Catgirl in Heat (open-PM first)

[OnColdWings]

Name: Kaylee
Age: 21
Height: 5'7"
Eyes: Dark Green
Hair: Grey
Cupsize: 32G

Personality: Kaylee maintains a jovial personality, though in recent years she finds little joy in life.

Bio: Kaylee was once as free as a bird, living with her family and friends in a small village tucked in the corner of a large forest. The humans and cat-people were always at odds with each other, and Kaylee would be one of the first to experience life in captivity. Taken at an early age, she was sold off to whomever was willing to pay for her 'services'
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Sitting on a rather comfortable bed, Kaylee let her green eyes wander around the bedroom, looking at pictures on the walls of a rather handsome looking human. There were clothes lying on the floor, on their chairs, and she gathered that her current owner was single. What she wouldn't give to be able to go home and see her mom and dad again.

Standing up on her feet she walked over to a large mirror. A collar was wrapped around her neck, and her huge breasts were caged up by a front-closed bra. She let a finger trail down her soft stomach, before coming to a rest right above her pussy.

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Looking for someone to play her new owner. Please PM me if you would like the role, but we'll need to discuss a few things before you can start posting.

 

[roleplaylifer]

Travis

Travis Almander

Age: 28
Height: 6'2"
Eyes: Ice Blue
Hair: Blonde

Personality: Travis does not enjoy the "keeping up appearances" game his servants would like him to play. He enjoys being fun and frivolous, and is quite a caring individual. He harbors a darker side as well though, having several fantasies he up until recently thought he'd never have a chance to act upon.....

Bio: Travis recently inherited the Almander estate, built decades ago from import/export trades. Being the only family heir left, Travis was relatively unaware of his important status until the day his great uncle died and left him the family fortune. Now faced with a life of ease, not having to work ever again unless he chose to do so, Travis lives in a current state of tension and confusion....not really knowing where to go or what to do from here.

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With a sigh.....the young man reached for the door. Knowing full well he had probably lost his mind. And yet.....as the aperture opened, and the creature inside turned towards him.....he couldn't possibly have helped himself.

The first thing he noticed, even as he ran his eyes over her extremely voluptuous frame.....was that she too studied him in turn. He grinned despite himself as he veiwed even more of her reflected in the mirror she stood in front of right now. Dressed in a bra that barely contained her delightfully large breasts and a breechcloth that did nothing to hide her feminine curves, Travis was instantly reminded of why he had spent so much.....

She had been quite difficult to restrain, even after the gavel had fallen and Travis had shelled out the money to take her home. The auctioneer credited it to not wanting to leave her old master even in death.....Travis wasn't so sure.

A catgirl.

Rare and exquisite these days, he'd finally done something that had made his chancellor happy. Having her as a servant elevated his personal status considerably. Travis chuckled at the old man.....knowing he thought his employer had just bought a new chambermaid, or perhaps a serving wench.....but Travis had much more in store for this little kitty......

But for now, he simply had to break the ice and introduce himself. Glancing over his shoulder, he frowned at the heavyset men who had insisted they stay in the hallway in case the creature attacked. No stranger to hard work himself, Travis was certain he could at least hold his own.....oh well.....if they insisted. Turning back to her, he could feel his gaze met with a piercing look.....

Forcing a smile, he took a step forward....arms outspread and ready in case she pounced, but looking for all the part.....an unarmed good natured man.

"I trust you are liking your stay so far?"

 

[OnColdWings]

Kaylee looked at herself in the mirror her eyes focused on the collar around her neck. It was padded shut but there was no chain attached to it, so she had free reign to walk around inside the room. Hearing the door open she turned her head and saw a living image of the man from the pictures that lined the room.

She could smell his scent from where she was standing, and her eyes looked him up and down. 'So you're the one that bought me, huh?' she asked herself, a frown on her face.

"I trust you are liking your stay so far?" she heard him ask, his arms expressing that he meant to no harm. 'A bit late for that' she thought to herself.

"Oh yes, I'm absolutely in love with this place and everyone in it." she sarcastically responded, moving to sit down on the bed, ruffling the sheets as she made herself extremely comfortable.

"Nice pad you got here." she added, scrunching up a pillow and laying her head on it.

 

[roleplaylifer]

"Oh yes, I'm absolutely in love with this place and everyone in it."

