How to describe my lifestyle? Well, I work from home as a web designer — that’s the boring part. But I am also charged with “being at home” per the arrangement I have with my very affectionate master. Calling myself a “live-in sex kitten” sounds like I’m joking or making some exaggeration, but I’m being literal. Allow me to explain.

I am sure that some of you would describe yourselves as “cat people.” Well, Master and I are, and we own two pedigreed seal-point Himalayans who spend their days looking elegant. And maybe some of you also harbor some secret (or not-so-secret) fantasies about the Marvel/DC Comics villainess Catwoman? I mean, who can’t appreciate a vampy, sensual babe who can rock a latex bodysuit and bring those caped crusaders to their knees? Master has never made any secret about his Catwoman fantasies, and he loves showing me off at any couples’ cosplay event!

So with a mutual adoration of things that are “feline” in nature, he and I started off as your basic vanilla couple. Once we moved in together, we enjoyed mixing it up with some domestic discipline — and it all feels so natural. Strange as it might sound, with all the freedom I have working from home, sometimes I need a push to give me more focus and order. Knowing that Master will spank my bottom red if I procrastinate or leave on the oven makes me soaking-wet!

Now, Master is always generous with rewards for a job well-done. If I manage to greet him at the door in a nice dress with dinner ready, he’ll reward me by savoring my pussy for dessert — and he’ll make me come until I squeal! But if I have a “naughty day,” then I look forward to my firm spanking and the slow tor-ment of craving my own release.

This arrangement isn’t for everyone, but it definitely suits us, both in and out of the bedroom. After just a few weeks, I found that we connected more sexually, but we also learned more about each other’s needs. A few months into our domestic-discipline bliss, we were on the couch watching old episodes of Bewitched when Master paused the television during the opening credits: “I love this.”

“What about it?”

“The way the animated Samantha changes back and forth from adoring traditional housewife to sweet purring cat.” He stroked my thigh. “It makes me think of you.”

At first I laughed, but then I got serious. “Would you like me to purr for you?”

“Yes.” Master pulled me close and nuzzled me. “And I want you to absolutely crave my affection.”

“And rub against you?” I whispered as my hand ventured south to his manhood.

He playfully “bopped” my nose with his index finger: “No, sweet kitty — not until I say so.”

Of course, I persisted. “Ooh, no — don’t disappoint me.” I nuzzled his neck and kissed my way down his chest.

Master shook his head. “Cats always know how to get their way.” He reached around and lifted my chiffon baby-doll top, squeezing my bare bottom. “How can I say no?”

I giggled and purred, undoing his lounge pants. “I’ve been wet for you all day.”

I began to polish his shaft with my mouth, working him down my throat as much as my gag reflex could allow.

Master groaned and held my hair back: “That’s right, baby. Make sure I’m nice and slick.”

I have worked very hard on my deep-throating skills throughout the years, and I love upending control this way. I sucked him and purred, making the vibrations in my throat tease him even more. After a few moments of this, my poor Master could barely contain himself.

“Enough!” he gasped with ragged breaths. “Stop — get up.”

I obeyed and released his slick member from my mouth, swirling my tongue one last time on its head. “Yes, Master.” I licked my lower lip and stood up.

He wasted no time putting me over the couch’s soft arm. “Are you ready for me?” he said, with a sharp spank to follow up.

“Mmm, yes, please.”

“Reach down and open yourself up for me.” I smiled up at him and readily obeyed.

I keep myself Brazilian-waxed, so not only is my pussy nice and smooth, but you can see my inner labia protruding in the most sensual way, no matter my position. A bare pussy also feels divine when I wear lace or satin panties.

But more importantly, Master loves to watch my manicured fingers spread my pussy lips and play with my clit. Sometimes he’ll randomly make me drop whatever I’m doing to get on the bed and make myself wet for him so he can taste me.

As I touched myself, knowing he was watching, my arousal and anticipation already had me floating away, and then I felt him enter me from behind. “Oh!” I bit down on my lip. “Mmm, more.”

Master tugged my hair and nipped my neck: “Keep touching yourself.”

And that’s when his thick rod impaled me to the hilt. I cried out sharply, frantically stroking my clit.

