A warm breeze tickled my shoulders, waking me gently. The big

bed I shared with Daddy was perfect, just like everything else about our

time together. Daddy was protective and gentle with me, though I had seen

the surface of his ruthless side. All someone had to do was cross him

regarding me, or have word get around someone was being mean to me and

Daddy shut it down. Sometimes I saw it when he wanted to push my

comfort zone, but he always seemed to know just exactly how far I could

go. Didn’t mean he didn’t push me further the next time, but he always

stopped before overwhelming me too much.

Smiling, I stretched and rolled over… to find an empty space next to

me for the first time since Daddy had made me his kitten. I gasped, sitting

up, my gaze darting around the room, looking for Daddy. But he wasn’t

there. I hated how dejected I felt, but I was used to having Daddy’s full

attention. We hadn’t been apart in weeks. Wherever Daddy was, I was there.

He’d kept me close by his side every single day. So, where was he?

That was when I noticed the note on his pillow beside me.

Kitten,

Don’t fret because I didn’t wake you before I left. I assure you it was

a hard decision on my part, but you needed your rest for what I have

planned for you today. I’ve prepared an outfit for you. You’ll find it in your

sitting room. You are to wear everything I have out and nothing more. Come

downstairs when you’re ready and we’ll begin.

Always remember you are mine, Kitten. You’re mine and I’m yours.

You’re my kitten. But you’re also my woman. Make me proud today. Wear

what I’ve put out for you. Be honest with me. Open your mind and trust me

to take care of you.

Love,

Daddy.

This sounded serious. Was Daddy upset with me about something?

He was careful to reassure me, but I was still nervous. I held his letter for

several moments before crawling out of bed and heading to my sitting

room. The outfit he had for me made my heart accelerate in both

nervousness and excitement.

Daddy had picked out a plain, pale blue sleeveless dress that hit

about mid thigh. No panties. Also, there was a tail attached to an anal plug.

The tail was the same pale blue as the dress with the fur as soft as mink, and

black ears of the same soft fur. There were tiny glittering blue gems in the

fur that sparkled under the light with every movement. The plug was small,

but still large enough to hold the weight of the tail. It was shaped so that,

when inserted into my ass, it would turn up just beneath the hem of the

dress Daddy wanted me to wear.

The previous day finally made sense. Daddy had hired a woman to

wax me and do my nails. She’d given me a wonderful massage and I’d been

so relaxed Daddy had just laughed and carried me to the bed where he’d

made gentle love to me. It had been an indoor spa day. A day for his

princess. One I’d thoroughly enjoyed. Daddy had done it for me, but he was

also preparing me for today.

I showered and dressed. I dried my hair in long spirals, leaving it to

hang loose just like Daddy loved it. I had trouble with the plug and tail, but

did the best I could, knowing the important thing was doing what Daddy

ordered. When we were in sexual situations, Daddy demanded total

obedience.

Taking one last look at myself in the mirror, I fluffed my hair once

more then headed downstairs. I found Daddy in the great sitting room

where we usually entertained guests. He was sitting on a loveseat, watching the stairs. When he saw me descend wearing the outfit he’d planned he

smiled warmly and stood.

“My beautiful princess,” he greeted. “Did you have trouble with the

tail?” His grin wasn’t mocking or unkind, just like a man who knew his

woman and knew she’d try her best to do as he’d asked.

I rolled my eyes and blew a curl out of my eye. “Yes, Daddy. It’s

making my dress flip up and show my ass.” He chuckled and reached for

me.

“Come. Turn around and I’ll fix it for you, Kitten.” As he

manipulated the tail, it moved the plug inside me, making me squirm.

“Does my beautiful Kitten like the way the tail plug feels inside her?”

“I do, Daddy.”

“Mmm… maybe it’s time to plug you more often. Get you ready for

my cock. Hmm?”

I shivered, looking at him over my shoulder. “I’d love that, Daddy.”

He turned me and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. “You’re my

lovely little kitten. My perfect woman. Are you ready for today?”

Again, I shivered, goose bumps erupted over my skin and my

nipples puckered. My pussy clenched and leaked out moisture. “I don’t

know what’s happening.”

“But I can see you’re excited.”

“I trust you, Daddy. Anything you do, you do for your pleasure, but

you’ve always made sure I enjoy it as much as you do.”

Daddy pulled me into his arms, hugging me tightly before kissing

me. “Our guests will be here in a few minutes. Shall we go over the rules?”

“Rules, Daddy?”

He chuckled. “You know there are always rules. This is your first

playdate so I will be lenient, but there are a few things I want you to

concentrate on. Everything I do has a purpose and this is just one step in making you my perfect pet.”

“I understand, Daddy.”

