Lox
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Jan 3, 2010
The mistress crooned with pleasure gently against the kitten's ear, satisfied for the time being with the little dear's performance but somewhat miffed by the lack of stamina. It was true Marole was very similar with just how much the touch of her rod could take out of a slave, and yet here beyond the little pets understanding was the fact that earlier when she had touched her lambs chest she had cracked no fewer than three of his ribs, and yet showed now pain of it either for the sake of the kitten or the knowledge that she would do far worse to him for such a small amount of pain in her mind. That would change after a little while, because as much as she wanted to really play with her she needed a distinct understanding of the little kitties stamina and that would require at least a day or more for her to recover. She had no doubt in her mind that she could easily slash the restraints her lamb wore, but she would need to either keep a very close eye on her or replace them with a more solid metal build to ensure no easy escape. She wasn't exactly sure if the kitten was capable of picking locks with said claws, but it wasn't a chance she was willing to take. She had spent a fortune finding and securing a lost slave, which was nearly unthinkable and outright insane for any other such pet with the exception being he was the only black lamb in existence. While it was true she got the sexy little kitten as a bonus, it would be over her dead body or a very cold day in hell losing the both of them to their own little plans and sneaky ways. With a deep sigh the otter turned the kitten over and growled playfully, pressing her body so very snugly against the kittens until the pet was nice and comfortably snug between both her body and her lamb's but with the exception that the pets arms were around her instead of the lambs to prevent any mischief on the formerly owned pets mind. As much as it might have irked her that the kitten's loyalties still lie with her lamb she wasn't about to start harsher punishments with the girl in the condition she was.
Marole hated waiting, but there wasn't any way around letting the kitten recover, so for now she simply stroked her hands down the pet's fine silky back and wriggled all the closer to enjoy the press of them both chest to chest. "Mind you little pet not to get any funny idea's while I allow you to recover. I can't play with you as hard as I wish because I want to keep you, otherwise you would have screamed in death throes long ago but don't mistake my kindness for weakness to be exploited. When you do recover enough to be properly played with then I'll expect far more from you and my lamb, but for now rest with your mistress. Though I despise having to wait you can still please me with your touch and warmth." The mistress dipped her head to nibble at the kitten's ears, her hands moving to caress her firm bottom and stroke along the soft fur of her tail as she shifted once more so the pet could sleep with her head against the top of her bust. A nap sounded the best both for herself and the kitten's recovery but afterwords the dear would need something nice to eat as well as her lamb. She would have to take her lamb away for a moment to allow him to stretch but it wouldn't be anywhere near the kitten. She didn't trust her in the least bit as of yet.
Marole hated waiting, but there wasn't any way around letting the kitten recover, so for now she simply stroked her hands down the pet's fine silky back and wriggled all the closer to enjoy the press of them both chest to chest. "Mind you little pet not to get any funny idea's while I allow you to recover. I can't play with you as hard as I wish because I want to keep you, otherwise you would have screamed in death throes long ago but don't mistake my kindness for weakness to be exploited. When you do recover enough to be properly played with then I'll expect far more from you and my lamb, but for now rest with your mistress. Though I despise having to wait you can still please me with your touch and warmth." The mistress dipped her head to nibble at the kitten's ears, her hands moving to caress her firm bottom and stroke along the soft fur of her tail as she shifted once more so the pet could sleep with her head against the top of her bust. A nap sounded the best both for herself and the kitten's recovery but afterwords the dear would need something nice to eat as well as her lamb. She would have to take her lamb away for a moment to allow him to stretch but it wouldn't be anywhere near the kitten. She didn't trust her in the least bit as of yet.