Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 1.3
Just a few minutes after pushing Momo out of the bathroom, I opened the door, taking a grateful breath of air. My legs were shaky, my tank was empty, and my body was flushed with endorphins. Speaking of flushed, at least a shot glass’s worth of my little soldiers were on their way to a watery grave. Sorry, boys. I stepped into the living room and looked around, not seeing Momo. I found her soon enough at the veranda door… where I happened to keep her litter box. Seeing her squatting over the tiny sandbox, my mind seemingly went blank for a moment, as if to protect itself from the horrible realization that came just a second later.
I’m going to have to toilet-train my cat.
Well, it’s a good thing I rubbed one out beforehand, because I might not be able to look at her the same way for a while. I took another deep breath, trying to work up the courage I desperately needed.
“Momo, before you go in your box, can you come back into the bathroom, please? There’s one more thing I have to teach you.”
Momo was huddled on the couch in the fetal position, wearing clothes by choice for the first time. I expected no less. Showering with her had been easy compared to… *shudder* teaching her to use the toilet. Considering the way she had straddled my hand the previous night, teaching her to clean up the front was no problem. But when it came to the back, well, it was just like when the vet would take her temperature. She had hissed at me, refused to look at me, and even swatted at me a few times. The one brief moment we made eye contact, her face was flushed with rage and humiliation.
She didn’t talk to me for the rest of the day. I gave her dinner on the floor the way she liked, but she wouldn’t eat it until I left the kitchen. She didn’t want to go to the park like she did the night before and I knew better than to push my luck with another shower. With Momo spending the night on my couch rather than in my bed, I was starting to get worried about our relationship. Hopefully things would be better in the morning.
I woke up with Momo once again on top of me, but like the morning before, we were both under the covers. She was using me like a mattress, her bare back against my chest and my manhood pressed against her ass, with nothing but the fabric of my boxers preventing penetration. This was a good sign. The fact that she had climbed into my bed last night showed that she had forgiven me for the toilet training. If the lessons stuck, we could put that chapter behind us
Since today was a workday, it was my alarm that woke me up. The harsh ringing made Momo stir and she slowly rolled over so that our chests were pressed together. She gave a wide yawn and blinked her sleepiness away.
“Good morning, Momo.”
“Ready for breakfast?”
She then sat up, straddling my lap, and with a yawn and stretch, her breasts were pushed out as if on display. This combined with my natural morning wood into something Momo could not ignore, as it was grinding against her the same way it had in the shower.
“Master, your thing is hard again.”
“Yeah, uh… just ignore it.”
Rather than do what I told her, Momo pulled down my boxers, showing my erection laid out on my stomach like a fallen log. She started batting it around with her hands, the way she would a toy. A wide smile crossed her face as she watched it bounce and swing from side to side.
Once again, she seemed not to hear me. She grabbed my dick with her hands and started rolling it in her grip. She was completely immersed in her new plaything, and I was unable to stop her, my strength failing as I received a handjob from my cat. My orgasm was almost immediate, a result of all the tension that had built up these past few days, regardless of the load I had emptied yesterday. The sight of semen on my stomach and the softening of my penis piqued Momo’s curiosity. She lowered her head, her nose twitching.
“Momo knows this smell. The trash bin next to Master’s bed always smells like it.”
Then, before I could stop her, she opened her mouth and licked up the white puddle on my stomach. Definitely a stroke of luck, Momo’s feline tongue didn’t stay with her when she transformed into a person. The sight of my semen on her tongue horrified me, but she rolled it around in her mouth and smiled.
Are you serious? She actually likes the taste of semen? It must be all the salt, I had heard somewhere that cats really like salt.
“Momo wants more!”
She again lowered her head, licking up every remaining drop like it was chocolate syrup, and of course, it led to her taking my penis in her mouth. It had been a long time since I received a blowjob, and of course, it felt amazing… for the first few seconds before she thought to bite down.
