Freeing The Sex Kitten (Vahn Seele x Soft Stroke)

[Vahn Seele]

The sun was beginning to set between the skyscrapers of the city, casting a faint orange glow along Gwen's face. Walking at a slow pace down the active street, Gwen let her mind wander through the tasks that she needed to get done that evening. Nudging some of her hair behind her ear, keeping the loose strands of black hair out of her face, she pulled out her phone from her jacket to see if she had any missed messages. Working as a tech consultant for local firms left her with calls and requests at odd hours of the day and night. As she was walking, she saw a man being "serviced" by a neko, Well, it was less being serviced and more being taken orally, as he didn't appear to be giving her much of a choice. To her credit, she was taking it like a pro, but there was no mistaking that she needed to breathe from the tint in her face.

Giving herself a wide berth of the open display, Gwen stepped around them as she moved around a corner, thankful to put that behind her. Gwen was far from a prude. Living in the city, you had to be tolerant to the sexual habits of those that owned and "operated" their nekos. "Sex Kittens" were an extremely valuable commodity, some going for several hundreds of thousands. Gwen had done her best to keep her money in her bank account, as having a sex kitten in her home didn't exactly appeal to her.

Her black dress trailed down over her form, shifting down her curves until it reached just above her knees. It was a somewhat conservative dress, her job asking for professionalism in all aspects. While most of her job could be done from home, it was easier to work out of the office as her apartment was located in a neighborhood that she wasn't proud to have the background noise end up on conference calls. It was getting better, as some tenants were being kicked out and the noise complaints were being responded to fairly quickly, but there was always that off-chance that someone might shout some obscenity that would be extremely hard to explain.

Making another motion to adjust her hair, the loose ponytail barely containing the long, black mane that went down to her lower back, Gwen stopped short a few blocks of her apartment. She could see, down the alleyway, something that didn't look quite right. Raising a brow, Gwen made sure to pull out her phone, dialing the emergency line and keeping her thumb pressed just over the call button. In her other hand, she drew a can of mace from her purse. "I can have the cops here in less than a minute." Gwen called out, seeing the form of a shadowed figure running off. The movement had made her thumb nearly twitch and press the call button.

What had they been doing down here? There was no need to hide it if they were using a sex kitten. Truth be told, with the convention of sex kittens, rape had been on the decline. There was always the worse matter of murder, but she didn't smell smoke, didn't hear any kind of struggle. If they had been dumping a body, it was something that Gwen wouldn't be able to ignore. Stepping around a pile of garbage, the sun mostly hidden from within the alley, Gwen tried to get a closer look to see what she had stumbled upon in her walk home.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen wasn't sure to make of what she was seeing. She'd never seen anyone, not even a sex kitten, be brutalized and left in an alleyway. Sex kittens were meant to have owners, to have a home. She contemplated calling the police, but she knew what was going to happen. They'd pick her up, take her back to wherever she was from (likely a bad home), and then she'd be properly taken care of next time. Seeing the way that the poor thing tried to pull away from her, Gwen felt her heart give that much more of a lurch in her chest. This wasn't the humane thing to do, even for a trained sex kitten with no rights.

Walking forward, Gwen leaned down and spoke softly as she placed her hand gently on the kitten's shoulder. "It's okay, you don't have to be afraid of me." She said, trying her best to put on a soft, soothing voice as she drew her hand up. Carefully, she pulled the blindfold off of the kitten and undid the ball gag that was stuffed into her mouth. "There, now you can see and talk." Gwen said, smiling as she tried to figure out what she could do for the poor thing. She wanted to be indifferent, to get back to her apartment and relax for the evening. Stuffing her phone and mace back into her purse, Gwen shifted back a little. She'd have to undo the ropes that were binding the neko, to give her a little room to stretch her sore limbs. Looking her over, there was no sign of a collar or any kind of tagging to say who her owner was.

Thinking on it a moment, Gwen knew precisely what she was seeing. Someone had meant to dispose of a sex kitten they no longer needed. They had either gotten a new one and didn't want the old one, or they had found some pleasure in taking her in, breaking her in, then doing away with her. It was something she had seen reports of, and it had always seemed less than real when she'd see the reports. It was just a sex kitten, of course, but they didn't need to be disposed of this way. There were second-hand pounds, auctions to sell them. If she were to be cleaned up properly, this one would have probably been able to turn quite a deal. Now that she was without papers, though, Gwen couldn't do that. She'd have to do the work to get her new papers drawn up, get her tested... This was all quite the hassle.

She tried not to make it seem as if the kitten were to blame for this, as she wasn't tying herself up and beating herself to get attention, but Gwen couldn't just leave her in the alleway. After a moment of indecision, Gwen undid the ropes that were binding her limbs, holding out her hand to the kitten. "Come with me." She said, curious to see if, once she was free, the kitten would follow her home. Once she was given a proper bath, maybe something to eat and her wounds tended to, she would make for quite the sex kitten.

As Gwen waited to see what kind of response she would get from the neko, she gave a tentative glance to the area around her. There was always the slight chance that someone was still around, lurking to see what fate befell the kitten that Gwen was soon to, likely, take back to her apartment.

