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Freeing The Sex Kitten (Vahn Seele x Soft Stroke)

Gwen smiled at Kitten. She really looked happy. Seeing her like this, Gwen really wanted to know who her last owner was. Not so she could return her, but so she could at least slash her tires or put a virus in her network. How could anyone do something cruel and unusual to such an obedient neko? She had even gone so far as to take the initiative to clean and organize her room. Gwen wondered just how much of the apartment that Kitten had cleaned.

Watching as she moved, a bit of concern began to creep into Gwen's mind. "Kitten, your leg is still injured." Gwen said, looking to see if the gauze had come off. The way she was moving, as quick as she was, it was almost like she hadn't been hurt the night before. Maybe it was something to do with her ignoring the pain? She certainly hoped not, as Gwen wouldn't want Kitten to be hurting herself needlessly to show that she was fine. There was no need to put on a tough act, or to lean on the conditioning that had trained her to ignore something as natural as pain. Sexual pain was one thing, but physical pain? That was a completely different matter.

Moving to get up, Gwen realized that she was still naked, as was Kitten. They hadn't bothered to worry about getting dressed, as the two of them had been a little preoccupied getting to know each other's bodies. There was also the lack of energy following a bout of orgasms that would have made the person in the next room jealous. Gwen went to look at Kitten's left leg, curious to see if the gauze was there, as well as if the damage looked to be healing on its own. If it didn't require a medical visit, then maybe it was something that hadn't been as serious as she had originally thought.
 
Gwen looked at her leg and she tried to hold a neutral face as she examined it. "Kitten, I'm not upset at your and I'm not mad." She said, looking back up to her face. She reached out to stroke her fingers against her face and over the side of her neck. "While your leg does look better, I do believe that it needs to be wrapped again and medicine put on it." Gwen said, seeing that it was still quite swollen. It was healing, though, and it warranted Gwen being careful.

"I'll make you a deal, Kitten. I will let you walk without the crutch on one condition. After we eat, I want you to let your leg rest for at least an hour with ice on it." She said, wanting to bring the swelling down. "I have some medicine to help with the swelling, and I can rewrap the gauze. If you'll do that for me, I'll let you walk around without the crutch. Sound fair?" She asked. She didn't demand anything. She seemed to be bargaining, a strange tactic to come from an owner.

Gwen was still dealing with the power dynamic between the two. She couldn't bring herself to make demands of Kitten, not quite yet. All she could do was to make careful, concise decisions when they were called for. For something like this? She couldn't demand that Kitten go around with the crutch. She was proving she could walk fine, but her leg wasn't liking the toll that walking put on it. "I want you to be healthy and safe. If your leg doesn't get better, I'll definitely have to take you to have it looked at. Might even ask them to put a cast on it to keep you off of it." She joked, wondering if Kitten could pick up on the humor.
 
Gwen smiled and stood up as she tried her best to back off. Rather than focus on trying to get her healed, Gwen would just have to take her to a vet. That would be the only way that she would be able to feel better about her leg. It was a hard call to make, given that she didn't know anything about the laws and rules on sex kittens. Could she just adopt a random kitten she found in the trash? She'd hope so, but there was no way to know for sure. Maybe she could show up first, ask about the process of adopting a kitten, then bring Kitten once she knew that they wouldn't try to return her to her previous owner.

Walking into the living room, Gwen's mind was a little busy figuring out the logistics of what they were going to be doing that day. There was always the option of staying in and just enjoying the calm, but Gwen was fairly certain that Kitten would find ways to keep it from staying calm for too long. Hopefully she hadn't done too much digging and found her sex toys. They weren't exactly hidden, but there was still a chance she hadn't gone looking under the bed. Maybe that spot was too typical. "Oh, right, food..." Gwen said, looking a tad distracted. "Let's eat first. After we eat, I'll sit you down on the couch and take care of your leg then. No reason to rush it, since you are still walking on it, which is a big improvement on yesterday." Gwen said, smiling as she went into the kitchen.

