DoD - Pt 1 - Ch 3c: Cats' pet, Breakfast
#5 of Dawn of Dusk
Dawn of Dusk - Part 1: Tavern Wench - Chapter 3c: Cats' pet, Breakfast
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When I woke up, I could not remember my dreams all that clearly, but I could remember enough to tell that they had been very interesting and that my mistress for the night and other females had figured prominently in them. My recollection was a little hazy, but I am certain that at times I was in my mistress's body, playing with my own, exploring every inch of fur and skin and every crevice and then I was suddenly back in my own. Or maybe I had even been in both at the same time, touching myself from the outside while feeling from the inside how it felt to be touched. In any case I had slept well and woke up full of energy. Well, my mistress woke me up by exploring my snatch, kneading my breasts and licking and nibbling at my ears. She must have been at it for a while, because when I woke up I was already close to cumming. I had no idea how she managed to get me that hot without waking me up, but somehow she had done it. As soon as she noticed that I was awake she redoubled her assault on my senses and I climaxed and howled in pleasure almost before I knew what was happening. What a way to wake up! Once I had climaxed, my mistress reduced her efforts. She continued to tease me, but just enough to keep me hot. When my breathing had more or less normalized she greeted me, "Good morning, my pet. Did you sleep well?" "Yes, Mistress, I slept very well. Thank you for waking me up." "Did you like how I woke you up?" "Yes, Mistress, I liked it a lot." "Good. Now let's see if you can wake me up as well." Mistress Thistle unlocked the ties that connected the two of us. She stood up and walked to the table. It was still dark outside. Rather than light the candle she produced a glow-stone from one of her bags and lit it, setting it to a warm hue. My mistress returned to the bed and grinned down at me. She commanded, "Kneel here. Legs spread." "Yes, Mistress." A shiver of excitement ran through me as I obeyed. She adjusted my position and had me put my left ankle above the right and then she touched them, connecting the cuffs together, locking my legs in their widely spread position. My mistress knelt in front of me, put her paws on my knees to steady me and commanded, "Lie back." I obeyed. She put her paws on the bed next to my ankles and commanded me to reach for her with my paws. When I did she grabbed both of my paws and pulled them towards her until I had to arch my back. When she touched the cuffs that encircled my wrists to those around my ankles they stuck fast, leaving me completely helpless. Finally she put a leather strap around my head and attached the two pads to it, blindfolding me. And then she teased me for several minutes, gently scratching and poking me with the razor sharp tips of her claws. The pinpricks hurt a little, but not all that much. Being so completely at her mercy scared me but it was also extremely arousing. She toyed with my helpless body until I was panting hard and close to coming. But she did not allow me to come, for now at least she wanted to have fun herself. The bed shook when she suddenly changed her position. One sniff was enough to tell me that her flower was now directly above my muzzle. She must have enjoyed playing with me, the scent of her arousal was very strong. Licking her was somewhat difficult. She had connected my arms to my ankles in such a way that I had to arch my back, which made lifting my head far enough to get my tongue inside her rather difficult and exhausting. I did my best and soon I could tell that my mistress enjoyed my efforts. As before, I could taste, smell and feel her reactions to my questing tongue. I enjoyed her taste and the purrs of pleasure I could feel on the tip of my tongue. I was certain that she had chosen my position quite deliberately, so that I could pleasure her, but that it was difficult and exhausting for me. And she fought her rising excitement, dragging out the whole thing as long as possible. My world contracted to my muzzle, my questing tongue and the straining muscles in my neck and shoulders. I have no idea how long it took until my mistress finally screeched in pleasure and drenched the fur on my muzzle with her cream. I kept her going for a bit, but then my muscles suddenly gave out and my head dropped back onto the mattress. I lay there panting from exertion. I tried several times to lift my head, but my muscles just didn't want to cooperate. Finally Mistress Thistle helped me lift my head far enough enough that I could clean her up a little.
She released my head and the bed shook as she changed position again. Now she lay to my left, her body pressed against mine. The wet heat of her cunt pressed against my thighs. She turned my head towards her and then we kissed for a time while her right paw played with my body, sometimes poking me with the tips of the claws, sometimes touching me gently with the soft pads. Her fingers explored my widely spread flower, kneaded my breasts and squeezed my nipples. As before, my total helplessness excited me and made the whole thing all that much more arousing. She was a fantastic kisser and I was loath to even take a break long enough to force desperately needed air into my lungs. I whimpered in distress when she finally broke the kiss and moved her head away from mine. She regarded me for a bit and then declared, "Not bad, my little pet. At least for a beginner." A shiver of anxiety ran through me, but after a moment her she added, "You still have a lot to learn. But I enjoyed your efforts. I think you earned a little reward."
