Black_Ribboned_Rose
Planetoid
- Joined
- Feb 19, 2012
Sasha shifted nervously as she stood in the pristine looking kitchen, so polished she could see her reflection on the red-wood floor. She tucked a strand of long wavy caramel hair over her shoulder as her cat-like green eyes took in her form. Although petite, her curvaceous body held the flexibility and grace of her feline counterpart. Upon first discovering her new master's interest in Sasha, her original owner had her scrubbed down until her pale flesh shown pink and dressed in an outfit befitting that of a harem girl. The gold bands around her wrist accented the faint traces of blond and red shimmering in her hair while the cuts of her white of her scooped, mid-drift and matching silk short-shorts highlighted each dip, curve and hallow of her body.
A soft mew escaped her as her arms rose high above her head in a languid stretch, her back arching, hips nearly writhing and her pointed, gold spotted feline ears lays back as she enjoyed the motion. Her content smile shifted to a frown when the weight around her throat rose then fell with the movement. She still wore the simple chained collar from the store. Her eyes once more opened as one hand lowered to toy with the thin chain, proof that she was no one's equal. She nearly growled at the idea, hating that it was something she needed to become accustomed to if she were to get by living with her new master.
With that thought, she once more looked around the room. The young woman who had brought her in here earlier had told her to wait her for him and the long wait was causing Sasha to become fidgety with impatience. As the seconds seemed to tick by at an increasingly slow rate, she allowed her fingers to brush across the length of the island's counter-top, truly impressed with the cleanliness of the place.
A soft mew escaped her as her arms rose high above her head in a languid stretch, her back arching, hips nearly writhing and her pointed, gold spotted feline ears lays back as she enjoyed the motion. Her content smile shifted to a frown when the weight around her throat rose then fell with the movement. She still wore the simple chained collar from the store. Her eyes once more opened as one hand lowered to toy with the thin chain, proof that she was no one's equal. She nearly growled at the idea, hating that it was something she needed to become accustomed to if she were to get by living with her new master.
With that thought, she once more looked around the room. The young woman who had brought her in here earlier had told her to wait her for him and the long wait was causing Sasha to become fidgety with impatience. As the seconds seemed to tick by at an increasingly slow rate, she allowed her fingers to brush across the length of the island's counter-top, truly impressed with the cleanliness of the place.