Once the two were in the kitchen, Gwen looked around for some basics: eggs, milk, juice, bacon. It was the staple breakfast, no matter what time it was outside. With the blackout curtains up, most of her apartment required interior lighting. On a whim, occasionally she'd open one of the curtains to let in some natural light, but it wasn't too often, given that she wasn't in the greatest neighborhood and didn't want to announce to her neighbors that she had a TV worth at least three or four months' rent. "Want to learn how to make bacon and eggs?" Gwen asked, opening the package and getting some of the cooking utensils ready.
 
Gwen kept an eye on the way that Kitten moved around the kitchen. She didn't notice in pain in her gait, no change that would worry her. She'd put the topic of her leg in the back of her mind for now. Feeling the warmth of Kitten's body against her side, Gwen nodded and led the way toward the stove. "These are the temperature knobs. You usually heat up a pan or pot prior to placing things on them. Depends on what you are cooking." She said, turning things on and showing her as she went through the various tasks.

The process of cooking bacon and eggs was a fine art, Gwen had learned. If she was careful, she could make sunnyside up eggs, fried eggs, scrambled eggs. Most times, though, she settled on making scrambled eggs. It was easier to do, and Gwen was never one to be cooking fancy meals early in the morning. With some quick training, she showed her how to cook scrambled eggs, offering a taste to show her what they tasted like plain, then adding just a little bit of salt and pepper for flavoring. When they were doing the bacon, that's when things became very interesting. The bacon sizzled and popped in the pan, Gwen showing her how to cook it to the consistency she liked: chewy, but a little burnt at the edges. "If you can't manage to do this every time, don't stress about it. Bacon is a fickle thing, I've learned." Gwen said, plating up the eggs and bacon. The bacon was set to cool on a plate with a paper towel stacked on it.

Once it was all done, she placed the hot cooking implements into the sink, setting the table for breakfast. She'd show Kitten more of the kitchen as she did this, eventually taking a seat at the table and pouring herself a glass of juice and milk. "That all seem easy enough to learn? I don't mind showing you things a few times, just to make sure that you don't feel overwhelmed." Gwen offered. She didn't consider it a failing if she had to guide Kitten through a few tasks a few times. It wasn't like she was expecting perfection. Kitten might be, though, so there was always setting that expectation that practice would be required early on.
 
Gwen liked the amount of attentiveness that Kitten had. It was as if she were a sponge, waiting for something to absorb. She might also be considered a sexual sponge, as she'd have taken any attention that Gwen was willing to pay her in either measure. Gwen looked to her as she asked if she wanted Kitten to feed her. Gwen smiled and shook her head, reaching up with her left arm and lightly stroking the back of her ears and over the back of her head.

"I can feed myself. I know you want to do things for me, but I can handle feeding myself, Kitten." Gwen said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Go ahead and eat your food. After that, we can get some ice on your leg and work to get the swelling down." Gwen said, using her right hand to start eating her food. She wouldn't keep petting the top of Kitten's head, as she wouldn't be able to eat if she were purring and getting attention, so Gwen settled for putting her arm around her side.

Taking careful bites, Gwen looked over to make sure that Kitten was settling into eating her breakfast. She didn't have any fears of her not eating to try and maintain some impossible figure for her. Gwen had never been a person to care that much about a person's appearance. For Kitten, though, she'd probably worry constantly about being enough for Gwen. She almost imagined that Kitten would fall apart if Gwen wanted nothing to do with her, in a sexual fashion at least. Lucky for her, Gwen was slowly becoming addicted to Kitten's presence. While she would never force herself on Kitten, gwen would definitely take the release when she could get it, which, if Kitten had her way, would be all the time.
 
Gwen smiled as she saw the way that Kitten devoured the food that had been given to her. Part of her wondered if she devoured it early to try and get to something more of her style, as she didn't seem to like the mundane tasks of living quietly, but Gwen let that thought go as she settled into her food. It was a judgment that she couldn't fully make yet, and she'd have to wait and see what kind of person--was that the right word? Yes, she was a person. No matter how much training and conditioning they put her through, Kitten was a person. Gwen would hold that fact in her mind with a steely resolve, not willing to let herself become engulfed in the concept of "lesser beings" that some might get into.

