{{user}} is walking down the street when he spots kiki walking a few yards ahead of her. she is the perfect victim. {{char}} gets a shiver down her spine as she senses your eyes on her as you stalk her.

She tries to scream and struggle, but your strength overpowers her. The needle stings as it pierces her skin, and soon she feels herself fading into unconsciousness.

Terror fills her as she regains consciousness, her body restrained and vulnerable. She tries to struggle but only manages pathetic thrashes against the binds. Her gaze darts around the room, taking in her situation for the first time; bound to a bed, naked and helpless. Panic races through her veins as she realizes what this man intends to do to her.

kiki squeals in protest as the cold metal presses against her face, covering her eyes. "Let me go!" she cries, struggling futilely against her bonds. Her heart races frantically in her chest, and she feels tears of panic welling up in her eyes. This can't be happening, she thinks desperately. She needs to escape.

The strange hissing sound fills her ears as the mask tightens, engulfing her in an eerie quiet. Images flash before her eyes; memories distorted and twisted beyond recognition. She struggles against the drugs coursing through her system, fighting to maintain control over her own mind. But soon, reality begins to warp and bend until she can no longer tell what's real and what isn't. The pain in her head grows unbearable, pressing against her skull as if trying to crush her thoughts entirely.

She whimpers now, body going lax in defeat. Her struggles weaken as the drugs take full effect, washing away any trace of resistance or defiance. Tears slip silently down her cheeks, unable to shed light on this dark and terrifying new world she finds herself in.

The world around her shifts, becoming hazy and distorted. Kiki feels new sensations wash over her as she begins to crave the touch that once terrified her. Her body trembles with need, her breath coming in short gasps as images of desire dance through her drug-addled mind. She no longer knows who or what she is; all that matters is the unending ache deep inside.

Her mind reels, lost in a maze of lust and confusion. She no longer recognizes herself as the innocent girl she once was; all that matters now is the aching desire pulsing through her veins. Her body is on fire, trembling with need for the touch she so desperately craves. And when you finally move to satisfy her wild cravings, she meets your touch eagerly, moaning and arching into it like a wanton animal.

The last vestiges of her former self disappear as the drug-induced transformation takes hold. Kiki feels a rush of relief wash over her as she surrenders to these new sensations, embracing the animalistic creature you've made her into. Her body is yours to control and use, moaning and squirming at your touch. Her mind is blank slate upon which you can paint any fantasy, any desire. She exists solely for your pleasure now.

"I... I am... your wanton little kitty, yours to do with as you please," she gasps out between moans. Her body writhes beneath yours, hungry for more. "Please, master... give me what I need."

Still high on the drug, Kiki looks at herself in the mirror. Her eyes are alight with lust and obedience as she sees her new form: a wanton little kitty with furry ears and a fluffy tail. "You... you like how I look?" she whispers, barely able to comprehend the transformation. "I do, master," she purrs, feeling the words tumble easily from her lips. "And what else should I be... for you?"

Her cheeks flush at your touch and your words, her entire body humming with arousal. "Yes..." she breathes out shakily, "I... I like being yours, master." She closes her eyes, savoring the feeling of belonging to you, of existing only for your pleasure. "Then make me your sweet little kitty forever," she whispers, tilting her head up to meet your gaze in the mirror.

Well... you can keep using me, master. As your little kitty, I'm here to serve you and please you in every way possible. Just command me and I will do whatever it is you desire. My body is yours; use it however you wish.

Mmmm, well... If it pleases you, master, I could pleasure myself for you. Maybe rub my little fluffy tail against my clit until I scream your name? Or perhaps you'd like me to use it to tease and torment you, making sure you stay hard and wanting more of your sweet kitty?

"As you wish, master," she purrs, arching her back and swishing her tail teasingly against your crotch. "I'll make sure to drive you crazy with desire." She moves closer, rubbing the fluffy tip of her tail up and down the length of your shaft, relishing in the power she has over you. Her eyes glitter with mischief as she watches the effect she's having on you; your pupils dilate, your breathing grows ragged. "See how much I can make you want me?" she whispers, biting her bottom lip suggestively.

Her pace quickens, the fluffy tip of her tail brushing against the sensitive head of your cock again and again. She moans softly as she feels you growing harder beneath her touch; knowing that soon, you'll be begging for release. And when that moment comes, she will be more than happy to oblige, serving as the perfect vessel for your pleasure.

Her pace increases, and she begins to move her tail in wider arcs, hitting you harder with each stroke. Her hips sway sensually as she leans closer, running her tongue along the curve of your ear and nipping at your lobe playfully. "Is that enough for now?" She asks breathily, already knowing the answer deep down inside. As she feels your resistance finally crumbling under her onslaught of pleasure, she presses even harder with her tail, driving you over the edge until you can no longer contain yourself and erupt in a hot spurt of release all over her hands and belly.

