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Content Warnings/Kink Spoilers: It’s a smaller entry at just under 3,000 words. There’s no outright sex in this entry, just teasing and growing horniness on the main character’s part as we set up the next sex scene(s).
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Naoka was so horny-brained she barely knew where she was. The servant girls tending to her had led her from her bedroom, marching her through the halls of the manor while continuing to tease and work her up. They caressed and kissed. They pinched and spanked all the right places. They twisted and slapped her in all the right ways.
By the time they reached their destination Naoka was panting heavily through her ball gag. Her legs were weak and shaky, mostly from how worked up and turned on she was, but also partially from the awkward shuffle the bondage gear she was wearing was making her walk.
The Kittaran was vaguely aware of the servant girls handing her off to someone. No, two someones. The sight of the two women, tall and thick, left her panting even harder. Both women’s incredible bodies were a sensual thrill. They each wore skimpy outfits that were little more than fancy lingerie that left the most pleasing and enticing parts of their curvaceous anatomy on prominent display.
Naoka’s carnally hungry eyes darted from woman to woman, feasting on the sight of their soft fullness. When the women moved the slight jiggling of their pressed-up breasts left her dizzy with excitement. When they spoke to her Naoka’s eyes flicked to their mouths, darting between them. Both women had such wonderfully full lips. She wanted to be kissing them. To have them kiss her. To have those full lips sucking her most sensitive of places!
It took the two amused women some time to get Naoka to focus enough to make her realize who they were. Madelynn and Selwyn, her Mistresses. Yes, who else could be such a delicious feast for the eyes? And who else would she have been brought to at this time of day? It was breakfast time, meaning they were about to “feed” Naoka her morning orgasm.
Naoka purred so loudly she was convinced the two women could feel it from several feet away. Her tail lashed in excitement. She drooled a bit more around the ball gag. She bounced on her toes, rising and falling in excitement as she waited for them to tell her how they would give the Kittaran her breakfast.
“Those little fiends did a real number on her this morning,” Madelynn was saying to her partner. “Are we sure we want to keep them as our pet’s dressing maids?”
Selwyn grinned evilly and nodded. “Oh, yes, those nasty little sluts are right where we want them. Look at how they’ve brought us our precious kitten! So worked up and addle-brained she can barely think.”
The woman strode to Naoka, swaying her hips and slamming her feet down to make her breasts jiggle more. She smirked at the sight of Naoka’s eyes centering on her tits then practically bulging out of her head.
There was a natural height difference between the woman and the small Kittaran that was left even more pronounced at the moment thanks to the heels the woman was wearing. When she reached the girl she took advantage of the height difference, leaning down in a way that left her breasts practically hanging in the girl’s face.
Naoka panted through her gag. Her tail lashed wildly. She moaned and wiggled, wanting to bury her face in the voluminous breasts dangling in front of her. Somehow she managed to keep herself under control, ogling and drooling but not acting on her barely controlled desires.
“Focus, pet,” Selwyn cooed as she stroked the girl’s cheek then slid a finger under her chin. She forced Naoka to look away from her breasts and up into her intense, dark eyes. “Focus on your Mistress. Focus on her words.”
She sent out a little subtle magic from her finger into the girl’s mind, forcing it to clear for a bit so that the Kittaran COULD focus on her words.
“Are you hungry for your breakfast?”
Naoka nodded vigorously, moaning hungrily through her ball gag and purring loudly as she closed her eyes, all while turning her head to rub her cheek against her Mistress’ hand.
“Focus, pet,” Selwyn told Naoka, sending another small wave of subtle magic cascading into the girl’s mind to help her do so. She pulled away, drawing back so Naoka wouldn’t be tempted to keep rubbing against her. “FOCUS.”
Naoka closed her eyes. She took in a long, slow, deep breath. As she did she tried to cool the simmering of her body, suppressing her raging desires. Her Mistress had something to tell her. She HAD to focus. She was a good girl who did what she was told. And if she did she’d get treats and be fed breakfast!
When she opened her eyes Madelynn was standing next to Selwyn, one arm wrapped around the other woman’s waist. The sight of her Mistresses touching each other nearly caused her to lose all focus she’d gathered. It was such a casual thing, yet there was so much emotion and sensuality in it. The two women were partners in all meanings of the word, and the way they touched each other…
Naoka closed her eyes, shivering as sensual fantasies flooded her mind. It was a confused jumble. Her Mistresses fucking and making love and playing out kinky games of bondage, dominance, and submission with each other. Those wild, hectic fantasies got further jumbled by Naoka inserting herself into each scene that flashed through her mind. Part of their love, their lust, the center of all their kinky games yet only a prop to help them better express their lust and love for each other.
