Chapter 19: Crawl
It is a work of FICTION, made by and for adults 18+. The next chapter consists of depictions of voluntary slavery, animal roleplay (kitten), pet play (leashes, crawling, bowl ingesting), embarrassment, cfnf, meals play, reluctance, humiliation, vaginal play (fingering), edging, subspace, foot play (kissing, licking, worship, sucking), and delicate terminology (clit, slit). Reader discretion is suggested.
Quietly nodding, Elva adopted her Mistress’ pull. Shuddering as their tails separated, she slid to the sting of the mattress and stepped off.
“What are you doing?”
“I,” Elva quizzically met her glare. “You advised me to– come, Mistress.”
“Not like that, my kitten. Cats stroll on 4 legs, similar to foxes.” Saoirse leaned in with a teasing smile. “Have you ever seen a fox stroll on two legs, my kitten?”
Her cheeks flushed whereas Elva regarded on the flooring. ‘I suppose not.’ Noting the brief dangle of the lead, she huffed and knelt. ‘Oh, Brigit,’ her coronary heart thumped upon reaching the bottom, ‘her toes are RIGHT there!’
“Good woman,” Mistress praised. “Now, come alongside, kitten. I must dress.”
She perked up as Saoirse headed to the closet. ‘YOU get to dress?!’ A chuckle was the one reply; she hesitantly crawled with a tug. ‘Properly, I do not suppose foxes or cats put on garments… I assume I received used to carrying garments once more, but– that’s… regular, for us.’
Unsure of the place to look, Elva’s blush worsened as Mistress’ ankles got here shut along with her steps. After quietly analyzing her calves whereas ready for the door to open, she tried to look at the attire as they stepped in. Nonetheless, glimpsing Saoirse’s rear when she pulled one out, Elva glanced away in a fluster. ‘Oh, Brigit, that is a lot extra embarrassing than I assumed it will be.’
“Kitten?” Mistress pulled the slim purple gown over herself. “Are you doing okay?” Elva hummed in approval, although her fidgeting worsened as she was left the one one nude. “Good woman.” She peered down with a cheeky grin. “Now, why do not we go to the kitchen so I can get you a deal with.”
Elva perked up and her tail twitched. “Uh, a deal with?”
“In fact. Kittens deserve a deal with once they’ve been good.” Following with much less trepidation, they left the bed room and went by means of the hallway. Approaching the steps, although, Elva gulped earlier than taking clumsy steps.
‘Oh,’ she vainly tried to crawl comfortably. ‘That is so awkward.’
“You are doing so nicely, kitten,” Mistress inspired, slowly main her down. “That is it…” Elva sighed as they lastly reached the ground. “Good woman. This manner, we’re virtually there.” She continued with a shudder and–as Saoirse said–they promptly reached the kitchen. After taking a purple saucer from a cupboard, Mistress set it earlier than Elva, “There you go, kitten.”
She examined the unusual white liquid. “What is that this?”
“It is milk. Kittens are purported to love milk.”
‘Presupposed to…’
Upon attempting to select it up, Mistress fastidiously stepped on her hand. “No no no, kitten. Cats do not use their fingers to select issues up.”
Blushing as she pulled away, Elva puzzled, “Then… how do I drink it, Mistress?”
Wanting up along with her titter, Elva noticed Saoirse smirking. “Along with your tongue, my kitten.”
Vast-eyed, she glared on the bowl. ‘With my… How..? That is going to take…’ Elva peeked up as Mistress chuckled, solely to look at her lick her lips. With a whimper and a shiver, she leaned right down to pattern the cream. ‘It’s… tasty.’
“Good woman.”
Elva flushed earlier than attempting to lap up extra. ‘That is– tough, however… If I can…’ Hardly getting any into her mouth, she shoved her tongue in deeper. Nonetheless not ingesting a lot, Elva huffed and tried faster licks with extra success.
Failing to disregard Mistress’ guffawing, “Good woman,” Elva discovered a rhythm and continued as her chest grew scorching. Lastly touching the underside, she raised her chin however flinched as Saoirse pressed on her. “End it all, kitten. Each drop.” She shuddered as Mistress’ foot retreated earlier than fastidiously cleansing the saucer till no white remained. Lifting away so she might see, Elva quivered to Saoirse’s beaming cheeks. “Good woman, you completed all of your milk! Was {that a} tasty deal with?”
“I,” Elva gulped, nonetheless tasting it on her tongue. “I suppose so.”
“I am glad! Would you want one thing tastier subsequent?” Met with a quizzical leer, Mistress tapped her toe to the saucer and it stuffed to the brim with a pink liquid. “Do that, my kitten.”
With out query, Elva dipped down. ‘It is…’ She tasted it once more after recognizing the flavour of strawberries. ‘It is candy!’ Hurriedly persevering with, she eagerly lapped it up with a delighted moan.
