Another night of restless sleep for me. I wasn’t sure when I’d get used to it. Even though Aura and I ended our day in a semi-stable place, her words and the things she told me tossed around in my head like a box of pebbles.

Theoretically, I knew what dissociative identity disorder was, and I’d heard of plurality in general. Mostly from movies and games, though I got the feeling those weren’t the best sources. This was my first time actually meeting someone with it. Typically, when I knew nothing of any kind of concept, Google dot com would be my first go-to. But I didn’t have my phone, or a computer, or anything. I didn’t even really bring any books; the few I had brought were of the sci-fi or fantasy genre.

It wasn’t necessarily that I was scared of Aura; or rather, that I was any more scared of her. I didn’t know what to expect or how to tread these new waters. The last thing I wanted was to accidentally insult her over something like this. Not that I wanted to think like this, but Aura had much to insult her over, mostly her bitchiness and lack of empathy. This wasn’t something I’d even think of wanting to hurt her over.

After all, I knew well how much it stung. How much it stung for someone who you loved -- who you thought loved you -- to torment you over how your psyche worked.

Despite how Aura had treated me thus far, I wouldn’t want to do that to her, even by accident.

But what was I supposed to say? Rather, what was I supposed to not say? What questions were mine to ask? What did I need to know about all of this?

I didn’t know. I had no way to find out, either. It wasn’t like I could go up to my Owner and say ‘hi, can I look up how to treat you with respect?’ I wracked my brain trying to figure out how to ask, and in the end realized Aura probably wouldn’t know herself.

I was the first person she told, after all.

Why did she tell me? I suppose she wouldn’t have been able to keep it to herself much longer after referring to herself in the third person. I don’t even know if she considered me trustworthy. Did she?

My head ached as I wrecked my brain trying to figure all of this out.

It would help if I knew why Lady Destiny put us together. That mystery was still unsolved.

I rolled over and pulled my leg experimentally. As per usual, Aura had unclasped it in the middle of the night. I had to wonder when she snuck in here and how she did so, so quietly. With how lightly I slept, it was a miracle that she hadn’t woken me up even once.

Maybe she hypnotized me to sleep deeper.

I shook my head. I knew how hypnosis worked through my own… fascination, to put it one way. I would have sussed out something like that. At least, I thought I would have.

As I went through the makeup routine, following Aura’s guidance as best as I could, my brain continued to put pieces together. Or, try to. The way she was treating me was cruel and merciless, but I saw pieces of it. Pieces of her trying. Aura was hell bent on having the best possible Soulmate relationship, on having someone who would be perfect for her. Regardless of if she’d be perfect for them, huh.

She probably wanted someone eager to go along with her. And truth be told, my life would probably be easier if I could do that. But my soul fought back by instinct. 

I wasn’t who Aura expected.

Maybe she was trying to hide her disappointment?

I shook my head, sighing as I put on the bright red lipstick. The way she was making me dress and make my face up, she probably saw herself with some slutty-looking trophy wife. 

Myself? I never saw myself having a Soulmate. And on the slim chance I did have one, I expected us to be a general run of the mill pair of disaster lesbians fucking shit up, fighting against this fucked up system.

Neither of us got what we wanted in the end.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My makeup still looked like shit. Honestly, it looked more natural, more me, that way.

The position stated… number 3.

I blinked.

Fuck.

Which one was that again?

Uhhh. It was a standing one, right? With… my hands behind my back, right? No, wasn’t that position number 2? I hurt my head trying to remember. Was it even a standing position in the first place? Fuck, I had to figure this out soon. Why wouldn’t she have let me write this down? Probably to put me in this situation in the first place, huh…

I kept panicking, but pulled off my clothes and put on the lingerie. A lacy red and purple set today, it seemed. Putting it on made me feel even more like a brainless trophy wife. I guess the poorly done makeup kind of killed the image though.

I put my hands behind my back. Then moved them to my head. Then doubted if I was supposed to be standing at all. I switched my hands between my back and head a few times, my brain flipping a coin each time on how certain it was.

All the while, I tried to keep as still as possible.

I heard footsteps. “Shit,” I murmured. I picked my back to put my hands behind, and braced myself.

Aura stepped through the door. Her eyelids were halfway drooped, and the bags under her eyes were more pronounced than usual. Did she not sleep well or something? I hid my thoughts and kept myself as still as possible.

Either way, her eyes were completely unreadable. “Good morning, plaything,” she said in an almost monotone voice.

“Good morning, Mistress,” I answered in a quiet voice. That part was easy. Sweat formed on my forehead as I waited for confirmation on if I did the position right.

Aura smirked at me. Was that good?

“You’re in position 2, plaything.”

My eyes widened and the blood drained from my face. Already I was going to get beaten first thing in the morning.

“I-I’m so sorry, Mistress,” I immediately began pleading. “I couldn’t remember which one and I got confused and--”

“Shhh,” Aura quieted me in an instant, putting her index fingers to my shivering lips. “I knew this would happen, plaything. That’s why I planned accordingly.”

I closed my eyes shut.

“But,” Aura put her hand on my cheek, softly stroking it with her thumb. Not without hesitation, I opened my eyes a little to look at her. “I’ve come to realize pain is now the best way to train you. So we’re going to try something else.”