“FOCUS,” both her Mistresses boomed in affectionate yet domineering tones.
With a slight startled jump the fantasies were driven away. Naoka’s eyes flew open as her tail went rigid and puffed up. With the bondage cuffs on her wrists chained to the cuffs on her thighs she only had limited use of her arms and hands. She had to flick her tail to one of her hands so it could try to smooth out the puffed-up fur, something that always helped her focus.
“There’s a good girl,” Madelynn told Naoka. “You’re owed an explanation about the outfit we’ve chosen for you today,” she began. “You are going to spend the day with us as an item on display with no agency, without even a voice.”
“But that goes beyond the ball gag,” Selwyn said, picking up the explanation when Madelynn paused. “You’re allowed no communication to others aside from the use of your nonverbal safe word. You are not to try to speak, you are not to nod or shake your head in answer to any question.”
“You are just to be there,” Madelynn picked back up. “To be a thing to be admired and enjoyed by all with ALL their senses. That means any woman in the same room with you may enjoy you however they please.”
“And that includes the servant girls,” Selwyn added, smiling slyly as she glanced at the handful of servant girls busy around the room they were.
Naoka’s eyes darted about, noticing them for the first time. She felt a little ashamed she HADN’T noticed them till that point. She wanted to think it was because she was so worked up and horny-brained but instantly knew that couldn’t be the reason.
If anything that would be a reason for her to be even MORE aware of their presence. Those wonderfully skimpy maid outfits they wore… Their legs on display, the skirts so short a teasing glimpse of their bottoms and womanhood shown each time they bent over. And the low-cut tops! Gods, the glorious sight that left on the busty ones. And all that wonderful flesh left on display on the smaller-chested ones. Whenever her attention was drawn to them she was left salivating and wanting to lick their bare chests…
But she HADN’T noticed them. It made her realize she often didn’t notice them, and often even when she did it was only as something in the background of her life. They were ever present, so much so she realized she had started to think of them as just part of the manor. When busy cleaning or serving food or preparing toys and BDSM equipment they were nothing to her. Even when being used as sexual props by her Mistresses they were often nothing to her beyond something to make her lust flare.
Naoka felt a rush of complicated emotions that she was too horny-brained to work through. Even if she’d had the brainpower to sort through the confusing mix of feelings she doubted she’d have been able to so, not once she connected the meaning of what her Mistresses had just told her.
She began to purr, at first quiet and deep in her chest, but the purring quickly blossomed into something so loud it left many of the servant girls working about the room giggling. Naoka was suddenly very aware of every one of them, aware of how aware of HER they were.
A whole day where they can do whatever they want to me, she thought, purring even louder. They can touch me. Sniff me. Kiss me. Spank me. Finger me! Tug my tail. Slap my ass. They can bend me over and fuck me with a strap on! And I have to take it all, not responding, just being a thing there to be ‘admired and enjoyed’.
“ALL of the servant girls in the manor will be told of your rules for the day,” Madelynn continued, drawing Naoka’s focus back to her Mistresses. “And encouraged to take advantage of your temporary status as an object to be enjoyed by all their senses as much as they wish as long as it does not meaningfully interfere with their daily tasks.”
“The little sluts won’t be allowed to hunt you down just to have their way with you,” Selwyn added. “They ONLY get the chance to admire and enjoy your body if they happen to be in the same room as you. But I’m sure any who want at you will find reasons to be in the same place as you through the day,” she added, a fiendish glint in her eyes. “And seeing how much your body is going to be enjoyed through the day we’ve decided we WON’T be feeding you your breakfast.”
That declaration killed the drumming purring in Naoka’s chest. She wanted to balk in objection but caught herself. She’d been told she wasn’t allowed to communicate with others aside from her nonverbal safeword. Expressing her frustration at being denied breakfast would almost certainly be considered a breaking of the rule.
She realized then the delightfully fiendish layers of this game. That got her purring again as she looked around the room, noticing how all the servant girls had gathered in groups of twos or threes and were whispering and giggling while looking at her. Conspiring. Deciding how they’ll ‘admire and enjoy’ me!
Madelynn was suddenly in front of Naoka, catching her off guard as she clipped a leash onto the Kittaran’s collar. “Come,” she barked, jerking the leash and nearly causing Naoka to fall over.
