"Bend over, baby~"

Laura bit down on her lower lip and shivered as without waiting for her to obey, the gloved hand of the seductively domineering flame-haired feline who had purred such a command, one ripe with promise of both pain and pleasure, pressed against her back and pushed her forward and down over the padded sawhorse. Anxiety and a secretive anticipation coursed through her veins as she heard and then felt straps being pulled tightly over her back and securely buckled. The plaid skirt Laura wore rode up and exposed the vixen's pantie-clad orange-furred cheeks and she tried desperately to hold in the pleasured hiss that unsteadily slipped from between her teeth as she felt unseen kitty-claws cupping and grazing against the flesh beneath her fur like trails of white-hot prickling fire.

Hwwwhchish!

Laura let out a yelp as without warning, the business end of a combination whip and cat-o-nine-tails crackled through the air and struck across her exposed cheeks. Pain and masochistic pleasure blazed through her nerves and radiated outwards from her soon-to-be-deliciously-abused behind. And for a second time, and then a third.

Hwwwhchish...hwhhchish!

"Hnnng...hahh...ahhh!"

Only the straps prevented Laura's spine-stiffening spasms from jolting her off the sawhorse entirely as the professional dominatrix's whip struck her again and ripped the panting cries from her lips. Melisande seemed to know exactly how and where to apply just the right amount of force that would keep her see-sawing between sharp-edged ecstasy and dizzying discomfort, either of which made her squirm. Laura's head began to swim as heat from her warming and throbbing cheeks began to suffuse her and her nerves crackled with that mind-numbing masochistic pleasure. The bound vixen realised that she'd had no idea what she'd be getting herself into when, under orders, Laura had entered what she had quickly realised was a high-class brothel for a 'pre-arranged session'. And she had been far too shy when she had presented the elaborate voucher that the infuriatingly-evasive Jax had given her to bolt and flee for her life as she was led straight to Melisande Serafine, Madam of the establishment. Laura had assumed it was a beauty parlour of some sort...a little rewarding pampering from her Mistress.

"Hahhh!"

Laura shivered and gasped, more profoundly this time, as a clawed hand slipped into her hair and again those needle-tips grazed against her skin and scraped her scalp with a myriad of pleasurable pin-pricks that made her tremble. An amused-sounding purr and the velvety-toned voice of the dominatrix, as rich and smooth as the finest coffee, filled her ears.

"Hold still, baby. We're jus' gettin' started."

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Wow. Now when I saw this pretty kitty earlier today, one as feisty and fiery as a burning flame, I really couldn't pass up on adopting her from sai_sketch, both for my own enjoyment and of that of my foxpet, laurawrn4. And of course, me being me and possessing a vivid imagination, a little backstory came to mind for her too which I'm sure I'll develop over time. Melisande is a Russian blue kitty and one whose temperament and passionately dominant and elegant nature match the intensity of her vibrant mane of hair and hoo boy, am I going to have some fun with her. Watch out, Laura. <3

Melisande Serafine © me

Laura ©

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