You guessed that was your new name, it suited you fine, all you were were a submissive slut for Mistress Vihllissa, just her toy to serve her needs. Just thinking of her name set you loins afire, you couldn’t take it anymore you needed to relieve the itching between your legs.
You try in vane to grab onto the zipper on your crotch but your rubbery cat paws don’t let you get a grip. The struggle only turns you on even more as you hear the squeaking of latex and the ringing of your neck bell.
Then out of nowhere your ears perk up as you hear a knock at the door, the surprise sends you onto your black tail less ass with a squeak. You weren’t expecting anyone and if someone saw you like this then you would have a lot to answer for. However some voice in the back of your mind told you it was Mistress Vihllissa. Once that thought crossed your mind their was a second much more impatient sounding knock. You scrambled up walking on all fours over to the door before finally standing upright again.
You reached for the nob and tried to open the door only to once again have trouble with your pawed hands. A third set of knocking now rung out this one sounding even more impatient than the first two sets. Thinking for a minute, you used your elbows to open the door and where met with perhaps the most beautiful woman you had ever seen.
The woman had long curly red hair and a set of pointed glasses on her nose, behind which was a smug look of disgust. She was a dominatrix with long black latex gloves up to her armpits. Around her voluminous torso was a latex corset. Garter belts connected to a set of thigh high, high heal boots covered in laced all along the length. Hanging from her hip was a whip and several dildos of varying length. She towered over you (though the collar had shrunk you a bit) stepping into your home as though it were her own.
Mistress Vihllissa reached out a hand to your neck briefly tugging on it to get a better look at your tag.
“Cum Kitty.” She read her voice making you shiver. “Is that your name?”
You tried to respond forgetting about the zipper that still sealed your lips.
She reached behind her back and pulled out a leash securing it to the same ring your bell dangled from. Instantly you brought your self down to all fours before your mistress, rubbing your squeaky black body against her boots purring as best you could, hoping she would kick your away, or step on you, or something.
Instead she pretended not to even notice you and turned around for the door, tugging on your collar to follow…