A part of me wanted to say -- you realized that just now? -- but I knew better than that. I nodded my head slowly. Dread filled me as I began to wonder what Aura had in mind, instead. “I… understand, Mistress,” I spoke slowly.

“I know you do. Strip for me,” she snapped her fingers as she ordered. The snap was what called me into action more than her words. My hands moved swiftly, taking the lingerie off. I refused to allow my hesitation to creep in. Truth be told, I couldn’t tell whether I should be excited or not for what she had planned.

What the hell was I saying? Of course I wasn’t excited. 

It was hard to meet Aura’s eyes with me standing bare naked, even though this had hardly been the first time and it definitely wouldn’t be the last. Aura didn’t force eye contact, though. Not yet.

“Get on the bed and spread your legs.” Aura turned her attention to one of the cabinets, not one I’d paid much mind to. I walked over to the bed, keeping my eyes to the floor as my Owner searched for whatever. My legs spread.

My cheeks burned, and I felt my whole body on fire. Aura definitely wanted my legs to be spread to probably a right angle. And yet, I couldn’t get myself to reveal myself anymore.

I felt a firm hand on my shoulder. Aura looked at me, traces of frustration and impatience splattered across her expression. She was trying to hide it, even I could tell.

“Wider,” she ordered, quietly, firmly.

I whimpered as I followed the order. My body felt like it was on fire. My cunt twitched, either with arousal or reacting to the cold air of the room. I continued spreading my legs, much as my body wanted to resist the order. She wasn’t hurting me. I wanted to keep it that way.

Eventually, Aura put her hand on my ankle. I tensed up, a tingling feeling shooting up through my body from that spot. “You may stop,” she said.

Aura handed me something. It took me a moment to realize what it was, and my face only reddened more when I looked at the object in my hand.

A vibrator.

Not just any run of the mill vibrator. Even I recognized this as the top in the market, possibly the most powerful out there. It almost felt like I was holding a bar of pure gold, except the object was obviously going to be used to torment me. And, whether or not I liked it, it would be hot, and I’d be forced to enjoy -- endure -- it.

“You’re going to edge for me,” Aura explained. She turned the vibrator on to the second setting -- out of ten, it seemed. “I’m going to expect you to not give in immediately. We’re going to draw this out as much as possible.” Aura’s hand guided the vibrator to my clit -- almost. She stopped less than an inch away, but I could feel its vibrations all the same. Even on such a slow setting.

“Oh, and also, plaything?”

“Y-yes?” I whimpered.

“No, you can’t cum. And if you do, I will go back to hurting you to train you. Understood?”

My face paled. I nodded. Edging… it couldn’t be any worse than being beaten till I bruised, could it?

I’d have to see.

I slowly put the head of the magic wand to my clit. Immediately, I couldn’t help the gasp that came out from my lips.

The vibrator felt like I was sitting on top of a washing machine. It was hard to believe this was such a low setting. I couldn’t help myself -- I pushed it closer, closer to my poor clit. Only five seconds had passed, and I could already feel my arousal building quickly.

Aura chuckled at me, at the way my body showed how much it loved this. “Oh, this is so much fun, too,” she cooed. “When you became my Soulmate, I expected you to love being hurt like I’d love hurting you… but it seems that was not the case. So, we’ll experiment a little. Find what really makes you tick, what really makes you eager to obey me and claim me as your Owner.”

Aura pulled my body in close to hers. I felt myself shiver against her. Aura’s body was so warm, and somehow so comforting too. The vibrator continued to do its work. Adrenaline coursed through my body, and I huffed and moaned indecently.

“H-how long has it been, Mistress?” I gasped.

Aura nonchalantly looked at her wristwatch. “Thirty seconds. Don’t tell me you’re that quick, are you, plaything?”

I shook my head. But deep down, I knew I was lying. It just felt too good, resisting orgasm was like resisting food after being starved for three days.

“Here, let’s make this easier for you.”

Aura put her hand on the remote, and turned the setting down.

I let out a denied whine. It certainly was less hard to cum like this, and yet, my body craved more. I wanted that release so badly.

Almost as if Aura read my mind, she turned the setting back up.

And up another notch. My back arched with the sudden burst of intensity. This was really the third setting out of ten? My mind could not process it. It was too busy trying to keep my poor, shameless body from climaxing.

Aura quietly counted in my ear, “57… 58… 59… 60.”

And then she grabbed the handle of the wand and forced it away from me. My hips bucked towards it, craving that sweet vibration again. The wand continued to dance, teasing me in my poor, denied state. “Oh, only after one edge, you’re like this,” Aura sighed. “You have no idea what’s coming. Just because I’m not hurting you, plaything, doesn’t mean I’m not scolding you.”

Aura slowly pushed the wand towards me again, just as my body had begun to cool down. “I’m just going to make sure both of us enjoy it, this time.”

She pushed the head of the wand against my clit again, and I felt thunder through my cunt. My hand didn’t even resist, I didn’t even want to try. “Remember, 60 seconds,” Aura cooed, knowing that time was only going to be used to torture me.

Except, now, I liked it.

As the wand continued to do its work, I felt another sensation--

Aura’s thumb running down my cheek.

And suddenly, I was pulled into trance. The only things keeping me slightly above water were Aura’s voice and the ungodly powerful vibrations. “I want your poor mind to only focus on the sensations you’re feeling, and my words changing your brain to my liking,” Aura spoke.