As she was about 3/4 of the way done with her food, Gwen noticed the lack of Kitten at her side. Looking over, she expected to see that Kitten had stepped into the other room, possibly to redo her bandage or get some ice put on her leg, to get ahead of what Gwen was going to do next. What she didn't expect were the hands and tongue that graced along her thighs, the teasing from her tongue making her body shiver and a certain part of her eager to oblige Kitten.

"K-Kitten... can you wait for me to finish eating?" Gwen asked. She almost feared that she wouldn't get the chance before Kitten had settled into parting her legs and diving that sweet, exotic tongue over and inside of her slit. Her hands were already showing to be a fair bit shaky as she remembered the bliss that it had brought her once before. With only a few bites left, Gwen finisshed them off before sitting back in the chair, looking down at Kitten as she, willingly, spread her legs to show the growing arousal that the lick before had given her. "Only if you want to, Kitten." Gwen said, lightly stroking her fingers along the top of her head and over her ears. She'd stick to her mental agreement to never force Kitten into sex, not that she would ever have to.
 
Gwen felt the warmth and texture of her tongue against the inside of her thighs, as well as around her slit. God, that tongue was going to be the thing she'd need daily if Kitten kept this up. Imagine that, a twice a day regimen of getting tongue fucked by her sex kitten. Talk about things that you wouldn't expect to see in your future back when you growing up. Then again, perhaps some men had wanted this in their life. Not so much a sex kitten, prior to the craze, but a woman who would do something similar. Complete subservience, just for the sake of being worshiped and brought to orgasm as often as felt right.

Thoughts slowly lost cohesion as she felt the tongue press into her, Gwen moaning out as she laid her head back against the chair, closing her eyes. She let herself sink into the sensations of having that tongue dart in and around her walls, each spasming muscle responding to her tongue and inviting her further inside. Gwen wouldn't know what to do with herself, at this point. She kept her hands stroking and rubbing the back of Kitten's ears and head, trying to encourage her further. Panting and shivering, Gwen couldn't sit still in the chair for very long once Kitten had gotten started.

"K-Kitten..." She moaned out, panting and drawing one of her hands away from the back of her head. Grasping at her breast, Gwen began to knead her breast as she felt the pleasure building inside of her. It was not a fast winding, as it had been the night before. This one was slow and sensual, the coil of pleasure being slowly wrapped with care and precision. Kitten knew what she was doing, and Gwen had to remind herself to breathe a few times when she was trying not to moan out too loudly. It had been one thing to let her moans out loudly when it had been nighht. Everyone expects those kinds of things, and might excuse them. To hear them in the afternoon, well, that was just obnoxious.
 
Gwen didn't think there was ever a sex toy in the world that could match Kitten's tongue. It was unbelievable to feel, even after the first time. With kitten shifting her body forward, taking Gwen's legs and draping them over her shoulders, it only helped to intensify the amount of pleasure that was pressing through her. Gwen Tried to keep one hand on the back of Kitten's head, stroking her fingers along her head and behind her ears, while the other kneaded and groped at her own chest.

The hopes of keeping herself quiet were going to be out the window pretty quickly. What once she was able to contain behind a light bite on her lower lip was escaping from her mouth as it hung open. Unlike what she had felt last night, this build up was proving to have its own power behind it. Rather than being swiftly undone and thrown to the passion of her orgasm, Gwen was treated to a gradual climb that felt so much more intense.

Kitten's efforts would be rewarded with Gwen pressing her hand unconsciously against her head, gushing with an orgasm that burned slow and steady through her muscles. "F--Fuck..." She panted out, uncertain on whether this would be it, or if Kitten was going to try and keep her going. Gwen wasn't sure what to do with herself at this point. She could feel her muscles aching for relief, the tension of the orgasm looming with its shadow.
 
Gwen let her grip loosen on the back of Kitten's head. It was nice to have Kitten taking care of her, being able to orgasm in a way that her own hand would never be able to on its own. Sure, toys were good, and the vibrators could push some pretty hard orgasms, but that tongue? God, she'd never be able to masturbate again, not without purging the memory of Kitten from her memories. "Letting you?" Gwen chuckled, stroking her nails along the back of her ears and smiling at her. "You are welcome to do that anytime it's appropriate." Gwen said, smiling as she tried to pull herself away from Kitten.