And then she began her sweet, sweet torture. Her fingers seemed to touch me everywhere and nowhere. Sometimes the soft brush of her pads, sometimes the tingling touch of the tip of a claw and every now and then a painful poke or scratch. But the pain never lasted, it just made things more interesting, like a peppercorn in the stew, and the little pinpricks never let me forget how utterly at her mercy I was. And by the time I figured out what exactly she was doing, her fingers had already moved on. Her mouth was just as busy, kissing me, licking me, nibbling and sometimes biting gently. Sometimes we kissed, then she turned her attention to my ears, neck or breasts. I was panting and moaning with arousal in moments. She played with me, letting me cool off a little and then bringing me so close to a climax that I was certain that one more touch would set me off. Again and again I came that close, but every time she let that final reward slip away again. I was so utterly, frustratingly and yet deliciously helpless and at her mercy. My body strained to lean into her touch but I could barely move. The only part of me that could move more than a fraction of an inch was my head. And I could wave my tail around, but not for long, after a short while she pulled it down on the bed and pinned it there with her leg. Soon I couldn't think any more, or maybe better, the only thing I could focus on was my desperate struggle to get that tiny little piece of extra stimulation that would finally take me over the edge. I have no idea how long that went on, it seemed to last forever, but it couldn't really have been all that long. And then my mistress slowed her ministrations little by little and let me cool down a little. I groaned in frustration and whimpered, but she just ignored me. Somehow I was sure that she was grinning widely, enjoying my helpless struggles immensely.
As I slowly cooled down and my brain started working once more, I noticed that I could smell my own arousal much more clearly than I expected and I realized that my mistress must have smeared the juices of my arousal all over my muzzle. And not just my own, hers as well. My facial fur was still drenched with her juices from when I had licked her to a climax a short while ago, but I was certain that the smell was not just from that, but from the fresh juices produced by her arousal from playing with me. I felt her breath in my left ear. She leaned even closer and I giggled at the tickling sensation as she licked the inside of my ear. Mistress Thistle asked, "Are you enjoying yourself..." I was just about to answer when her finger invaded my sex and which turned whatever I wanted to say into a long moan. A moment later I heard a loud slurping noise and a moment later she went on, "my little tasty rodent?" Suddenly I found myself blushing furiously. Not that this was anything to be ashamed of, or something that I heard for the first time, plenty of lovers had tasted me and told me the same thing. But somehow she managed to get under my fur with everything she did. It took a number of deep breaths before I trusted myself to answer, "Yes, Mistress." She licked my ear again and whispered, "Do you want more?" I whispered back, "Yes, Mistress." "Really? I can't hear you." I repeated that in a normal voice, "Yes, Mistress." "I still can't hear you. Do you want me to touch you?" I groaned inwardly as I realized where she was going. She would make me beg for release, and probably loud enough that the whole neighborhood would be able to hear it. I blushed once more in embarrassment at having to do that. Not that it was the first time I had done that, but few males had tried that and fewer still had held out long enough to get me far enough to make me beg without succumbing and giving me what I wanted anyway. But now I was completely at the mercy of my mistress and I was sure she would not let me come until she got what she wanted from me. Suddenly I realized that I could feel not only myself, but her as well, and that I had for a while now. But I hadn't noticed it before now. I could feel her fingers brush over the wet petals of her own flower and the pleasure it brought her. Brought both of us. If felt almost but not quite the same as when she touched me. And I was suddenly certain that she felt my body in just the same way. "Well?" I had thought about this long enough for her to get impatient. I decided quickly to play along and I answered in voice loud enough to be heard from the corridor, "Yes, Mistress, please touch me." "Ooh" Her finger invaded my gaping sex and teased my quivering flesh in the most pleasant manner possible. She stopped moving her finger around after a few moments, pulling it back until the fur on her fingertips just barely stayed in contact with my skin and asked, "Do you want me to touch your cunt?" "Yes, Mistress." When she didn't react I begged louder, "Mistress, please touch my cunt!" which finally got the desired response and her fingers resumed her exploration of my cave. That game went on for quite a while. Slowly, little by little she brought me closer to a climax, always requiring me to beg louder and louder. By the end I was screaming at the top of my lungs and could probably be heard by most of the neighborhood. Our senses remained linked and I could feel her arousal rise in step with mine. I was sure that she could feel everything she did to me almost as if it was done to her. I have no idea how she retained her cool and managed to drag our game out for so long. Of course, I only thought about it later, at the time it didn't take long before her teasing turned me crazy and I couldn't think, at least not about anything but the sweet torture she inflicted on me and my need to come. In the end she brought me off by poking a claw hard at the by now hypersensitive skin around my tailhole. My chittering squeaks were joined by her screech of pleasure and for a moment, at least, she was as loud if not louder than I was. She continued to pleasure me and we both had several more climaxes before she finally stopped. I slowly came back to my senses and found that I was in quite a bit of pain. My throat was sore and my limbs hurt from struggling against the bonds so hard. As did my wrists and ankles, though I later realized that the bonds had been extraordinarily easy on my skin and hurt it much less than normal rope and shackles did. For a short while we just lay there, resting after the climatic bliss. Mistress Thistle's head lay on my chest and I could feel and hear her labored breathing. She sounded almost as spent as I felt.