Perhaps he should have been surprised, but somehow he wasn't. Instead, Travis grinned....enjoying the obvious sarcasm in her voice while taking a long moment to look her up and down.....this time in plain view with Kaylee obviously watching. She seemed even more beautiful....more graceful.....more sensual.....up close as opposed to the dusty auction block that had been the backdrop to their first meeting. If he had wanted a submissive little girl....there had been plenty of others to choose from. It was the smoldering of a fiery spirit that had drawn him to Kaylee, he was sure of it. Now if he could only mold that spirit to match his own desires.....

At least she seemed to be making herself comfortable. Travis' heart leapt as she willingly walked over to the bed, ruffling the sheets and fluffing up a pillow before stretching out with tantalizing slowness and settling in comfortably.

"Nice pad you got here."

Travis didn't miss the fact that while Kaylee appeared relaxed, there was much she couldn't hide. The tensing of muscles made the catgirl's smooth skin ripple slightly....was she waiting to see what he would do?

Moving towards her, the last thing Travis was going to show was fear. Slowly, he sat down on the edge of the bed....decidedly ungraceful.....and certainly not well reflecting his new noble stature.

"Kaylee is it? That's what the auctioneer called you, at least. Welcome to Almander Estates."

Travis gave her a wry smile, knowing full well that they had been just shy of using tranquilizers to get her to come this far. His eyes drifted to the ornate collar he had insisted be affixed to her slender throat before his servants came to claim her.

"As I'm sure you've guessed, I own this manor house. My name is Travis....though I'm not sure if I'll have you call me by name....I'm sure my servants would rather you simply call me Master. However....my servants don't make my decisions for me."

He boldly took his eyes off of her for a long moment....gesturing grandly at the room they both occupied.

"This of course, is your room. Its a little more plush than most, so don't be alarmed if you garner a little resentment from some of my maids. However, your status has been elevated above theirs at the moment. Unless of course, you do something to displease me."

Travis gave her a sharp glance then, not really surprised to find it met by one of challenge.

"I don't know what your past Master had you doing for him, but your duties to me will be made clear to you in time. They WILL be carried out expediently and to the best of your abilities.....or you will find that I can be a rather unpleasant Master indeed."

With a long sigh that couldn't possibly have escaped notice, he stood back up again, glancing back over his shoulder with....longing?....as he allowed himself one last look.

Soon.....very soon.....perhaps he could find a way to keep those idiots in the hallway distracted. It's not as if he couldn't take care of himself. His great uncle must have been a really fragile man.....

"Dinner is in an hour. It is customary for servants here to enjoy their first meal with their new Master. Prepare yourself as best as possible, you will find plenty of suitable garments in your closet. I will send a servant for you when it is time."

If Kaylee said something as he turned and departed, it was lost in his own thoughts. He couldn't help but smile as he thought of just what the catgirl might think if she dared to open that same closet.....it would certainly bring her to light to her new station in the manor.

He had prepared for months for this day.....only his maids knowing of his purchases. The negligee's....the babydolls and teddies. All the while thinking him a pervert for it, though some shivered in excitement as they contemplated filling a lonely single man's life. If only they had seen some of the things he had purchased himself, and only he knew about, perhaps they would not have been as eager.

As the door's lock clicked shut behind him.....Travis chuckled, picturing Kaylee sitting across from him at his table. Whether or not she decided to come dressed up, she looked thoroughly sultry in what she was wearing now!

The lord of Almander Estate tried in vain not to burst into laughter.....drawing curious stares from his "escort", as he tried to picture the look on his chancellor's face.

Serving wench indeed.

 

[OnColdWings]

Kaylee spread herself across the bed, her eyes watching her 'Master' as he stood in the doorway. She was surprised when he moved closer, coming to sit on the bed. Most humans were afraid to approach her so openly, wanting to have her restrained first before maintaining contact.

"Kaylee is it? That's what the auctioneer called you, at least. Welcome to Almander Estates. As I'm sure you've guessed, I own this manor house. My name is Travis....though I'm not sure if I'll have you call me by name....I'm sure my servants would rather you simply call me Master. However....my servants don't make my decisions for me."

"So if they don't make your decisions how come I can't call you Travis?" she asked as he looked away, not bothering to answer her question.

"This of course, is your room. Its a little more plush than most, so don't be alarmed if you garner a little resentment from some of my maids. However, your status has been elevated above theirs at the moment. Unless of course, you do something to displease me."

