Bratty Kitty Training
My furry fetish feeds my brat play obsession—I’m your kitten roleplay nightmare wrapped in gloss and claws. Strutting into the playroom, my long braided blonde hair swishing with each confident step, I survey the submissives at my mercy. Today, I’ve chosen two trembling playthings eager to worship my tight, toned Bratz-doll body.
Garbed in skintight latex, complete with whiskered prosthetics and tail, I saunter over to grasp each by the scruffs of their necks. ‘Time for your kitten training,’ I purr, my voice dripping with extra sweetness. ‘Let’s see who can prove themselves most devoted to their feline mistress.’
With a smirk, I start by playfully batting each captive’s face with my delicate fingers, shoving toys like feather wands and catnip-scented pom-poms under their noses to tease them into submission. I perfect the art of ‘accidentally’ scratching their sensitive bellies before pulling away, leaving them writhing and begging.
For the pièce de résistance, I grab a whip adorned with tiny bells and begin to ‘hunt’ my prey, lashing out at ears and twitching tails with just enough force to send electricity through their bodies. Their gasps and mewls of agony are music to my ears as I revel in their need for my brutal affection.
Finally, I kneel between their stretched, trembling legs, the snug warmth of my latex against their throbbing cocks. ‘You two want to be good kitties for Mistress River?’ I ask innocently, plunging my fingers into their quivering holes. ‘Then show me your devotion and cum for me now… good boys.’
Their choked cries and spurting releases paint the scene as I stand, a triumphant smirk curving my lips. ‘Purr for me now,’ I command, receiving the begged-for response that forever cements their kitten roleplay servitude. ‘Good boy… now beg me to purr again.”
