Thread: Kitten's new master

Lox let her go. It wasn't hard for him to feel her leaving as he was an extremely light sleeper and felt her soft tail entwining his own as she slipped it off of her. Such a sneaky kitty, the next time he decided to play with her she would be tied up or handcuffed to something. And to think he was kind enough to take her into his bed after just taking care of that bastard of a master she had before, he had to keep from grinding his teeth as he listened to her rummage for a shirt and slipped back into that cute little skirt of hers. Once she was out of sight and sound he noiselessly slipped out of bed and dressed in a simple pair of black slacks, a white long sleeve dress shirt, and a black vest with a matching tie as he pulled on a pair of mettle black boots specifically made for him. He had been very careful in these boots design, and the underneath portion of the sole was made out of a tough type of gel that while it was hard to destroy silenced an otherwise noisy pair of shoes. It didn't help the poor neko that when Lox felt like hit, he could move like a wraith and while his closed appeared dressy and close fitting they ensured nothing of his body would make a noise either. Slipping out of another exit within his lounge, he circled easily around the cautious kitten, and smiled even more affectionately at how carefully she was sneaking away to ensure no one would hear. The poor girl, she would have actually made it if it weren't for the fact she was sleeping at his side and roused him the moment she moved his tail but how could she know he was a light sleeper? How could she possibly realize his tail was extremely sensitive and the slightest touch to it or his ears would alert him? She would have known if she had been a more attentive slave, but it was more enjoyable teaching the kitten her proper place. Oh Lox could be a bastard when he wanted to, and he let that poor little neko sneak all the way to the emergency exit and even let her reach a hand out to the door before he snatched her by his own shirt and jerked her around, catching her face in a full open handed slap before pinning her to the wall. He didn't hit her hard enough to bruise or bust her lip, but it was certainly hard enough to sting and force her to listen to the deep growled anger that coated his words. So. You act like a good kitty until you get to bed and then you want to up and leave? Were will you go kitten? Your old master is dead, and to think after all the times he socked you in the gut and all those bruises you tried to cover and all the absences I've seen from when he probably fucked your face up to badly for you to be seen in public. Another opened handed slap to the other side of her face jerking it the other way as he shoved her violently down to her knees and easily held her throat in his right hand. I thought your little outburst earlier was just that, a tiny outburst, I though you knew your place as being owned but obviously you were never properly trained. His right hand tightened over her throat, and though it wasn't enough to choke her he altered his grip and jammed his thumb and three fingers into her carotid arteries before pinning her to the wall with his knee in her chest. He was well practiced, blood chokes took less than sixty seconds to force a person into unconsciousness but he had to explain it before she passed out or it was useless. Do you think I won't tear your throat out with the slightest insult? I will say this once and only once little kitty. Obey. Or I will throw you to others willing to rape you and kill you before finding myself another playmate. He loosened his grip until he was only holding the whole of her neck and allowed the blood flow to return to her head before she passed out and waited patiently for her pitiful excuse.