Selwyn raised a hand and snapped loudly to draw the attention of the servant girls. “We shall have our breakfast now,” she called out, pointing to the table where the girls had been setting up a feast-sized breakfast for the two.
There was an almost offensive amount and variety of delicious looking and smelling food laid out artfully across the huge table, but Naoka knew her Mistresses would only pick at it. She wasn’t sure if the enchantment that made it so only orgasms sustained her was something that affected her Mistresses, but judging by the way they only ever seemed to sample the delicious feasts prepared for them she suspected it was so.
But what about the servant girls? I’ve thought so little about them… Do orgasms sustain them too? She was left wondering so many things about them, and that left her painfully aware of her lack of voice for the rest of the day.
I wonder if this is an intentional part of the game, Naoka thought as her Mistresses took their seat. She was left standing a bit behind them, her leash dropped to the floor. Have my Mistresses drawn my attention to the servant girls to make me wonder about their lives, but ensured I’ll be able to ask them no questions? That seems like a thing they would do… Or at least claim credit for doing if I asked them if it was intentional.
She realized her Mistresses must have used some magic on her to make her mind temporarily clear. Whatever they’d done was wearing off. As the brain fog of Kittaran sexual needs gathered menacingly around her thoughts she became aware of the way the little groups of servant girls were gathering around as well. They were circling the table, busying themselves with tasks that allowed them to draw closer.
Like predators sneaking up on their prey… The thought left Naoka purring again, eager to find out which would strike first and what they’d do to her.
While she waited she tried to focus on her Mistresses. Once they’d sat down they’d fallen into conversation, ignoring the hunting girls creeping up on their favored pet left seemingly forgotten standing behind them. And why should they notice? They’d declared her just a thing for the day, a pretty object to be admired and enjoyed with all the senses.
“Do we know when Sylvia Therundlin and her cadre of favored city guard members will be arriving?”
Naoka blinked, trying to focus on their conversation. It FELT important.
“Not too late in the day. We’ve much to discuss about things in the city with her, especially now that our grand plans for Grayburn are moving forward. When the time comes we need to know the town guard is with us.”
Sylvia Therundlin. Town guard. That meant something to Naoka. Yes, she’d met the woman at the party where Liedia had used her as an instrument for her performance! Sylvia was one of the four women of importance she’d been shown to. Naoka’s short impression was that the woman was a smirking, confident know it all. The prospect of potentially spending part of the day with the woman brought up fears that the woman might harbor some bitter resentment that her Mistresses scooped her up before her and the female members of the city guard could “acquire” the comely Kittaran.
They told me I was going to spend the day with them being an object. That means I’ll be with them when they meet with Sylvia, and THAT means she’ll be able to ‘admire and enjoy’ me just like the servant girls! The idea left her a little afraid, but it was the good kind of fear.
She was finding the haplessness of being a thing without a voice or agency delightful. She felt like a tasty morsel afloat at sea, being surrounded by ravenous sharks. And I’m eager for the feeding to begin, she thought, eyes darting between the groups of servant girls finding excuses to move closer to her.
A phrase that had been spoken to her countless times ran through her mind. Right little monsters, each and every one of them. Nearly nothing in her Mistresses’ manor was what it first seemed. The servant girls mostly looked placid, obedient, pretty, and demure. She saw them more often than not being passive things, there to be used however her Mistresses pleased.
But she knew they were more than that. She’d seen glimpses of it, yet aside from Brinda and Briar’s delightfully cruel teasing she’d never fully seen the servant girls revealed as “monsters”. Naoka was left wondering it that was that going to change today?
Naoka has several rules in action, but the two most important ones for this day are she can’t communicate, and she can’t cum without permission. This means she won’t be able to ask for permission and that her Mistresses have set Naoka in an impossible situation.
Eventually Naoka will realize this, although how long it takes her to see it and whether the knowledge “sticks” will depend on how horny-brained or orgasm-dumb she is. Her Mistresses will keep an ominous count of her rule breaking through the day, although they WON’T explain why or what they are counting. Naoka’s earned punishments will not be delivered till the end of the day, with the specifics being determined by polls at that point.
Some of the servant girls are going to get a chance to have their way with Naoka before her Mistresses finish with breakfast. What will they do to our happily helpless cat girl? (vote for up to 4 options from this poll, and the top TWO options will be included in the next entry instead of just the top one).
Philo Hunter Erotica 
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