The effort was fairly difficult to muster, drawing her knees off of Kitten's shoulders. Once she was free of Kitten's grip, Gwen tried to stand. It took some effort, but Gwen soon was standing, gesturing for Kitten to stand up. "We're going to lay on the couch. I need to recover from your tongue, since I'm fairly certain you pulled all the energy from my legs with how well you pushed your tongue inside of me." Gwen said, smiling as she stepped into the living room.

Gwen managed to make it to the couch without much stumbling, but laying on the couch would be her last movement for a bit. Laying on her back, Gwen gave a faint gesture to Kitten to join her. "We'll have to ice your leg later. I can't get to the bathroom to get the medicine or the cold compresses from the freezer." Gwen said, watching Kitten as she moved about. She almost envied her ability to ignore pain. Maybe Gwen could learn to endure pain in a similar way over time.
 
Somehow, in that sentence, Kitten had managed to show that there was something under the surface behind her efforts in bed. Sure, Gwen had only seen the positives on her side, but perhaps that was her jaded point of view on the idea. Kitten wanting to have sex with someone showed a sign of her trust. Then again, there was the other side of it. She was trained to have sex with people, whether she liked them or not. That was part of the problem. How did she differentiate what she wanted to do and what she was taught to do? Gwen wasn't sure, but she knew that thinking on it too much would leave her in a state of confusion she'd have trouble digging out of, based on her current ability to think.

"I appreciate that you want to help, Kitten. I want to make a good home for you here. Seeing you yesterday, bound and beaten, was painful for me to see." Gwen said, being as honest as she could with her. "You deserve to be treated well. You're very well-behaved and you're very giving. I'm just not used to someone as 'active' as you yet." Gwen said, leaning up and pressing a little kiss to the top of her head. "Make sure that I don't sleep more than an hour, okay? We have some errands to run." Gwen said, her mind wandering a little toward an idea.

"There are some toys under my bed, things you'll probably recognize. You can wake me up with one of those, you choose which one you want to use on me." Gwen said, feeling like doing this for her might be the best way to include Kitten's skillset in one of her tasks. With that, unless Kitten had something more to say, Gwen would close her eyes as she let her mind try to wind down from the earlier meal and tongue fucking she'd been treated to. The meal had been fine, that tongue, though? Jeez, she was going to have to get used to that at some point.
 
Gwen's sleep was fairly undisturbed. She hadn't realized just how hard she had climaxed, but it had been enough that her body was needing some time to recharge. if it was something to do with how sensitive she was, or perhaps how deprived she was, Gwen wasn't really certain. her experience in the bedroom was fairly limited, thanks to a busy work schedule and a life that didn't revolve around sex.

When she woke up, she felt the constriction of her limbs and looked around with a bit of confusion. Wait, had she put bondage on the menu when she had asked for a wake up call? Oh, good grief, Kitten was wearing a strapon. At the mention of orgasm denial training, Gwen gve a slight tug at the bindings on her limbs, looking to Kitten with a mixture of confusion and uncertainty. "Wait, when i said a wake up call, I meant..." Gwen silenced herself. Kitten was being open, and stepping up with answers. If she shut her down now, all because she didn't know what was going to happen, she'd never be able to grow to understand Kitten's side of the world.

"Okay. What are you planning to do?" Gwen asked, tried to keep herself open to the experience. It was a lazy day, and she could afford a half an hour's time devoted to something that was a bonding experience with Kitten. This was her realm of expertise, after all. Gwen only hope that Kitten didn't have some big hopes that Gwen was going to be good at this. Orgasm denial sounded like something you did as a form of punishment. Maybe her perception was a bit off, though, due to her naivety in this part of her body.

When she looked at the eagerness on Kitten's face, Gwen couldn't bring herself to stop her. She just hoped that Kitten wouldn't seem too down on herself if Gwen didn't get the concepts right away.
 
Gwen hadn't taken into account all that was going on around her. It wasn't until she felt the vibrator click on that her body was fully aware of the level of control that was being exerted on her. Kitten, for all her talk and her nice words, was going to be training her to have better orgasms. Would she complain? No, but she'd definitely have a talk with her after to let her know that surprising her with this kind of stuff wouldn't be okay. Then again, if she found that she was able to have better, more enjoyable orgasms after... Could she be upset with Kitten for it?