 

[Vahn Seele]

It took some effort on the part of the kitten, but she did manage to stand and get a few steps. Gwen, knowing the way back to the apartment, would have to lead. Straightening up and turning, Gwen took a few steps before she saw the kitten take a hard fall. Stopping where she stood, Gwen watched what this poor kitten was doing. She wasn't begging for Gwen to help her. She wasn't asking Gwen to carry her. She was apologizing for not being able to keep up. Was this the level of conditioning that a kitten went through? Their self-preservation was put on hold for the wants and needs of people? While Gwen wasn't sure if kittens had feelings, she could see that she was crying. The tear stained face looked to Gwen like one of both frustration and lack of understanding.

Looking to see which of her legs were giving her the trouble, Gwen held up her hand, speaking with a soft authority. "Stay still." She said. She'd known well enough to come along, maybe she'd know the other command, too. She spoke the language, likely had a comprehension for speech, but there was a disconnect somewhere. They'd trained the self out of her. Whether she chose to stay or not, Gwen noted that it was her left leg that was causing the problem. Her right appeared to be in an okay enough shape, minus the fact that it was hard to tell if she was covered in bruises or dirt from the pile of trash she had been laid in.

"Take my hand, walk without putting too much weight on your left leg. If you have to, lean against me to keep yourself walking." Gwen said. With that, Gwen tried to lead the way, taking the kitten's hand in her own as she tried to walk her back to her apartment. If she came across any difficulty, Gwen would do her best to slow down to give the neko a chance to either catch her breath, or regain herself.

As the two of them walked, Gwen didn't say or do anything other than walk with her at her side. Taking in the kitten, whether it be temporary or permanent, was going to be interesting. She'd have to do some reading on proper care for a kitten. She'd seen some articles advertised on people who assisted with both training and teaching owners how to properly care for a kitten, in the humane way. Their methods, from what she had read from some of the short excerpts, focused on keeping them conditioned. They were meant to be treated as pets, as tools. To treat them as anything more than that was beyond what they were ever meant to be. Gwen wasn't sure if she believed all of that, but the determination in this kitten to walk, even on a messed up leg, proved how well she was trained.

The apartment would be a few blocks away, which left Gwen walking next to the battered kitten for quite a few people to see. She tried not to draw her eyes to meet theirs, because most of them would likely be looking at her like she was hauling out a piece of trash. It was either that, or they assumed she had been the one to do this level of damage to the neko. Either way, she didn't want to give anyone the satisfaction of drawing her eye line.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen was thankful that they were nearly to her apartment. The large, brick buildings were somewhat similar in appearance, given that the architect who built in this area didn't have the creative gumption to do something other than brick and red. It had often caused confusion with some, especially the drunk, knocking on the wrong doors and harassing people to be let back in a home that was not theirs. The thoughts toward the bland sameness of the neighborhood were broken as she looked toward the kitten. Voicing her concern, Gwen didn't know whether to explain that it didn't matter, to comfort her, or to simply leave it alone. She was speaking without being spoken to, something she knew a lot of kittens were chastised for. Given that she was without an owner, though, it could have just been her trying to put the situation in terms she could understand.

"For now, yes, I will be your owner. You can ignore the way others look at you and me. Their opinions aren't worth thinking about." Gwen suggested to her. When they came up to the door, Gwen slid her key into the door and nudged it open. She didn't let her hand leave the kitten's, even as they were entering the apartment. As she was right handed herself, this left her fumbling a little with the keys. Once they were inside, Gwen's apartment would be on full display for the kitten to see. The main entry led into a small living room, a decent-sized couch facing a large TV in the main area. Off to the side was a small kitchen/dining area combination, the kitchen having tile and the living room have carpet. A small hallway in the back of the living room would lead toward the bedroom, the door of which was currently closed. The room was a mixture of neutral and cool colors, with the kitchen taking more of the grays and whites and the living room having more of the gray and blue.

Guiding her to the couch, Gwen gestured to the couch. "Sit. I need to look at your leg." Gwen said, fully expecting that the girl would do just what she said without question. Moving over to a nearby lamp, she clicked it on, getting more light to be able to examine the damage that had been done to the neko. "Do you have a name?" Gwen asked, curious to see just how attached her last owner had been to her. It likely hadn't been much, given that the neko had been discarded with the trash, but it was possible that she could have been given one. Sex kittens had created a weird change in the world. With a sub-race of subservient human-feline hybrids, desires were much easier to be acted on. Gone were the days of safe words and the trouble of trying to find compatible partners. Just get an obedient kitten who will do whatever you say.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen wasn't a medical professional, so she wasn't exactly the best to be able to say that her leg was okay or not. Perhaps she could arrange some kind of a checkup. She had heard that there were clinics for those that wanted to take proper care of their kittens, similar to vets. Normal veterinarians had refused to take on the responsibility of caring for nekos, as they wanted no part of the sex kitten craze that had sprouted up. This created a space for clinics and training, specific to taking care of the physical, mental and sexual aspects of a sex kitten. It wouldn't be cheap, but, if her leg didn't show improvement in a day or two, they would have to go see someone.

Gwen drew her eyes up to look at the neko. Nameless, kicked out and beaten by her last owner. The way she was talking, it was almost like she was heartbroken; a lover separated without just cause. "For now, keep the name Kitten. I'm not branding that into you, so you can let go of that notion." Gwen said, standing up and looking over the remainder of Kitten's body. "I'm going to run a shower. You're too filthy for a bath, and I need to make sure that there are no cuts or scrapes hidden under the filth." Gwen said.