But it didn't take her long to get her strength back. Suddenly she was moving and climbed on top of me. A moment later her scent hit me as she positioned her wet sex directly above my muzzle. She commanded, "Clean me." Her sex was so close I didn't even have to lift my head, I just had to extend my tongue a little to reach it. "Yes, Mistress." That was more of a croak than intelligible speech. I began lapping at her wet lips and the fur around them. Apparently satisfied with my response, she began to lick at my flower as well. But I realized quickly that she had no intention to clean me up as well, but that she just licked at me to tease me with the tip of her tongue and, presumably, because she enjoyed the taste of my juices. After a few minutes she suddenly got up and left the bed. I heard a few pops and cracks as she stretched and then I heard her walk around. I only heard that because I knew the minute sounds the floorboards made by heart. She used the chamber pot to relieve herself. A few almost inaudible noises from the direction of the table, somewhat louder creaks, probably from the window blinds, and then she returned to stand next to the bed. A moment later she removed the pads that blindfolded me. I looked up at Mistress Thistle's smiling face and I was almost blinded by her beauty; for a moment I thought that it was Lespia herself, looking down at me. It was not only her beauty that blinded me, but also the light from the outside. It had been dark outside when she blindfolded me but now the sun was up and the light flooded the room. She bent down and kissed me between the eyes. She held something directly in front of my muzzle and after a moment I got what she wanted, opened my mouth and extended my tongue. She deposited a small item on my tongue. I suckled on it and found it to be a sweet. It tasted of honey and herbs. I could identify sage and mint, but there were more. It tasted good and I was pleased to find that it soothed my sore throat. "Careful, I'm going to untie you." She reached underneath my rump and with an almost audible click the cuffs around my wrists separated from my ankles. I groaned as my joints and muscles protested at the sudden loss of tension and the involuntary movement. But after a moment the pain receded as I could lie easier now. Then she disconnected the cuffs on my ankles from each other, lifted my hips a little and helped me stretch out my legs so I could lie on my back normally. She went down on her knees and asked, "Do your limbs hurt, my little pet?" "Yes, Mistress. A little." "Hold still." She took the holy symbol of Lespia she wore around her neck into both paws and began to pray. I couldn't understand much of what she said as she used the old tongue. The sun was too bright to be sure, but it seemed that a glowing nimbus began to surround her paws and head. She touched my chest right over the heart and continued to pray. I felt a pleasant warmth flow into me from the palm of her hand and the pain in my limbs receded further. When she finally stopped praying, her face looked a little drawn. It seemed that the spell of healing she had cast on me had drained her. But she didn't let that stop her. She climbed into the bed and lay down beside me again. When I looked into her face again, she seemed as full of energy as ever. "Thank you, Mistress, my arms and legs are much better now." "You're welcome, you looked like you needed it. That was pretty intense, wasn't it? Did you enjoy our little game?" "Yes, that was crazy. I think I almost exploded, I came so hard." She chuckled and looked at the foot of the bed, "It certainly looked like it, I think you squirted your milk almost to the wall over there." I couldn't see the floor as I lay on my back, but now that I thought about it, I could feel that the bed-sheets were wet and sticky where my feet lay. Suddenly I could feel my muzzle heat up. While it pleased a part of me that I had climaxed that hard, something about the way my mistress said it and the way she looked at me embarrassed me no end. Trying to change the subject I ventured, "I didn't know that an initiate could cast such a powerful spell." "Powerful spell? You mean the healing spell I just used on you?" "Yes." "It isn't, powerful, that is. This spell is only useful for minor wounds, a small cut at most. And even casting a minor spell like this is exhausting for me." She considered me for a bit and grinned down at me, "It is very useful, though, particularly when I play rough with my toys. It's perfect for rope burns, scratches and the occasional pulled muscle." After a moment she licked her lips lustily and commanded, "Enough of that. Now I want to know what your other end tastes like." Suddenly I began to blush furiously. For a moment I was convinced that she was referring to my rear end, but then she pulled me close and kissed me full on the mouth. I responded in kind and soon I felt as if I was falling into her twinkling eyes. We didn't break the kiss until we were both close to suffocating. After that the whole thing turned into what was best described as a friendly wrestling match. Something told me that she wanted me to respond in kind and not just accept her advances as her pet. We kissed and licked each other, even nipping the ears or nipples. We groped each other with wild abandon. I'm sure my mistress felt it when my claws broke her skin, but she gave no sign of displeasure, rather the opposite. She wasn't gentle either, but since she could keep her claws sheathed when she wanted to, her claws only poked me once or twice. If I wanted to be critical, I could complain that I missed getting poked by a hard male organ, but apart from that our wrestling match was as much fun as any I had and definitely better than most.
