Master! Master! – Chapter 1.3

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 1.3

by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

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.”

“Mornin’, Master.”

“Ready for breakfast?”

“Uh-huh.”

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.

“Momo, stop!”

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.

“Tasty!”

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,