“Mmm,” I hummed, my body leaning itself into Aura. Aura grabbed my side and clutched me in tighter. I felt her softly kiss my temple, stirring me in my trance just a little. I woke up desiring to be hypnotized; perhaps Aura was finally starting to take my likes into account?

I couldn’t think about any of that right now. All of those thoughts were like shooting stars; small, distant, fleeting. Aura continued to speak into my ear.

“I have some plans for my brainwashed, obedient, submissive property,” she purred. “I want to transform you, plaything. Not just into a good maid, or a submissive kneeling after my fingers snap, but I want to make you someone else.”

“Hmm?” I instinctively asked -- or, tried to ask a question -- but Aura just shushed me quiet.

“Don’t worry your pretty, empty head about it,” she teased, her voice still soft, easing, hypnotic. Aura reached for the vibrator, and turned the setting down a notch. The diminished sensations keeping me afloat only brought me further into trance.

Aura turned the vibrations up a couple notches -- to the fourth one. I let out a long, pleasured sigh as my body was forced to accept the sensations. 

I gasped, gasped again, and then shook my head. I didn’t understand.

Aura clicked her tongue. She moved the vibrator far away from my clit. I groaned out, denial laced through my vocal chords. “I want to make you a pet, plaything. You are my property, my submissive, my plaything, and I want to train you to be my pet, too. A catgirl, specifically, I think it would suit you just well. Of course, you won’t be a pet all the time, only when I want you to. Do you understand?”

She kissed me.

“So… we’re going to start that transformation process, won’t we?”

“N-now?”

“Yes, of course now. But we’ll start slowly, pet, so that your mind can truly adjust to it. I’ll go as slow as you need me to, while making sure you do progress. And I have a good place to start.”

I didn’t respond. I didn’t know how, and even if I wanted to, my body was too tired. I had energy to breathe and to blink, and that was about it. The few hums and words I managed to get out made me feel like I’d just lifted a 500 pound boulder. Instead, all I could do was lean my body further into Aura as my arousal cooled down.

“Awe,” Aura cooed, “good pet. You’ll make a fine catgirl.”

She pushed the vibrator close to me again. My breathing grew heavier again, and my heart beat sped up. “Meow for me, pet. The best meow you can give me.”

I nodded slowly, unaware I was even doing so. I managed to muster the energy and let out a small mewl. Somehow, the tiredness made it easier to sound like an actual cat; saying the word ‘meow’ took more effort than simply… meowing.

Why did it come so naturally to me?

“Good pet, good pet,” Aura continued, scratching my hair. The vibrator was so close to me, teasing me relentlessly. “You know how you sound when you’re pleasured? The sounds you make as I build your arousal up before I tear it down? The wailing and moaning you give me as a gift when I make you orgasm?”

I sighed, panted, gasped, just thinking of those memories. So hot… the times Aura had chosen to pleasure me instead of hurt me, even as a punishment, gave me a visceral feeling I couldn’t begin to describe. Those were the times I felt closest to Aura, as a Soulmate, and as a human being.

“Yes,” I responded, my voice just a whisper.

“I want you to envision those feelings, hear yourself making those sounds like an obedient Soulmate, with one small change.”

Aura pressed the vibrator closer to me. Not close enough, but closer. My mind began to break down from the mixture of pleasure, denial and edging.

“I want you to meow instead of moan.”

I furrowed my eyebrows. I guess my confusion was obvious, because Aura continued to explain. “Meow, purr, growl, however you best think a catgirl would express pleasure — I want you to envision yourself doing so. It doesn’t matter if you force it, right now. It’ll come more naturally with time, with training, with more guidance under my hand.”

Her intentions were still unclear to me, if I were being honest, mostly because I could barely discern her words through the fog of trance. She wanted me to meow… she wanted me to do so as a sign of pleasure… was that really something I could do?

“Do you understand?” Aura asked, her voice turning a touch more serious.

I inhaled. “Yes.” Truthfully, I wasn’t sure I did. But I tried to envision it as best I could. The me in a couple seconds, with the vibrator against her clit, having orgasms tortured out of her one after another. As much as it made my face flush a bright red, I heard the sounds of my own indecent moans echoing through my ears.

And I tried to warp that vision… to hear me meowing instead. It didn’t sound like me. Hell, I didn’t even sound like a cat or a girl. But I had to try. My Owner demanded it. Despite the discomfort of my situation, I had to try and adapt at least a little.

“M…meow,” I whimpered. I hadn’t even tried to do so; I just felt the small animalistic sound move its way through my vocal chords. How did it feel? I couldn’t exactly tell, in the midst of trance. Meowing felt… submissive. But not in a way I was familiar with; not even in a way I dreaded to think of.

Curiosity killed the cat — “meow,” I squealed again — but satisfaction brought it back. The second time felt more natural, even if it sounded like someone or something who wasn’t me.

Aura kissed the side of my head. “Good work, pet. Your reward.”

Even in the midst of trance, I could guess what the reward was. Aura pushed the vibrator against my poor cunt once more — but not before turning the intensity up a notch once more.

I felt a moan building in me. I couldn’t help it and let out a shameful gasp, nothing sounding like a meow. Aura sighed and pulled the vibrator away from me. I saw only a glimpse of pleasure before it faded out like a candle blown out of sight. “Could you explain to me, plaything, why you did not meow?”