I cooked Momo’s breakfast, wincing in both pain and guilt, pain for the scrape I had received on my shaft from Momo’s teeth, and guilt that I had let my innocent little kitty give me a handjob and then suck me off. What kind of a person am I?! For fuck’s sake, she’s not some nymphomaniac that’s been around the block, she has no idea what any of this is! She may have the body of a woman, but her mind is like a little kid’s! This is borderline molestation!
But it was strange, though. Momo seemed to have no sexual instincts, or at least no instincts as to what sex meant. All animals knew how to have sex; it just came naturally, though not so for humans. Regular monkeys can automatically procreate, but humans need “the talk” or to take Sex Ed, or at least see some animals doing it to make the connection. Momo really was like a human child; she appeared to be discovering this all on her own, figuring out what was pleasurable without knowing the purpose or value. Weird, that certain human and feline traits would remain or be replaced.
That got me wondering as to what else she knew or didn’t know. She could speak, and seemed much more intelligent than in her feline form, not to mention that she seemed to understand many things. It wasn’t just like her cat brain had been scooped out of her skull and plopped into this new human vessel; there was clear psychological growth. Was she just repeating everything she had seen and heard from me and whatever TV shows I happened to be watching with her? Or did her knowledge come from somewhere else?
Momo was waiting by her food bowl, crouched down and staring at me. “Master!” she whined for the umpteenth time, no different from the constant meowing she used to do up until I gave her cat food.
“Settle down, it’s here.”
I bent down and tipped a frying pan over her bowl, pouring in some eggs and a couple sausages. Funny that she was eating better than me, considering that I was just having cereal. Momo dove down and began gobbling it up. I watched her as she ate, my eyes following every inch of her naked body, counting the bumps of her spine. Now that I thought about it, there was something sexy about a naked woman eating off the floor. I mean, technically, anything a woman does naked is sexy, but in this case, it made me think back to the BDSM porn videos I had watched. Add in the fact that she called me “Master”, and you had some good kink material.
My dick began to harden, making my scrape sting. I had to force my erection down with pure will so that the cut wouldn’t be stretched out. The scrape was slight, it would heal by the end of the day, but in that area, everything hurts with ten times the severity. What was I thinking? I couldn’t do that to her. She trusted me to care for her and I couldn’t take advantage of that trust. Besides, like I had said before, she clearly wasn’t mature enough for something like sex. I would have to ignore temptation and try to make sure her curiosity didn’t cost her innocence.
“Thank you for the food, Master,” she said, sitting up and licking the egg grease off her lips.
“I’m glad you liked it. Now, go wash your face and brush your teeth. I need to get ready for work.”
With Momo taken care of, I was able to get in a quick breakfast and shower. I was feeling much better than I had on Saturday, as I was now used to the situation. As long as Momo behaved, I had nothing to worry about.
“Momo, I’m off to work. Momo?”
I stood by the front door, expecting Momo to see me off. She wasn’t in the living room or kitchen. I found her back in bed, snuggled up in blankets. Yep, still just a cat. Smiling, I sat down on the edge of the bed and rubbed her ears.
“I’ll see you later,” I said.
“Ok, bye-bye Master,” she yawned.
Hours passed, and finally, Momo opened her eyes. She had slept half the day away, but for some reason, she couldn’t stay asleep. As a cat, she normally spent most of her life sleeping, but this new human body didn’t function the same way. It also didn’t help that she was hungry. Giving a wide yawn, Momo got out of bed and went into the kitchen. There, she made herself a cat food sandwich, having learned the process of putting food between bread through observation.
Afterwards, nature called and she made her way to the bathroom. She would much rather simply use her litter box, but it had been made clear that she could only use the toilet from now on. She shuddered as she remembered the lesson. She loved being touched, especially between the legs, but not that other spot, never that spot. Hopefully, if she did it right, she wouldn’t have to be taught again. And of course, she was taught her to wash her hands afterward. Even she understood the reasoning behind that.
Now with all of her physical needs met, she decided to wander the house and look for anything interesting. She was glad to have hands, now able to actually pick up things and touch them, rather than just smell them. Most of the electronics made no sense to her, regardless of all the times she had seen them used. Soon enough, just looking around became boring and Momo lied down on the couch.
