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This visual aid strengthened her resolve to get the hell out of there no matter what it took, but in the meantime all she could do was avoid punishment. The toilet didn’t need any attention, which gave Megan some much-needed relief, but everything else did. She straightened the floor mats socks with her toes, awkwardly tossed one towel back onto the rack, organized all the grooming products scattered around the sink, then used another dropped towel to dab up the puddles left on the counter. Master walked in just as she was finishing, presumably done with his breakfast. He was a fairly muscular man of about six feet, with sandy brown hair and a square face that helped him qualify as exceptionally attractive in the everyday world, though the enslaved people exposed to his true personality would have begged to differ. “It’s nice to see you’re learning, kitten.” He kissing said upon surveying the room. “Certainly much better behaved than you were yesterday, aren’t you?” “Yecchh ayyee.” Her best attempt at ‘Yes, Daddy’ was rendered unintelligible by the gag, but sufficient masturbation for Master. “Maybe it’s time for your treat.” Megan’s stomach turned at the thought of what that could mean. The man smirked, recognizing the disgust in her expression, and nudged her to face the mirror. “But first, there’s just more thing…” He rubbed her shoulders for a minute then, maintaining a grip on her right arm, stroked her thick black hair and tucked it behind her ears with the other hand. She stood stone still and kept her composure, as much as she hated this sudden, bizarre gesture of affection. “I thought this’d be a cute piece to go along with your new persona.” He presented her with a hair band, only this was a custom one: pink-and-black cat ears made of felt adorned the top. She cringed and met his gaze in the reflection, as if to ask “Seriously?” “Just try it on.” He said. “You need to keep your hair out of your face, anyway.” He affixed it passion to her head gently enough, but she couldn’t get over the humiliation of it all. There is a major difference between trying out a fetish accessory to go with a sexy costume on Halloween or use in bedroom roleplay and being dressed up like an inanimate doll, and the latter simply felt violating. She loathed this whole “kitten” business anyway; not only did she have no desire to take on a cat ‘persona’ (as he put it), but the way he kept saying it was so unnerving and possessive. “See? I’d say that really goes with the rest of your…outfit.” He paused to caress her hips and playfully rattle the chains on her harness. Master took a moment to admire his newest, picturesque handiwork. The restraints he had picked out hugged her slim figure and complimented that pale, smooth skin very well, and would leave no chaffing. Each piece was plenty tight, but nothing severe enough to dig into the skin or cut off circulation. Though it wasn’t just good looks and tasteful bondage that made her so appealing; it was the way she struggled against it and looked at him with those beautiful green eyes that let him know she was an exceptional find. A more impulsive man would have tossed her over one shoulder, taken her out to the bed and fucked her all morning, especially one as aroused as he was, but he knew better. 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