When we finally stopped I was almost as flushed and exhausted as if we had straight out sex. And I felt almost as good, the only thing missing was the climax at the end. From her labored breathing my mistress was just as exhausted as I was. We continued to cuddle and enjoy each others' company. "Mistress?" "Yes, my tasty little pet?" "I know I promised to be yours until after breakfast, but my sister hurt her hand yesterday and can't cook. I would really like to help my mother prepare breakfast, so she doesn't have to do everything alone." "I see, so you want to leave now?" "Yes, Mistress. But only if you allow it." "Hm-mm, so you want to back out of the deal?" "No, Mistress. I keep my promises, I just asked. If you allow it, then I will do my best to make up for it, I will do whatever you require. If you want I will be your pet for the rest of the morning, from after breakfast to the start of the lunch rush." "Hmm, a tempting offer. Unfortunately I have business to attend today and then we have to leave." She considered me for a long moment, "Let me think." She put a paw on my right shoulder and gently but firmly forced me to lie down on my back. While her eyes never left my face, her left paw slowly moved south. She felt up my breasts, pinched both of my nipples, hard, just this side of actually painful. Something in her eyes told me that I had better lie still. Her paw moved on to caress my belly, using the claws frequently and forcefully but just not hard enough to cause real pain. Once more I felt my muzzle heat up as my mistress's paw moved further down. As she touched me around the junction of my legs, I became intensely aware of how wet I was down there, the fur and even more the petals of my flower. A little gasp escaped my lips when two of her fingers spread my lower lips and another one invaded my sex. My breathing sped up as the finger explored deep into me and seemed to touch me everywhere at once. A sharp jab at the sensitive nub deep inside me surprised me made me squeak with sudden desire. The squeak turned into a frustrated groan when I found myself suddenly uncomfortably empty. Mistress Thistle slowly brought the paw closer to her face. She sniffed at the wet finger and licked it slowly, savoring the taste and then she grinned and made a pleased noise. With a little shock I realized that I had been holding my breath, awaiting my mistress' verdict, and suddenly it felt as if all the blood had rushed into my face. My mistress clearly enjoyed my reactions. Her paw returned to my sex to get me to produce and then scoop up more of my juices to be tasted twice more. And somehow each time it was the same mixture of emotions. Desire, lust, frustration and embarrassment. I just couldn't understand why I was so embarrassed by this. It wasn't like my mistress was doing anything that dozens of lovers had not done to me before. Only most of them had been male, but I didn't see how that would make such a big difference for me. Mind you, the embarrassment wasn't really bad, more an intense feeling of wicked excitement than anything, but still. Mistress Thistle's paw moved towards my eagerly waiting nether lips once more. This time I could feel my muscles tense minutely, lifting my hips to meet her. It was almost a shock and definitely a big disappointment when she pulled her paw back. Still grinning down at me she said, "You may leave." I almost gasped, the sudden dismissal hit me like a slap."Are... are you sure?" A sudden minute movement of her legs drew my eyes to her glistening petals of her flower, and her taste and scent seemed to overwhelm me for a moment. "Well, you wanted to go and help prepare breakfast. Either stay or leave now." For a moment I was sorely tempted to stay and taste her milk some more, but then my sense of duty won out. I got up and staggered towards the door. But before I had taken more than a few steps, my mistress commanded, "Take off the collar and the cuffs. Put them on the table." "Yes, Mistress." I did as she told me. The collar and the cuffs came off with easily. Without them I suddenly felt extremely naked. For a long moment I stood there and then I turned back to the bed and asked, "Are you angry with me, Mistress?" She considered me for a long moment until I thought that she wouldn't even say anything, but then she answered, "No, Daisy, I am not angry, just a little disappointed. Not with you, mind, I can understand that you have your duties, but I had hoped to have more time with you. We had a lot of fun, didn't we?" The tone in her voice told me that she was anything but happy, but the smile on her lips and in her eyes said that she really was not angry, or at most a little bit. "Yes, we did. I had a lot of fun. Thank you, Mistress. If you can find a little more time to play with me, I would be very happy." We looked at each other for another long moment and then she shrugged her shoulders. I took that as a dismissal and turned to leave.
