Master! Master! – Chapter 5.2

Latest fiction & first time story: Master! Master! – Chapter 5.2

by Sage_of_the_Forlorn_Path

For several days, buzzing and moaning could be heard almost nonstop. Momo spent even more of the daylight hours in the bedroom than before, putting the vibrator through its paces and switching out batteries like they were shotgun shells. Her masturbation habit had gone from being cute and sexy to being rather concerning. At this point, it was more of an addiction. And while I had originally gotten the smaller vibrator because it was cheaper than the plug-in model, the cost of batteries was burning through the savings like thermite.

One night, upon coming home, only Sonja and Chloe greeted me. Momo was absent. I sighed loudly and moved upstairs, finding her on top of some tangled and damp sheets. Whether it was the sound of the vibrator or her own moaning, she hadn’t heard me come up the driveway. I stood over her, her back to me and her butt in the air, completely unaware that I was there. This was actually the same way I had found her and she first started flicking her bean.

Listening to her moans, a peculiar idea came to me. A catgirl pleasuring herself would probably attract a lot of fetishists, fetishists with money. Maybe she could become one of those webcam girls with the premium sites, pay to watch. Hell, her cutesy way of talking might drive some people wild, and if I put some tape on her butt and gave her some realistic-looking fake human ears, viewers would just assume that her ears and tail were just some really well-made props. Sonja and maybe even Chloe could also get involved.

I immediately shot the idea down. For one thing, all my effort had to be put into hiding the girls rather than exposing him, plus… it felt like I would be taking advantage of them. They were in my care, so while having sex with them was one thing, putting them on the Internet to make money was approaching pimp levels. And they didn’t know any better, so I didn’t like the idea of making them do this when they couldn’t comprehend it and understand the meaning and consequences. Oh well, the idea was always there.

“Momo.”

She spun around, nearly falling off the bed as if she had just seen a cucumber. (Look it up.)

“Master!” she exclaimed.

“Momo, you and I need to have a talk.”

“Did Momo do something wrong?” Crap, she was being cute again. I swear she’s doing this on purpose.

I sat down next to her. “Momo, you’ve been using the vibrator too much.”

“But Momo lets Sonja use it when she asks!”

“I know, and I’m proud of you for that. But you’re spending way too much time up here, playing with yourself. Do something else with your day. I got you books and art supplies and you can use the computer now, plus it’s still plenty warm out if you put some clothes on, so maybe go run around with Sonja. I’m not taking it away, but from now on, you can only use it once a day, and I don’t mean until it runs out of batteries.”

Momo’s ears drooped. “Okay,” she mumbled.

“Come here, give me some love.”

She crawled over and gave me a kiss, then curled up with her head in my lap. I stroked her hair and her cheeks, making her purr.

“I love you,” I said.

“Momo loves Master, too,” she replied.

“Master!” x3

I woke up, quite unwillingly I might add. The girls no longer needed me to prepare breakfast for them, so I was finally able to sleep in on the weekends. At least that was the plan. They had left the bed to go eat, but immediately swarmed back.

“There had better be a fire,” I grumbled, face-down on the bed.

“It’s snowing!” Momo exclaimed.

I looked up at them. As expected, Sonja was overjoyed, Momo was pissed off, and Chloe was terrified. In the window behind them, I could see white flakes falling from the lightening sky. It was a flurry out there.

“Huh, the first snow of the season. Do you girls want to go play outside?”

“Yeah!” Sonja cheered.

Momo just pouted and shrugged, as if I was responsible for the snow. Beside her, Chloe was pulling her ears down over her face and squealing in fear. The girls and I got dressed and headed downstairs, then added on some extra layers and went outside. With a coat, hat, snow boots, and mittens, Sonja rocketed out the door and began frolicking through the yard.

“Snow! Snow! Snow! Snow!”

I stepped out onto the deck, Momo beside me and Chloe behind me. Momo was scowling, and with her ears covered with a hood, she looked like your average bitchy teenager. “Momo doesn’t like the cold, Momo misses her fur,” she said as she pulled the strings of her hood.

