My skin buzzed softly, as though engulfed by some kind of electric halo. I lost track of time; whether my euphoria lasted an instant, an hour, a day, or an eternity, I don’t know, but it did eventually come to an end—except for an afterglow that lasted well into the following day.

As the pulsations of pleasure ended, I noticed a circle of faces around me. They were talking, but all over each other, all at the same time, so that I couldn’t understand them. I looked at Diane, who was silently grinning, then pointed at her. “No-one but our mistress speaks.”

She emerged from their silence with praise. “A wise directive. Did it feel good?”

“Yes. God, yes, it did, it was absolutely cosmic in proportions. For a while there I forgot how to use my brain. Doll, even though this was just your first time sucking a clit, your mouth has already proven to be positively magical. You’re welcome to eat me out any time, and I hope you join us and become a permanent pet.”

She beamed. “Thank you! I’m having fun being a kitty.”

“Do me next, Prissy,” demanded Georgina.

“I can do that.”

“Were the contributions made by the rest of us helpful?” asked Diane.

“Yes. They were very welcome. Did all of you help?” I looked from smiling face to smiling face, Andrea, Diane, Judy, Georgina—even Regina had a satisfied smirk.

“Everyone participated.”

“So… I was the center of attention?”

“You certainly were. You are the hostess, so I decided to reward you.” She combed her hand through my hair and played with one of my cat ears—I wished that it was a real ear, so that I could feel her touch. “And what a wonderful performance it was.”

“What happened during… my ‘performance’… that was so ‘wonderful’?” I asked nervously— ‘nervously’ because I had no clue what might have happened after I lost all control.

“The little sounds you made when we touched your body or kissed it or nibbled it, the constant moaning as Prissy sucked on your clit, the whimpering when one of us kissed your mouth, the gasping whenever someone pinched or sucked your nipples or kissed your neck; the way your back arched and your body undulated in response to touch, showing off your curves; and the way you kissed us back, eager for every pair of lips and every tongue that mated with yours.”

I relaxed. “Okay, nothing embarrassing, then.”

“Just being slutty and cute.”

“It’s my turn with her,” said Regina. “Everybody off the bed.”

“I will leave you two to hammer things out,” began Diane, “and I want you, Regina, to allow Drea to take the wheel. Jude… Would you be interested in ‘acquainting’ yourself with your owner’s owner?”

“Very much, Leigh.” They departed for the couch, arm-in-arm.

“Finally, some space,” said Regina, before surprising me with her face in my crotch—which was very sensitive after what Andrea had done to me. The stimulation of my clit was even more intense than before, bordering on unpleasant, and I was again robbed of my speech. I wanted her to slow down, but I was incapable of communicating—when I tried to speak, my words were replaced with shrieks and gasps. I hiked up my skirt to uncover her head, grabbed her hair, and tried to pull her off… but this only encouraged her to suck harder.

And even if I might have eventually regained my ability to speak, Georgina sat on my face. There was no point in trying to do something about my situation, so I went along with it by kissing and sucking her clit.

At no point did Regina falter in her pleasure-giving, which she augmented not just by massaging my G-spot but also feeling around inside me, exploring my interior beyond the minimum necessary to please me; I relished the fact someone was indulging their curiosity over the tiniest details of my body. I had nothing else to do, and no one was playing with my chest, so I used my hands, free of any other task, to massage and play with my own breasts.

Together we found a rhythm and stuck to it for I-don’t-know-how-long, until somebody sat on my stomach and took over playing with my tits. I felt myself teetering on the edge; my vocalizations grew more intense—then Regina stopped. “What are you mf—?” I began to yell, my sentence cut short by a mouthful of pussy. I felt my need for satisfaction straining against the weight of my now-static gratification, so close to breaking that even a breeze across my clit would have been enough to set me off. Georgina said, “Blue is asking whether you’ve cum yet.”

“Mf!” I exclaimed through her flesh. She removed herself from my mouth. “She stopped right as I was about to! Tell her to keep going!” I heard devious laughter. “Regina, are you fucking with me?”

“You didn’t let me go first.”

“(Jesus Christ.) Okay, you’ve had your fun, now please finish me off.”

“Apologize.”

“I will tell Mistress that you’re extorting apologies out of me.”

“Tattletale.”

“Which of us do you think she’ll side with?” No response. “I didn’t think you’d want to answer that. Get back on my cli—ah!” She resumed, and not even five seconds later my—

—as my clitoris flicked my ‘happy’ switch for the second time in not enough seconds, sending waves of bliss throughout my body and mind—but not without a side of discomfort throughout the journey from the sustained intensity of the clitoral stimulation.

Georgina got off to let Regina kiss me; she gave far more passion than I would have expected from such an annoying ass. Andrea and Georgina played with my tail, twirling-twisting-tugging it, while I reluctantly bonded with Regina.

As the primary component of the orgasm faded, leaving behind the glow from the previous one, Reggie stopped kissing me and turned her head away. “Yes, Mistress?” she asked.

Diane was standing next to us, topless but not pantsless. “Did you satisfy our hostess?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Good. All of you: get up, move aside. It is my turn to spend time with her.” The other pets made like trees so Diane could crawl over me.

I recalled my plan. “Mistress—actually—‍”

“Take off your dress.”

“Oh.” As I slipped out of it, I explained, truthfully, “I’m perfectly satisfied, and—I’m so sensitive from Doll’s mind-blowing pussy-eating that having my clit stimulated kind of hurts right now—but I would be happy to gratify you.”

“Hm. How about we take a break from sex and chat awhile?”

“I would appreciate that.”

She laid beside me. “How proceeded your acquaintance with Prissy?”

“We complimented each other’s eyes, I offered to have sex with her, she accepted, I ate her out.”

