Kitty supposed she'd been good lately. It had been months since she'd bitten or even felt the desire to snap at one of her master's friends. Recently he'd unbound her hands, apparently no longer seeing her long nails as a threat.
Lucy (Kitty to her master and his friends) hadn't analysed the reason for her good behaviour too much, afraid that she might discover the reason and dislike it.
"You are such a good and obliging little kitty!" Her Master said as he patted the space on the couch next to him. Lucy crawled alongside him and rested her head on his knees. She adored her master. Indeed, she really would do anything to please him, and as long as he continued to adore her and show her kindness she couldn't ever imagine that changing.
"Daddy's going to treat you to something very special at the weekend," he told her as he stroked her soft hair behind her ear. She began to wonder about the possibilities since some Her Master's ideas of a 'treat' had left her bruised and unable to please him properly for quite some time. This had made them both sad and irritable.
It had been just before Christmas last year, their very first Christmas together. Master had been very excited. He came home from work with the tallest, fattest tree he could find. When he freed it from it's netting with a simple snip, it had sprung magnificently in every direction and sent master flying. Lucy remembered suppressing giggles, and then master had allowed her a whole two hours from her cage to help decorate it.
Kitty had never told her master that as a child, she hadn't had Christmas in her house. She had never missed what was unknown to her. Herself and her sisters never quizzed why they could only remember the very same Christmas and then with time, they came to realise that is was because it was the only year they had celebrated it. Santa had brought them all Barbies and blue sparkly bikes, and on boxing day, a tall man had stolen them. They had described him to the police as a giant.
Master had made a real effort, even without that knowledge, and their apartment smelt of cinnamon and pine needles with mistletoe hanging from every corner. Master had bought and wrapped all their presents himself, using his best fountain pen to write their names on the cards. His presents were labelled "To master, with love from your Kitty x". He had tied luxury Belgian Praline chocolates to the branches and would unwrap the foil and feed them to Lucy to reward her for exceptionally good behaviour.
One evening when Lucy was being punished for urinating on the trousers of his best suit, he sat in front of her and ate every single chocolate, as she jealously watched from the confines of her cage. Master had not foreseen that wicked little act of spite, but Lucy had been silently goaded for hours as master spruced himself up in preparation of a posh charity function she had not been invited to. She wouldn't have minded so much but he had sent the suit for dry cleaning especially, and master had hung it on the door-frame and been plucking and brushing imaginary pieces of fluff from it each time he passed. The tipping point had been when she smelt his best aftershave, her favourite, the one he wore rarely and especially for her.
"Oh Kitty, don't sulk, Daddy will bring you back something special," he had said when he heard her huffing and puffing. She'd climbed onto his lap then, for a cuddle as he was about to leave, his leather overnight bag beckoning him from it's position by the front door. As master was stroking her fondly, and telling her how dull the event would be, she was counting to five in her head, or rather counting down from five, counting down to her atrocious act. It took a few moments for the warmth and realisation to hit him, as she emptied her bladder all over him. She'd never seen him as mad before or since.
"You dirty little bitch!" he hissed, horrified and genuinely shocked, as he threw her to the floor in disgust.
She had immediately retreated with a scarper to her cage for her own safety, and the days that followed were misery at it's very worst. Yet, with the Christmas preparations in full swing, Lucy grew quietly excited. Master had filled every inch of the dining table with more festive goodies than the pair of them could ever hope to eat.She wondered whether other people's efforts were as lavish and told herself that their Christmas was far more extravagant than anyone else's!
"We have friends visiting this evening, so you must behave impeccably," he warned Kitty sternly. She envisaged them all sipping wine and discussing the imminent day. Never in her head could she have imagined what master had in mind.
After tea, master drew his Kitty a steaming scented bubble bath. He soaped her generously and applied an almond conditioning treatment to her fine mane of dark hair.
Then he asked Kitty to stand so that he could first shave her legs and then her pussy. He took his time, careful not to cut his little pet. He calmly worked his way meticulously right up to the top of her inner thighs, ignoring her quickening breath, and the straining in his pants. He quite deliberately, for the time being at least, ignored the temptation of his kitty's pussy. Despite the scent of the Dove soap, the sweet aroma of her arousal was tangy and obvious, but he'd promised himself he'd save his little kitty for later.
Lucy's legs were as smooth as they'd ever been. Master carefully glided the pink razor over the flower-fold creases of her playground, using his fingers to make sure her secret pink was safely concealed. His fingers were immediately aware of the pool of juices lingering there. He resisted the urge to suck them into his mouth, knowing there would be no way back from that.
The familiar contours of her delicate and Venus-like mound were beautiful to Master. He so loved to visit there and play, but alas, now was not the time. His precious little Kitty would enjoy entertaining Master and his friends later. She was such an adoring soul, and very much a people pleaser.
When he'd first met her she was lost in herself, unable to find a place where she belonged, walking endlessly in different directions to seemingly everybody and to no avail. He'd immediately felt that there was an opportunity to achieve a win for both of them, and so far they had made each other delirious with contentment.
"You're such a beauty!" he said aloud as he ran the tips of his fingers over her to ensure that she was as smooth as the day she was born.
After he'd helped her from the bath, he re-inserted the plug of her tail into her accommodating, but not yet ruined arse, and appreciated for a moment, just how fortunate he was to have found her. He often wondered about his little Kitty, her thoughts, her dreams, and he genuinely felt that if she was sad he'd notice it, he'd see it in her eyes despite the smile that was sometimes painted there just for him.
He wondered about the day that they met, whether she had really felt that she'd finally been found. He questioned the vow of silence they'd agreed. Did she miss her voice? Did she sometimes talk to herself when left alone? Was Lucy still of sound mind? He had contemplated asking her these questions, but had concluded that no good could come from it. Perhaps it was a selfish conclusion but he loved and cared for his little Kitty, so any guilt he felt was minimal. And surely one so beautiful must be happy?
Master dressed Kitty in some new lingerie he'd picked up in Arnhem on business last month, he'd been saving it for a special occasion, and tonight would be special. The outfit consisted of black satin panties with a lace trim, a matching bra with extra pick me up that Kitty really didn't need. For good measure he had added some suspenders, despite the fact that the stockings would be in shreds in no time. The stockings were glossy and master smothered them in baby oil, for added effect. To him, she looked perfect. To him, the flaws, the little imperfections, made her. In the same way that you'd select a little kitty in a homeless sanctuary, the one which had a wonky something would hold more appeal. It would somehow be more genuine and you'd take it home and love it that little bit more, in an unconscious effort to compensate for it's misfortune.
Kitty was feeling special. She pawed her way around the lounge, feeling master's eyes on her. She wondered why he had resisted her during bath-time. She felt ever so slightly rejected but had learned over time that it wasn't her place to feel such emotions. She had no real outlet for them. However, Master had found it hard to ignore the inviting moisture between her legs and had been existing with a semi ever since. His anticipation of the evening ahead of them also the main reason for his arousal, of course.
"Oh how Kitty would be in her element with so many cocks to please," he thought excitedly as he watched her. He poured her a generous gin and tonic and gazed on as she sipped it delicately, drinking from a glass, a rare treat, her baby finger involuntarily poised. It made him wonder.
The doorbell startled them both, Master hurriedly kissed her before he went to answer it. Nobody else was allowed to kiss Kitty you see, it reminded her of a movie she'd seen once and it romanticised things for her.