Chloe looked around, clinging to my jacket. “Is it safe to be out here?”

“Chloe, relax, it’s just frozen water. See?”

I scooped up a handful of fluff and held it to her, the flakes as white as her hair. She leaned forward and sniffed it, wiggling her nose. I blew into the pile, spraying them into her face like she was a powdered donut. She jumped back, her eyes wide, not looking scared so much as unable to process the feel of the snow touching her skin.

“Come on, let’s go for a quick walk before breakfast.”

The girls followed me into the woods, and as one would expect, Sonja zoomed around us, eyes always upwards and her tongue sticking out to try and catch the flakes.

“Master, Momo’s cold!” the feline whined, clinging to me like a koala. The feeling of my arm between her breasts definitely kept the cold at bay for me.

Strangely enough, Chloe was calm. She was paying more attention to her footing and steps, but appeared to have gotten used to the presence of snow. Perhaps she was getting more mature. As she followed me, I crouched down and picked up a handful of snow. It was pretty cold outside, so there wasn’t any moisture in the snow. I breathed into it, using the heat to melt the snow and then I formed it into a snowball.

“Hey, Sonja, catch!”

Down the path, Sonja turned around and I threw the snowball. She jumped up and it smacked her in the forehead. “Again! Again!” she hollered before I could worry.

After going back home, we all had breakfast and then crawled back into bed for a bit. Before falling asleep, I thought back to what the realtor agent had told me, about this house easily losing power. I still had yet to buy a generator and I needed to sign up for the plowing service. When we started getting real nor’easters, the last thing we needed was to be stranded out here without any power or food. After a brief nap, the girls and I got up, but Chloe only climbed out from under the bed so that she could crawl under the sheets and curl up in my warm spot. It seemed that she wanted to sleep a little longer.

Momo, Sonja, and I headed downstairs and had lunch, and as soon as she had eaten, Sonja put on her coat and boots and ran back outside, of course leaving the door open behind her. After closing it, I turned to Momo.

“I’m going to go run some errands, I’ll be back in a bit.”

“Oh, can we have raviolis tonight?” Momo asked.

“Sure thing.”

After I left, Momo found herself sitting at the table, unsure of what to do. She usually felt bored after naps, this was nothing new, but it was an annoyance. Maybe she could draw something? Nah. Play on the computer? Meh. Read a book. Yawn. She could always play with herself, but it would have to be on the couch. After all, Chloe had taken the bed. Chloe…

Momo’s ears perked up and she made her way upstairs. Reaching the bedroom, she stood at the foot of the bed, looking at the sleeping Chloe. Momo’s tail was curling and her ears were twitching from her rising energy. She crawled into the bed, the shaking of the mattress awaking Chloe. Seeing Momo and knowing what she was going to do, Chloe whimpered and turned away.

A deep purr in her throat, Momo pulled away the blankets, prompting Chloe to curl up the fetal position. Regardless of her passive resistance, Momo managed to work her hand between Chloe’s legs, her probing fingers slipping inside her. Chloe continued to whimper from Momo’s tickles, lacking the willpower to try and stop her. Chloe’s whine made Momo purr even louder, her own body beginning to react. She leaned over and nibbled on Chloe’s ears, making her shiver in response. She began to writhe and twist, feeling Momo’s tongue and lips massaging the sensitive cartilage, all while her fingers whisked up her virgin nectar.

It took only a couple minutes for her to achieve an orgasm, prompting a particularly loud squeak. Chloe rolled onto her back, gasping for air. Momo sat up, normally leaving after managing to coax an orgasm from Chloe, but this time, she instead reached over to the bedside table, into a drawer. Chloe tensed up when she heard that signature hum. Her eyes were tearful, but she didn’t resist Momo. Licking her lips, Momo brought the head of the vibrator to Chloe’s clit, drawing a continuous whine from the mouse.