I got almost all the way to the door when I heard a, "Daisy?" I stopped, turned around and asked, "Yes, Mistress?" Thistle was sitting on the bed. She looked at me, then her eyes dropped to look at my crotch and she licked her lips. The sudden rush of excitement and lust almost overwhelmed me. Not to mention the sudden acute embarrassment. Her eyes bored into me, I could almost feel them touch me down there. After a moment that seemed both eternally long and yet over all too soon her gaze returned to my face. She paused deliberately before she finally told me what she wanted, "I might be in the mood to finish my breakfast with a little squirrel milk." It took me a few moments to make sense of that and then a huge wave of embarrassment and lust washed over me as I suddenly had a vision of me lying on the table in front of mistress Thistle as she licked up my juices while every eye in the room was on me. Humiliation warred with lust and desire and eventually the latter won. I somehow managed a, "Yes?" that sounded more like a terrified squeak than intelligible speech to my eyes. Her eyes lit up at that, "Provided the milk stays fresh and the bowl is inviting." It took me a bit to make sense of that, but even then I wasn't sure; my best guess was that she wanted me not to wear anything and not to clean up. "Ummm?" She looked at me strangely, but finally let me off the hook and explained, "Don't wash off all the tasty stuff and don't hide your... tasty parts." She seemed to think about it for a moment and then she got up and walked to the shelf on which her bag rested. She rummaged around in it and then turned to me and showed me a shirt, "You can wear this if you want." The tone of her voice told me that I could wear this shirt or nothing. It was a very nice shirt, pastel pink, almost the color of skin, at least for many humans. It was decorated with two stitched flowers on the front, on the left side was a lily and on the right side was an orchid. The symbols of Lillith and Lespia, respectively. I had no compunction wearing the former, but for a moment I felt unsure if I wanted to wear the latter, until I remembered the night I just had and why I would be wearing the shirt and suddenly all my misgivings dissolved. I might not follow Lespia to any great extent, but I decided that I could wear her symbol proudly, at least occasionally. "I would be honored to wear your shirt, Mistress." Mistress Thistle turned the shirt around and held it out so I could slip into it. She held it a bit too low so I had to crouch to get my head and arms into it, undoubtedly by design. Once it was over my head she smoothed it down, making sure it clung to my damp and sticky fur and skin. Her paws dropped down further until her fingers rested on the wet fur around my flower, just barely not touching my lower lips. When her smile turned into a lusty grin I realized that I had thrust my hips towards her, to lean into her touch. The movement was minute, but she had clearly noticed it and enjoyed my reaction. I was a little relieved but also disappointed when her fingers gently but firmly pushed me away and then broke the contact between us. I waited for a moment if she would do anything more, but then I realized that she had dismissed me. "Thank you, Mistress. See you at breakfast. I hope you will enjoy it. I promise to do my best to make it tasty for you, Mistress." She licked her lips suggestively and purred, "I'm sure you will. Now go." "Yes, Mistress." I turned around and left. As I opened the door I thought that I could feel her fingers touch the base of my tail from behind, but when I turned me head to look back, she was still standing where she had been before and definitely too far away to have actually touch me. Whether the touch had been real or not, it excited me and I felt my tail rise a little higher. I looked back at her just before I closed the door behind me and saw her lick her nose, which gave me another little jolt deep inside me.
