Kitty lingerie

When we arrived at home, master took off my wrist and ankle cuffs before sending me to the bath to clean myself. Before he even left the room, I had already stripped naked and reached for the shower handle to turn on the cold water.

But master lightly slapped my hand.

It didn’t really hurt, but I was very surprised. Why did he do that?

“What do you think you are doing?” master asked me dangerously low. His piercing, pale blue eyes glowed predatory.

My ears drooped to my skull and I clamped my tail between my legs, involuntarily gasping as its soft fur tickled my sensitive pussy. I really didn’t know what I had done wrong!

“T-turning on… the water?” I asked master.

He sighed. “You were going to use freezing cold water, right?” the predatory glow slowly faded.

I nodded meekly.

“Kitten, I told you to use warm water, right? And I am pretty sure we used warm water when showering together as well.” He explained calmly.

“Yes… b-but…” I nervously shifted in place. A petgirl like me really shouldn’t speak up against her master!

“Go on…” he said, his voice trailing off. I took a moment to convince myself that there was no anger or malice in his voice before I answered.

“You… you told me to use warm water to clean my butt, master. For showering, however… a petgirl doesn’t deserve warm water…” I muttered insecurely.

“So, you were going to shower with freezing cold water, only to use warm water for your enema later?” master asked incredulously.

“I… you ordered me… to…” I began, but fell quiet as master raised a hand and sighed in frustration.

“Never, between all the slaves I know, have I met one that was too harsh to herself…” he grumbled. “Listen, Kitten, I want you to be kind to yourself, okay? From now on, I forbid you from doing anything that harms you, hurts you, or is even uncomfortable to you, unless I ordered you to, or you have to for some other reason.”

“Does… does that include showering with cold water?” I asked bashfully.

“Yes!” exclaimed master. “Now, go get a nice, warm shower. You deserve it, you’ve been a very good pet today. Don’t remove the foil from your tattoo though, I’ll take care of that later. Also, I’ll put something out for you I want you to wear.”

“And don’t even think of groping yourself too much!” he added with a grin.

At master’s insistence, I had a hot shower. It was incredibly relaxing, but I still preferred showering together with master. Even more so since I had to wash my new, pillowy soft breasts and sensitive pussy without arousing myself too much… my pleasure belonged to master, just like my pain and everything else of me. Had master been here with me, he would surely have washed me himself, groping and probing every part of my body, especially the new ones…

I just wished he would let me wash him in return! That he wanted to wash me, I could understand. I was his pet, and he had made it plenty clear that he enjoyed grooming me, especially my feline parts, followed closely by the womanly ones. But it was just not right that a **** was cleaned by her master without cleaning or servicing him in return!

Stepping out of the shower, I quickly dried myself off, clenching my butt to prevent the water from leaking out. When I couldn’t hold it in anymore, I relieved myself, it was all clear, so I was good to got. As I opened the bathroom door, I saw a small box with things on the ground right outside: A clip-on bell, a thick buttplug, a blunt syringe with a thick, pink liquid in it, panties, something that resembled a sports bra, thigh-high stockings, and furry mittens of some kind.

I took the box inside and examined it more closely. First was the weird syringe: I squirted a little of the liquid in my hand. It was lube! But why was it pink?! Carefully, I stuck my tongue out and licked at my palm. Mhhhhh! That tasted good! So sweet! Like the… what did master call it? Ah yes! Strawberry marmalade! Master had me try it for breakfast the day after he bought me, and I quite liked it. Flavoured lube, huh…

Thinking that would be what master wanted, I pressed the blunt tip of the syringe against my tight backdoor. I winced as it slipped inside, and pressed the trigger down. It felt a little like giving myself an enema, but also different, like I had master’s cum in my ass! When I had pumped a generous amount of lube into my bowels, more than enough for master to fuck my ass ‘dry’ and still not cause me pain, I put the still half-full syringe down and reached for the buttplug instead.