“Good. Now. Before I begin, I want to make sure you understand

you’re mine. You’re my pet and my woman. Anything we do is strictly for

us. I won’t enjoy it if you don’t, so it’s very important for you to tell me if

you’re uncomfortable. That being said, I want you to give everything we do

an honest try. I wouldn’t ask you to do something if it wasn’t what I wanted.

Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered, then repeated what I understood. “I will

try anything you expose me to. If I can’t find a way to enjoy it or I’m too

uncomfortable physically or emotionally, I’ll let you know immediately.”

“Good, Kitten. Use the red, yellow, green system. Red, we stop.

Yellow, we slow down. Green, all is well.”

“I understand, Daddy.”

As if on cue, the doorbell rang. Daddy smiled down at me. “One

more thing.” Daddy brought out a metal collar. It was a deep blue with clear

gems embedded in it. Instead of a thin band, it was more like a wedding

ring -- a thick metal about a half inch wide. He fastened it around my neck

and it rested comfortably against my collarbone. “You will wear this as a

symbol of my ownership whenever we have guests over, or whenever we

are outside this house. You’ve had one before when we’ve gone to the

office, but this one is your responsibility. Any guests we have, anyone I

introduce you to will respect that symbol and my claim on you. Do you

understand?”

“Yes, Daddy. Do I have to take it off?”

He smiled softly at me, as if the question pleased him. “You don’t,

my sweet Isabella. You may wear it as often as you like.”

I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him. “I love you so much, Daddy.”

“I love you too, Kitten. Now, go sit on your cushion by my chair.

And remember. Look to me if you’re nervous, or if something is set in

motion by someone else you’re not sure about. This isn’t a test. You’re not

going to disappoint me. I’m not going to be angry with you. The only thing

I would ever be upset over is if you had any doubt whatsoever and didn’t

bring it to me. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Daddy,” I answered softly. “I’ll look to you for anything I’m

unsure about.”

Daddy nodded crisply, then went to the foyer to receive our guests.

As I sat on the cushion, my arms resting on the seat of Daddy’s

chair. I noticed a second cushion next to the plush chair across from

Daddy’s. Mine had been there since the first day I’d agreed to be Daddy’s

kitten. This one wasn’t needed. What was going on? Was Daddy taking a

second pet? Was that why he kept reaffirming that I was his and he was

mine? Why he stressed to me that I needed to give what he wanted for us a

good try and not dismiss it out of hand?

My nerves were getting the better of me when I heard male voices

coming close. There was Daddy, but I thought I recognized the second

voice as well. Was that Victor? He was one of Daddy’s closest friends and

part of his innermost circle. He was also the man who’d suggested Daddy

punish me when I’d squirmed under his desk when he’d specifically told me

to be still, and the man who’d suggested he reward me for being such a

good kitten later in the same meeting.

“I appreciate the invitation, Jacob. I admit I was surprised you asked

me to bring Max. he’s a bit more… aggressive than I’d have picked for your

kitten.”

“She’s stronger than you give her credit for. I wouldn’t have asked

for Max if I hadn’t been certain he was what she needed.”

Daddy and Victor entered the room. Behind them was a man I didn’t know. He wasn’t as tall as Daddy or Victor, but was every bit as big and

muscular as them. He wore black leather pants, a loose white shirt opened

half way down his chest, and no shoes. At his throat was a black studded

collar attached to a silver leash. Victor had a firm grip on the leash. At his

crotch was a steel tiger cock cage. It seemed to be attached to a hole in the

front of his pants. While his cock was encased in the thing, his balls were

also caged in the same silver steel. He was locked in with a tiny padlock.

While not preventing an erection, the device would make it uncomfortable

should Max become aroused. The second the big man saw me, he moved in

my direction, a lustful gleam in his eyes. I whimpered, my gaze going

immediately to Daddy. The leash pulled tight and the man growled as he

was stopped abruptly.

“Max!” Victor snapped. “Kneel!” The big man sank to his knees

beside Victor, but his gaze had locked on my cowering form. “Are you sure

about this? The very last thing I want is to be responsible for that sweet

girl’s fear or for her getting hurt.”

“Which is why you’ll discipline your pet and teach him patience,”

Daddy said. There was no heat in his voice, just calm instruction. “Max has

needed discipline for a long while. We both know it. This is to help you as

much as it is to help me.”

Victor sighed. “He’s just been through so much. I wanted him to

have as free a rein as I could.”

“As you should have. Max has been through a lot in his young life.

But it’s time for him to be tamed. He’s not a feral cat. He’s a proud, fierce

tiger. And tigers have patience on the hunt.” Daddy looked at Max as if

speaking to him instead of Victor. Maybe he was. I tried to keep my own

eyes focused on Daddy, but my gaze occasionally darted to Max. A wary

prey keeping an eye on the predator.

Daddy turned to me and sat in the chair. I moved so that I sat between his legs, taking my cushion with me. I wrapped my arms around

one thigh and lay my head in his lap. Immediately, Daddy’s hand was

buried in my hair.