Looking around, Gwen held up a hand to Kitten. "Stay seated. I'm going to get you a crutch to walk with. We need to keep you off of that leg." Gwen said, going to a closet in the hallway. She'd broken a leg at one point in her life, and she could've swore she kept the crutch from that when she had moved in. After a bit of searching, she found what she was looking for. Returning back to Kitten, she started to offer the crutch before realizing she might not know how to use it. "Before you can 'serve' me, we need to take care of you. That includes getting you clean, bandaged up, a meal and some rest. After that, we can figure out what new role you will play for me. Do you know how to walk with a crutch?" Gwen asked, waiting expectantly for Kitten to chime in with either an answer, or something akin to the confusion she'd been feeling for what felt to be the entire interaction with Gwen.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen looked at Kitten with a look of concern, as well as disdain. She could likely have a broken leg, and she was, again, standing on it and offering herself to Gwen. She'd lost everything that told her what pain was, maybe even forced to endure it while taking care of tasks for her owner. "I said to sit, Kitten." She said, taking a stern voice. "I appreciate that you want to serve me, to take care of me, but you can't do that if you are hurt." She said. To reiterate her point, she took the tip of the crutch and gave a light tap to the side of Kitten's left leg, trying not to hurt her, but signal what she was talking about.

"Your leg is hurt. That feeling? When my crutch touched your leg? That is pain. That tells you that something is wrong, and if it isn't taken care of, something bad can happen, such as losing your leg. How would you expect to serve me if your leg is gone?" Gwen asked, softening her tone. "We will shower together in a moment. During that shower, I will be cleaning you and we will take care of your wounds. After I'm sure you are properly bandaged up and on the mend, we'll get you some food and then rest." Gwen said. "Now, to use this crutch, you put it under the arm of the leg that is hurting."

Gwen began to give both a verbal explanation and demonstration of what she was trying to teach her about the crutch. Gwen wasn't certain if Kitten was a fast learner, or if she'd muddle through it, but she held out the crutch in offer to her. "Show me you know how to use this. You'll be using it to walk around for at least the evening until we can make sure your leg is getting better." If she was being realistic, Gwen expected that she'd need to be using the crutch for the better part of a few days. The crutch had a soft bit of padding at the top, worn from degradation in isolation, but it was still padded to be comfortable.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen hated the look that settled on her face. Kitten looked as if she had physically beaten her, a form of punishment that Gwen wasn't wanting to resort to. If giving her a form scolding made her shrink away that badly, she would have to temper her reactions when she spoke to Kitten. "You don't need to apologize to me. Just listen to what I say." She said. While she didn't want to be an authority over Kitten, as she wasn't looking for a slave of her own, Gwen could see that Kitten was responding better with the authority that Gwen was trying to exert over her.

Seeing that she was able to move around at an okay pace, Gwen reached out and have her an affectionate pet on the back of her ears. "Use that crutch for now. I want you to be in good health, Kitten. Any owner should take care of her kittens, not use them and toss them aside when they feel they've served their purpose." Gwen said, smiling. "The bathroom is down that hall. Go in and run a warm shower, setting the crutch aside so it doesn't get wet. There is a metal bar in the wall you can hold onto. Keep your weight off that leg as much as you can." Gwen ordered.

Once she saw that Kitten was doing as she ordered, she went and gathered some medical supplies and towels. With everything in hand, Gwen set her supplies down on the sink. The bathroom was fairly nice, with a solid white marble sink and a two-in-one bath/shower combination. Once she was able to get her kitten clean, she would make sure she had her own chance to get herself clean.

With all her things gathered, Gwen began to undress, revealing the light skin of a person who worked an inside job for long hours. Her breasts were able to fill a handful each, her nipples small and pink at the tips. She took good care to keep herself shaved from her legs to her bikini line. She wasn't thin, having some healthy weight to her, but Gwen never cared to focus on her body. Her mind was her tool, and she was always mindful to eat healthy when she could.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen smiled as she was paid the compliment from Kitten, stepping into the shower behind her as she watched the water spray down the body of her new pet. "Thank you. I imagine you can be just as beautiful, when in the proper care of someone who wants to take care of you, just as much as you want to take care of them." Gwen said. Gathering a bit of soap into her hands, she looked around, realizing she didn't have anything like a cloth to aid her efforts in trying to remove the grime that was adhered to Kitten's body.

With no other option present, Gwen began to run her fingers over Kitten's body. With each swipe of her soapy fingers, more of the filth would begin to fall of of her body, Gwen smiling as she felt the soft skin on Kitten's body. "See? All it takes is a single shower and you can wash away bad things." Gwen said, trying to speak soft and reassuring to Kitten. "No matter what you've gone through, a shower can be a reset." Gwen said. Her hands made ministrations to wash away things from less erogenous areas, but she soon found that she had to run her hands over Kitten's breasts and between her legs to give her the proper care she would need.

She tried not to make the act of cleaning Kitten sexual, but it was inevitable that Gwen would grow a little aroused at touching and cleaning Kitten's body. Her face would gain some embarrassment as she looked over Kitten's body. She really was a beautiful girl. It was hard to believe that someone would cast her aside, especially because of how subservient she was. "Tell me something, Kitten, you've not even asked me my name. Do you trust me as your She asked, lathering up her hands with some shampoo to begin to take care of her hair and tail, making sure to not go against the grain with her hair and tail.

The more she cleaned, the murkier the water became. Just like any amount of cleaning, though, it would begin to clear again as there was less to clean off of Kitten's body.