His thrusts grew more determined, harder and faster. His hands tore open the front of my flimsy baby doll, freeing my tits. He pinched my nipples and cupped my breasts. “You better come really hard for me.”

“Yes, Master,” I moaned. I could feel my pussy muscles clenching down already as he nailed my G-spot with every thrust.

He took his hands off my breasts and moved them down to my ass, kneading and spanking as he pulled my cheeks apart. “Mmm, I could fuck this little pussy all day.”

I gasped sharply. As I orgasmed, he pulled me close again, not letting up until my body stopped shaking.

Master pulled out, and as I am accustomed to doing, I got on my knees to swallow his hot load.

My first cat-ear headband (made of solid black velvet) arrived the next day, along with two dozen red roses. That was how it started, and neither of us wants it to stop.

I’ve taken to wearing my special “cat ears” now on pretty much a daily basis — it helps that such headbands are currently trendy, but I love rocking them regardless knowing what they mean to us both. And I absolutely love it when he gifts me with more sheer black lingerie or anything trimmed in marabou feathers for me to “claw” at!

I am naturally petite, small-busted, and do yoga, so it’s easy for me to contort my body into some inventive sexual positions or to simply climb into Master’s lap to be cherished. He works all day in a cold corporate office, and I know that besides giving me pleasure, holding my warm body close helps him to relax right away. I also keep my nails shaped into sleek stiletto tips for when he wants to feel me “kneading” his shoulders or back.

Our “coming home” routine is still very much the same as I described earlier. He expects the house to be warm, welcoming, and impeccably clean. He likes it when I greet him at the door and take his coat. If I’m not in lingerie, I wear one of my many dresses. Either way, Master always compliments me and makes me feel beautiful.

Once he sits down on our couch, I serve him either a martini or a scotch and then usually impose upon his lap. Last night, I was up to my usual frisky antics. I wiggled my ass in his lap, feeling his member pulse to life. “I want you now.” I kissed along his jawline.

“No, sweet kitty, wait for after dinner.” Master ran his hands through my hair. “I don’t want you to spoil your appetite,” he grinned.

I giggled and started to “paw” at his belt buckle. “Mmm, please? Can’t I have some? Just a taste?” I gave him my most persuasive pout.

“Oh, well, I can see you won’t be deterred.” Master sighed and wagged his finger at me. “Just a little taste, my sweet,” he winked.

We smiled at each other, reveling in our chemistry for a moment. Then I made my move. I unzipped him, took out his dick, and began to stroke him slowly. “I think about this all day, you know.”

“I know you do. That’s why we have to keep you in line.”

“Well,” I said, pausing to suck the head of his dick, “you certainly try.”

Master chuckled but then quickly stopped as I took his whole shaft down my throat. While I worked him with my mouth, I let my “claws” roam around the sensitive skin nearby and eventually apply light scratches to his balls. He moaned and held my hair back for me. I knew he was getting close, and what he said next confirmed it.

“Oh baby — stop — stop and let me have you.”

I released him from my mouth and smirked: “Are you sure? I could go check on dinner.”

Master laughed and pulled me up into his lap where his cock was ready to impale my soaked pussy. “You really know how to drive a man crazy.”

“I’m glad you feel that way,” I teased.

He gave my ass a little slap as he slid inside my slick pussy.

I rode him and sank my “claws” into his shoulders. I’m never too rough, but he loves it when I leave him little marks of love.

We kept on going, kissing and fucking until I came, and then he decided that not only should I come again for him, but he wanted my ass, too. Getting stuffed in both holes is always such a treat! I turned around and rode him reverse cowgirl, rubbing my clit until the pleasurable stretching of my asshole took us both over the edge.

For anyone bristling that my servitude seems one-sided or that I am somehow “oppressed,” I beg to differ. My submission is completely voluntary and it thrills me to no end. And besides his unwavering support of my goals and dreams, Master takes just as much pleasure in pampering me as I do for him.

Sometimes on the weekends, he’ll spoil his favorite sex kitten with a very special treat, a bowl of crème anglaise with fresh strawberries (and French-pressed coffee for later). I don’t mind making a show of bending down to lick some of it up. There’s nothing like the rush of giving him a good tease, which shortly entices him to pleasure me more. You could say I’m the cat who always gets the cream.