. A name unexpectedly pops into your head, a name that seems so familiar despite never having heard it before. Her name. It's your mistress's name, and speaking it while being driven to the height of ecstasy promises to provide the single greatest orgasm you've ever had. It's so tempting that your lips begin forming the first syllable before you manage to bit your bottom lip to stop yourself.
"Anything else you'd like to say?" the catish woman asks with a slight edge to her voice. You continue biting your lip for as long as you can, suppressing your urge - no - need to say her name. Somehow you know to do so will lead to a full surrender to this beautiful...you clench your eyes trying to focus your mind on blocking out her name in your mind. As orgasm courses through your body you call out one word.
"Mistress!" you cry out. She wraps her hands around your waist and presses her cheek to yours.
"Hmmm..." she says "...you're impressive, pet."
"I live to please you, mistress." you say when you've collected yourself.
"I'm glad you realize that." she says. She slides out from beneath you and refastens her robe. "Now stand, please. I wish to get a good look at my new pet." she says. You oblige, letting her eyes wonder over you. You realize that she's tall, at least a head taller then you, with a slender, athletic body to boot. You're sure that if it came to a physical altercation, she'd win hands down. Not that you'd ever attack your mistress - grr - you stop yourself just before thinking how wonderful she is. She spends a particularly long time looking you in the eyes, as though she were trying to read something in your mind. Does she know that you're trying to hold on to your human mind, despite how comforting it would be to surrender completely to her? Surely she must. You have to consciously stop this train of thought in order to keep from disclosing everything to her immediately. A chiming of bells causes both of you to turn you heads towards the door.
"That will be all for now, my pet." she says "Be a good girl and bring our visitor to my study. You'll find you know the way." she says as she turns to leave, a slight smirk on her face. She's right. Somehow you're familiar with the entire layout of the house, the various duties you're obliged to perform in each room and the realization that you're her only servant. Managing to escape from this woman will be a challenge in the best of circumstances, but even more so with such a long list of chores to do alone. Whoever this is at the door could certainly be of assistance if they were to be turned into cat girl slaves too, plus her focus on them may provide you more opportunity to slip under your mistress's notice. On the other hand, but would it really be right? You find yourself honestly asking if you particularly care as you walk towards the door.