Momo was curled up against her, purring with a small smile as she rubbed Chloe’s pussy with the vibrator. She was leaking like a sieve, the buzzing of the head making her body tremble like ripples in water. But Momo wasn’t satisfied with just making Chloe feel good. She climbed on top of her, similar to the missionary position. With their smooth legs intertwined, Momo began rubbing up against Chloe, letting the vibrator buzz against both their pussies. Due to the difference in height, Momo’s breasts were smothering Chloe. At first, she thought it was just coincidental, but with the way Momo was rubbing her chest against her face, she realized that Momo actually wanted her to do something.

Hoping it would get Momo to stop, Chloe opened her mouth and began sucking on her breasts. Momo groaned in bliss, relishing the feeling of lips on her nipples while the vibrator buzzed against her clit. Her tail stood erect, and soon enough, she came. Maybe Momo would finally leave, that’s what Chloe was hoping for. But Momo looked down at Chloe, staring into her eyes, and the hungry look on her face told her otherwise. Without saying a word, she began to crawl over Chloe, moving towards the headboard. She stopped once Chloe’s head was between her legs, suspending her dripping pussy over the girl’s tearful face. Sniffling, Chloe slowly extended her tongue, not having the strength to refuse.

“What the hell is going on here?!”

Momo looked over, seeing me in the doorway. It was a good thing I had forgotten my wallet on the bureau. Momo jumped off Chloe and hid behind the bed, while Chloe, crying, rushed over to me.

“Momo keeps tickling me! Make her stop!”

I looked at Momo. “What have you been doing to Chloe?”

“Momo just wanted to play with her!”

“Even when she clearly didn’t want to?”

Momo cocked her head to one side, not understanding why I was angry. What the hell was going on with her? Was Momo bisexual? Sure, I had seen Momo and Sonja lick my cum off each other’s breasts, or finger each other, but they had never kissed or shown any real sexual interest in each other. Why would she go after Chloe but not Sonja?

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I looked back and forth between them, from Chloe’s ears to Momo’s. Oh for fuck’s sake! Momo isn’t molesting Chloe because she’s bi, she’s bullying her because they’re cat and mouse! She’s playing with her fucking food! She used to do the same damn thing when she was a kitten. She’s catch mice and birds, and even when they were injured or dead, she would keep batting them around, trying to get them to fight back. I thought she had outgrown it, but Momo was still a predator and was picking on Chloe because she was small and weak.

“Momo, you’re not allowed to play with someone when they don’t want to! That’s very bad! Very bad! You’re going to spend the next few nights sleeping on the couch!” I then stormed over and took away her vibrator. “And you’re not getting this back anytime soon!”

For the rest of the day, Momo made herself scarce, hiding in the woods. It’s better that she did, because I was furious for the way she treated Chloe. I filled up her food bowl at dinner, but she didn’t come in to eat until we had all finished and left the kitchen, at which point she waited for us to go to bed. Sonja was confused as to why I was bringing down blankets and a pillow and leaving them on the couch, with Momo sniffling in the far corner of the house.

“Master, what’s going on?” she asked as she followed me up to the bedroom.

“Momo has been very bad, so for the next few nights, she’ll be sleeping on the couch.”

Sonja froze, trying to imagine what Momo had done to earn such a horrible punishment. In the bedroom, we found Chloe, sitting on Momo’s side of the bed. The blankets I had given Momo were from Chloe’s nest under the bed. After we all brushed our teeth, we were about to climb into bed, but I instead saw Chloe crawl under it. Even without blankets and a pillow, she still planned on sleeping on the floor.

“Chloe, wait.” She poked her head up from under the bed. “I know you like to sleep on the floor at night, but there is plenty of room in the bed for you. Come on, it’ll be too cold and uncomfortable for you down there.”

Chloe’s face turned red. Normally, she would only sleep in the bed for daytime naps, since at night, her rodent instincts told her to hide under things and avoid the nocturnal predators. She wasn’t used to being so exposed at night. Plus, she and I had never slept in the same bed before. Even when I went to take a nap, Momo and Sonja would always flank me and leave Chloe to snooze underneath. After seeing what I did with Momo and Sonja, she was worried about what I would do with her so close.