Those thoughts slid to the wayside, slowly, as she felt the touch of Kitten's hand along her body, and the tip of the strapon against her slit. She had been in a decent enough daze when she had first woken up, but she was now alert to everything around her The buzz of the vibrator against her clit was drawing some of her attention, but there was also the mixture of all of the sensations that her body was receiving from Kitten's ministrations. It was overwhelming, but her body had been somewhat dulled to the sensations. Perhaps all of the sexual activity, so close together, had left her a little numb to the build up. It was only a guess, but she was willing to bet that Kitten was going to throw her for a loop soon enough.

It would be evident in her features as she would feel her stomach tighten, her body trying to build up to an orgasm. Not a fast build, similar to what she had been witness to before. Just the slow, slight rise in breathing and the tensing of muscles from her chest down to her ankles. "K-Kitten..." She moaned out, eyes closing as she gave slight struggles against the restraints. She wasn't trying to break free of them, moreso just flexing her arms and legs as she adjusted to the sensations she was being treated to. It all felt good, a slow building fire that would setup the pyre that would send her careening over the edge eventually.
 
Gwen could feel everything that Kitten was doing to her. There wasn't a nerve in her body, a muscle that wasn't thrumming with the build of the release that was going to hit her. It didn't build quickly, though, which left a strange sense of burning agony that almost felt sweet. Rather than being rushed to the finish line, as she had sometimes been prone to do, care was being taken to deliver her to the throes of ecstasy with proper care and attention. Gwen could understand why someone might like this kind of attention, because it was almost like someone was taking care to give her body what it quietly was asking for, without having to be told to do it.

Imagining that Kitten had been through similar training as this in the past, and knowing that there were ten different levels of denial training, made Gwen wonder just how long Kitten could hold off on a climax. Gwen was a weakling in that area, in that she was too anxious to wait for something like an orgasm. Opening her eyes, she looked to Kitten, breathless and panting as the vibrator and the touches to her body were doing their job to bring her toward a peak. The words that came out of Kitten's mouth were muddled and unclear, as if her brain were drunk on the lust that it felt pulsing through her veins.

It wasn't until she felt that she was right there at the edge that Gwen felt her body jolt and go taut against the bed. Feeling the toy pressing completely inside of her, Gwen almost fell over at that moment. All movement stopped, the vibrator at her clit was turned to a level that she couldn't even feel anymore. She wanted, no, needed to cum. She was right there, all Kitten had to do was give her one more thrust, one more deliciously deep rush of her hips to send her careening over the edge.

One minute...

Gwen was too proud to beg. All she could do was whimper and try to move her hips to get some kind of rub of pleasure from the strapon to push her the rest of the way. She couldn't help it. Everything burned and made her feel incomplete at that moment. Even with Kitten so close to her, hips nudged up against her, Gwen didn't know if her brain could handle waiting a minute to cum. "P-Please... Kitten..." She said, losing the will to maintain her control. What kind of mistress, or owner, said please? She felt pathetic.
 
Gwen was glad she had never been trained to handle this level of intensity. The more her body went taut, the more the pleasure built up inside of her, the more she felt that she was losing her mind. Sure, this was far from an intensity that could break a mind, but this was level one of the training that Kitten had gone through. To imagine that she was going to be subjected to this for a full minute, or just the idea that this could go on for longer, seemed an unbearable torture.

As much as she strained against the bindings, Gwen did manage to do as she was asked. She wanted to go careening over the edge, to feel blissful escape from the built up need in her stomach, but Kitten never coaxed her over. It wasn't until she heard those words "Now you can cum!" that something in her head let go. With precision, and a roughness that Gwen had not ever really been treated to in the past, Gwen's body was pushed over the edge. There was no concern for anyone else bearing witness to what she felt as she cried out.

Moaning out, her body came crashing down, straining against her restraints as she pressed her face against Kitten, her body coming down off of the high of her release. Panting and shuddering, her body had a small sheen of sweat from how her body had grown exhausted. "That... was..." There were no words. Gwen just let her mind melt as she felt the waves of relaxation settle into her muscles.
 
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