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at me, a sudden panic flashing across her features as she realized what I meant, at the same time wondering if that really was what I meant. “Don’t worry though,” I soothed her, “I’ll fetch a saucer for you, seeing as you can’t do it yourself. Wait there…and don’t move.”
    I made sure the last words held just the right amount of force to let her know that I expected her to do as I said, and left her there frantically imagining all of the horrors a saucer could bring. I kept glancing back at her while I went to the kitchen, and sure enough, she didn’t move an inch. Such a good girl. I surveyed the contents of her glass, which didn’t look like anything I wanted my kitten to drink, so discarded it. I felt a real kitty should probably drink milk, but seeing as mine was a special one, she deserved something a little more special. A rummage round the back of Lynn’s fridge yielded some rather interesting-looking white chocolate liqueur—most likely just as bad as the junk I had poured away, but at least of a somewhat higher quality. Delicately balancing my saucer, I returned to my pet, who was obediently standing just where I had left her.
    â€œHave you been a good kitty while I’ve been gone?” I inquired, smiling at how the very words made her fidget.
    â€œUm, I…er…”
    She didn’t know what to say. Slowly, languidly I sat myself down on one of the dining chairs that had been dragged into the lounge to provide more seating, observing that, oddly enough, the entire area around us seemed to have gathered quite a crowd. I imagined Lynn was fuming at the “spectacle” I was
making, but I didn’t care. There was something deliciously satisfying about humiliating a girl in public, especially in front of a crowd of strangers. I knew Lynn’s friends were pretty easygoing, so nobody was going to have a problem, but it made it more excruciating for little Susie to have all these people looking at her while she did all the things she didn’t realize she was going to do yet.
    I placed the saucer on the floor.
    â€œDrink it.”
    I looked up at her, standing there above me, with an expression of such sheer mortification on her face I wanted to kiss her right then and there.
    â€œUm, it’s on the floor?” she responded uneasily.
    â€œI know. And you will be too in a minute when you get down there and drink it. Don’t you want to be a good little kitten for me?”
    This would be the turning point, the tip over the edge. No sane woman would get on her hands and knees and lick from a saucer in a crowded room unless she really, really needed this.
    â€œYes.”
    Her voice was a hoarse whisper, almost inaudible, but a sound that sent sparks down my spine. Beneath my glistening latex I could feel a slick sheen of sweat on my skin, the rubber seeming to cling even tighter as I absorbed that beautiful moment of admittance. She would be mine.
    â€œI think you should perhaps get on the floor and drink the milk I’ve brought you then, don’t you?”
    It was almost as if I could see the devil and angel battling on her shoulders. To give in was to shame herself, to show all these people she had just met that she wanted to be told what to do by a woman in shiny rubber and six-inch heels, but to give in was also to give up, to surrender her self-control and let herself
be carried away with the calming pleasure of complete obedience. I don’t even know which one was the devil, and which the angel, but one of them won, and she gradually, painfully lowered herself to her knees, her cheeks burning. I glanced at our fellow guests, most of whom didn’t seem that interested anymore, since the subtleties of mind games were beyond their comprehension. Never mind, she didn’t need to know that.
    â€œThat’s a good little kitty,” I murmured softly, reaching out for her shiny brown hair, feeling it