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"writing": "[b][u][center]The CEO's Leash\nfor Catsithx\nby Draconicon[/center][/u][/b]\n \n \n \n \n \n\n\n\nNiria wasn't someone that enjoyed letting the world tell her what to do. Every employee under her, from her VPs and department heads down to the random employees that she ran into every day, were well aware of just how intent she was on maintaining control of her little world. If anyone phrased any piece of advice as something that she 'must' do, the gray-furred Harah all but flew into a rage. The few that dared do it more than once were those that had been proven correct, but they were loath to push any issues in future. They knew the cost that came their way.\n\nBut at the end of the day, even she had...needs.\n\nNiria rubbed her forehead, fighting the thoughts bubbling up from the back of her mind. She knew for a fact that it would be better to head home, to get started on the accounts, and to be ready for the board meeting tomorrow. She knew, she [i]knew[/i], that her rivals were just waiting for her to fuck up and find some mistake that they could use to seize control of the Peterson account and run the show themselves. All it would take was one, and she was already tired enough, out of the loop enough, that she didn't trust herself to get it right.\n\nBut at the same time...\n\nShe groaned, rubbing her forehead as she felt the little squish between her legs. It wasn't heat - god, if that had been the problem, she could have handled that. There were [i]medications[/i] for that. But this...\n\n\"Ugh...\"\n\n\"Something wrong, ma'am?\" her driver, a well-trained mouse, asked as he looked at her in the mirror.\n\n\"...Yes.\" She sighed. \"Take me to Simon.\"\n\n\"Ma'am?\"\n\n\"Just...put his name in the GPS. It knows the way,\" Niria muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.\n\nSimon. The name along sent a shiver down her spine and right into her crotch. She could feel her pussy spasm, her need drawing new wetness from her as she imagined being in the black cat's arms. His eyes on her, the sheer humiliation of his knowledge of what she needed, and -\n\nShe stopped herself from reaching to her neck for a collar that wasn't there. Not yet. That wasn't something that she needed to think about.\n\n\"We'll be there in ten minutes, ma'am.\"\n\n\"Make it five, and you'll get a bonus.\"\n\n\"...Right away, ma'am.\"\n\n~\n\nNiria was barely holding it together. Her hooves ground against the floor of the limo, and teeth clenched and unclenched as she gripped her wrists to keep from reaching between her legs. Her tail swished behind her, grinding against her back and reminding her of how long it had been since she'd gotten laid properly. Not just in the way of riding some random dick to show someone where they belonged and how they weren't going to run her company. No, no, that wasn't the same thing, not the same thing at all. She might spread her legs from time to time for some random employee, or some executive that thought he could shame her over the sort of company she ran, but they didn't satisfy. Not like this.\n\nThe Harah knew that Simon would be grinning to see her again. He was always grinning when she showed up, always eager to put her to use once more. Their old routine...god, she didn't even remember why they'd started it in the first place. So out of character for her in the first place.\n\nBut this...\n\nHer ears flicked back and forth over her head, and her fur bristled in annoyance and sheer arousal. She [i]needed[/i] him in a way that she wished she didn't. He was just some nobody, some cat that lived on the edge of the city. He wouldn't have been anything to her if it wasn't for -\n\n\"We've arrived, ma'am,\" her driver said.\n\nShe barely nodded before pushing her door open. The familiar walk from the car to the front door was one that she'd taken dozens of times, and it always felt the same. Even though she always wore something suitable for her station - a formal dress or, as in this case, a power suit - she always felt like her clothes were coming off with every step she took. Every single pace toward the front door of the cat's house made her feel more and more naked, more and more exposed for what he turned her into. Her pussy got wetter and wetter as she got closer and closer to the front door, and by the time she knocked, she was drenched down there.\n\nHe answered. As if he'd known she was coming. Black fur, white spot on his chest, shirtless and only wearing a pair of sweat pants. He looked like some...some bum, compared to her.\n\nAnd yet, he had her wetter than anything.\n\n\"Niria. I - I didn't expect -\"\n\n\"I don't care what you expected. Open the door.\"\n\n\"Okay, yeah, yeah, sure.\"\n\nShe stepped inside, huffing as her hard nipples pressed against the front of her dress, reminding her of the need that was getting stronger and stronger with each passing second. It took everything for her to keep from begging as she crossed the threshold, huffing under her breath as she turned her attention back to him. The black cat had barely closed the door when she asked the question.