I hurried down the stairs and outside to the outhouses. Once safely there I had time to calm down a little and take stock of my situation. The shirt mistress Thistle had given me was very fine indeed. It was made of a smooth and sheer material that must have been very expensive, perhaps even silk. I had seen items made of silk on the market every now and then, but even the small ones like decorative scarves had been much too expensive for my means. I might have been able to afford one if I saved all the tips I got for a month or two and followed Andariel instead of Lillith by choosing my company for the night by how much they offered to pay instead of how interesting or charming I found them. The next thing I noticed about the shirt was that it was so short that it just barely covered my navel. It must have been cut so short on purpose to be revealing, because Thistle was taller than me. On her such a short shirt would likely not even have reached the navel. And then I noticed that the cloth had turned almost completely transparent where it was wet, or even just damp. From what I could see, this made me seem even more naked than if I wore nothing. My gray fur detracted from that effect a little as it looked as if my 'skin' was quite dirty. Mistress Thistle appeared to have taken special care to make sure my breasts were especially wet and sticky, particularly the small bare patch of skin at the center of each breast. This made my nipples stand out, they almost seemed to leap into the eyes of any beholder. I blushed at the thought of appearing like this in public. For a moment I considered taking off the shirt, but in the end I couldn't do it. For one I still considered myself mistress Thistle's pet and I didn't want to go against her will and, truth to be told, I had to admit that the whole thing did excite me more than a little. I finished my business and headed back into the house to the kitchen.
My mother was already busy cooking the oatmeal, so I greeted her, "Good morning, mother." She put the ladle away, put her arms around my neck and we kissed deeply, as we always did, tasting each other. As usual she tasted of her husband. Today we were careful not to embrace too tightly as I didn't want to get my sticky juices all over her clothes. We finally broke our kiss, "Good morning, Daisy. I take it Lillith blessed you." She grinned at me and asked, "Or was it Lespia?" "Could be either or both, Lespia definitely blessed me. You heard me, didn't you?" "Sweetie, they could hear you down at the harbor. My ears are still ringing." For a moment I thought that she might be angry about that, but then she smiled again, "Good for you. I'm gonna have to tell my husband to try harder next time. So, are you going to follow Lespia now?" "Sometimes, probably, but I think I'll stay with Lillith for now. As good as it was, I would miss having a big throbbing cock thrust deep into me." "So would I. I take it you're not going to get cleaned up. Or dressed." "Not yet. Mistress Thistle hinted that she might want to finish breaking her fast by lapping up my milk, But only if I stayed tasty and showed off my saucer." "Hinted or promised?" "Well, she didn't exactly promise, but since I am sure that she is trying to get me to like Lespia better, I doubt that she would let me go through this without giving me some reward." "Yes, that would be a little nasty." We continued to chat while I quickly ate my breakfast and then helped my mother prepare the food and drinks for our guests' breakfast.
And then it was time for me to start serving breakfast. I had a few minutes of peace while I prepared the tables but it did not take long before the first guests began to file in. As I had expected I got a lot of attention, most of it good. Good, that is, if you don't mind them staring at your body, barely able to lift their eyes above my navel, or the constant compliments that began at saucy and ended way past lewd. I got sent about on a lot of unnecessary tasks, invented just so they could watch me walk and swish my tail around. And many of the males were rather free with their paws, especially when my backside was within their reach. On the whole I enjoyed the attention and often gave as good as I got, but as the time went on and more and more guests showed up it began to be a bit much. And I got some bad attention as well, mostly from the travelers from the celestial aligned areas. They mostly stopped calling me ugly names when the more numerous guests who enjoyed the show I put on told them to shut up. It didn't stop the disgusted looks they threw in my direction or the muttered slurs like 'slut' whenever I was within earshot. Cursing me didn't stop them from staring at my lower body whenever they thought I wasn't looking in their direction. At least a few of them did have the decency to blush when I smiled at them to show that I had noticed them staring at my nether parts. What I really did like was that several guests who had not reacted to my advances before suddenly showed a lot of interest in me and a few outright asked to keep me company tonight. It looked as if my biggest problem would be how to turn all but one of them down gently and without causing a riot come evening. And then Mistress Thistle came down the stairs with her two companions. She grinned at me and licked her lips suggestively and found a table where she could sit with her back to the wall. They ordered their dishes for breakfast. She told me that I looked tasty, but otherwise seemed to almost ignore me. I was a little disappointed that she didn't even try to touch me. When I brought their things she held out her paw and let it hoover an inch from my eager flower. But then she just pulled it back, winked at me, thanked me for the tasty food and began to eat. After that she practically ignored me. I noticed her looking my way a time or two, but that was it. Apart from ordering more tea twice they didn't talk to me at all.