She had no idea what to do with herself. Maybe if she could go outside, she would feel better, but she wasn’t even allowed near the windows. She wished she could feel that familiar warm hand on her ears. And her tail. And her chest. And come to think of it, she really wanted to be touched in that other place, the one between her legs. In her first shower, she remembered that thing rubbing against her spot, and that felt really good,
Would it feel good if she rubbed it?
Bored and curious, she slid her hand down her flat belly and let her fingers find her slit. Just that initial touch was enough to make her purr, telling her that she was on to something good. She traced the petals of her virgin flower with her fingertips, feeling that gentle touch reverberate through her lower body. It was like a tickle, one that didn’t make her laugh but instead made her feel warm. She did this for a couple minutes, letting herself get used to the sensation. Her breath fluttering, she pushed it further and moved her finger between the lips, stroking the pink interior. She could feel herself becoming wet, her body reacting to the stimulation.
She thought back to what had been done to her in the shower and she slid her fingers into her velvet sleeve and stirred them, whining in bliss. She began moving them back and forth, her fingers sliding effortlessly through her. Her fluttering breaths became deep pants, with her muscles expanding and contracting and making her writhe and stretch.
She couldn’t help it; she needed more. She inserted her index finger as well, while her left hand struggled to find something to grab onto. At first, she clutched her shoulder, then her arm, but at last settled by grasping her breast. She experimentally gave her nipple a soft pinch and gasped, feeling as if a bolt of lightning was stretching between the soft nub and her slit. Her whole body was becoming tense and hyper, like Restless Leg Syndrome. She started arching her back and then curling up, her voice beginning to slip free between her frantic pants.
Waves of euphoria, indescribable to her innocent soul, submerged her body in a hot bath while billions of tiny massage therapists gave every muscle a deep rubdown. Her voice slipped free, a single moan echoing through the house, while she could feel drops of her arousal splattering against her palm. Soon, the bliss ended, and she was left gasping for air with her chest heaving. Looks like she found something to occupy her time.
I got out of my car and sighed in happiness. This had been a long day and work had been especially rough. I climbed up the front steps and unlocked my door, but stopped when a noise reached my ears. It sounded like a cat crying out, as if in a fight. My heartbeat skyrocketing in fear, I wrenched open the door and my jaw hung slack.
With the living room couch directly in line with the front door, I found myself staring at Momo’s peachy ass, raised in the air. Her tail had taken the shape of a question mark, flipping back and forth, and between her legs, her fingers were working frantically.
Her face pressed down against the couch, Momo cried out in happiness the way only a cat could, and from her pussy, a splash of clear fluid soaked her hand. I stood in shock, unable to believe what I had just seen. After everything I had been tempted with, why was I now forced to witness this? Did she even realize how hard she was making this for me?!
Noticing me standing there, Momo turned around and smiled, feeling no shame for what I had just seen her do. “Hi, Master! Momo had a fun day and learned a new trick! And look! Momo has been doing it so long that her fingers are wrinkly!”
I didn’t answer her. I couldn’t answer.
“Huh? Master? Is something wrong?”
Finally, I released a scream of frustration and sprinted past her, zooming into the bathroom and locking the door behind me. Just like Momo, I decided to have my own wank-athon.
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I was tempted to put it online, I really was. After a long day of work, I had arrived home, hoping to have a peaceful evening. Instead, I found myself sitting on my couch, Momo’s head on my lap, and her hands busy. I had immediately told her to stop, but she would not obey. Having transformed into a person, her obedience was well beyond a normal cat’s, but she still only listened to about half the things I told her to do.
It had now almost become a game. I would tell her to stop flicking her bean, and for a few minutes, she would. Then she would slowly resume, seeing how long she could keep it going before I again told her to stop. Was she doing it just to annoy me?
“Momo, enough,” I said, taking a rolled-up newspaper and swatting her on the head.
“But it’s so much fun!”
“I don’t care, I don’t want you to do it around me. I don’t do it around you, do I?”
“Huh? You do it too?”
