Unending slavery

Master tugged his dick away in his pants and got ready to leave the bathroom. So, I tried to shuffle to my feed and follow him, like a good pet.

“Stay” master ordered me. I froze in place.

He finished ordering his clothes, then bent down and picked me up with the same ease one would carry a small animal. One arm around my shoulders, one under my knees master cradled me at his chest.

“Of course, you still have to take punishment lying down, no matter how painful it is, otherwise I will punish you more.” Master told me as he carried me to the bedroom.

He sat me down on the bed. I fought the instinct to jump off it, petgirls didn’t belong on beds unless to be fucked! But master evidently wanted me to stay… Master sat down on the bed as well, his legs spread and his back resting against the headboard. Like yesterday when he bought me, I was naked safe for my collar with master fully clothed. I didn’t feel embarrassed or uncomfortable however, it was just natural to me.

He gestured for me to move closer, which I did gingerly. With a smile of faux annoyance, master reached for me and pulled me in, until I was sat between his legs with my slim shoulders and small head resting on his strong chest. My legs were spread as well with my tail laying between them lazily, my smooth sex on display for master, just as my naked, pillowy breasts. I didn’t dare bring my hands up and cover them, I knew that I wasn’t allowed to, even though I could have.

Not that master took advantage of my exposed state. No, he was softly stroking my sides and my lovingly petting my head, paying especially close attention to my soft, sensitive ears. I purred in delight, it was just so relaxing…

Master held me in this way and continued to lovingly pet and caress me for quite some time, before he began whispering sweet nothings in my ears…

“You did so well.”

“I am proud of you.”

“You are a good girl.

“So docile and submissive.”

“Such a cute, lovable pet.”

Never before had anybody lavished me with attention like this, let alone affection. I was in a very comfortable position sitting here, resting against master, the soft bed below me, his strong arms around me, gently caressing me. I wouldn’t have minded at all if he had groped or fingered me, I was his and he could use my body however he liked. But it sure was nice to be cuddled like this. So nice and warm and comfy…

My eyes slowly drifted shut.

NO! I didn’t want to sleep! I wanted to hear every word of his praise!

My eyes shot open with a start and I quickly shook my head, trying to stay awake.

Master was surprised, then chuckled. “It’s okay Kitten, you can sleep if you want. I won’t go anywhere, I promise.”

“But… but if I do, I will miss you cuddling me… and praising me…” I told him sleepily.

“You like being praised and cuddled that much?” master asked me with a hint of unbelieve in his voice.

“Mh-hm,” I replied, rubbing my face against his chest like a common housecat starved for affection.

“Naw, aren’t you cute.” Master stated, resuming to pet my hair.

After a while, he asked me: “I think I now got a pretty good picture of what you like. What don’t you like, Kitten, what are you afraid of?”

I inched back a little from his chest and looked up into his eyes. I knew it would take a while, but I started mentally making a list to answer him. Cattle prod, cold water, smelly cars, my small chest, water in my ears, …

Master noticed, probably because I was looking into the void, and quickly corrected himself.

“You don’t have to list me everything pet. Just tell me what scares you the most” he told me.

Oh, that was easy. “Being alone. Being without a master. Being without you” I answered without hesitation.

Master took my head in his hands and bend me a bit backwards, closely examining the expression on my face. Did he think I lied?

“Aren’t you a cute one.” He rubbed my hair. Apparently, he recognized that I was telling the truth. “But why is that? You have known me for a mere two days, on both of which I fucked you painfully.”

“Before you bought me, I was about to be processed. Nobody else would have bought me, except as meat to ****, maybe. And even if I somehow got to be free, I couldn’t work in any ‘normal’ job, and no one would be interested in my services. Only in torturing me… For a low-quality, demi slavegirl like me, this world is full of indifference, disinterest, and pain.” I told him.

“But you are different. Sure, you hurt me, maybe even like to hurt me. But you also care for me, pet me and cuddle me. I got my first kiss from you, the first time somebody pet the sensitive spot behind my ears, you even pet my tail the right way. Not to mention that you gave me my name! I… I don’t know you long. I don’t know you at all, to be honest. But I want to belong to you, to pay you back for saving me from this world of indifference and pain. And I don’t want to belong to anybody else!” I poured my heart out to him.

My eyes were wide, my fur standing on edge, just as my ears. I felt very ****, even with master here to comfort me. What would I do if he rejected me? If he told me that he only bought me because I was cheap and would sell me as soon as he could afford a better ****?

“I get that it’s scary to be sold, but what about being free? Are you really telling me you would prefer being my pet to being let go?” master asked me. His eyes seemed to pierce my very soul, watching me closely.

“I… I don’t…” I started hesitantly. It took me all my courage to continue. “I don’t want to be free! Nobody cared about me as a ****, why would anybody care about me if I was free? I would only be all alone, without any friends or money, and would probably die of starvation in the gutter or be enslaved again rather than achieving anything…”

“Are you sure about that? It’s true, slaves don’t have to fend for themselves, and especially my pets tend to have it far better than free demis, materially speaking. But most would still never turn down a chance at freedom. Or at least the closest a demi can get to being truly free.” Master asked.

I shook my head. “I am sure. I don’t want to be overlooked and ignored anymore. I want to belong somewhere, to belong to somebody.”

Master sighed. “Okay. How does that sound: I promise I will never sell you, and I will never set you free either. You will stay my pet forever.” He chuckled. “Or at least until either of us dies, although I will probably outlive you many times over.”

I opened my eyes as wide as I could. Then, I launched myself forward, throwing my arms around his torso and burying my face into his shirt, nuzzling into him.

“I wuld wuv that!” I said, my voice muffled by his shirt.

He was right, he would probably far outlive me, considering the short lifespan of a cat. Which meant, that I could stay with him till the end. That I would never have a new master. I really found my forever home.

“I guess we have found your reward for being a good girl. Now, just relax and let me pet you...” master mumbled.

I purred again, melting under his fingers, melting into his embrace.