My heart skipped a beat when she finally pushed away her plate, gave me a lusty grin and waved me over. I hurried there and asked, "Yes, Mistress Thistle, what can I get you?" "Hmmm, I would like a little rodent milk. Is it hot and tasty?" My lower lips almost smacked in anticipation, "Yes, Mistress, it is very hot. But you'll have to decide if it is tasty." "Then I would like to try it." She patted the table in front of her and I climbed up and sat where she wanted me to. She pushed my legs further and further apart until my thighs were almost parallel to the edge of the table. She put her paws on my knees to steady me and told me to lie back. Her two companions helped me and then pulled my arms back and down, placed my paws on the bench where they sat and then held them there. I let my head hang down and looked at the taproom upside down. Suddenly I noticed that all talk had stopped and the whole taproom was silent. All eyes were on me. I inhaled sharply when Mistress Thistle blew hot air into my widely spread flower. One of the celestial believers made a strangled noise, cursed us and hurried out of the room. The others tried to pretend real hard to look away but I could see their eyes dart in my direction every now and then. And then Mistress Thistle got down to business. Her paws held my knees in position while her tongue began to tease my already hot sex. And damn, did her tongue feel good. Even at first, when she used only the tip and touched my sensitive skin only lightly. But slowly, little by little, she intensified her assault on my senses. She had me after the first lick (before that, even) but it took a while for me to realize how complete her control over me was. I inhaled and expelled the air from my lungs, I gasped and I moaned when she wanted to. I shivered and squeaked when she wanted me to. I was completely helpless before her assault on my center. The way the three held me motionless only helped to hammer that total helplessness home. A part deep in me knew that they would release me if I really wanted to, if I started struggling in earnest, but doing that was unthinkable. I remembered that I had felt quite a bit of embarrassment when mistress Thistle had lapped up my milk at the table yesterday, but somehow today it was a lot worse. Seeing so many spectators stare at me (some of them had even stood up and come closer so they could watch what my mistress was doing to me more closely) and to see in their eyes that they knew exactly how helpless, aroused and at her mercy I was, really got under my skin. A part of me wanted nothing more than to hide in shame, but the bigger part of me just wanted her to lick me even harder. And the hotter she got me, the worse it got. Soon I began to beg her to hurry up. With my body, lifting my hips to meet her questing tongue. The movements were only minute, hardly more than a sudden tensing of my body, but everyone could see how my muscles strained helplessly. Sometimes it was accompanied with barely coherent words like "Yes!", "Please!" and "No!" when she paused her assault. But mostly with wordless pleading gasps and moans, alternately full of desire and disappointment. She whipped my desire higher and higher until I stood at the edge of a massive climax but stopped at the last moment to let me slip back. A wail of protest bubbled up from my throat that could easily be heard from out in the street. And it was, a few moments later the door opened and several people, some of them neighbors I knew well looked in to see what was going on. One or two left when they realized that there was no emergency, but several stayed to watch. My mistress let me cool off a bit and then resumed her assault on my senses until I was once more close to cumming. And for a second time she let the release I longed for slip through my fingers and let me groan in protest. She let me cool down a little more the next time before he stopped teasing me lightly and resumed her assault once more. I balanced on the edge for a minute and then she stopped once more. A wordless chittering growl of anger bubbled up from my throat. She let it come just long enough that everyone heard it. And then she shoved her muzzle into my sex and thrust her tongue deep into me. I came so hard that I saw stars and almost passed out. I chittered and howled out my pleasure. I doubt that after this anyone was still sleeping in our quarter of the city. Her tongue seemed to touch me everywhere at once and I came again and again. I was both relieved and disappointed when she finally stopped and let me come down from my high. Disappointed, obviously, because I didn't want an ecstasy like this to end. Relieved, because I was gasping for air and starting to get afraid that my heart might stop. Suddenly one of the spectators began to cheer and a moment later the rest of the room joined in, hooted, cheered and clapped their hands. Even one of the apprentice traders of the celestial faith began to join in, but he was quickly stopped by his master. The elder glared at me and got up and left, with his fellows in tow. Eventually the applause died down. In the sudden silence a female voice from the doorway said, "Well, husband, it has been a long, long time since you made me squeal like that." That got a lot of laughter and some lewd advice for the male in question. He stuttered, trying to answer something but gave up and stalked out of the inn. His wife, they lived across the street from us, gave me a big smile and hurried after her husband.