“S-sorry,” I murmured.

“That wasn’t what I was asking, Cassidy.” It was weird for Aura to refer to me with my name, almost like it wasn’t her voice. “Did meowing not feel natural?”

I paused, considering the question as best I could. Eventually, I just shook my head. “Not… really… Mistress.”

I felt Aura smirk against my temples. The fact I managed to push out the honorific probably pushed some buttons for her.

Aura pushed the vibrator against me again, slowly, tantalizing. If she was counting the edges still, I wasn't sure what number we were on. All I knew, in my deep trance, was that I definitely would not be able to last more than ten seconds.

I wagered that Aura knew this too, because upon seeing my slight gasps intensifying into loud moans, she turned the intensity up another couple notches. Even though the pleasure felt much different in trance versus in consciousness, I don't think my body could handle 60, 30, 10 seconds of this. The vibrations echoed through my whole body, like static electricity had hit on every nerve in my skin -- especially my poor, aching clit.

"Meow," Aura spoke softly, in a one-word order. "Repeat after me, okay, plaything?"

My head nodded, my subconscious following Aura's commands mindlessly. "Yes... Mistress..."

My legs began to close to try to dull out the pleasure, but Aura grabbed one of my knees and kept my legs spread apart. "All meowing, no moaning. Can you repeat that, kitten?"

My head bopped again. "All meowing... n-no moaning..." The words felt so natural to speak, even through my pleasured breathing, even through the fog of trance and the thunder of pleasure.

"Again."

"All meowing--"

She pulled the vibrator away. I hadn't realized I was holding my breath, and spoke on my exhale, "no moaning..."

Even though the vibrator no longer tormented my clit, I still felt ready to cum at any second. Even readjusting my position to make myself more comfortable made my body feel ready to explode. It took everything in my tired, entranced body to suppress my orgasm. So much restraint, so much denial, it felt although my brain was melting out of my ears.

Aura petted me softly, stroking my ears as she would a cat. "Keep saying your mantra, kitten."

"All meowing, no moaning... all meowing, no moaning... all meowing, no moaning..." My entranced, quiet voice sounded like a wind up toy that could only say one sentence. All meowing, no moaning. All meowing, no moaning. With every repetition of the mantra, the image became more clear in my head -- Aura shoving the vibrator against my pussy, my back arching as an orgasm blew up in my body, but only being able to meow and yowl and only being able to purr and mewl in Aura's arms as she cradled me for comfort.

All meowing, no moaning.

All meowing, no moaning.

All meowing, no moaning.

I could feel myself changing, as if I'd grown whiskers and cat ears and a tail to match. Was I a pet? Was I a kitten? Right now, at that moment, it didn't matter. I was Aura's pet, her kitten, her submissive, her property. My hypnotized mind accepted it.

"Catgirls meow," Aura spoke as I continued repeating the mantra, "they don't moan. And I'm going to make you my catgirl, amongst many other things. You'll get to spend so much time as a brainwashed pet. Doesn't that sound fun?"

"All meowing, no-- yes, Mistress."

"Correct answer."

Before she put the vibrator back on my crotch, she turned it up to the 8th setting. When she shoved it on me, digging it into my pussy, I felt a scream burst in me--

And yelped out a loud meow, one fitting for a Mistress' pet.

Aura smiled. I could almost make out the sadism in her voice. "Good pet. Again."

She pushed it on me harder. As expected, I meowed and yowled, my body nearly unable to withstand the pleasure. I couldn't moan like a normal person anymore. I was a catgirl. I was Aura's catgirl. All meowing, no moaning.

"Such a good kitten," Aura cooed. "Don't cum yet. I have one more thing left to do."

She turned the intensity up again.

And before I could get used to that setting, she turned the vibrations up to the max.

I couldn't take it. I couldn't not cum -- it was like I'd been holding my breath underwater for so long, and all my body needed was to come up for air. I meowed, and yowled, and did whatever Aura wanted as my body contorted to my will.

"Do you know how this feels? How it feels to be an obedient catgirl, kitten? Burn this image into your tiny head, because I want to bring you back to this space."

Her hand lifted, and scratched my ears once again. "So, when I do this for ten seconds, you'll go back to being a catgirl like you are now. And we'll make you play the part. Does that sound good to you, plaything?"

"Yes." I had no choice but to accept her words, to accept the suggestion. My mind was like an open journal for Aura to write whatever she wanted in. The thrill of pleasure and the fog of trance kept me suggestible, allowing Aura to change my brain to her liking.

She kept the vibrator on me. Aura pushed it into me, crushing me with her strength and the wand's vibrations. I couldn't hold myself together much longer. Aura grabbed my hand and put it on top of hers, only penetrating my cunt deeper and deeper.

She began to count. I had to hold myself together long enough. Soon, it would burst, Aura would allow it, and I would be able to melt comfortably into her arms.

Every second felt agonizing. It hurt more and more, each second I had to keep myself together, all while meowing as her catgirl.

"55... 56... 57..."

I braced myself, about to push the button.

"58... 59."

And then, like the cruel Mistress she was, Aura pulled the wand away. All the energy building in me crumpled down like a tower. I almost said no, almost begged her to keep going, but--

Aura turned off the vibrator. She set it to the side, and with the swipe of a finger, brought me back to consciousness fully.