\n\n\"Where is it?\"\n\n\"Where's what?\"\n\n\"You - you fucking know what,\" she muttered, one hand going to her neck and tracing the old line around it. \"Where?\"\n\n\"...Another one?\"\n\n\"Yes. Yes, fine, yes, another one.\"\n\n\"...You really are addicted.\"\n\n\"I [i]know[/i] that. I don't care. Just...the collar...please...\"\n\n\"Okay, okay. It's right here.\"\n\nThe second he pulled it out from the bundle of coats and more hanging by the door, it was like a switch flipped in her brain. All the anxiety, all the irritation, all the annoyance just disappeared, replace with the familiar urge to be collared. She leaned her head forward, and he took the hint.\n\nClick.\n\nAs soon as the leather band wrapped around her throat, she felt more relief than she knew was humanly possible. She sighed under her breath, leaning against the pressure of his hands around her neck. When he pulled his hands back, she fell to her knees, smiling as she looked up at him.\n\n\"That's...so much better...\"\n\n\"You know you're going to hate me as soon as this is over.\"\n\n\"Mmmm, I hate you now...\"\n\n\"That's a lie.\"\n\n\"Mmm, yes...master...\"\n\nShe purred as she leaned in, nuzzling her cheek against his crotch. The soft scent of his shaft was already oozing through the cloth. Other women would have been irritated at the scent of a male so close to them, but not Niria. Not now.\n\nOnce he clicked the leash on, she fell to all fours properly. She wasn't sure how she shrugged her way out of her clothes so easily, but in seconds, she was naked, her pussy dripping down her legs and her eyes glued to her feline master. He chuckled, a bit of red in his face, but she could tell he was enjoying it. His growing bulge at seeing her like this made it very, very clear that he enjoyed this a lot.\n\n\"Alright, then, bitch.\"\n\nA shiver ran down her spine. Oh, that was it. That was it. No more responsibility, no more CEO. Just the Harah at the end of the leash and the man that was holding it. [i]This[/i] was what she needed.\n\n\"You know what you need? Show me.\"\n\nAlready grinning and panting, Niria lifted her head to the growing bulge in her master's pants. After nuzzling into it, dragging her nose along the tent it formed in his sweat pants, Niria pushed herself further. Her lips found the edge of his pants and her fangs followed, getting a grip with her jaw and slowly tugging them down. The soft smell of the cat's need met her nose, and she shivered as she kept tugging his pants down with her mouth.\n\nFinally, they slipped under his balls, and she let them go. As they fell, his cock bobbed up and down in front of her. The urge to just swallow it down right then and there almost overwhelmed her, but she managed to hold back. She might not be a CEO when the collar was on, but she was still a good girl. A very good girl. She would wait until she had permission, even though that big, fat dick was still swaying...and bobbing...and tantalizing her.\n\nShe kept staring, almost drooling at the idea of swallowing it. Master Simon looked down at her, pulling the leash a little tighter around his fist, but didn't say anything. The silence stretched on, her pussy drooling at the idea of having that thing in her mouth again. Another few seconds -\n\n\"Come.\"\n\nShe leaned forward, dragged along by the leash, and swallowed the head of his cock into her mouth. Flesh, then pre-cum, then the bitter-salty taste that she was familiar with filled her mouth. He pulled on the leash again, dragging her deeper, and she accepted it. More than accepted it, welcomed it, going further and further down his cock until her lips touched the base.\n\n\"That's good...that's real good...You're a good little bitch for me, aren't you?\"\n\nShe groaned, glukking around his cock down her throat.\n\n\"Just keep swallowing. If you do really, really good, I'll let you up to try something else...\"\n\nThat was an offer that she couldn’t refuse. Hell, she wasn’t sure she would have wanted to. So, she settled in, sucking…swallowing…and enjoying his cock…\n\n \n\n \n\n \n\n\n\n\n[b][u][center]The End[/center][/u][/b]\n \nSummary: A good girl knows when she needs to attend to her master.\n \nTags: M/F, Original Species, Cat, Female Sub, Pet Play, Collar, Leash, Need, Corruption, Oral, Power Exchange, Blowjob, Wanton Need, Desperate, ",
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The CEO's Leash for Catsithx by Draconicon
Niria wasn't someone that enjoyed letting the world tell her what to do. Every employee under her, from her VPs and department heads down to the random employees that she ran into every day, were well aware of just how intent she was on maintaining control of her little world. If anyone phrased any piece of advice as something that she 'must' do, the gray-furred Harah all but flew into a rage. The few that dared do it more than once were those that had been proven correct, but they were loath to push any issues in future. They knew the cost that came their way.