 

[Vahn Seele]

As Gwen took care to clean the remaining parts of her body, Gwen had a curious thought that popped into her head. As a programming consultant, she was born with a curious nature. Reaching down between Kitten's legs, Gwen let out a light gasp at how hot her lips were, how aroused she could feel she was just from the slight touch.

Drawing her fingers away from her slit, Gwen kept her thoughts to herself. She still had to take care of mending her other parts before inquiring further about Kitten's condition. "Well, as long as I'm allowed to name you, I'm going to let you have my own name in return." Gwen said, smiling as she moved to stand in front of Kitten. This blocked the stream of water, shielding her from the water for a moment. "Call me Mistress Gwen." She said, smiling as she reached her hand up and cupped her cheek. Leaning forward, she pressed a light kiss to the top of her head.

Remembering how Kitten had seemed to light up at the idea of taking care of Gwen, she gave a moment of thought before nodding. "I washed you, now it's your turn. Use the soap and, if you do a good job, maybe we can play a little bit later." It didn't feel like she was taking advantage of her now that Kitten was properly clean. If she was going to be taking care of her, why not get something in return?

"Just make sure you lean your left shoulder against the bar if you use both hands. I want as little weight on your left leg as possible." Gwen specified, realizing she'd have too give direct orders and not allowing Kitten to read her own instructions quite yet.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen did her best to accommodate Kitten's efforts in helping to clean her. She took notice of the way that Kitten seemed to perk up when she was given an order, something that she could do that had a measurable grade of performance. She'd have to do that regularly to help lift Kitten's mood. Anytime she was rubbing or scrubbing at something that was sensitive, Gwen tried not to focus on it as a sexual touch. It didn't work too well, as she would let out a slight moan before biting her lip to cut it off, keeping her pleasure contained for the moment.

Her train of thought was restored when she looked and found that all of the dirt, what little there was on her body, was no longer present. She did a little twist to let the water rinse off any of the water to evaluate the work properly. Seeing that she had done the task with efficiency and grace, Gwen smiled and looked toward Kitten. "Thank you. I'm clean and so are you, now." Gwen said, leaning forward and pressing a light kiss to the top of her head. "Thank you, Kitten." She said. With her thanks given, she turned around and turned off the water, reaching out to gather up two towels. Setting one on Kitten's shoulder, Gwen decided on her next order. "Dry yourself off as best you can, without putting any pressure on your left leg. Once we are dry, I'll bandage your leg, make sure it is going to heal, and..." She stopped, wondering how to do this. "then, we'll go make something to eat together."

Gwen used her towel to dry herself off, leaning forward a little and giving her hair a thorough rub with her towel to get rid of as much moisture as she could. Once she was no longer dripping, not in the sexual sense at lease, Gwen stepped out and held out her hand to Kitten. "Once you're dry, sit down on the counter, keeping your leg off of the ground, so I can look it over." Gwen said, offering her hand in case she needed it for support.

Perhaps Gwen had the makings of a good mistress. Perhaps she just had a kitten that was training her in the process.

 

[Vahn Seele]

The demeanor of the conversation had truly picked up. Once she had learned how to interact with Kitten, things just started to move more smoothly. Given such power over Kitten, was it right for her to take advantage in such a way? She couldn't help but sneak a peek between Kitten's legs, seeing what her body was offering. If she had thought just the touch of her slit was arousing, the sight? She was pristine compared to what most other women looked like. There wasn't a facet about her that was left to be undesirable. It took some real willpower not to lean forward and drag her tongue along Kitten's slit, taking a taste of her for herself.

Remembering that she was meant to apply proper medical aid to Kitten's leg, Gwen set to work looking it over. Kind of like she had thought, there was some damage to it. Wrapping the wound with some gauze, she placed a safety pin in it and carefully gave a little bit of pressure to various spots on her leg. "Tell me if this hurts?" She asked, moving her leg only slightly in some ways, pressing her fingers in what she assumed were tender spots. The filth had made her leg look far worse, but she wasn't convinced yet that it was all clear. Gwen would, as she promised, keep her eye on the leg after a night's rest.

Standing up, Gwen smiled at Kitten, reaching out and giving her a light rub behind the ears. They were so cute, the way they twitched this way and that. Gwen wasn't happy with her circumstances, as Kitten was broken. She'd been carefully chipped away at until the only thing left in her mind was a compliant sex kitten. Hopefully, Gwen might be able to help bring something back that she had lost, helping to restore some of who she used to be.

"Just watch me and you'll learn the basics. We aren't doing anything complicated with cooking quite yet." She said, stepping away from the counter. "Come with me to the kitchen." Gwen said, keeping a careful eye to make sure that Kitten was using her crutch before leading the way and setting to the task. Gwen didn't want to do anything too out of reach for her, especially given that she was injured both mentally and physically after her abandonment. Sandwiches would be the first thing she learned, a meal that was easy to prepare and Gwen had plenty of supply of ingredients for. Sure, it wasn't cooking, but it was a way to provide a meal without using any hot implements. Low risk, and it gave her a chance to offer reward and praise for completion, much the same as giving her the task of washing her mistress's body.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen helped Kitten in making her sandwich, making one for herself along the way. She also poured a glass of milk for each of them, carrying them to a nearby table and setting them down for the two to eat. "Take a seat, Kitten, and eat. I'll sit with you in just a moment." She said, stepping away to grab her phone to make sure she didn't have any messages. Thankfully, there hadn't been anything happen while she was in the shower. Looking down and over herself, she realized she was still naked after the shower. Being dressed didn't seem to matter that much, as Kitten was naked, too. Making sure that she didn't leave any blinds open, Gwen came back to join Kitten for the small meal that they'd made together.

