He doesn't let the kitten go hungry

He turned around and walked over to the counter, grabbing a few things before returning to me. He set a bowl down in front of me and filled it to the brim with the dry cat food that tasted so good. I looked up at master, but he just smiled reassuringly. “Thank you for the food” I mumbled, before diving right in, filling my stomach with the tasty kibble.

While I fed on the kibble in my bowl, he sat down at the table, watching me. I only glanced at him occasionally, but every time I did, he was watching me, absentmindedly eating some human food. It was the sweet pastry he bought at the **** fare; I could smell it in the air. It smelled delicious.

As I licked the bowl clean, he stood up and came over to me.

“I take it, you like the kibble? Is it the same stuff you were fed by the breeders?” he inquired.

“Yes, master, I like it. B – but it isn’t the same, i – its close, though.” I answered meekly.

“Hm, then it’s probably a different brand.” he shrugged.

I turned the word in my head for some time, but it just didn’t make sense to me. How could a brand, a symbol placed on the skin of a **** by use of heat, be on food? “Excuse me master, but… What Is a brand?”

“Hmmm…? Oh yes, of course, you wouldn’t know that. I assume you know what a **** brand is?” he asked.

I nodded, of course I knew, I had one myself, on the nape of my neck.

“Well, a product brand fulfils the same purpose, it’s a symbol placed on a product or its packaging to show who created it, much like a breeder who brands his slaves.” he explained.

I nodded again, this made sense to me. “Sorry for troubling you with my questions master…”

“It’s fine. In fact, I want you to tell me every time you don’t understand something. That way, you will slowly learn and become more useful to me. Also, open your mouth, I want you to try something.”

I did as he ordered me, and he pushed something small that I couldn’t quite see into my mouth. Thinking that it must be food, I started to chew on it.

Flavour exploded in my mouth! The outer layer was made of something crispy, while the inside was soft and sweet, both tasting like nothing I had ever had before. It was the most delicious thing I had ever tasted, worlds ahead of even the tasty kibble master gave me, although it was difficult to compare due two how different the two things were. Only after I swallowed, I realized with a start that it must have been human food.

There it was. The trap I had been looking for. And of course, I had fallen right into it. I was just a ****, worse, a demi ****. I was not allowed to eat human food. I should have spat it out! My ears pressed to my skull, I tried to back away, but he didn’t let me, grabbing my collar to hold me in place.

"So, you liked it? he asked.

"I… Yes, I did.” I almost whispered, remembering that he was more upset about me not answering him than eating the cat food earlier. “I am so sorry master, please don’t punish me, I know that I am not supposed –“

“Who decides what you are supposed and not supposed to do?” he asked me, his eyes cold, though not quite predatory”

“M – my master?” I replied uncertainly.

“And who is your master? To whom do you belong?” he continued his questioning.

“I belong to you, master.” I said, flicking my tail.

“Then you shouldn’t presume that you are not supposed to do something unless *I* have told you so.” he scolded me, though in a gentle manner.

"I -I won't, master, I promise!" I blurted out, my ears standing high and my tail swishing happily at the opportunity to redeem myself.

"Good girl. And for the record: If I put something inside your mouth, I want you to swallow it, so no second thoughts about spitting it out."