A wide smile on her face, Momo rolled over and bolted up onto her hands and knees. “That’s great! Master and Momo can do it together! Momo can even help you and you can help Momo, just like when we were in the shower!”
“No! We absolutely cannot do it together!”
“Because it’s wrong.”
Her ears drooped. “Why is it wrong?”
“Because you’re my cat. Men aren’t supposed to do that kind of thing with their cat. You may be bigger now, but it’s still wrong. Besides, you don’t understand what you’re doing or what you’re asking.”
She leaned forward, her hands on my thighs, the way she used to when I had a plate of food in my lap, but this time, her attention was focused on me, our faces inches apart.
“Then explain it so that Momo can understand. Momo just wants to play with Master.”
A part of me did want to explain it. A part of me did want to do those things with Momo. But there was a line that we could not cross, and if we did, we could never go back. Momo might not understand sex, but I knew she would never again see me the same way, nor would I see her. Momo was an innocent creature, a living miracle, and I didn’t want to corrupt her.
I placed my hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her back. “I’m going to get dinner started.”
Like her breakfast, Momo ate her dinner out of her food bowl on the floor, and afterward, we waited for it to get dark enough to go to the park. It was a quiet evening walk, Momo staying by my side rather than roaming around me. Walking my cat… that still stands out to me as being one of the weirdest aspects of this whole situation.
I soon began to wonder if Momo was mad at me and giving me the silent treatment. She walked next to me at the park but didn’t say anything, and at home, she had her head in my lap, but didn’t purr when I rubbed her ears. Later that night, I was in bed, reading the news on my phone. I heard Momo in the bathroom spit out a mouthful of foam. Good girl, brushing her teeth without asking. She came out of the bathroom, rubbing her wet hair with a towel to dry off from the shower she had just taken.
She circled to the other side of the bed and climbed under the covers, but didn’t cuddle up with me the way she usually would.
“Goodnight, Momo,” I said, hoping for some kind of response.
I looked at her back, enduring the silent seconds trudging by.
“Goodnight, Master,” she murmured before pulling the blanket over her head.
I woke up with a snort, feeling Momo lying on my chest. It was still dark out, but my eyes had adjusted. Momo sat up, straddling my lap with her eyes catching the dim light like gems.
“Momo? What is it? What’s wrong?”
“Momo wants to play with Master.”
I dropped my head back. How like a cat to suddenly want to run around the house at 3:00 in the morning.
“Momo, it’s too late for that. Go to sleep. We’ll play tomorrow.”
“Master doesn’t need to worry about Momo.”
My eyes, which I had closed in resignation, opened back up and I looked at her. “What?”
“Master doesn’t need to worry about Momo. Momo will be fine with whatever Master wants. Momo knows Master wants to play, but doesn’t know why he won’t. Momo wants Master to be happy.”
She then leaned down, her obsidian hair slipping across my chest like paint brushes, and her lips met mine. The kiss lasted only for a few moments before she sat back up.
“Where did you learn to do that?”
“Momo always watches TV with Master. Isn’t that something that people do when they love each other?”
She then grasped my hand and placed it on her breast. It felt so warm, almost like a giant ember, but felt as smooth and soft as a water balloon.
“Master, please touch Momo. And let Momo touch Master.” Her other hand fell to my boxers, and she pulled them away to reveal my erect cock. “Momo knows it feels good for Master when his thing is touched.” She then rubbed her slit, already wet with arousal. “And it feels really good when Master touches Momo here. There might be a way we can both feel really good.”
She raised herself up, still keeping one of my hands on her breast while using her free hand to stand my cock vertical. The head met her lips, about to enter her.
“Momo, stop. I’m your Master and I’m telling you to stop.”
“No, Momo is going to make Master feel good.”
I could have stopped her then, I should have stopped her then. With my free arm, I could have pushed her off me, but I didn’t. I simply released my held breath as Momo lowered herself down, allowing me to penetrate her.
She winced from the insertion and I could feel her virgin blood running down my balls.
“Damn it, that’s why I wanted you to stop. It hurts, doesn’t it?”