Taking her seat next to Kitten, Gwen reached out a hand and stroked her fingers along the back of her ears once more. "You're not a dumb kitten. You learn fast." She said, smiling as she drew her hand back and took a bite of the sandwich. As she ate, Gwen thought on what her next steps were. She could keep Kitten, that was an option, but she'd need to do some reading. There had to be some books or instructions that would help her to better understand. Gwen had been learning things fairly quickly, the same that could be said for Kitten in the tasks Gwen had given her. The truth of it, though, was that Kitten was abandoned and needed a home. Gwen didn't trust giving her to anyone else, not yet. She'd been discarded once, and there was likely a chance it would happen to her again.

Once her plate was empty, Gwen looked over to Kitten. "Do you feel better, now that you've had a shower and something to eat?" Gwen asked, checking to see if Kitten had any input to give. It was easy to see that her mental state was improving, as she was smiling and more responsive. Gwen only hoped that Kitten would, truly, be able to let go of what had happened today. So long as Gwen was her mistress and owner, she'd do her best to keep her happy.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen looked to see that Kitten had finished her plate, giving her a smile to show that she was happy. "I'm glad you are starting to feel better." Gwen said, looking to the leftover plates and empty glasses on the table. She was paid a compliment for her appearance, as well as her kindness so far, which made Gwen feel a bit of warmth in her heart. She'd been taking care of Kitten's basic needs so far, nothing that was terribly difficult. This left Gwen feeling confident that she would be able to keep up a good home for her. What could be difficult about providing food, shelter and affection to Kitten?

"Well, before we get into any of that..." Gwen said, her face showing a faint hint of embarrassment. Even if Kitten was so ready to take care of her needs, Gwen felt almost as if she shouldn't ask. It had been a while since she had been given proper attention and the touch of Kitten's fingers on her body had sparked her needs more than she had anticipated. Perhaps she was overthinking things, though. "Come with me to the bedroom." Gwen couldn't hide the fact that her face was slightly red. With a quick trip to drop the dishes off at the sink, Gwen led Kitten into her bedroom, going past the living room and through the hallway toward the closed door.

Opening it, Gwen's bedroom would be on display for Kitten to take in. There was a slight mess of clothes laying in the floor, but it wasn't the thing on her mind at that moment. Taking a seat at the edge of the bed, Gwen looked back toward Kitten. The room had a few things that would stand out, such as the computer desk, a large dresser, and a closet in the back. THe bed was fairly large, with thick, soft comforter on it. "Come sit with me. This will be where you'll sleep." Gwen said, offering Kitten the large bed to share with her.

 

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Gwen was pulled from her thoughts as she heard the question. The floor? Why... Why would she be asked to sleep on the floor? Maybe it was a dominance thing. From what she had been able to understand so far, just in her experience working passively with Kitten, she was noticing a trend of dehumanization. Sure, she was a neko, bred and trained to service one facet of a person's life. To think that would extend as far as to control their sleeping habits to the point of where they slept? If you're going to have a beautiful creature like Kitten with you, why wouldn't you want her near you as much as possible?

"Yes, Kitten. I want you sleeping in the bed with me." Gwen said, reiterating what she wanted from her. "And, because you've been good, and careful on your leg, I think that we should both be given a reward." Gwen said, smiling. Here was going to be the hard part for Gwen. Asking what she wanted from Kitten was going to feel awkward, almost dirty to do so. "I want you to take care of making me cum." She said, not certain if she had to give specifics on what she wanted. "Do I have to be specific for that? I've never owned a kitten before." Gwen asked, feeling like she had gotten in deeper than she was probably ready at that moment.

What did she want Kitten to do for her? Would her tongue be enough? Probably, given that Gwen was still aroused from the earlier touches in the shower. Not just that, but she'd felt just how warm Kitten's body had been when she had touched her slit. However, Kitten didn't seem to let her own arousal rule over her the way it might a normal person. She'd been good, though, and Gwen was curious to see what sex with her would be like.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen was caught off guard by how quickly things were escalating between them. Sure, she was a sex kitten and this was her general domain. She was trained for this, but she even had a verbal statement of her responsibilities and capabilities. Once the preamble of her status in life was laid out there, Gwen was frozen in place as Kitten moved over top of her, taking a seat in her lip and distracting her with a kiss. It was a small, tender kiss that developed int something far more in-depth and intense. Gwen didn't have to take any leads, as Kitten was the more experienced between the two.

Her sexual history was a lot less flavorful compared to Kitten's. She'd had a few boyfriends, but most of them had not been able to meet her criteria as adequate partners. Whether it be for personal, sexual or professional reasons, none of the men that had shared time in her life had stuck for long. Women had given their own challenges, but had been more appealing as she grew a bit older. Feeling the foreign touch of the neko's tongue on her own sent sparks of arousal to her core, making her shiver and shudder. Gwen returned the embrace of arms around each other, fingers running down Kitten's back as she wondered just what she would do with her. Sure, she had toys, but it was still an area that produced a fair amount of embarrassment for her.