But at the end of the day, even she had...needs.
Niria rubbed her forehead, fighting the thoughts bubbling up from the back of her mind. She knew for a fact that it would be better to head home, to get started on the accounts, and to be ready for the board meeting tomorrow. She knew, she knew, that her rivals were just waiting for her to fuck up and find some mistake that they could use to seize control of the Peterson account and run the show themselves. All it would take was one, and she was already tired enough, out of the loop enough, that she didn't trust herself to get it right.
But at the same time...
She groaned, rubbing her forehead as she felt the little squish between her legs. It wasn't heat - god, if that had been the problem, she could have handled that. There were medications for that. But this...
"Ugh..."
"Something wrong, ma'am?" her driver, a well-trained mouse, asked as he looked at her in the mirror.
"...Yes." She sighed. "Take me to Simon."
"Ma'am?"
"Just...put his name in the GPS. It knows the way," Niria muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose.
Simon. The name along sent a shiver down her spine and right into her crotch. She could feel her pussy spasm, her need drawing new wetness from her as she imagined being in the black cat's arms. His eyes on her, the sheer humiliation of his knowledge of what she needed, and -
She stopped herself from reaching to her neck for a collar that wasn't there. Not yet. That wasn't something that she needed to think about.
"We'll be there in ten minutes, ma'am."
"Make it five, and you'll get a bonus."
"...Right away, ma'am."
~
Niria was barely holding it together. Her hooves ground against the floor of the limo, and teeth clenched and unclenched as she gripped her wrists to keep from reaching between her legs. Her tail swished behind her, grinding against her back and reminding her of how long it had been since she'd gotten laid properly. Not just in the way of riding some random dick to show someone where they belonged and how they weren't going to run her company. No, no, that wasn't the same thing, not the same thing at all. She might spread her legs from time to time for some random employee, or some executive that thought he could shame her over the sort of company she ran, but they didn't satisfy. Not like this.
The Harah knew that Simon would be grinning to see her again. He was always grinning when she showed up, always eager to put her to use once more. Their old routine...god, she didn't even remember why they'd started it in the first place. So out of character for her in the first place.
But this...
Her ears flicked back and forth over her head, and her fur bristled in annoyance and sheer arousal. She needed him in a way that she wished she didn't. He was just some nobody, some cat that lived on the edge of the city. He wouldn't have been anything to her if it wasn't for -
"We've arrived, ma'am," her driver said.
She barely nodded before pushing her door open. The familiar walk from the car to the front door was one that she'd taken dozens of times, and it always felt the same. Even though she always wore something suitable for her station - a formal dress or, as in this case, a power suit - she always felt like her clothes were coming off with every step she took. Every single pace toward the front door of the cat's house made her feel more and more naked, more and more exposed for what he turned her into. Her pussy got wetter and wetter as she got closer and closer to the front door, and by the time she knocked, she was drenched down there.
