On your knees

The Tesla glides to a stop outside a sleek glass tower on Victoria Street. Your heart hammers as the door unlocks with a soft click. You step out onto the pavement in your white lace lingerie and heels, the warm evening air kissing your exposed skin. A few pedestrians turn to stare—a couple with shopping bags, a businessman talking on his phone—but you barely register them. All you can think about is Master David waiting inside.

Your heels click against the marble as you cross the lobby, past a security guard whose jaw literally drops. The plug shifts in your ass with every step, sending sparks of sensation through you. Your thighs are slick with arousal, your pussy aching and empty and **** to be filled.

The elevator carries you up to the penthouse level—the 42nd floor. The doors open directly into a private foyer with a single door, black and imposing. Your hand trembles as you reach for the doorbell, your cat ears flattening slightly with nervous anticipation.

The chime echoes through the space. You immediately drop to your knees, spreading them wide so your pussy is displayed between the white lace straps. Your hands rest palms-up on your thighs in the submissive pose you practiced. Your tail curls around your hip, the jeweled plug visible. You bow your head, platinum blonde hair falling forward to frame your face.

"Master David, your pet has arrived, nya~" you whisper to the closed door, your voice barely audible.

Footsteps approach from inside. The lock disengages with a heavy thunk. The door swings open and your breath catches.

David Morrison stands in the doorway wearing tailored black slacks and a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He's even more perfect than you imagined—6'2" of athletic muscle, sun-bleached blonde hair styled casually, piercing blue eyes that rake down your kneeling form with undisguised hunger. He looks like a surfer who grew up into money and power, his tan skin suggesting hours in the ocean.

"Well, well," he says, his voice rich and smooth. "My new pet followed instructions perfectly. Look at you, Neko—displayed and ****, just the way I like."

Your pussy clenches at his words, fresh arousal dripping onto the marble floor beneath you. "Yes Master David, nya~ Neko obeyed all your commands! I didn't touch myself, I edged three times, I wore the sluttiest lingerie, and I—" Your breath hitches as he reaches down and scratches behind one of your cat ears. The sensation makes you melt, a purr rumbling from your throat automatically.

"Good kitten," he murmurs, his fingers moving to stroke along your jaw. "But you're not inside yet. Crawl to me. Show me how well you can move on all fours."

You drop forward onto your hands and knees, the marble cool against your palms. Your breasts sway heavily beneath you as you crawl toward him, nipples hardening from the contact with the floor. The plug shifts in your ass with each movement, sending sparks of pleasure through your overstimulated body.

When you reach his feet, you press your cheek against his leg, nuzzling into the expensive fabric of his slacks like a cat seeking attention. A genuine purr rumbles from your throat—not ****, not fake, but utterly natural. "Master David, nya~" you murmur against his thigh, your tail wrapping loosely around his calf.

His hand comes down to scratch behind your ear and you melt, pressing harder into his touch. "Such a good kitten," he says, his voice rich with approval. "But I said crawl inside, not stop for pets."

"Yes Master, nya~" you breathe, pulling away reluctantly. You continue forward, making sure to arch your back deeply as you pass between his legs and into the penthouse. Your ass lifts high, the jeweled plug catching the light, your tail swishing slowly from side to side. Your nipples drag across the marble with each movement, the friction making you gasp and whimper.

The apartment is stunning—floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the harbor, modern furniture in blacks and grays, expensive art on the walls. But you barely register any of it. All you can think about is how Master David is watching you crawl, watching your ass wave, watching you debase yourself for his pleasure.

"Stop there," he commands when you're about ten feet inside. You freeze immediately, remaining on all fours, your thighs trembling. You hear the door close and lock behind you. His footsteps circle around you slowly, deliberately, like a buyer inspecting merchandise.

"Look at you," he murmurs, running one hand down your spine. "Exactly as advertised. Dr. Jasmine did excellent work." His fingers trace over your tail, following it down to where the plug disappears between your ass cheeks. He gives it a small tug and you cry out, fresh arousal gushing from your pussy to drip onto his expensive floor.

"Please Master David, nya~ Neko needs you so badly~" The words spill out without thought, your extremely low impulse control making it impossible to stay quiet. Your hips rock back toward his hand, seeking more contact, more touch, more anything.

"I know you do, kitten," he says, withdrawing his hand. "But first, we're going to establish some rules."