She stubbornly shook her head as stinging tears budded from her eyes. She raised herself back up and then dropped down, and this time, her eyelids fluttered from the feeling of my manhood inside her. She started to move, the soreness of her deflowering now disappearing. She smiled, getting the hang of what she was doing and bobbing on my cock. It had been a long time since I had been with a woman, and Momo’s valley felt spectacular, soft and warm, and oh so wet. I watched her bounce, her full breasts heaving every time she raised her body, her ears twitching with every stir of my cock, her tail writhing like a snake having a seizure. Rather than a moan, she was releasing a strange noise, that sort of feline cry you’d normally hear when they’re in a fight or getting manhandled at the vet, that sort of mix between a hiss and a meow.
“Master, this feels so good! Your thing is so deep inside Momo! It’s driving Momo crazy!”
She was getting more ravenous, shifting her bodyweight back and forth and changing position, riding me in every way she could think of. Well, it was too late to back out now. I might as well prove myself as her Master. I reached out and grabbed her by the ass, raising it in the air and giving me some room to maneuver. Harnessing the mattress springs beneath me, I began thrusting up like an oil drill, hammering Momo’s pussy (lol, “pussy”) as hard as I could. No longer being in control, Momo’s power drill whine increased in volume, but the look on her face told me she was in ecstasy. She leaned over, smiling like a stoner, eyes watering, happy as could be. I smiled as well and kissed her, taking the opportunity to teach her how to properly make out.
While I fucked her, our tongues danced between our joined lips, parting only for the brief milliseconds when her body would rise up off my cock. I kept my hands on her ass, maintaining a firm hold for me to control her. But the longer I gripped her cheeks, the more I began to ponder something. An idea forming, I released one hand and grasped Momo’s tail. In that instant, her whole body locked up. She normally liked it when I played with her tail, but not when I squeezed it. Not wanting to ruin our rhythm, I moved my hand along her tail, stroking it.
“M-Master…!” she whined.
I reached the end of her tail and began toying with it, rubbing the very tip between my fingers. The more I teased her, the more she trembled, her voice giving way.
“Masteeeeer! It’s not fair for you to touch Momo there! Momo’s tail is really sensitive! Momo’s gonna… gonna… ROOOOOOOWR!”
She sat up, clutching herself as she squirted like a fountain. I got soaked, but if anything, it turned me on even more. Besides, now I knew her best erogenous zone. With Momo’s strength drained by her orgasm, I decided it was time to switch positions. I grabbed her legs and sat myself up, sending Momo falling onto her back. With her legs in the air, I was now thrusting straight down, dropping my weight with each plunge.
Momo had lost her original confidence. Rather than looking like a ravenous beast, she looked like a shy maiden, hiding her mouth with her hands and blushing in embarrassment, but she was still giving that whine of pleasure, and I was ready to stop any time if she wanted me to. Damn, she was just too adorable. How the hell had I been able to resist her for so long? Her ears and tail made her seem fragile and mystical, but her body was perfect for fucking, basically the body of a porn star.
Soon enough, though, I could feel my end approaching. I had already masturbated several times since coming home, but I had been given enough time for my body to reload. All the muscles in my pelvis were tightening up and I was getting dizzy, just a little bit longer!
“Master! It’s happening again!”
Momo released another cry of euphoria, her voice acting like a starter’s pistol and letting me flood her womb with my seed. Man, am I glad I got her fixed. I pulled out of her and fell back, my body drained of both energy and semen. Momo sat up, smiling and purring. She crawled over and gave me a gentle kiss.
“That was so much fun! Will Master play with Momo again?”
“You bet I will. You’re my sweet little sex kitten.”
Momo then settled down on top of me and I pulled the covers over us. With our naked bodies pressed together, Momo’s purring was the last thing I heard before I fell asleep.
Parent Post: Master! Master! – by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path
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- Master! Master! - Chapter 8.3
- Master! Master! - Chapter 9.1
- Master! Master! - Chapter 9.2
- Master! Master! - Chapter 9.3
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