He answered. As if he'd known she was coming. Black fur, white spot on his chest, shirtless and only wearing a pair of sweat pants. He looked like some...some bum, compared to her.
And yet, he had her wetter than anything.
"Niria. I - I didn't expect -"
"I don't care what you expected. Open the door."
"Okay, yeah, yeah, sure."
She stepped inside, huffing as her hard nipples pressed against the front of her dress, reminding her of the need that was getting stronger and stronger with each passing second. It took everything for her to keep from begging as she crossed the threshold, huffing under her breath as she turned her attention back to him. The black cat had barely closed the door when she asked the question.
"Where is it?"
"Where's what?"
"You - you fucking know what," she muttered, one hand going to her neck and tracing the old line around it. "Where?"
"...Another one?"
"Yes. Yes, fine, yes, another one."
"...You really are addicted."
"I know that. I don't care. Just...the collar...please..."
"Okay, okay. It's right here."
The second he pulled it out from the bundle of coats and more hanging by the door, it was like a switch flipped in her brain. All the anxiety, all the irritation, all the annoyance just disappeared, replace with the familiar urge to be collared. She leaned her head forward, and he took the hint.
Click.
As soon as the leather band wrapped around her throat, she felt more relief than she knew was humanly possible. She sighed under her breath, leaning against the pressure of his hands around her neck. When he pulled his hands back, she fell to her knees, smiling as she looked up at him.
"That's...so much better..."
"You know you're going to hate me as soon as this is over."
"Mmmm, I hate you now..."
"That's a lie."
"Mmm, yes...master..."
She purred as she leaned in, nuzzling her cheek against his crotch. The soft scent of his shaft was already oozing through the cloth. Other women would have been irritated at the scent of a male so close to them, but not Niria. Not now.
Once he clicked the leash on, she fell to all fours properly. She wasn't sure how she shrugged her way out of her clothes so easily, but in seconds, she was naked, her pussy dripping down her legs and her eyes glued to her feline master. He chuckled, a bit of red in his face, but she could tell he was enjoying it. His growing bulge at seeing her like this made it very, very clear that he enjoyed this a lot.
"Alright, then, bitch."
A shiver ran down her spine. Oh, that was it. That was it. No more responsibility, no more CEO. Just the Harah at the end of the leash and the man that was holding it. This was what she needed.
"You know what you need? Show me."
Already grinning and panting, Niria lifted her head to the growing bulge in her master's pants. After nuzzling into it, dragging her nose along the tent it formed in his sweat pants, Niria pushed herself further. Her lips found the edge of his pants and her fangs followed, getting a grip with her jaw and slowly tugging them down. The soft smell of the cat's need met her nose, and she shivered as she kept tugging his pants down with her mouth.
Finally, they slipped under his balls, and she let them go. As they fell, his cock bobbed up and down in front of her. The urge to just swallow it down right then and there almost overwhelmed her, but she managed to hold back. She might not be a CEO when the collar was on, but she was still a good girl. A very good girl. She would wait until she had permission, even though that big, fat dick was still swaying...and bobbing...and tantalizing her.
She kept staring, almost drooling at the idea of swallowing it. Master Simon looked down at her, pulling the leash a little tighter around his fist, but didn't say anything. The silence stretched on, her pussy drooling at the idea of having that thing in her mouth again. Another few seconds -
"Come."
She leaned forward, dragged along by the leash, and swallowed the head of his cock into her mouth. Flesh, then pre-cum, then the bitter-salty taste that she was familiar with filled her mouth. He pulled on the leash again, dragging her deeper, and she accepted it. More than accepted it, welcomed it, going further and further down his cock until her lips touched the base.
"That's good...that's real good...You're a good little bitch for me, aren't you?"
She groaned, glukking around his cock down her throat.
"Just keep swallowing. If you do really, really good, I'll let you up to try something else..."
That was an offer that she couldn’t refuse. Hell, she wasn’t sure she would have wanted to. So, she settled in, sucking…swallowing…and enjoying his cock…
The End
Summary: A good girl knows when she needs to attend to her master.
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