Loathe to Love Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

Loathe to Love Ch. 05

... myself to relax against her body, wrapping my arms around her torso in a loose hug. Natalia closed her eyes and continued petting me, a faint smile on her lips.

**

The rest of the week followed a similar pattern. There were moments when I could find the feeling of being controlled--usually when I was actually with Natalia--and much longer stretches when I couldn't. Worries of accidental disobedience or insufficient performance continued to plague me, growing worse as we settled into our roles.

It wasn't all bad. The greater my dedication, the greater satisfaction I gained from signs of Natalia's approval. And even without it, the increased structure and limitations on my behavior gave me the feeling of being controlled I'd longed for. There were even brief periods when I could set aside my anxieties and take comfort in submitting to Natalia and obeying her orders.

"On your hands and knees," she declared one evening just after dinner. "Kittens don't walk upright."

I looked up at her in confusion. Was she being serious?

"Come on," she cooed, bending over and putting her hands on her knees to talk down to me. "You can do it!"

She was. She actually wanted me to debase myself by getting down to the ground just like...just like a good little adorable spoiled kitten.

A wave of heat spread across my body as I realized her true intent. This wasn't debasement; it was an opportunity to give myself more fully to her. Natalia's soft reassurances and non ...

... threatening stance were evidence of that. She was helping me down. And I...despite my initial hesitancy, Iwanted to go to that simpler state of mind. To let her think for me and let instinct take the reins.

Blushing furiously, I tucked my skirt out of the way and sank down to my hands and knees.

"Good girl!" Natalia chuckled to herself and stood tall again. She started down the hallway at a brisk pace, not looking back at me. "Come!" I scrambled to follow her, no doubt with all the grace of a clumsy newborn kitten. From this low to the floor, my perspective was quite different--distances seemed longer, furniture larger, and Natalia far more impressive in stature. I glanced up at her whenever I was able, taking in her majesty and how small I was before her. It made me feel far meeker than usual. Not cowed, necessarily, but hushed in both voice and thought. All I could focus on was how much I wanted to belong to and please my Miss.

When Natalia paused before our bedroom door, I became overwhelmed by that feeling and rubbed my face against her calf. She looked down at me and smiled, her face flush and eyes bright as if from drunkenness.

"Meow for me," she ordered almost sheepishly.

That, at least, was no issue--I'd spend many afternoons growing up conversing with Harold, the palace's old stable cat. "Mrrow!"

Natalia put a hand over her heart and let out a surprised and delighted belly laugh. "Oh my.There she is. Yes, dear. Hello. Do you want me to pet you?"

Her ...