On a Leash

I nuzzled my head against Master’s thigh, letting out a soft "meow" as I peered up at him. The black cat ears on my headband perked forward. Master smiled and scratched under my chin, sending a delighted shiver through me. I arched my back slightly, leaning into his touch just like a pampered kitten. The bell on the collar around my neck jingled with the movement. "Good girl," he murmured. The praise made warmth bloom in my chest. On all fours on the living room rug, wearing only lacy black panties and the attached tail plug that nestled snugly in my backside, I felt completely in character. I was his pet tonight, and I loved it. He held the end of my leash, giving it a gentle tug. "Come," he commanded softly. I crawled forward, following him on hands and knees as he led me. The slight tug at my collar and the pressure of the tail plug with each movement kept me achingly aware of my submission. When he sat down in the armchair, I obediently climbed into his lap, curling up with my head on his knee. Master stroked my hair and ran his hand approvingly down my nearly naked back, stopping just above the curve of my ass where the fluffy black tail protruded. I couldn’t help the contented purr that escaped me. After a few moments, his hand slipped around to cup my breast, thumb teasing my nipple. I gasped, a decidedly un-catlike sound, and arched into his palm. My body was on fire for him. "Does my kitten want something?" he asked, voice dripping with teasing. "Yes, Master," I whispered, rubbing my cheek against his chest. "Please... I need you." He lifted me off his lap and guided me to bend over the arm of the chair. My leash dangled off to the side as I braced myself on the cushion, presenting myself to him. Master slid my panties down, and I felt cool air on my soaked pussy. "Such a needy little pet," he chuckled, running two fingers along my slit. I whimpered, pushing back toward his hand. Finally, I heard the sound of his zipper. My heart raced. With one hand on my hip and the other holding my leash, Master pressed the tip of his cock against my entrance. In one slow stroke, he sheathed himself inside me. "Mmm, so tight, kitten," he groaned. I mewled loudly, tail plug amplifying the sensation of fullness as his thick cock stretched my pussy. He began to thrust, and the jolts caused the bell on my collar to chime in a lewd rhythm. Each time he pulled back, the tug on my collar reminded me of my place—completely under his control. I loved every second. "Master... yes...," I cried out, voice muffled slightly by the cushion as waves of pleasure rolled through me. He pounded me harder, making the tail plug bounce lightly with each impact and sending sparks of pleasure through me. It didn’t take long before I was gone, an animal in heat. My orgasm crashed over me; I let out a wailing moan, thighs quivering as I came around his cock. The intense pulses pushed Master over the edge soon after. With a final deep thrust and a growl of "Good girl," he emptied himself into the condom he had managed to put on earlier, filling me with his heat as he shuddered through his release. He collapsed forward, covering my back with his warm weight for a moment, both of us panting. Gently, Master unclipped my leash and removed my cat-ear headband, but left the collar on. He turned me around, lifting me into his arms. We sank into the armchair together, me curled up on his lap once more. He stroked my hair as I rested my head on his shoulder, both of us basking in the glow of our play. "You were the perfect pet," he murmured. I beamed with pride, nuzzling his neck affectionately. In his arms, by the soft jingle of my collar bell, I felt utterly loved and completely his.