I held out my hand to her. “Don’t worry, it’s ok. I promise you, you’re safe.”

Rather than take my hand, she slithered up from under the bed and into the covers. I could feel her beside me, taking the same kneeling pose she would to eat.

“Ok, everybody cozy? Goodnight girls.”

“Goodnight, Master!” said Sonja with a smile.

“Goodnight, Master,” said Chloe, giving a muffled squeak under the covers.

The next day, I decided to treat everything as I would normally. Momo was still grounded and would sleep on the couch for a few more days, but I didn’t yell at her or anything like that. She had already run away once, back when she thought I loved Sonja more than her, and if I was mean to her, she might run away again. At the very least, she understood that she had done something wrong. I just had to hope that she would understand why it was wrong.

After returning home yesterday and finding Momo and Chloe, I hadn’t gotten anything done. I needed to get this place ready for winter. Having slept in a bit and had breakfast, I found the girls playing in the living room. Chloe was doodling, Momo was playing Space Invaders on the laptop, and Sonja was reading Dr. Seuss.

“Girls, I’m going to go out and run some errands.”

“Bye, Master!” they said.

They all looked up to me, and when my eyes met Momo’s, I gave her a glare that said ‘you’re on thin ice, don’t fuck this up’. I think she got the message; she immediately hid behind the laptop.

Driving to the nearby town, I stopped at the hardware store and got some snow shovels, salt, sand, long-lasting candles, and a generator. I didn’t need something too heavy duty, just enough power to keep the water running and maybe the stove and microwave. Either way, the cost was more than I expected and I could feel rocks piling up in my stomach. Chloe’s addition hadn’t raised living expenses by very much, but even as an office manager, I was living paycheck to paycheck. I still made enough to have some savings left over, but it was scary how often those savings got depleted. It was a good thing I didn’t pay for heating oil or firewood.

That night, we had raviolis and meat sauce, just like Momo wanted, sort of like a peace offering. But now, hanging from her shoulder like a purse, Chloe carried a water gun. I had gotten it for her at the store and instructed her to spray Momo if she ever got even a little bit touchy-feely. She appeared reluctant to use it, but I could also see that she was relieved to have it. Hopefully the relationship between them was still mendable. But I was happy that the four of us could again watch TV together on the couch.

“Master,” Sonja whispered.

She was on her back, her legs wrapped around my waist. Even the smallest thrust made her breasts jiggle like Jell-O. With Momo still sleeping downstairs, it was just Sonja and I. I decided to take it slow tonight, gentle, loving, contrary to the hardcore threesomes we usually had. She looked so beautiful, even in the darkness, her blonde hair catching even the faintest light. My lips met hers, our tongues following suit, not even separating when I pulled out or rushed into her.

It was nice to do it this way for a change. Sometimes one on one is better than a threesome. Besides, seeing us as we were now, Chloe’s expression was almost one of awe. Normally, she would look terrified when she watched me have sex with Momo and Sonja, but that was because we were normally much more hardcore in that scenario, fucking like porn stars. But now that she was seeing it this way, seeing how tender and caring it could be, her fear was disappearing. Lying just two feet away, wrapped in blankets, she watched with wide eyes and slick thighs.

Sonja finished, I coming in second. I kissed her on the nose. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you too, Master,” she murmured.

I moved off her and turned to Chloe, kissing her too on the nose. “Goodnight, Chloe.”

“Goodnight, Master.”

I left home that frigid Monday morning with a bit of worry. Chloe had told me that Momo often came after her in the middle of the day, usually when she was napping. I had stepped out yesterday to run errands, but with the work week starting once again, that was more than eight hours a day where I wouldn’t be supervising them. But I had left Sonja with the task of keeping Chloe safe, and the last time I checked on them, they were curled up in bed, Chloe with her water gun always in reach. Momo had one more night to spend on the couch, and I hoped for her sake that she didn’t screw up.

Hours later, Chloe and Sonja woke up and headed downstairs. They found Momo on the couch, shaking her head after a very unsatisfying nap.

