Anyone want to be Lady Beatrice's next pet?

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I have been in service to Lady Beatrice for almost a year now. It all started out so innocent. I had always wanted to be dominated by a woman, so I checked Craigslist for somebody who could fill that role. That’s when I stumbled on Lady Beatrice’s listing. She boasted that she was an extremely experienced dominatrix who was looking for a new pet. Little did I know how literally she meant that.

I sent her a message asking if I could be her new pet. She agreed and invited me over. As soon as I knocked on the large wooden door to her house, a chill ran down my spine. Something felt off, but I chalked it up to nerves. This was the first time I had ever done anything like this. After a moment or two, the door swung open to reveal Lady Beatrice dressed in lace that accentuated her body perfectly. I was instantly in love.

She led me inside and told me to get changed into my new clothes. The clothes consisted of two pieces of latex and a chastity cage for my cock. She made me change into them right in front of her and even offered me help getting the cage on. Turns out the two pieces of latex were a hood with cat ears and a latex unitard with the areas around the nipples cut out. It was an odd combination of clothes, but I didn't question it, being my first time.

After this, Lady Beatrice began to let me have it. She verbally insulted me, then told me how good a kitty I was going to make. She wrapped a collar around my neck and dragged me into the kitchen, where she had prepared a bowl of milk for me to lap up on my hands and knees. It tasted kind of funny, but when I protested, she lashed me across the back with some kind of whip. Things like this went on for a couple of hours but I had finally had enough and asked to leave.

“HAHAHAHA, leave?!” she exclaimed. “You’re not going anywhere, little kitty. You're my pet now. You live here!”

Panicked at this sentence, I bolted for the door only to find that it had been padlocked shut. She must have done it while I was lapping up milk off the floor. She caught up to me and gave me another few lashings with her whip.

“You’ve been a bad kitty,” she said. “But we’ll change that.”

That was almost a year ago. Since then, I have lived as Lady Beatrice’s pet. Whatever she has been putting in the milk has changed my body dramatically. The openings in the latex unitard are now fully necessary as my tits hang out of the openings. My dick is all but gone, but Lady Beatrice keeps affixing smaller and smaller chastity cages to it. She makes me lick her pussy for hours without any reciprocation, and I have to sleep at the foot of the bed like an actual cat. I suppose it could be worse though; She is a very sexy master after all.