"Well I shall try my hardest not to displease you." she responded, sitting up on the bed.

"I don't know what your past Master had you doing for him, but your duties to me will be made clear to you in time. They WILL be carried out expediently and to the best of your abilities.....or you will find that I can be a rather unpleasant Master indeed."

'Great. I had to go and get a spoiled brat for a Master.' Kaylee thought to herself, but she nodded her head as he stood up on his feet, her eyes following him as he moved towards the door again.

"Dinner is in an hour. It is customary for servants here to enjoy their first meal with their new Master. Prepare yourself as best as possible, you will find plenty of suitable garments in your closet. I will send a servant for you when it is time."

"Ick. I have to get all dolled up just to eat? Greaatttttt" she muttered, rolling her eyes. Once the door shut behind her 'master' she rolled onto her back and groaned. She sat for a few minutes in total silence, taking in her new surroundings. After she brooded for a few more minutes she rolled onto her sides and finally stood on her feet, walking towards the closet. If she had expected to find a dress or like articles of clothing she was wrong.

"What the?" she mouthed aloud, seeing an assortment of lingerie hanging inside. Her fingers quickly glided over their fabrics, then went to scratch her head.

"Does he really expect me to wear this garbage?" she asked aloud, mostly to herself. The funny part was, most of the clothing inside was more covering than what she had on already. Well, some of the it was, at any rate. The assortment ranged from babydolls to simple two piece bikini's. Kaylee picked up a light blue babydoll, and she saw that it had a tie front closure. Hanging on the inside of it was a lace g-string panty. She looked it over once, then at herself in a mirror.

"Whatever." she said with a shrug, and began to change.

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OOC: here's what she'll be wearing: babydoll

 

[roleplaylifer]

Travis spent much of the next hour dismissing overly anxious servants. They all behaved like he had lost his mind. While he had told the truth of the manor's customary dinner, it seems most felt like it should not apply to catgirls. Finally his chancellor sped away from a pronounced look of disgust....

"Is everyone here a fucking puppet?"

Finally away from it all in his own room, Travis looked around once more with a smile. A serving wench looked back at him with longing from his bed, her wrists held fast to the headboard with thick leather restraints.....a small string of spittle worked around the ball gag in her mouth. A silent lifting of her wide spread hips left little guessing to her desire.

Moving forward, Travis grinned.....seeing her wince ever so slightly as his fingertips found a small, light burn mark on one breast. She hadn't been so willing when he had started.....

"And you, puppet? How long have I left you here, I wonder? I imagine you're getting pretty hungry?"

Travis looked down....the maid's eyes following his....and blushing fiercely as he noticed the stain on his bed for the first time....

"Apparently long enough for you to lose control of yourself, eh?"

The maid's eyes widened in fear for a moment....watching him as he moved to the headboard.....gradually releasing her from her bonds. Chuckling, he watched as the girl....Amber?....rubbed sorely chafed wrists....her hands reaching for the gag in her mouth. Freezing halfway to their goal, her eyes widened in alarm and moved back to him.

"You have permission...."

Watching him like someone who had just dodged a bullet, the gag slid away from swollen lips.....a low sigh of relief filling the room. Her body tensed again as the manor lord spoke again.

"Get dressed. I expect you to clean these for me, and you'd damn well better have it done before tonight."

Motioning silently towards the stained sheets, the maid nodded passively. Travis couldn't help but grin at the newly submissive girl he had created in just a day. She had been no challenge at all...somehow, that very thought displeased him more than anything else she had done.

"If you tell anyone about this, I'll have you tied and horsewhipped, not to mention having you expelled from the estate. Should you choose to leave of your own accord, well....let's just say that I've acquired your replacement."

A low moan of disappointment escaped her as she stooped to redon her clothing. I could feel her body tense slightly as I reached out to pat her back softly....

"Not to worry, you know I always reward those loyal to me...."

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Sliding down the hallway....Travis had to work to conceal his thick frame from view....an ironic grin spreading across his face as he realized just how much like a prisoner in his own home he felt. Was this the price one paid for vast wealth?

The journey itself wasn't half as fun as actually stepping into the kitchen however, as he watched all movement grind to a halt. A plate shattered, dropped to the ground somewhere as all eyes turned to him, horrified.