“Momo misses Master’s bed,” she whined.

Chloe hid behind Sonja, worried that Momo might do something to her in her frustration.

“Well it’s your own fault,” said Sonja. “You made Master angry.”

“Momo doesn’t know why Master is angry.”

Sonja cocked her head to one side. “Huh, I don’t know either. What did you do, again?”

“She kept playing with me, even though I didn’t want to,” said Chloe.

“Momo thought Chloe was a toy.”

“Well of course Master is angry at you! How could you think Chloe is a toy? Master doesn’t think we are toys!”

Momo’s ears twitched, the words finally getting through. “Chloe, Momo is sorry,” she said.

Momo had already apologized before, or more accurately, been forced to, but Sonja and Chloe could tell that this one was truly genuine. Chloe stepped out from behind Sonja, holding her hands in front of her.

“I forgive you,” she squeaked.

I came home, finding Momo and Chloe on the couch, reading a picture book together. Chloe didn’t seem nervous and didn’t have her water gun next to her. It warmed my heart, seeing them finally getting along. That evening, Momo seemed less miserable about sleeping on the couch. Perhaps she had realized what she did wrong and was willing to bear her punishment. Anyways, this was the last night she was grounded, and even I was glad that it was over. She and I hadn’t had sex since I punished her, so it would be good for things to get back to normal.

I rolled off a very satisfied Sonja, finding Chloe watching us with wide eyes. “Come here, cutie,” I said, pulling her close. She tensed up when I put my arm around her, thinking I was going to use her for Round 2. Instead, I simply held her against me, her forehead pressed against my chest.

“M-Master?” she asked.

“We don’t cuddle enough.” The bed began to shake and small yips could be heard. I looked back Sonja. She was sound asleep but wiggling and whining. “Huh, look at her go. She must be dreaming about chasing squirrels.”

It was a new day and I was happy as could be. Sure, there was a frigid downpour outside and I had cut myself shaving, but neither of those could ruin my mood. Why? Because it had been more than a month since Chloe appeared, and never had she shown a single sign of a menstrual cycle, meaning she couldn’t get pregnant and was open for business!

“Ok, girls, I’ll see you tonight,” I said as I got my shoes on.

The girls were still having breakfast, but they got up to say goodbye. Each of them gave me a kiss and then returned to her bowls, but I grasped Chloe’s wrist before she could get away.

“Hold on a second, Chloe.”

It took only an instant for her eyes to become watery and her ears to droop. “Did I do something wrong?”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” I got down on one knee and kissed her hands. “I just wanted to ask you something. I was thinking that maybe… you and I could play together tonight? You don’t have to worry, I’ll be gentle. But we won’t do it if you don’t want to.”

Her hair, ears, and tail stood on end and her body glowed red like a Christmas light. “M-M-M-M-M-Master…”

“Relax, you don’t have to answer now. Think about it. Now how about another kiss?” She was still petrified, so I kind of had to steal one.

“Ah, time for a nap!” said Sonja after washing the egg grease off her lips.

“Momo missed sleeping in the bed,” the feline added.

The two of them walked towards the stairs but stopped when they realized Chloe wasn’t following them. She was still standing by the door, nervous as could be.

“Chloe, are you ok?” Sonja asked.

Chloe turned to them. “Master said he wants to play with me tonight.” She had her eyes downcast and was fidgeting.

Contrary to Chloe’s mood, Sonja perked right up and rushed over to her with a big grin. “That’s great! You’re going to love playing with Master!”

“But I’m too scared! I don’t want it to hurt!”

Momo walked over. “It only hurts the first time, then it feels great.”

“How did you two do it?”

“Momo started it first. Master didn’t want to do it but he quickly changed his mind when his thing went in Momo.”

“And I had to wait for Momo to go outside before Master and I could play together and we both had a great time.”

“But what if Master doesn’t like me?”

Momo and Sonja looked at her as if she had just spoken in gibberish.

“Why wouldn’t he?” they asked.

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