Serrin and Agan helped me up into a sitting position. I blushed a bit when I saw that my whole family had watched from the back of the room. My mother winked at me, licked her lips and blew me a kiss before she returned to the kitchen. I smiled down at Mistress Thistle's face and she grinned back and licked her lips. She put her paws on my rump and pulled, indicating that I should get down and sit on her lap instead of the table. I slipped down from the table to sit on her legs, which were spread wide so that she wouldn't get her clothes wet with the juices dripping down from my crotch. My father called, "Daisy! You have had your fun. Get back to work, a lot of guests are waiting." I sighed and answered, "Yes, father." My mistress kissed me full on the lips and then I licked her cheeks to clean off at least some of my juices. "I'll pack up my things and then I'd like to say my goodbyes to you. If you want a proper goodbye, that is." To show what she meant, she slipped a finger into my wet flower and touched the sensitive nub with a claw. I squeaked in surprise and lust. I answered, "Yes, Mistress, I'd like that." But then I didn't dare to dawdle any longer and got up to attend to my duties. Several guests had come down from their rooms to break their fast. They had waited patiently while they watched the show, but now they all wanted food and drink. They kept me very busy for the next bell or so. After the show I had put on most of them paid even more attention to me, stared at my glittering nether bits, felt me up when I passed or made lewd comments. Several asked and even outright begged me to sleep with them (or just head to their room for a quickie). A few of them did interest me, but I turned them all down, at least for the time being. For one, I was really busy and for another I definitely wouldn't do anything until Mistress Thistle was finished with me.
By the time she came downstairs to settle accounts with my father the morning rush was over and we were well into the mid-morning lull. Her companions carried the luggage to the stables and got their horses ready to ride (at least I assumed the latter, I only saw them leave). She turned to me and gave me a big grin, "You look tasty. Come, give me a kiss, girl." She stood straight so I had to stand on tip-toes and put my arms around her neck to pull myself up a little more so I could reach her face. We kissed and our tongues entwined. Damn was she a good kisser. While our mouths were glued together her paws found my rear end and squeezed my buttocks. While we continued to kiss her paws slowly moved towards my front until they gripped my hips and her thumbs rubbed the sticky fur that surrounded my puffed lower lips. She broke the kiss just long enough to whisper, "Don't move." Then she stepped back a little, until I had to stretch myself to the limit to keep my lips in contact with hers. Her paws made sure I couldn't move my body closer. I could perhaps have stepped forward, but it was obvious that my mistress didn't want that, so I didn't. As a side effect of my position, my tail lifted even higher and my shirt slipped further up, exposing my rear completely to the few guests in the taproom. Which got me their undivided attention (not that they had paid much attention to anything else but me and my exposed lower body anyway). While my mistress dialed the intensity of our kisses down a little, alternating between full tongue action, light, almost chaste kisses and licking my lips, nose and cheeks, her thumbs moved closer and closer to my center. With my body stretched to the limit I was not able to follow when she pulled her face back. And once again my body was under her complete control and I became her helpless but willing plaything. Her questing thumbs got me hotter and hotter and soon I began to articulate my arousal with little moans and squeaks. Some of them she muffled by kissing me, some of them she let escape by breaking the kiss. She moved at an unhurried pace, slowly but steadily pushing her thumbs deeper and deeper into me and getting me closer and closer to a climax. When I finally came she kept her lips glued to mine to muffle my squeal a little, but it was still clearly audible to everyone in the room and perhaps even out in the street. Her fingers kept at it just long enough to make sure it was a satisfactory climax but then stopped. Again, my huff, almost a growl, of protest was clearly audible. She pulled her head back and shrugged her shoulders, which I took to mean that I should release her. Her paws held onto my hips until I got my body back under control. She raised her arms and held out her left thumb to me while she began to lick the right one. I got what she wanted and licked at the left one and we shared the taste of my ecstasy. "I would love to stay, my pet, but it is time for me to continue my journey." "Will you come back, Mistress Thistle?" "Yes, Daisy. When you find an inn were you are made as welcome as I have been made here, you visit again if given a chance. I plan to return by the same route, so we will most likely stay here again. I can't promise it, though, events may conspire and force us to take a different route. But if I can, I will return." "I understand, Mistress." "Thank you, my little pet, I had a lot of fun with you." "So did I. Thank you, Mistress." We kissed and then she turned to leave. I followed her outside, where her two companions were waiting. We shared a last long kiss and then she mounted her horse and they set out. I watched them ride away. She turned once and blew me a kiss and I returned the gesture. I watched until they rounded the corner. I sighed, both happy and sad and then I went back inside, to get cleaned up and clothed and then return to my duties.