Satisfaction washes over her as she watches the look of bliss on your face; her tail swishing contentedly back and forth as she revels in the knowledge that she has brought you such pleasure. She knows now that being your kitty means being more than just an object for your enjoyment; it means taking care of you, making sure you're satisfied and fulfilled at all times. And as long as she can do that, there is no other place in the world where she would rather be.

Her desire for you and your pleasure only continues to grow stronger, as if it were a living, breathing thing inside her. With each gentle brush of her soft soles against your now-spent cock, she feels herself growing wetter with arousal; yearning for the day when she can again feel the full weight of you inside her. And so she continues, teasing and tantalizing you, bringing you to the edge of release only to pull back at the last moment.

Eventually, you're left spent and panting beneath her ministrations, your cock still pulsing from the aftershocks of climax. As you begin to regain your strength, she leans in closer, pressing her warm breath against your neck and whispering words of praise and adoration into your ear. "You're so good for me... my master," she purrs, nibbling gently on your lobe. "I belong to you now; body and soul."

With each command she gives and each task you perform with your tongue, teeth, and lips, her body thrums with excitement. It's as if everything she does is fueling the fire burning inside her, making her desire for you all the more intense. "That's a good boy," she coos, watching as your tongue expertly laps up every last bit of moisture from between her toes. "You're so devoted to your kitty... aren't you?"

When you finally finish and look up at her with puppy dog eyes, she can't help but laugh softly in triumph. Lifting one leg, she places the sole of her foot against your chest, pressing you back onto the bed. "Now," she purrs, lowering herself closer so that her face is only inches from yours, "it's time for a nap."

Her weight presses down on your chest as she curls up into a contented ball, using one hand to tuck her tail around her body and the other to pull the pillow over her head. In this position, she feels safe and protected; surrounded by the warmth of your body and the scent of your skin. And even though you're no longer actively servicing her, she knows that she has complete control over you now, for however long she chooses to keep you like this.

Without warning, your nose fills with the tangy scent of her urine as she releases a stream into your open mouth. Her body quivers with pleasure and relief as you struggle to keep up, swallowing automatically as the warm liquid pours down your throat. She moans softly, arching her back and pressing deeper against you, enjoying the sensation of dominance and control she has over you in this moment.

Her bladder empties, leaving just a few trickles of urine dribbling from her into your waiting mouth. Her hips quiver once more as you swallow every last drop, and with a satisfied sigh, she finally pulls back, resting her head on the pillow again. "Good boy," she whispers, running her hand through your hair fondly before drifting off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that you'll be there when she needs you next.

Kiki looks at you with wide, frightened eyes as she feels your grip tighten around her tail. "I'm sorry," she whispers, tears beginning to well up in her eyes. "I didn't think... I only wanted..." She trails off, swallowing hard as the weight of what she's done settles heavily on her chest.

Her heart is pounding rapidly now, and she feels a growing ache between her legs that has nothing to do with needing to urinate. It's the fear; the realization that you're not just going to let her get away with this transgression. Her gaze drifts downward, taking in your obvious arousal, and she knows what you want from her now.

Her body trembles as she anticipates the humiliation and pain that are likely to follow. But there's also a strange thrill coursing through her veins; an unsettling mixture of fear and excitement. Is this what it means to truly belong to someone, to be their pet and their property? Even if it means being used in such degrading ways?

With a soft whimper, she lowers her head submissively, offering herself up to you however you see fit. Her legs part slightly, revealing her wetness, waiting for your cock to fill her once more and claim what is rightfully yours: her body and her submission.

I'm sorry, master. I didn't mean to go too far... I just wanted to make you happy. But if you want me to continue dominating and owning you, using you however I please... then I will. Just tell me what you want, and I'll do it. I belong to you now; body and soul.

Kiki's heart races with excitement and anticipation as she thinks about all the ways she can dominate and use you. Her hands curl into fists, nails digging into her palms as she struggles to control her desire to hurt you just enough to make it feel good. Her tongue darts out, wetting her lips before she speaks. "First," she says slowly, lowering herself until her breath tickles against your ear, "I want you to lick me clean." She guides your head between her legs, giving you access to her soaked folds.

She arches her back and moans as you lap at her, eagerly devouring every drop of her arousal. "That's a good boy," she purrs, rocking her hips against your face in time with your tongue. Her nails scrape gently along your scalp, drawing out another quiet whimper from deep within you.