The chef, a burly man with salt and pepper hair and a thick frame, seemed to lose his composure for a moment. That was something to behold apparently, as Travis had heard of the brutality that lie in store for any of his apprentices that dared make a dish that did not meet the chef's standards....or heaven forbid....displeased the manor lord.

"Milord....you.....you should not be in here. It is not proper for one of your station."

Travis grinned, flashing the man a nearly perfect smile....thorougly enjoying watching the man's face color scarlet.

"And yet if this is so, Renauld....how am I to place a special request with you?"

Long seconds passed as Renauld pondered the question. His eyes flickered back and forth between Travis and his company of chefs.

"Get back to work, you lazy scoundrels! Is this what his lordship wastes good coin on?! Dinner is in ten fucking minutes and by all the gods it had better be hot!"

Turning back to Travis, the chef wrung his hands nervously in his apron....

"A special request? So close to dinner, your lordship?"

Grinned as he realized the burly man had quite effectively dodged his earlier inquiry, letting it slide for the time being in the face of the man's obviously rushed work.

"It is my understanding that the main course is not to be served right away, so you should have plenty of time, Renauld. You see....I'm not entertaining a normal servant this evening, so I'd like the occasion to be....special."

The chef couldn't contain a groan at this as he wondered for a split second if all his hard work was going to be good enough.....and all this with no time for changes....no notice at all. Travis could almost see the implications wash across his face as he tried to determine if his resume was yet good enough to get himself a job elsewhere.

Grinning, he reassured the man silently....laying a comforting hand on one shoulder.

"Easy Renauld.....its a simple request really. You see, the servant to just recently come into my employ.....is a catgirl."

The shock on the man's face then was almost as good as when Travis had appeared suddenly in his kitchen to begin with. His eyes bulged, jaw dropping...working slowly as if the man was actually trying to say something. Renauld looked....for all the world.....like a stern faced fish.

"And so, you might understand the importance of including the special seasoning of catnip to her meat....wise in the culinary arts as you are.....and how a chef that may have the foresight to make an addition like that, might come across a nice bonus. Split decisions like that are what make employers happy I believe.....I'm sure you'll find someway to work that out."

Turning from the stunned chef, he knew with a smile that the man's greed should take over from there. It wasn't his intent to drug poor Kaylee into submission....just enough to make her a little more pliable initially.....until he was in a better position to impress upon her just what her job would be here....she seemed so tense and reserved all the time. Travis grinned as he thought of how much fun she might be if she just relaxed a little....

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But for all his little scheme was worth.....it did nothing to prepare him for her. Not used to being the one surprised in his own little world, Travis was reduced to simply staring as Kaylee appeared with a small escort.....in a sheer blue babydoll.

The men did a good job keeping their faces passive and unrevealing, turning on their heels and departing as soon as the vivacious catgirl had been shown a chair.

How can that hold her breasts in? They're so big....

Travis smiled....barely able to keep his gaze from the straining fabric....and when he did....it was usually to admire her almost concave belly.....her round feminine hips curving well into long, tapering legs that did little to conceal powerful feline muscle within.....

He would have plenty of time to admire her.....Travis watched as she slowly sat.....obviously uncomfortable. But was it because of the chair? Or because of him? Their eyes met for a second, and again he felt that small spark of defiance....of challenge.....as she seemed to struggle to keep from scowling at him.

"Thank you for joining me."

While spoken softly enough, he knew Kaylee had really little choice in the matter. Turning softly as the first course came in, he hoped to lighten the matter with a little informative banter about the mansion and grounds themselves.....perhaps coax a little information about her past master from her.

Platters of bread and cheeses were laid before them.....with slices of summer sausages of all kinds.....seperate bowls laid to each side as a thick, meaty stew was poured. While not the main course just yet, he hoped she would relax at least enough to enjoy. Renauld was actually a pretty good chef for someone so tyrannical in the kitchen.....

 

[OnColdWings]

Kaylee took her time changing, though she didn't have much to take off nor put on. She slid the panties on, looking at herself in the mirror before she slipped the rest of her body into the light blue babydoll, her large breasts practically bulging out of the restricting fabric. It was obviously designed for someone smaller than herself but oh well. Suddenly there was a knock at the door.

"Yes?" she called out, and when it opened she saw a few servants standing there.