“That is a remarkably rapid escalation in intimacy… and yet I am unsurprised that you would be able to pull off such a feat. What did you perceive in her that you would so immediately pursue her?”

“Well, her eyes are pretty, I like her face, and I like her hair.” Something… was missing from the list.

“You look troubled, Drea.”

“Something else about her.”

“Her voice? Her mannerisms?”

“Her scent.”

“Her scent?”

“Yes. She smells like champurrado.”

“‘Chomp-poo-rod-though’?”

“Champurrado. It’s a thick Mexican chocolate drink made from milk, masa, evaporated sugarcane, anise, cinnamon, vanilla, and—if you want a bit of heat—a little chipotle.”

“I take it you enjoy the bouquet of chocolate and spice.”

“It’s comforting. It reminds me of Christmas time and buying tamales from the pretty abuelita who went door-to-door in my neighborhood. I couldn’t resist her. Smelling her… filled me with…” I stared at Diane, my neck suddenly stiff with apprehension. “…the same feelings I had when I smelled Judy. And you.”

“I see.”

“I think I love her.”

“The way I love you.”

“Yes.”

“An insurmountable love.”

“Yes.”

She nodded.

“I want to eat you out. I want to think about you while I’m talking to you.”

She shifted nervously. “I would rather you not.”

“Why not?”

She looked away.

“Diane.”

Silence.

I recalled the last time a woman refused to show me her genitalia. “Diane… are you trans?”

She faced me, hesitated, then nodded.

“I want you to cum inside me.”

She shook her head.

“Please. It’s the most romantic thing you’ll ever experience.”

She took a deep breath, closed her eyes, undid her zipper—then stopped.

Impatiently, I reminded her, “Button.”

Her face bunched up in agony as she unclasped her fly and lowered her slacks. I watched impatiently as she undressed, ready to mount her as soon as her cock was out and hard. She pulled her pants down around her ankles and my pussy ached for the thing tucked between her legs.

“Panties,” I urged, shaking with anticipation. And then, despite my excitement, it occurred to me that—

((Making her do this is…))

(((It’s my biological imperative.)))

((I’m forcing her to have sex with me.))

(((She isn’t resisting.)))

((Her heart isn’t in it, though.))

(((It’ll feel just as good for her as it will for me.)))

((She doesn’t want to do this.))

(((And yet she’s doing it.)))

((Because her love compels her to make me happy.))

(((Because mating is her biological imperative, too.)))

((Just because her instincts are telling her to do it doesn’t mean she consents.))

(((Consent doesn’t matter.)))

((I’m not going to do this without her consent.))

(((Oh, yes, I will certainly do this, whether or not she consents, and whether or not I consent.)))

Her thumbs hooked under the waistband of her panties.

((No…))

(((Just watch.)))

Her panties dropped a millimeter, and my heart galloped.

(((I want it.)))

((I want it…))

(((I need it.)))

((I need it…))

(((And so does she.)))

I looked up at her face and witnessed the agony in her eyes. “Wait,” I choked. “Red.”

She stopped with her thumbs tucked into her waistband, with the base of her penis just visible.

(((What the fuck?)))

“I’m… sorry. I shouldn’t be making you do this. You don’t want to penetrate me. I shouldn’t pressure you to do it. I’m sorry. Please… put your pants back on. I’m sorry.”

She sighed in agonized relief and quickly pulled her slacks up. “Thank you.”

“Don’t thank me. I was taking us down a dark road, and… I feel gross. God, I came so close to—‍”

“Don’t say it. And don’t fault yourself. Sexual desire can drive us to do horrible things.”

“I’m supposed to be able to make ethical decisions, but—there’s this part of me that keeps telling me what to do—‍”

She wrapped her arms around me and squeezed. “I hear the commands, too. But you resisted it. That’s what matters. You were tempted, but you fought temptation, and you decided against evil. Only a truly good person is capable of doing the right thing in spite of their instincts.”

“I shouldn’t have gotten so far.”

“To the contrary. You stopped before the point of no return. You demonstrated remarkable self-control, given your history.” She kissed me gently. “I am relieved. And I am proud of you for overcoming the temptations of emotional leverage.”

We cuddled, and after a while we exchanged kisses. Between kisses she whispered, “Drea… there is something I want you to know.”

“What is it, Mistress?”

“Something you must never tell another pet.”

“My lips are sealed, Mistress.”

“And you must not let it get to your head.”

“I’m not sure that’s a promise I can keep.”

“I know that it is, because if you were not obedient enough to follow my orders, I would not be telling you.”

“Okay. What is it?”

“Out of the 50-plus submissives I dominate, you are the most loyal, the most obedient, and the most resourceful in pleasing me. I have never had a pet bring me two candidates for adoption in all the time they’ve been with me, let alone on consecutive days. This should come as no surprise, given my proclamation of love last night, but I must say this. You are my… favorite.”

I forgot to kiss her.

“Drea?”

“I’m hon—honored, Mis—tress,” I said as my head swelled with helium.

She squeezed me. “And I am honored to have you.”

“Even if I can’t have your cum… I will savor every moment with you as though you’re inside me.”

She giggled. “Since I have no intention of penetrating you, I believe we have no choice but for me to pleasure you in other ways.”

I sighed. “Yeah. There aren’t very many options. My clit is still sore, but my G-spot is available.”

“Very well.” She kissed me… and she kissed me… and she kissed me; her raspberry-almond-vanilla musk wafted up my nose and seized my brain—I kissed her, and I kissed her, and I kissed her. And then her hand alighted on my thigh, inspiring anticipation, and proceeded to crawl upwards until it reached the crux of my legs—and a single finger entered me, sending that now-familiar rush through my body. I wanted so desperately to be hers, I would be hers, I must let her—