Being out of trance meant that the sensation was much more visible. It had more of a punch to it, the denial, the twitching that would never get resolved. Aura pulled me in and petted my neck softly.

"This was a punishment, after all," she chuckled. "So it's not like I'd allow you to cum... not right now, at least..."

I bucked my hips into the mattress, my body desperately trying to grasp onto that feeling again. But nothing set my body up for a climax the way that wand did. Nothing I've ever done, nothing Aura has done so far, controlled by arousal the way that magic wand did.

I looked at the wand, sighing in exhaustion. Aura shhed me quiet, and kept me there until the denied arousal completely vanished.

"Now, where were we?" Aura mused, acting as if it were a normal Tuesday.

I guess this would be a normal Tuesday for me, from now on.

~~

The rest of the morning was rather uneventful. We sat down for breakfast, ate in nearly complete silence. I took care of Milkshake's morning routine and played with her a little -- quickly, I began to realize that this had become the highlight of my day. As large as Aura's mansion was, I was beginning to feel cooped up, like a canary in a birdcage. A large, yet locked, birdcage.

Aura's intention this week was to train me; but I wasn't sure what that would look like today. Not after yesterday, and her sudden moment of vulnerability, and everything I've learned about her. Her, and her internal family.

I finished the last of my scrambled eggs, but didn't meet Aura's eyes. Despite how much I wanted to hide it, I had even more questions than answers. And, even though Aura seems to have changed at least a little, I was still frightened out of my skin. Every step felt like I was walking on thin ice.

All I wanted was to get through this with as little pain as possible. But what did 'getting through this' even mean, in the end? Aura and I were Soulmates. We were bound together by law, no matter how much either of us wanted it. Aura could hurt me as much as she wanted, emotionally or mentally.

But... today, she chose to punish me with something other than pain. Would this become my new norm? Denial certainly didn't feel great -- my clit still tingled in desperation, and it was hard to sit in the chair still. But I didn't feel pain reverberating through my entire body.

So I was at a loss. It would have been nice to have an inkling of what will happen next.

Aura finally finished the last of her dinner, stacking the plates in an organized manner. She wiped off the remnants of food on her face -- instinctively, I did the same, before she could chastise my bad manners or something.

My hands clutched one another for some kind of comfort in the chaos. Aura stood up and brushed off her clothes. "We're going out. Come with me."

I blinked and tilted my head. I stood up, thinking that's what she expected me to do. "Where are we going?"

Aura bit her lip. I felt my heart stop, preparing for her to bash me for questioning her. Eventually, she exhaled, the tension leaving her body. "You'll see. Come on, already."

"Y-yes, Mistress." I didn't ask any other questions. She kept letting me off easy, and I wanted to keep it that way. Any moment I'd go without getting beaten up or insulted was a moment I cherished. I followed my Owner, back up to our rooms. She led me back into my bedroom... a strange decision, considering she already dressed me.

Well, 'dressed me' was too flattering. My body was barely covered - I was basically walking out in a thong and a skimpy bra. Sure, there was a crop top and shorts covering some of it. The parts of my body mostly covered were my legs, and even that was with revealing, sexy thigh-highs. And of course, Aura chose the goddamn heels again. I didn't think I was ever going to get used to walking in those.

I stood at my door obediently, intently watching my Mistress. She tapped the various drawers, pursing her lips as she moved from one to the other. Eventually-

"Ah, here we go," she said. She opened a large drawer, one I hadn't even paid much mind to, and retrieved something from it.

My eyes widened and my heart dropped when I looked at it.

The first item was a set of clip-on cat ears, the pink and red colors matching my outfit and makeup. They obviously didn't look realistic in any way, but they did look extravagant and over the top -- fuzzy fur all over, pearl chains, bells, the likes. They looked like ears they'd wear at Japanese maid cafes.

In fact, they looked high-tech -- were they the kind that would shift and change position based on one's mood? I thought those only existed in sci-fi, but whatever...

The second item was more degrading, and more dreadful. It was a long pink tail with red stripes. And what was attached on the end of it was a medium-sized buttplug.

Instinctively, my asscheeks squished together. Aura sighed, eyeing the horrified look on my face. "Relax, plaything," she spoke softly, as if that would calm me down at all. "We'll ease it into you, and it will feel good. I won't just shove it in and snap you in half... unless you make me have to."

I couldn't respond. My eyes were just locked with the plug. I was wondering why there was a zipper on the back of my 'pants'... I guess this was why.

I must have been shaking my head instinctively, because Aura grabbed my chin and held my face still. "Relax," she hissed. "This is part of your training. I will walk you through it as your Owner. Now, do you want this to hurt, or not?"

She didn't let go of my face, but I managed to answer. "No, Mistress." I could already feel my ass begin to hurt. Aura let me go, and in doing so shoved me into the bedroom.

"Bend over the bed, spread your legs, and put your arms behind your back," she ordered.

I choked out an affirmative and followed the order. Already I felt so vulnerable, easy for Aura to violate and use however she wants... that's how she wanted me to be...

With my hands behind my back and my face onto the bed, it was hard to see or control what was happening. I guess to keep me steady, Aura grabbed some spare rope and wrapped it around my hands. She tied it with a firm knot, a kind I've probably never seen before. I tried to separate my wrists, to no avail.

"Stay there," she said, petting my head softly. I could feel her unzip the back of my shorts, and pushing away my thong easily, leaving my ass open.