"What? I'm not trusted to find my way to the kitchen?" she said, still a little tense from everything that was happening. They just kept their eyes on the walls and at their feet, avoiding staring at her, and that bothered her as well. Groaning she followed them into the hallway, where she was eventually led into a large dining hall. Her large breasts bounced slightly as she walked to the table, her tail sticking out behind her as she was brought up to a seat. She could tell that her master Travis was having an eye full, but as she was his 'pet' (so to speak) there wasn't much she could do about it.

"Thank you for joining me."

"It's no trouble." she replied, her eyes looking around at the assortment of food that was being brought out to the table. She could smell it from all the way up in her room, but the intensity simply grew as she neared the kitchen. Kaylee (at certain times of the year for certain reasons) had heightened senses, including smell.

"All this is for me?" she asked, a smile spreading across her face and exposing some of her sharpened teeth. Her dark green eyes looked over various meats and other dinner items.

 

[roleplaylifer]

"All this is for me?"

Travis tried hard to restrain a smile....ultimately failing in the face of Kaylee's eagerness. He watched with a silent nod as she let her own gaze sweep across the table as platter after platter arrived to be placed in front of them. She may not have realized it herself.....but it was the first time Travis had seen her smile since she had arrived at the manor. A small victory.

"By all means, enjoy any and all things that you see here before you. This banquet used to be held as a show of power from Master to servant, that you will always be provided for. Personally, I just like to make the chef cook a lot as he is very good at it. I think you'll soon agree. But I'm talking too much.....please....enjoy."

If there was any question about his expertise in nobility, it was here at the dinner table, though it was very unlikely a catgirl like Kaylee would notice such things, right? For what seemed like the hundredth time since moving to the manor, Travis had to chuckle softly as he found himself unable to distinguish between a salad for, and a table fork, then there was the dessert fork.....the soup spoon and the normal spoon....

Sighing softly.....Travis just grabbed a random utensil and started eating, taking care to stay away from his "special order". He was enjoying watching his newest obsession eat.....amazing how much catgirls can eat.....is this normal?

As plate after plate is gradually attacked, shrewd eyes watch as finally the last hunk of meat is hoisted onto your plate.....the garnish on the steak more than simple parsley......

 

[OnColdWings]

OOC: Sorry for the delay in bumping this.

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It was amazing how much food had been brought out and set before her. The dishes ranged from exquisite salads to large pieces of a varied assortment of meats. The hunger inside Kaylee just couldn't seem to appease itself, and she found herself gobbling up nearly everything that was given to her.

'Why am I so hungry?' she thought to herself, smirking after a moment.

'Who cares.' she thought again and bit down onto a large piece of meat, her eyes glancing up at her 'master' who sat at the other end of the table. He seemed to be enjoying himself, either because she was there with him or for some other reason that she was oblivious to. It didn't really matter to her. If she was getting free food then what did she care?

Her fingers lightly played with the leather collar that was wrapped around her neck as the last bit of food was set before her. She didn't start in on it right away, instead reclining in her seat as she looked across the table.

 

[roleplaylifer]

Travis continued to watch in silence, thoroughly enjoying a plate of shrimp alfredo that he had ordered for himself, tipping a small goblet of chardonnay to his lips as he witnessed the rest of the banquet slowly being devoured plate by plate. He was truly astonished at his Kaylee's appetite, it was almost as if she hadn't eaten a good meal in weeks.

If he had been worried that the catgirl's sensitive nose might have picked up the taint of catnip on the meat she was now attacking, it seemed he'd not needed to worry. Even now, Kaylee dug in with full relish, seemingly to enjoy the seasoned beef with even more relish than he himself had shown.

Even as the dessert cart was pushed around to both ends of the table, all Travis could think about was the end goal he just had to achieve....a goal made all the more necessary by seeing Kaylee dressed as she was.

As the last crumbs were cleaned from both plates, one more elegantly than the other, though only slightly.....the lord of Almander estates rose to his feet.

"Perhaps a tour should be next? The manor is hardly the largest you've worked in, I'm sure....but it wouldn't do to have you getting lost, would it? I would be happy to have you shown around before you retire for the evening. You can see just how comfortable I've arranged your stay here to be."

Careful to keep a passive face, Travis' mind flitted back to the instructions he had given his servants. Instructions he knew without a doubt would be carried out, no matter the amount of surprise upon hearing them. Kaylee would be shown around indeed, deliberately lost in the labyrinthine corridors of the "modest" manor house until she couldn't distinguish her own room from his......