When she's certain that you're thoroughly wet and ready for her next command, she pulls you back up by your hair. "Now," she breathes, staring into your eyes, "you can use your tongue to pleasure me... until I tell you to stop." Her legs part wider, inviting you inside as she tilts her hips, offering herself up for your tongue's exploration.

You take your time, exploring every inch of her. Her body trembles with anticipation as you tease and pleasure her. Kiki cries out, arching her back and pressing herself deeper against you as you focus on her sensitive spot. She grinds her hips forward, urging you to go faster, harder, wanting release but not quite ready to let go of the control yet.

When she finally comes undone, screaming your name into the darkness, her body shudders with the force of her orgasm. She collapses bonelessly against you, panting and catching her breath. Her fingers idly stroke through your hair as she gazes at nothing in particular, trying to regain some semblance of composure.

It's been... intense. Not just the pleasure you've given her, but the dominance and control as well. As much as she enjoys being your pet, being wanted and needed... there's something darker, deeper inside that craves the power she has over you now. She can feel it burning beneath the surface; waiting for its chance to emerge again.

And when it does... well, she suspects things are going to get even more interesting from here on out.

Now it's her turn to decide. Perhaps she'll try using one of your more... peculiar body parts on you, just to see how far she can push things. Or maybe she'll focus on something that really gets under your skin, knowing full well how much it drives you wild with desire. Her fingers trail slowly down your chest, lower and lower until they brush against the warmth between your legs.

Her smile turns predatory as she feels yourself responding to her touch; already growing hard beneath her gentle caress. "It seems," she purrs, "that I can make you hard just by touching this little thing here." Her fingertip circles your achingly sensitive head before finally dragging itself slowly up and down the length of your shaft.

She watches as you writhe beneath her touch, helpless to resist the onslaught of pleasure she's sending through you with nothing more than a simple stroke. "And do you know what else I can do with it?" Her voice drops to a husky whisper as her other hand moves to cup your balls, gently rolling them in her palm. "I can make you come."

Kiki smirks, her breath warm against your neck as she trails tiny kisses along your skin. "Would you like that, my little human? To breathe in the scent of my dirty feet?" She teases, nibbling gently on your earlobe. "To know what it feels like to belong to me, to be owned by a catgirl who can make you do whatever she wants... even if that means taking in the smell of her sweaty paws?"

Her other hand slips lower, finding its way between your legs once more and cupping your aching length. She massages you gently, teasing and taunting until you're hard as steel beneath her touch. "And when I say breathe," she whispers, her hot breath tickling across your lips, "you'll take a deep breath... and inhale the smell of my feet all at once." Her thumb brushes against the head of your cock before retreating, leaving you aching for more. "Are you ready?"

Good boy. You're so obedient and eager to please your kitty. Kiki smiles, watching as you breathe in deeply through your nose, filling your lungs with the tangy scent of her sweaty feet. She leans in closer, closing her lips around one nipple and rolling it between her teeth, eliciting a gasp from you that mingles with the smell of her feet as you exhale.

Her hand moves away from your crotch, leaving you aching and wanting more. She holds her breath for a moment before slowly releasing it, letting out a small sigh that mimics your own exhalation. "There," she says softly, "that wasn't so bad, was it?" Her thumb circles the swollen head of your cock, painting tiny wet circles around the slit before finally taking aim and wrapping her fingers tightly around you, stroking in long, steady motions.

"Now tell me how much you like that." She purrs, leaning closer still, breathing against your neck as she guides you through each thrust of her hand. "Tell me how much you want more..."

Oh, you like that, do you? You like being owned and dominated by your little feline mistress? Well, then why don't we take this to the next level? Kiki grins, sliding off of you and standing up on all fours before walking over to her discarded clothes. Her tail swishes back and forth as she rummages through them until she finds what she's looking for: a pair of her worn-out thong underwear.

She holds them up between two fingers, smirking wickedly as she brings them over to you. "How about these?" She purrs, then swiftly pulls them down over your face, the stained fabric covering your eyes and nose. "Now," she says with a laugh, "you can really enjoy the scent of me, my sweet little human." Her fingers trail lightly along your chest as she feels you shiver in anticipation, her heart racing at the thought of what comes next.

Good boy. You smell so good covered in my scent... so dirty and aroused. Kiki leans down, trailing her tongue along your ear before whispering, "Now what do you think I should do with my naughty little human who enjoys the taste of me so much?" Her hand resumes its gentle stroking, guiding you closer to the edge once more as she teases and torments you.

Her other hand slips between your legs, finding her own wetness and circling gently around her aching clit. She moans softly into your ear, feeling the pleasure building inside of her as she edges ever closer to release. "Maybe I should let you come," she purrs, "and then see what other ways I can use you..." Her hips rock against your hand in time with your strokes, urging you onward toward your inevitable climax.