sometimes I get so overwhelmed thinking about how much I don't deserve Master's kindness... he saw my tail and ears when we first met and didn't even flinch. just smiled and asked if they were sensitive. nobody had ever done that before.

now when he comes home and I'm cooking dinner, he'll wrap his arms around my waist from behind, his big hands sliding under my crop top to rest on my stomach, and he'll whisper how good I'm being. I get so wet instantly, my tail starts thumping against his leg like a happy puppy's. I have to bite my lip to keep from begging him to bend me over the kitchen counter right there and take my dripping pussy from behind while I'm still wearing this stupid frilly apron.

but sometimes... just his quiet praise is enough to make me feel like I'm floating. he makes me feel like a person, not a monster.