Thread by @Trauma_Posting

My little kitten

#nsfwtwt #petplay #softdom #kitten

"Oh kitten, where are you? I'm home." I begin to shake off my coat once I hear the urgent jingling of the little bell attached to your collar.

It only takes a few moments for you to rush into the hallway on all fours and throw yourself against my leg, just like you do every time I'm away for a few hours.

"Awww, did somebody miss me?" I toss my coat to the side and reach down to pet you as you wrap your arms around my leg. I'm sure you'd be grabbing really hard if your hands weren't locked away in pretty paw mittens.

My fingers brush against the soft fur of your ears, and the reaction from you is instant. You let out a mewl of satisfaction, which quickly turns into a series of purrs as I deftly pet and scritch your twitchy, fuzzy ears. Your tail sticks straight up, flicking side to side.

You had raised such a fuss about getting the surgery, but now whenever I pet your ears or scritch your head you turn into a mewling little puddle. Lucky for you, I know best. And the noises you make when I grab the base of your tail while I'm balls deep inside you.

I'm not afraid to admit that's what's made me full you up with hot, sticky girlcum on more than one occasion.

I know you'd sit here clutching my leg and being petted for hours. Thankfully, one of us is responsible. "C'mon, kitty, let go." I give you one last scritch, before-

standing up straight.

Immediately your face shifts from being buried against me to looking up. It's forever cute to see how big your pupils get when you look at me. "Meowwwww," you whine, weakly trying to grab at me through your paws.

"You're very adorable, kitten, but I need to make some food, and by the way your ears just perked up, I know you are too." Youre too cute for me not to smile, and to give your lil ears one last quick scritch.

Once I've de-kittened my leg, I make my way into the kitchen with you excitedly rushing along behind me, jingling once again. I can still remember the first day I wrapped that pretty collar around your neck and made you mine like it was yesterday.

"Have you been a good pet for me today, sweetie? Remember, I'll know if you're lying, and I'll be very cross with you." I turn my gaze down to you after grabbing a few things from the fridge.

It's satisfying to watch you do just the slightest little squrim when I look at you seriously. You seem to think for a moment, before finally nodding.

I pretend to be looking into your soul with my piercing gaze. In reality, I'm completely certain you're telling me the truth.

When you went for surgery to get your ears and tail, I might have had them throw in a few behavioural changes too. Nothing at all major, just little things. Like the fact that whenever you try to lie to me you do a little blep subconsciously.

"I'll make enough for you then too, no dry food for my good kitty today." Before I start cooking, I put a little chocolate treat inside one of those pet puzzle boxes, before passing it over to you to keep you entertained. If you could use your fingers, it'd be easy to get into.

Unfortunately, your paws make it rather difficult, and it quickly absorbs your concentration. I can hear you jingling and whining in the background as you try to get it open. So easily amused.

Eventually, you manage to get it open and you eagerly eat your treat like the fearsome predator you are. Once you're done, you look up to see me standing there with a bowl. You're not sure how long I've been watching you, but your cheeks flush crimson nonetheless.

"How did I get so lucky to have the cutest little kitty in the whole wide world, hm?" Your cheeks turn an even deeper shade of red, but you do let out a happy giggle. Hearing the sweetness of your laugh makes me want to cover you in kisses.

"Before I get distracted by a certain special pet, dinnertime." I set your bowl down by my feet, before taking a seat at the table.

The chocolate was just enough to remind you how hungry you feel, so you scrabble across the floor to your dinner.

Your first properly cooked meal in a few days because of some bad behaviour. It's delicious.

Eating at my feet is one of the many things that makes you feel even more petbrained. It's such a powerful reminder that you are lesser than me, that I own you.

But, while you might be beneath me, it's also a reminder that I love, treasure, and care for you. You're my special kitten. All mine to play with and spoil.

But, while you might be beneath me, it's also a reminder that I love, treasure, and care for you. You're my special kitten

All mine to play with and spoil.

"Why don't we go rest on the couch for a little while, kitten? You can rest your head in my lap, and I can scritch under your chin and play with your ears. If you're a good little pet for me, we can play in a bit.

I can break out some yarn and your other favourite toys." I wait until I'm sure you're finished before starting to speak.

A few minutes of cleanup later, I'm sat watching TV with your head in my lap. I can feel the vibrations of your purrs against my legs. My fingers softly run through your hair, scratching in circles, playing with your ears. I feel content. Life is good.