Nate decided to play with his new toy. He would call up Sam and tell her to come over tonight. He didn't know what he was going to make her do, but he was sure that ideas would come to him. Nate pulled out his phone and dialled the number.
"Yes master, how may I serve you?" The quavering voice answered after two rings. Nate guessed by her nervousness that Sam was somewhere where answering the phone like that would be very embarrassing. Maybe she was eating dinner with her family, or hanging out with friends. It pleased him to think of Sam being embarrassed and having to explain that.
"I fancy playing with my new toy." Nate said. "Come to my apartment tonight. I want you to stop at the sex shop and pick up a new outfit on the way. You'll know which one you need to pick. While you're there I also want you to buy a collar, a leash, some cat ears, and a butt-plug with a tail. You will wear them and come to my apartment. You are not allowed to drive, you must walk or take public transport; also, unless I give you express permission, you must not speak. You may meow and make cat sounds, but you may not speak. I expect to see you at 7pm and not a minute later." He hung up, then went home and watched sports highlights until 7.
Sam arrived precisely on time, at exactly 7pm she knocked on Nate's door. She was blushing furiously and wet with arousal. She had got more than a few quizzical looks on the train just because of her makeup. In addition to the butt plug, collar, ears and leash, she had felt an irresistible urge to wear makeup as well. Recognizing that this was Nate's magic power at work, she didn't try to fight it. She put her hair in a ponytail, plucked her eyebrows, curled her eyelashes and applied some dark black lipstick. She also felt the urge to colour in her nose using the black eyeliner she was wearing. So, she found herself standing at Nate's door looking like a kitty cat, with whiskers drawn onto her face, a black nose, cat ears and a tail.
All things considered, Nate had been rather generous with the outfit he made her wear. He had made her select an outfit that was simply a black bra with fluffy pink trim and some black panties that were almost see-through. He had allowed her to wear a long trench-coat though, so people on the train hadn't seen her outfit, just her odd makeup. Nate had also made her wear pink open-toed high heels, so that he could see her beautiful feet and black painted toenails.
Nate answered the door to see Sam standing there, blushing furiously and wearing exactly what he told her to wear. He was pleased with her.
"Mmmrrrww?" Sam said. Nate could tell from the note in her voice that it was a question. She wanted to come in.
"Get down on all fours. You may not stand in two legs in my apartment." Nate watched as, slowly, Sam knelt down and got on all fours. He held out his hand and stood aside, allowing her in. As she entered, Sam handed Nate the leash she was wearing, attached to her collar. Nate smiled and closed the door behind her.
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