For a moment, I didn't feel her hands on my ass. But I felt something cold, slimy, and wet drop onto the top of my asscheeks. Lube, presumably. I winced at the temperature, the anticipation and fear causing me to sob once again.

"Shhh," Aura said. I felt the tip of the butt plug at the entrance of my ass. "Just relax, plaything. Remember, you don't have a choice. So you'll make this as easy as possible for yourself... right?"

I think I answered, “yes, Mistress”. I couldn’t process it through the beginnings of my breakdown.

I tried to relax as best I could. But every quarter of an inch Aura pushed the plug in, my body freaked out harder. Aura eventually got tired of my struggling and used the hand previously comforting me to hold me down. I couldn’t stop my body from flailing, trying to resist the plug going inside. It felt like claws were prying me open. My breathing felt heavy, growing more and more unsteady. The lube coating my ass and the plug only made a slight difference in comfort. 

At the largest part of the buttplug in, Aura paused, keeping it there. “We’re almost there,” she said. “You’re doing so well. The worst part is almost over, and then you’ll realize that you’ll only want a larger plug next time. Don’t disappoint me now. Okay?”

I couldn’t make out her words through my sobbing, but I nodded into the pillow. I just needed to endure it… for a little longer… She said I’d want a bigger plug eventually, but all I wanted was for my ass to be empty again.

Aura pushed the rest of it in. I let out a scream, muffled into the mattress. She adjusted it, and every movement felt like fire. I couldn’t tell if the burning felt something like pleasure or if all I felt was it tearing my body apart.

Soon, the sensations settled. I could still feel the plug in my ass, obviously, and it wasn’t exactly a pleasant sensation… but at least my hole was no longer opening against its will.

I began to be able to see straight again, my crying coming to a stop. Aura was no longer pinning me to the mattress, and was in fact comforting me again, and yet I couldn’t move my body. That simple act just felt like moving my body through molasses.

But eventually, I had to get up. “Rise,” Aura quietly ordered. I slowly stood up from the mattress. The buttplug tail was embedded into me solidly; I could feel it as I moved around, even with a twitch, but it wasn’t falling out.

From my ass, I had a cat’s tail. It felt foreign, unique, kind of like I’d woken up with a third arm or something. I felt Aura zip up the back of my pants so that my ass wouldn’t be exposed -- or so the buttplug would be more secure? I wasn’t sure.

My panties were all wet, and I could feel my pussy twitching. I was… turned on from that. I had no idea why, but my body wouldn’t be reacting any other way if I weren’t.

While my body stood frozen in shock, Aura took the opportunity to undo the ropes around my wrists and quickly pin the cat ears to my hair. She clipped it through as much hair as possible, as close to my scalp as she could, so that the ears wouldn’t budge either. My eyes glanced towards the mirror. I looked like nothing more than a slutty catgirl. Clearly, that was what Aura wanted.

I shook my head. I didn’t want this. I didn’t… want this. Right? I was only going along with this because I had to, right?

What was I even doing here? It felt like so long ago because these days felt so intense, but I was a law student, fighting to protect submissives in my exact situation. And here I was, just going along with it. I fought back for a couple days, and then apologized. Who even was I? I… I couldn’t look in the mirror and see the Cassidy Smith I knew myself as. I was no longer a legal scholar with hopes and dreams and ideals of freedom for everyone. I was Aura Kensington’s property, the property of the CEO of a company that only helped submissives stay submissive and quiet.

It made my blood boil. But what could I do about it? I didn’t even want to, with how turned on I was from being pinned down and having a plug thrust into my ass. I sure didn’t want to even think about getting punished as hard as I was that one time I tried to escape.

And Aura… she was trying. I could see it in her eyes. Did that excuse anything she’d been doing to me? I wasn’t sure.

In the fugue of my thoughts, I felt something snap around my neck -- a collar, with a leash attached to the “O” ring. Aura held me on a leash. For some reason, I felt oddly reassured, like sitting in a tiny library room.

“Let’s go,” she said. “You need some fresh air.”

And just like that, she walked me through her mansion, past her gates, to the outside world -- where everyone could look at me, like the indecent, slutty kitten I was.

Great.

~~

Aura chose to walk somewhere, for once. Of course, the only reason she did so was so more eyes could look at us. The fancy, put together CEO in an expensive suit, and the failed law student who was now nothing more than her slutty catgirl. They could definitely see the way the tail was connected to a buttplug, and they could obviously make out my breasts as well.

I looked like property.

We approached a park, one of those private parks where someone would call the cops on you if you didn’t look rich enough. Notably, it was one of those parks that happened to have lots of submissives and pets acting as such by their wealthy Dommes.

But Aura didn’t take me inside immediately. She sat me on a bench -- well, she sat on a bench, and had me on my knees. The concrete of the ground felt like hell after three seconds of kneeling on it.

Luckily, I didn’t have to worry about the pain for long. Aura felt her thumb against my face, and within seconds, I was in a deep, hypnotized trance. Just like my asshole was earlier, my mind was now open for Aura to mess with.

I wasn’t sure how much time had passed when I woke up. She took away my memories once again; I knew based on the way her hypnosis felt like falling under general anesthesia and waking up milliseconds later. And I felt just as disoriented and confused, especially after first coming to consciousness. Just as a patient can’t resist the drugs of anesthesia, I couldn’t resist falling into the empty trance Aura guided me to.