When the question was posed as to what kind of woman she was, Gwen was stuck without an answer. No one had really been able to push her for answers like that. Gwen had to take a moment to think, breath coming in and out with a bit of difficulty at first. "I like being touched, being licked." She said, blushing embarrassment taking hold of her face as she looked at Kitten. It was a struggle to admit these things, as it was the weak area of her life. "I also like it to be mutual. I like to give as much as I take." Gwen said, seeming very firm on that point. Even if Kitten was trained for this, and she saw it as her responsibility, Gwen was going to make sure she had just as much fun in bed as she was having.

The more she thought on it, the more she wished she had been more dominant in her past relationships. She'd always been passive, willing to do as others might want her to, rather than what she truly wanted. With Kitten, she'd get that chance to figure out who she was in the bedroom, without fear of reprisals.

 

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Gwen was thankful to see that Kitten was able to take some control. For now, she'd be full of jitters and uncertain, given that most of her encounters in the past had always been with someone who knew what they wanted. She could get input from them, learn what they liked, but the conversation had rarely gone back the opposite way. She'd had her share of orgasms, but she would have to say that a good number of them were not at someone else's hand.

When she was pressed back against the bed, Gwen didn't struggle against her. Whether it was by shock, or just surprise at the forwardness that Kitten was showing, Gwen saw Kitten taking a dominant role and was willing to comply with it. Maybe dominant wasn't the right word, but perhaps assertive? Sexually assertive. That was a quality that she could benefit from learning in future relationships. As the kiss deepened, Gwen didn't struggle against Kitten. The feeling of the soft tail, the way it drew along her body in a probing fashion left her shivering and shuddering when she found spots that were particularly sensitive. Her breasts and slit were rather obvious weak spots, but feeling the soft touch along her sides and stomach made her jump, gasping out and trying not to fall apart on the spot.

In less than a few minutes time, Gwen felt that Kitten had learned more about her than any of her past partners. She was efficient, and Kitten might very well know her body better than Gwen did. At the question, Gwen gave a faint nod, trying to catch her breath. "Y-Yes..." She panted out, unable to find any words other than affirmation and declination.

The longer that Kitten remained on top of her, the more Gwen wondered if she should tell her about the toys under her bed. She didn't have a vast collection, but her past partners had nudged her toward the usual stuff: strapons, vibrators and double-ended dildos. There were also some restraints hidden underneath the mattress, something that Gwen had completely forgotten about until her thoughts had tried to dig into the hidden away sex toys.

 

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The words that came from Kitten's lips seemed just as effective as her touch. She wanted to feel good, to have her body twisted into a tight knot of pleasure that would send her over the edge and to the brink of unconsciousness. She'd only ever had that feeling a few times in her life, and she never could figure out how she had managed to drive herself to that point. Kitten, to her credit, was pushing her further and making what she thought an orgasm to be simply pale in comparison to what she was providing her. No wonder people spent money on sex kittens. It was almost like therapy.

Each word she spoke, as little as she did, made Gwen melt that much more beneath her. When the touch became more direct, when her hands became part of the process, Gwen was wiggling and writhing beneath her. She could feel the building tension of an orgasm that might knock her out. As she felt her hand at her chest, and at her core, Gwen dug her fingers into the bed. Nothing had even gone inside of her at this point, and she was already soaked and needy beneath Kitten. Even so, Gwen never spoke. Moans, crying out pleasure? She wasn't shy about that. She couldn't, however, vocalize words in that moment.

Gwen's mind raced with different thoughts. Was she submitting to Kitten because it was what she wanted? Was it just easier to do it that way? Something in her resonated the thought that she should e pushing back. She shouldn't just lay there and let Kitten take care of her. It wasn't Kitten who was supposed to be the Mistress in this situation, right? No, Gwen was supposed to be in control.

With that thought trying to solidify itself in her mind, Gwen didn't act on it. If that was how she truly felt, she would get her chance to exercise a more dominant side. Kitten wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Gwen was her owner now. She could enjoy being a submissive toy for a little bit, just to see what it was like under the expert care of someone who was trained to spot what someone might want or like.

 

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If Gwen thought that their interaction had been intense so far, she was wrong. With a strength and agility that Gwen wouldn't have expected from her, Kitten had puleld her into the perfect position to pin her down and finish off the knot of pleasure that had been building inside of her. The moment she felt the warmth of her tongue sinking into her slit, Gwen's back arched against the bed and her eyes closed tightly.

Don't scream... Please, don't fucking scream... It was pointless to try and talk herself out of it. Her body was running on its own as every muscle in her body began to tense in orgasmic bliss, her slit gushing with arousal around Kitten's tongue. It didn't want to end, though, as her muscles were contracting and relaxing in rapid fire all over her body. She was panting and moaning out loudly, one of her hands moving off of the bed and pressing against the back of Kitten's head. Her thighs closed around the sides of her head, trying to keep her in place as her walls tightened and overflowed with more of her sweet, orgasmic bliss.

What felt like an eternity couldn't have been more than a minute, Gwen's body going lax as she loosened her grip and fell flat against the bed. She was certain that someone had heard her. She knew that she had lost her composure and let her neighbors know that she was enjoying the best orgasm she'd had in her life, thus far. Gwen didn't care. She was panting, sweating, twitching a little as she rode out the aftershocks of bliss. She was almost at the point of passing out, her eyes trying to close as she lay on the bed in a state of complete ease.

