“C’mere, little Kittenslut,” Mael murmured, coaxing his finger in Kassandra’s direction. The obedien

“C’mere, little Kittenslut,” Mael murmured, coaxing his finger in Kassandra’s direction. The obedient Hufflepuff picked up the leather collar that was sitting on the bed next to her and scooted over on all fours, making sure to lean forward, offering her Master a good view of her breasts. It was a Hogsmeade weekend, and they had decided to experiment a little. Mael hadn’t used the same enchantment he had used on Pamela; there was no need. It was also why he had decided to use Kittenslut as Kassandra’s moniker. Just like a real cat she might follow him while she wanted to, but unlike Puppyslut who was still enthralled by his spell. “And where are we going, sir?” Kassandra asked, running her nails down the inside of his legs, just like a cat with a scratching post. She loved the way he always seemed to take a deep breath when she did that, as if he had to force himself to remain in control.“We’re going to the Shrieking Shack.” Mael reached down and grabbed one of her breasts, wrenching a gasp from Kassandra. He leaned in close and whispered into her ear, “I want to make you purr.” -- source link

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