That was, unless she allowed me to keep my memories from hypnosis, as she did earlier.

Aura stood up, and tugged my collar. “Let’s go,” she said.

“Yes, Mistress.”

I wasn’t sure what she changed, if anything. Maybe she just wanted to see the entranced look in my eyes?

For a while, we just walked around the well-maintained park. It looked as though it had been landscaped recently, and beautiful wildflowers bloomed all over. The park’s path wandered around a small pond, where fish of various sizes swam around peacefully. Breathing in the air felt like I was breathing in a health potion from a video game; it just felt rejuvenating, physically, mentally, and emotionally. The air was cool, but even with my lack of actual clothes, I didn’t feel chilly or cold.

A rare moment of feeling genuinely okay… I was hopeful it would last. Unfortunately, it did not last long until I was brought back to my new normal.

Me and Mistress Aura strolled around the park -- or rather, she walked me around. I saw a couple other ownership or pet couples. Mostly dog pets, energetic and eager to please their Owner and everyone else. I also saw a couple catgirls like me; one was in a full latex bodysuit, hiding even her face. They truly just looked like an object, a black cat being taken for adventures. I envied them, compared to my skimpy excuse for an outfit.

Honestly, I was surprised to see so many Ownership type couples here. Even some I didn’t expect to see -- a ponygirl was one of the many, along with a completely naked boy with three dildos stuck in his ass and another two in his mouth. I shuddered as I walked by them, and Aura chuckled and kissed my temple. I knew what she was thinking. And I hated it. I thought.

Of course, I saw some normal couples, walking hand in hand, both fully clothed and referring to each other as equals. I felt a pang in my heart. What would my life be like, if I was paired with anyone else, as just a normal partner? Maybe I would have found love and comfort… trust and love. No matter what, I just couldn’t envision myself loving or fully trusting Aura Kensington. Not with how she was treating me. Right now, I tolerated her, and followed orders to avoid getting hurt.

Between couples, and pets, and human furniture, and polycules -- nothing prepared me for seeing her.

I paused in my footsteps, prompting Aura to give me an angry tug. But I couldn’t move. Before I could hide and blend in with the others, the two of us met eyes.

There she was… Dr. Mina Bridgewater. 

When we met eyes, the look on her face showed she had not forgotten who I was.

Dr. Mina Bridgewater was one of the smartest professors at my law school, and more importantly, she was my advisor. We had worked so closely together for the first two years, trying to figure out how to improve my grades and get through the hardest classes. Over time, I could tell she was slowly giving up on me, even when she tried to be as kind and gentle about pointing me in a different direction. I was stubborn and insisted that this was the path for me. I could tell she disagreed; she always tried to calm down my firm ideals around Soulmate Abuse, even when she seemed to be on my side.

And here she was, with her partner also on a leash. Her partner was clothed normally, unlike me, but she was collared and leashed as an owned human would normally be. 

My heart sank, the betrayal hitting me like a speeding truck. I always thought the reason Dr. Bridgewater tried to get me to ease down was because “ideals can blind your judgement”, as she’d say. But no. She disagreed with me, because she was an Owner herself.

And here I was, barely dressed, on a leash, with a buttplug tail, looking like nothing more than an owned pet.

“Cassidy,” she greeted with a hint of pleasant surprise. What was there to be happy about, seeing me like this? “It’s so good to see you! How have you been?”

I wanted to ask her for help. I wanted to break down crying and beg for freedom from my cage. Of course, I wasn’t confident enough to, and I was more than certain that I’d be punished severely for even beginning to try something like that.

So I opted to greet her back.

At least, that’s what I wanted to do.

“Meow,” I mewled, the cat noise replacing whatever I was going to say.

My eyes widened in horror. I tried to speak again, “meow…?”

It took a moment for Dr. Bridgewater to realize what was happening. But when she did, she didn’t rush to defend me or scold Aura for… for taking away my speech. Instead, she laughed politely, as if she heard a mildly funny joke. Her submissive chuckled too. She didn’t care. No, it wasn’t only that -- she liked seeing me owned.

I shook my head and tried again. All I could do was meow. Why? I could talk to Aura normally! I could use words and sentences! Whatever I tried here, with a guidance counselor who supported me through so much turmoil, all it was were cat sounds. Different kinds of sounds, but nothing that resembled human speech.

“Please pardon her,” Aura cut in, putting a hand condescendingly on my shoulder. “She only got her submissive mark a few days ago. She didn’t know I took her speech away until she spoke to you.”

Aura petted my head. I could feel myself beginning to tear up. Instead of trying to talk anymore, I just kept myself silent. I… I couldn’t embarrass myself any more than I already was. The only thing I could do was cower and try to hide my tears.

Dr. Bridgewater gave me a sympathetic look, putting her hands on her hips. “It must be hard. When Elisa over here got her submissive mark, there was much to adjust to; for both of us, that was. Considering your studies and your strong personality, I can imagine how hard it must be for you.”

She turned her attention to Aura Kensington and continued. “Pardon me. I’m Dr. Mina Bridgewater. I used to be Cassidy’s counselor and teacher in law school. You must be her Owner, I’m assuming?”