While she had saved Kitten from what would have likely been her death, Kitten might have just unlocked a side of her that Gwen had been struggling with for a long time.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen couldn't sense much at the moment as the slowness of reality coming to stand before her was not quick. Things were still out of focus, her muscles ached and begged for her to not move. When she felt the weight of Kitten on her, she wrapped her arms lazily around her, stroking her fingers up and down her back, slowly moving up to stroke behind her ears. "Good girl." She said, shivering as she enjoyed the warmth of having her Kitten laying on top of her.

There weren't anymore words that could be said. Gwen laid like that for at least a few minutes as her muscles began to gain control. Flexing her fingers and toes, she began to slowly stir, looking down at Kitten. Should she try and return the favor to her? It only felt right that she do that for her. Kitten had made her entire world explode in color that she didn't know it had, at least in the sexual sense. Leaning down, she pressed her lips to the top of Kitten's head, nuzzling her nose against her hair as she closed her eyes.

"You broke me for a few moments there, Kitten." She said, teasing as she smiled and laid back against the bed. "I know that you don't expect me to return the favor, but would you still let me?" Gwen asked, wanting to hear and feel Kitten get the same level of ecstasy that she had received. To say that she could perform in the same manner as Kitten would be a total lie. She was nowhere near as good in bed as she was. She'd been trained to be good at it. Gwen, on the other hand, was timid and careful. Concise to focus in on what her partner wanted. In this case, Kitten was both her partner and her pet, and while she was her owner and shouldn't be required to return the same favors, Gwen felt an ache that told her it was what she should be doing.

 

[Vahn Seele]

Gwen looked to Kitten as she spoke, showing that she was grateful for the chance to be able to take care of her mistress. Gwen smiled, knowing somewhere in the back of her mind that Kitten didn't need to be rewarded with reciprocity. She'd have been fine to never touch herself, never give herself any pleasure so long as Gwen was taken care of and satisfied. What a sad way to live, where your own pleasure was always put on the back burner, while you tended to others. In some ways, Gwen had been just like Kitten, to a much lesser degree. She hadn't been trained to do the same things, which would be fairly obvious, but Gwen was still too reserved to ever voice what she wanted.

As Gwen watched Kitten move to lay at her side, spreading her legs, Gwen moved to lay on her side, pushing herself up so that she could better appreciate what her Kitten looked like. Minus some of the scrapes and bruises, especially the bandage on her left leg, Kitten was truly a beautiful neko. She'd have to rethink her name one of these days, as Kitten just seemed too bland for something as perfect as her. She needed a better name, but Gwen wasn't sure what to give her. She didn't feel she had earned the right to give anything a name that was sentient.

Pushing that thought aside for now, Gwen let her hand move to rest at Kitten's stomach, drawing up and cupping one of her breasts, lightly kneading it. "I'm not as experienced as you, Kitten, but if you want me to do something for you, just ask." Gwen said, stroking her thumb over her nipple and feeling the warm skin underneath her touch. Leaning forward, she pressed her lips against Kitten's cheek, slowly kissing down her neck and trying to remember how she had used to do this with other women in the past. Being careful not to bump her left leg, Gwen wrapped a leg around her waist, taking her time to let her fingers on her hand explore and get a feel for every curve of Kitten's body printed in her memory.

 

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Gwen kept trying to do what she knew, and it felt like it was enough for Kitten. She'd said it as plainly as she could, that all she wanted to know was that Gwen was happy with her body. Gwen smiled and nuzzled her face against Kitten's neck. "I like your body very much. More than that, though, I like that you're my Kitten." Gwen said, having picked up on the fact that Kitten liked being praised. It wasn't hard to pick up on that positive reinforcement, telling her how she was feeling or thinking, was a good thing. It was written in her reactions and how she was responding to Gwen.

Drawing her leg off of Kitten, she let her hand slowly move down, feeling the smoothness of the underside of her breast and slowly trailing her fingers down. She moved down in a side-to-side pattern, letting her fingertips explore and play to their content until she began to feel herself moving down past her waist. Once she knew that she was close, Gwen moved to press her fingers gently over Kitten's heated lips, her head leaning up to press her lips to Kitten's. She kept the kiss short, not opening her mouth to accept her tongue. "When you cum, you'll cry out my name." Gwen said, a hint of dominance starting to perk up in her demeanor. It was small, but it was something that Gwen was slowly growing into.

After speaking her words, she pressed one, then two fingers past Kitten's lips and into her flower. Feeling her slick walls, the heat that they were putting off, Gwen was surprised that Kitten was still sane at how horny she felt. Slowly pressing her fingers in and out, she rubbed and prodded for any spots that produced particularly potent results from Kitten's body. At this point, she couldn't tell what was effective or not, though, as she'd likely been holding onto enough arousal that she probably could tell her to cum on the spot.

 

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Gwen was happy to have Kitten curling against her, reacting in a way that showed that Gwen hadn't lost her touch. She'd always been better at taking care of someone else's needs over her own. No matter what she did, no matter where she touched, Kitten was responding in a positive way. Her fingers moved in and out, pressing and prodding less in an experimental way and more in precision the more she was able to figure out what made Kitten squirm and twitch.

The noises she was making were very different than what she had expected. She'd known that she was part feline, but it seemed that sex drew out every single bit of her feline nature. Yowling and mewling, her body was arching in ways that showed Gwen she was falling apart in much the same way that she was. The difference came from the fact that Kitten had probably been holding back her orgasm for much longer than Gwen had. Who even knew if her last owner had ever let her let an orgasm loose.