Relishing the show, Mistress cackled and petted Elva’s head. “What a good woman! You are actually having fun with that, aren’t you. Oh my, and you make such a multitude too!”
Began, Elva jumped to look at the spotless flooring. “However– I am not…” Mistress tutted and pointed between her legs. She squeaked, ‘Oh, Brigit!’ upon noting the droplets beneath her crotch. Clenching her thighs solely left her conscious of how moist they have been, worsening her fluster.
“Oh my,” Saoirse teased, “I did not suppose you have been having fun with this that a lot. Do you want some assist, my kitten?” Unable to calm her wriggling, Elva hesitated earlier than nodding. “Use your phrases, kitten.”
Her squirming worsened whereas Elva whined. “P-please,” she pleadingly watched Saoirse’s smile widen, “might you… assist me, Mistress?”
“Of course, my kitten.” Saoirse squatted to rub Elva’s lips. With a shudder, she fell to the ground and moaned to the sensual strokes. “Do not forget your deal with, kitten.”
‘Wha–‘ Breathless, she stared on the bowl. ‘How am I– purported to…’ Struggling to prop herself up, Elva caught out her tongue and tried to lap the delicacy. She dropped once more when–after a couple of licks–her efforts have been rewarded by a caress on her clit.
“Breathe, kitten.”
‘I…’ Elva gaped. ‘I am… attempting…’ She steadied herself after Mistress moved from her nub, however Elva shuddered as fingers slipped into her. ‘Oh… I…’
“Preserve ingesting, kitten.”
The gradual prods compelled her to whimper, “I… do not know… how…”
“End your milk and I am going to provide you with a reward, my kitten.” With a whine, Elva dipped down. Her huffs added further ripples to the floor whereas her jerks splashed droplets over the rim. “Good woman,” Mistress praised earlier than flippantly urgent in.
Crying out, Elva shivered ‘P-please…’
“End and I’ll, kitten.” She stared on the dish earlier than persevering with, groaning between licks whereas sloppily ingesting. Her sight dimmed as Elva targeted and ignored the liquid dripping down her chin. Lastly reaching the underside, she cleaned the saucer earlier than plopping her head down. “Good woman!” Elva shimmied as Mistress prodded extra intentionally. “Are you prepared in your reward?” She whined and nodded however Saoirse demanded, “Use your phrases, kitten.”
Elva clenched and fussed earlier than begging, “Please! I… I would like… my reward, M-Mistress.”
A agency contact made her groan as Saoirse conceded, “Of course, my kitten.” Elva’s hips rocked because the pleasure rapidly got here on. “Are you going to cum already?” Unable to talk, her calls grew louder earlier than Mistress ordered, “Cum for me, kitten.” With a wail, Elva thrashed whereas her physique burned. Her bliss continued till she fell to the ground as she was left empty. “Good woman.” She might hardly hear the reward; her shivering worsened when Mistress caressed her and cleaned her chin. Gently pinching her to raise her head, Elva peered at Saoirse in a haze. “You appear to be having enjoyable, my kitten.” She let go to take a seat down. “Why do not you,” her leg reached out, “put that cute tongue of yours to make use of?”
Peering at Mistress’ foot, Elva’s blush worsened as she crawled close to. After a cautious peck, she leaned in and affectionately kissed round it. “Good woman.” She disregarded the muted encouragement, too engrossed within the delicate function to note. After giving the curves consideration, Elva discovered her clear toes and peeped on the delicate digits earlier than cautiously licking one. Her coronary heart throbbed; she caught her tongue out to caress them. Mistress giggled, “Oh my!” as Elva opened her mouth to take one in, moaning whereas pulling and twirling her tongue round. When she discovered a rhythm, although, Saoirse pinched her chin to push her away. “What a great woman,” she praised as their eyes met. With a heavy grin and a lightweight flush, she insisted, “I’ve one thing else I would such as you to do with that expert tongue of yours for.” Elva hardly observed {that a} lead was pulling her into Mistress’ crotch as her legs unfold and she or he pulled the side-slit of her gown open. Captivated by the paths working from her glistening slit, Elva hungerly approached earlier than she was halted. “Oh, maintain that thought, kitten.”
“Wh…” Slowly snapping from her daze, Elva regarded up as Saoirse closed her thighs. “What?”
“Properly, that is sudden. We have now a customer. Do you keep in mind Vixen, the woman I discussed yesterday?”
“Uh… sure?”
There was a metallic chime simply earlier than Saoirse introduced, “She’s right here.”
–Spoiler–
Elva found a brand new fetish; disgrace that it is only a passing curiosity for her Mistress. Whereas Elva will not be having fun with foot play too usually, she’ll be discovering a brand new kink with their customer. However first, how a lot do you suppose she’ll benefit from the scent of cooked meat? I am going to provide you with a touch: the final time she smelled it was when Móra was killed. Stay up for assembly Vixen in Chapter 20: Research.
–Finish Spoiler–