I didn’t say anything. I couldn’t. Whatever I wanted to say would get eaten up by degrading meows, by whatever hypnotic suggestion Aura had placed in me. I couldn’t defend myself. I couldn’t catch up with my former counselor. I couldn’t do anything. I was just Aura’s property.

“Yes, we’re still adjusting,” Aura murmured. “I am Aura Kensington, founder of Kensington Love. It’s a pleasure.”

“Oh!” Mina gasped and put a hand to her mouth. “How surprising! What an honor to meet you, Ms. Kensington. I must say, I wouldn’t have imagined Cassidy becoming your submissive.”

Aura sighed and pinched the top of her nose. “I can see why you’d say that. But I think she’ll make a fine submissive. She just needs some training and a change of worldview.”

They were talking about me like I wasn’t even here. I tried to hide the crestfallen look on my face and the gaping hole in my heart, insecurities creeping in.

And then Dr. Bridgewater said something that broke me.

“This probably suits her better, anyways.”

My eyes widened in bewilderment. Dr. Bridgewater noticed, but didn’t care about how her words affected me. How… how could she have said something like that so casually? She… Did she even ever believe in me? She believed that this life suited me better than my initial goals?

“May I pet her?” Dr. Bridgewater asked Aura.

“Mrrrow.” I meant to say no. Before I could shake my head or give any other signal, Aura answered for me.

“Please, go ahead. She’ll like it.”

You’re wrong, I seethed as my traitor petted me like a cat. She scratched around my actual ears and examined the fake cat ears Aura had forced me to wear. Having Dr. Bridgewater pet me like an object and take back her view of me as a capable adult - if she ever even had that… I felt like my life hit a new low.

Having Aura, a near stranger, treat me like this was awful enough. But having someone I trusted do the same…

I heard Aura speaking, as much as I didn’t want to hear her voice. “Cassidy is a strong-willed person who sticks to what she believes in. She is passionate, committed, and dedicated. I see what she’s believed in, and I’m familiar with anti-Soulmate rhetoric. She’s clearly studied the topic and formed her opinion solidly, even if I disagree with her. If you haven’t seen her creative work, I advise you look her portfolio website up, because she is sure gifted in that department.” I kept my head low while Aura spoke, trying to ignore the petting and focus on her words. “While she may not be where she imagined herself, I am happy she’s with me and I hope she’ll feel the same soon.”

Aura was complimenting me, praising me for who I was. But… I couldn’t internalize it. My feelings of betrayal and hatred clouded my judgement, making me unable to take her words to heart. 

I felt myself spacing out, my mind trying to escape the moment. Anywhere except here. Anywhere else is better than where I am right now.

Eventually, my professor withdrew her hand. Maybe she saw me glowering at her, the spark of newfound hatred in my eyes. Dr. Bridgewater pulled her submissive in close and spoke once more.

“Well, we’ll be on our way,” she said casually. “Hang in there, Cassidy. You’ll get there in time.”

“Meow.” Fuck you, was what I meant to say, but as far as she knew all I meant to say was “goodbye.”

We parted ways, leaving me with the large pit in my stomach and my frozen stature.

“You won’t have that trigger on all the time, pet,” Aura smiled, only intensifying my emotions. “You will when I feel it’s needed or when I want it. For now, you will.”

The peaceful, calm atmosphere of the park had completely shifted for me. Seeing other ownership couples, especially more visible ones, only made me scowl at the ground. Holding back my hatred felt like pushing a 500 pound boulder up a steep hill. The two of us walked around, and I barely responded to whatever Aura said. At least she didn’t push me to act happy or grateful. Because I sure as hell could not do that right now.

~~

When we walked back into the mansion, the first thing I wanted to do was throw my shoes at the wall in humiliation and storm up to my room. I imagined doing so, and the mental image gave me a fraction of that satisfaction. It was hard not to recreate it.

The way Dr. Bridgewater spoke to me… the things she said… I couldn’t get them out of my head. It felt like a broken record, like a mantra repeating in my head.

But so did Aura’s words. When she said those things to Dr. Bridgewater, did she really mean it? Or was she just trying to placate me again? Did she see the angry look on my face and wanted to keep me from causing a scene? I didn’t know. Even though her words had been kind, her actions had not been.

Clearly, as Soulmates, we still had work to do.

Seeing Dr. Bridgewater reminded me of my many failures. Did I really belong here? Was I really so stupid and useless that this life is what I was meant for?

I couldn’t handle it.

Aura took off the cat ears, the collar, and finally, the buttplug. My humiliation had been so strong, I forgot it was even inside me. Her taking it out felt almost worse than having it put inside of me.

Once I was freed from my catgirl features, I collapsed on the couch. I couldn’t take it anymore, and started sobbing. Why? Why did destiny do this to me? Why could I not simply be where I thought I was meant to be?

Aura pulled me in close, saying more gentle, kind things into my ears. I couldn’t process them mentally, or hear her over my sobbing. But at least she was letting me cry. And she was letting me cry not while also visibly getting off on it.

“You’re safe here, pet,” she said. “You belong with me.”

I didn’t believe her. Aura put her hand to my face and, before I could protest, used that trigger to put me back into trance. My sobbing quieted, my subconscious now open for Aura to edit. The outside world disappeared. All of my goals and ambitions had faded away long ago, probably before I even got my Soulmate Mark. All I could do was sink deeper, and melt into Aura’s embrace, and into the blankets of trance.