Gwen focused her fingers as much as she could, trying to press her to the point of hitting release, Gwen nuzzling her cheek against Kitten's as she whispered into her ear. "When you can't hold it back anymore, cum for me kitten." Gwen said, issuing her order. She wasn't telling her to cum then, but only when she couldn't hold it back anymore. She imagined that tell her to cum was probably a command she had been taught, as well as holding it back the way she had been for the better part of who knew how long.

 

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Gwen was wondering if something she was doing wasn't working. She hadn't realized that Kitten was going to take her order to the point of literal exhaustion. When she felt her walls grip down on her fingers, Gwen knew she'd finally pressed her over the edge, sending Kitten spiraling into an orgasm that Gwen felt jealous of. Perhaps itw as because she didn't hold herself back, wasn't trained as well to hold her orgasms to the point that it would consume her so fully.

When Kitten began to cry out, to scream her pleasure out for Gwen, she didn't stop. Pulling her fingers out now would be cruel, as she needed to be slowly coaxed down. With this, she slowed the movements of her fingers, letting them slowly take her back from the edge and milk every drop of pleasure that her body could give. Once she felt that she'd done well enough to keep her from losing her mind in bliss, Gwen drew her fingers free and brought them to her lips, taking a taste of her Kitten's sweet orgasm.

That single taste made Gwen shudder, making her want to move to gather up more from the source directly with her tongue. As Kitten would be sensitive, though, following such a hard release, Gwen decided to put that off for another time. There would be plenty of time for her to send Kitten over the edge with more than just her fingers. Cradling Kitten against her body, Gwen stroked the back of her head and behind her ears, letting her come to lay against her, humming softly. "Such a good girl." She said, knowing now that her neighbors would probably never get any decent sleep as long as she kept Kitten in her apartment.

"You can rest against me, Kitten. This is where you belong, with me." She said. She tried to say it in a reassuring manner, to let Kitten know that she had a home, and it wasn't going anywhere. More than that, though, she had an owner who was going to appreciate her.

 

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Gwen was careful in how she moved around the bed. She found that it didn't take much effort at all to move Kitten to accommodate a comfortable sleeping position. Once she was comfortable, and had a blanket draped around the two of them, Gwen laid her head back against a pillow, letting Kitten rest her head against her chest. As she laid like this, exhaustion began to slowly settle over her. Before she let the rush of it all hit her too hard, she made sure she had an alarm set for the next day. She wouldn't have to go in for work, thankfully, so that gave her plenty of time to get Kitten acclimated to life in the apartment. It also offered up the opportunity that Gwen could possibly squeeze in some appointment to get her checked. It wouldn't be okay if something were to be wrong with Kitten that wasn't visible on the surface level, beyond the scrapes and bruises.

As she let those thoughts filter through her mind, Gwen soon found herself falling asleep. Her dreams were filled with nothing at first, just the blank void she was used to. Soon enough, she was having dreams that she always associated with her mind trying to compartmentalize the day. Vague imagery of the day, coupled together with more vivid images of Kitten and her together. Some of the imagery was comforting, while others were more enticing. She was too tired and used up to have a wet dream, but Gwen was certain that a wet dream was due in her future after all of the things they had done thus far.

The night would pass without much changing. Gwen was a steady sleeper and didn't toss or turn very much. The apartment had blackout curtains up that kept most of the sunlight out, which was why Gwen had to lean on the alarm clock on her cell phone to remember to get up most mornings. She preferred the dark in her space, though, as working on computers had given her plenty of reason to need to keep things shielded. It was always harder to read a screen with natural light filling the room. If she were reading paper media, sure, but computers were the way things were displayed almost 99% of the time. Through the night, she kept an arm around Kitten, not wanting to let her go, keeping her cradled to her chest.

 

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Gwen was far more exhausted than she had anticipated. Her alarm hadn't even woken her up, leaving her feeling drowsy as she began to slowly stir. Looking around, she could only see a faint fuzziness as she tried to look for where Kitten had gone. Had she gotten up early? Perhaps she'd just dreamed that wonderful dream she'd had. That left a part of her to feel sad, as she had begun to find that she enjoyed Kitten's presence around the apartment. Living alone, while she was capable of it, did have its drain on her.

As her vision began to clear, she saw a moving figure. Well, she definitely hadn't dreamed up Kitten. She was there, standing naked and rushing to climb on top of her, pressing her lips to Gwen's in a long, passionate "wake up" kiss. Drawing back from the kiss, Gwen smiled and reached up to affectionately rub at the back of Kitten's ears. "I slept well, yes, Kitten. How about you?" Gwen asked, offering the same question. After how hard the poor thing has climaxed, it was a wonder she was up and around.

Looking around the bedroom, she no longer saw the mess that she had let accumulate in her bedroom. "Did you clean up my room?" Gwen asked, taking a cursory glance of things from the bed. She was tempted to get up and do an inspection to see what she had done around the bedroom, but she was also keen to stay in bed with Kitten for a moment longer. "You di-" Gwen stopped herself. This was the role that Kitten had given herself. She was trying to do something nice. The least she could do was to thank her and praise her for it. "Thank you, Kitten. I appreciate you cleaning up my room." Gwen said, knowing that was the better route to take with this conversation.