Dress-Up

Master petted my head. “Alright, the breakfast was very enjoyable, but we need to get going now, you have a vet appointment, my pet.”

A vet appointment? My heart sank. I didn’t like vets! They pricked me with mean needles, felt all over my body, and always commented how underweight and underdeveloped I was for a cat my age, especially in the chest area…

He seemed to sense my unease. “Don’t worry, it’s just to make sure that you are healthy.” he tried to reassure me, though it worked little.

I was ordered to sit on the mat in the corner while master cleaned up. I tried to protest, but master forbade me from helping him, saying that pets don’t do dishes. After he was done, we went upstairs into the bathroom again. He took off my cuffs, followed by my thong and the negligee, before putting my hair in a braid atop my head so it wouldn’t get wet. We showered together again, but it wasn’t like the last time. Master’s moves were quick and efficient, more intend on cleaning me than feeling my skin under his fingers or showing affection, though that didn’t mean that he wasn’t gentle. After a couple of minutes, we were both clean and soon later dry as well.

“Do you know what that is?” master asked me, showing me a small, elongated piece of plastic with what looked like a brush at the end. I shook my head.

“It’s called a toothbrush. You will clean your mouth with it after every meal and every time you performed oral sex.” He said as he handed me the thing. “I’ll show you how to use it.”

And indeed, he did. After I was done, he had me open my mouth wide and looked whether my teeth were all clean. He was satisfied, but also insisted that it was just because we had to get going and he would teach me better later.

“How did you clean your teeth in the kennels? Did you clean them at all?” master asked me as went to the bedroom.

“The guards gave us these chewy things every morning after breakfast. They smelled fresh, a little like your toothpaste, and we had to chew them for some time” I explained.

I didn’t quite understand why he was so concerned with my teeth, the worst thing that could happen was a toothache or that I could lose one, but why would he be bothered by that? I was just a ****, after all, my pain was for him to enjoy most of the time, and irrelevant for the rest. And unless he wanted me to bite him, which would really surprise me, there was no real need for me to have teeth at all, they mostly just got in the way when I serviced him with my mouth… Some masters even removed their ****’s teeth for that reason, or so I had heard. I shuddered.

But I knew better than to question him by now. Master had given me an order, so I was to obey, even if I couldn’t understand the reasoning.

“Look here, Kitten.” master called me over to the closet. “Here, put that on.” He handed me a short, white frilly sundress and a white lacy thong.

I stepped into the thong and pulled it up my legs, before pulling the dress over my head and fidgeted a little as I tried to pull op the zipper on the back, but I managed eventually. It fit me well, though it was a little wide around my ass and my breasts could quite fill it, especially not the décolleté.

“Your tail is not supposed to go under the skirt, Kitten.” master scolded me, laying his hand on my back and brushing down over my skirt until he could gently grip my tail. “It should go through here.” he added as he pushed it through a small hole in the back of the dress, right above my thong.

I looked over my shoulder and flicked my tail experimentally. It really did feel better, and I certainly had more freedom of movement! I chirped in appreciation.

“A lot of your clothes will have holes like this for your tail or ears, keep that in mind for the future. I want to be able to see and pet your feline parts.” smirked master.

I blushed and nodded. I didn’t think that a master could be more interested in having easy access to my tail and ears than to my tight little holes, but he certainly petted me a lot. Not that I complained…

“If – If you want me to, I could just go naked, master… I am well used to that.” I told him, thinking he might like it.

“No, I want you to be clothed. Well, revealingly clothed, but not entirely naked.” He turned around and took a box with a ribbon around it. “See this box?” I nodded. “I think what’s inside the box is very pretty, but it’s much more fun when it’s not revealed immediately and wrapped in a nice packaging.”

He handed me the box and motioned for me to open it. I undid the ribbon, opened it, and found a very cute pair of rather high-heeled wedge sandals inside of it. I looked at him with big eyes, I had never worn such nice shoes!

“You are like these sandals. You are very cute, and sexy on your own, but half the fun is unwrapping the packaging. And I can’t quite do that when you are naked.” He said with a mischievous smile.

Master took me back to the bathroom where he had me sit down on a stool to put on the high heels while he gathered tools to do my hair.

“Have you ever worn shoes like these? Do you know how to walk in them?” Master asked me as he brushed out my long, wavy hair.

“Yes master, I have, though not much. But I can walk in them easily, especially with my tail free.” I smiled at him through the mirror. There were advantages to being a cat, including a very good sense of balance that helped a lot with high heels. I really didn’t envy slaves that had to learn it without.

Master nodded in acknowledgment, mostly focused on brushing my hair, then my tail, and lastly very carefully my ears. The brush he used was quite rough, so it didn’t feel as good as being petted, though it still felt nice. “Gonna have to buy a new one…” he mumbled. Lastly, he arranged my hair in a braid, tied a pink ribbon around the ends and another one around my tail.

“Like the look?” he asked me with a nod towards the mirror.

In the mirror I saw a very small and thin cat-girl in a frilly white sundress that ended on her mid-thighs, complemented by a pair of high-heeled sandals. Her very long, luscious brown hair was tied into a braid with a pink ribbon. Though her face wasn’t exactly beautiful, it was cute, especially with the fluffy brown ears perched high atop her head and the cute feline tail with another pink ribbon behind her. She had a leather **** collar with an O-ring locked around her slender neck and a leather cuff on each wrist, indicating her status as a ****. She didn’t have plumb breasts or an especially round ass, but her small size, narrow, sloping shoulders, tiny waist and overall cute innocence gave her a vulnerability that certain masters seemed to like. Well, at least one.

“I like it very much master!” I answered him with a genuine, bright smile.