Let Becca take the leash...you mean lead.

You do so want to please this comely, curvy kitty, but you don't have the first clue how to tame a fiery feline like her. You figure it's safer to let Becca show you the ropes and then once you get the hang of things, maybe you can teach her a thing or two. After all, she's a familiar, which means she is practically made to be a subby little ****. You, on the other hand, are an all powerful vvitch! It should be easy for you to regain control and show her what your spells can do. Maybe it's the nip talking, but you are feeling extremely optimistic, and very trusting, and you can't imagine what could go wrong by putting on a harmless piece of leather.

Becca grinds against you more forcefully, as if to remind you of your choices. You groan in response, "Pleeeease, collar MOAN me. Show me how to treat a WHIMPER pussy." Becca beams as she pulls a collar from behind her back. You have no idea where she hid it, but you are more interested in the arcane runes etched in the pretty pink material.

You are a better student than you are a practitioner of magik, but it all looks like nonsense to you. Probably just her attempt to bedazzle her bondage gear. "Whatever flicks her clit," you think, then blush as you realize you probably said that out loud too. One thing you'll give the catnip, it makes you so uninhibited, that you can't bring yourself to care about all of the deeply humiliating things you are saying and doing. With Becca fastening the collar around your slender neck, you are sure you are about to do a lot more increasingly humiliating and horny things as you roleplay owner and pet, so you are glad for the security blanket the buzz provides.

CLICK

It's a hard, ugly metal sound. You can't imagine the flimsy, thin ring of pink pleather making a sound like that. You reach up and feel the collar around your neck. Somehow it has grown twice as wide, three times as thick, and reformed as forged Elven steel as it clasped closed. You look for a fastener to take it off, and finding none, look into Becca's bewitching blue eyes for some hint of explanation. She smiles and licks her lips in anticipation...then she smiles wider and licks your lips. You try to pull away, wanting answers before you play, but Becca purrs, "Stay," and you can't move an inch. It's like you lost a staring contest with Medusa. You're frozen solid and squirming as the cute kitten licks and suckles your supple lips while you wait...getting wetter and weaker with want every passing second.

"I did tell you I'd teach you how to treat a pussy. Aaaand I told you I could remove my catgirl stuff." Becca explains as if this is somehow your fault as she starts to remove her cat ears, tail, and all four long stocking paws. You see the tail still twirling and her ears twich and you realize that her familiar form is more than just a costume. You get further verification when she plops the cat ears on you, and you feel your human ears suck into your skull as the cat ears do the hearing for you. She quickly follows up with the twisting tail...the purple and white striped paws...the whispy whiskers, even the patches of fur that barely covered her beautiful breasts and bare pussy. Before you know it, you look like the cat girl and Becca looks fully human.

"Aww. What a pretty little pussy you make. We'll leave your fur on for now. Wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea and think you get to decide when you cum. Oh oh oh! That gives me a wonderfully wicked idea. I always wanted to try this, but never knew anyone dumb enough to put on a familiar's collar. No offense, but everyone knows that these collars can bind anyone that willingly accepts it around their neck." Becca boasts and you start to suspect that she might not have your best intentions at heart. You try to fight through the catnip fugue, but it's like the collar is making it harder to think...harder to care what 'wonderfully wicked' idea she has planned for you next...harder to think about anything but when you might get to...

"CUM." Becca commands and your body instantly obeys. You buck your hips in midair and drench your fur as the wildest, wettest orgasm you've ever felt hits you like a mack truck hauling boiling bliss. It feels so violating to have your body betray you...it feels so devastating to lose control so totally...it feels so wonderfully wicked to hope that she does it again. "Hee hee! That was even better than I hoped. Alright...let's see how it works three times in a row." You open your mouth to beg her for mercy, but you only see malicious mirth in her eyes as she meows, "CUM. CUM. CUM."

Each mind melting climax is more brutal than the last. A mack truck sends you spiraling into a freight train loaded with liquid lust and that blows you sky high only to be hit by a shuttle stocked with rocket grade fuck fuel, incinerating you with white hot bliss burning you to the core and leaving you a soaked, sticky shell dripping and drooling with desire. You have this nagging doubt in the back of your head that maybe you should try to find a way to free yourself, but it is quickly drowned out by your Mistresses voice cooing, "Good kitty. Now let's see if you taste as good as you look. But from now on, no cummies without permission."

You feel an instant compulsion to please her. Becca seems content to please her self as she lewdly laps up your girl gushes from the floor before kissing her way up your thighs and sucking on your sopping wet mound. You can't believe how shamelessly slutty Becca's behaving, but then again, it's not like you are going to tell anyone. You aren't doing much better yourself, desperately humping her face as she drinks your desire dribbles dry. You don't want to disobey her, but your body starts bucking on its own, you grab her head and grind on her face like you were humping a pillow. You feel so close...painfully close to the precipice of the biggest burst yet...and then...and then...and then...nothing!

"I told you not to cum, silly. With the collar on, you can't disobey me...no matter how bad you want to." Becca explains with a sadistic smirk. You feel a surge of hate well up in your heart, but it dies almost immediately when she pets your hair and scritches behind your ears, pressing your purr button hard and heavy. You nuzzle her neck as she strokes your hair and squeals, "EEEEEEEEEEE! This is gonna be so much fun! I'm gonna keep you as horny as possible so you fuck me extra hard when I tell you to! I'm gonna let you learn the most deviant, darkest sex spells to try out on me. I'm going to let everyone think that I'm your pet, so they won't dare pick on a vvitch's bitch! And someday, if you're very good, I'll even let you offer me your heart to eat."

Becca christens your new relationship status by pushing you to the ground and sitting on your face, commanding "Now, pet, EAT." You have an Orwellian image of a pussy crushing down on your face, forever, and for some strange reason, you can't stop smiling between your laps. You wish it didn't all sound so horribly wonderful. You want to hate her...to fight her...to **** her to free you...to pin her down and kiss her so hard it hurts...to apologize by kissing her pussy soft and sweet...to love and obey her forever and ever. And you will. From this day forth, until...