I squeaked involuntarily as I held it in my hand, my poor little bum hurt just from looking at it. But I also felt my pussy grow even wetter… I knew, it would be a delicious pain to have my tight asshole stretched by this. Opening my mouth, I stuck out my tongue and began licking and sucking on the plug. It tasted of cold metal, and nothing else. Eventually, I decided that prolonging the inevitable would only make it worse. That thing had to go up my butt!

Bending over at the waist, I braced myself against the sink and pressed the plug into my tight asshole. Mhhhhhh. It was faint, burning pain that only got stronger the more I pressed the plug inside, but it was the good kind of pain. Utterly delicious and mixed with the pleasure having my bum filled caused me.

Wait, was I allowed to feel pleasure from plugging myself?!

I… I wasn’t sure. On the one hand, I was generally forbidden from touching my ass or doing anything that gave me sexual pleasure unless permitted by master, but… plugging myself was obviously a sexual act, and master knew that, but had still ordered me to do it. Hm…

In the end, I decided that no matter what master *might* have meant, my pleasure belonged to him. And therefore, as a dutiful and loyal petgirl, I wanted him to be the one to give me pleasure, not me myself on his orders. At least, when possible.

So, I grit my teeth and prepared to roughly **** the plug inside me. That way, I would feel as little pleasure as possible, although it might hurt little.

‘Shlick’ made the plug as I roughly shoved the plug past its most bulbous part into my ass. I exhaled sharply. My butt greedily suckled the plug deeper inside, until its jewelled end finally nestled comfortably between my cheeks. I looked at my backside in the mirror; the glinting pink jewel looked undeniably cute, covering my asshole. If it only wasn’t for the burning in my anus from forcing it open so wide… and the normally comfortable sensation of having something thick and heavy pressing against them didn’t exactly make it better!

Wincing, I turned to the box again. As it turned out, the weird bra showed surprisingly little skin, it was cut like a frilly sports-bra, but with a cut-out in the shape of a kitty’s head in the middle of my chest, tastefully exposing my new décolleté. Suspecting the theme of what master wanted me to dress up in, I quickly examined the remaining pieces. And indeed, the stockings, panties, and mittens were also kitty-themed!

First, I clipped the bell to my collar, it jingled quietly with every movement I made. Then, the stockings followed. They were decorated with little stylized kitty faces on the front and cut in a way that made it look as if their silky cloth formed two ears each. Unlike ‘normal’ stockings, they had soft, pink paw pads under my toes and the front part of my feet! It was a little awkward, like walking on very soft and malleable shoes that only covered half my feet, but also very interesting to walk in them. I felt like I had real paws, like my four-legged relatives or some more feral cat-girl breeds.

Before I put on the panties, I decided to insert the rest of the flavoured lube as deep into my cunt as possible, hoping it would not drip out. Not that it would make a difference. The moment the panties touched my wet and sensitive little pussy, and thereby my now *very* excitable clit, they would get soaked either way.

As I slipped them on, I noticed that they were the kind that was simply tied on either side of my flared hips and could be easily undone, even without pulling them down my legs. They also had a bright pink kitty-pawprint on my ass and the front was styled to look like a kitties face, like my stockings.

Finally, I put on the mittens. They were made in such a way that the tips of my fingers and my long nails peaked out at the ends, acting as my ‘claws’. Apart from that, they were extremely fluffy and had the same pink paw pads in my palms like my stockings had. Simply put, they were very soft and comfy and cute, but I had big trouble grabbing anything.

I examined myself in the mirror: My large breasts were covered by a cute kitty bra, and my wet pussy was already drenching my kitty panties. My kitty stockings and kitty mittens gave me an even cuter, but also naughty look, complete with soft paw pads on my hands and feet. The bell on my collar jingled as I tried out a few poses, flicking my tail and ears. The girl in the mirror looked naughty, sexy, and playful.

With round, full breasts, and clad in kitty lingerie, I finally felt like a real cat-girl!