(Still seeking! I wrote this as you playing a counterpart pet, but perhaps you are a doctor that breeds the clients personally if you'd rather be the dominant. Or, if you like a more romantic lilt, you could be my owner deciding to breed me himself and I'm scared and nervous.)

Molly has been my owner for years. She chose me when I was just 19 years old, induced my first heat and has let me be her beloved pet ever since. She takes wonderful care of me, I sleep in her bed, with the supplements and edging rituals she keeps me in, I'm constantly needy. Nearly every morning finds my wet little pussy grinding against her thigh, even as I sleep.

The last five years have only pulled me deeper into her guidance and care. Sometimes she edges me so long I forget how to cum when she tells me I can. I try and try but my mind has sealed up those pathways from resisting for so long. Sometimes she's gentle, easing me through it until my nerves light up like a new years eve sky and I'm blinded by the pent up release. Other times she giggles and whispers Oh, no, my pet. That's so frustrating. Maybe next time. before she lays back and uncovers her perfect body for me to worship.

Lately, though, she's been mentioning how much she wants to see me fullfil my true purpose and give her some kittens. I thought it was a new thing she'd gotten into, Mistress finds herself on little kicks. Instead, I found myself pampered beyond even the usual this weekend. I was waxed of everything below the eyebrows, my body rubbed and exfoliated then rubbed some more. I was massaged twice a day and had my yoga sessions doubled. She likes me to stay nimble for her, every good pet can do tricks after all. I thought it was leading to a special night for us. I haven't cum in almost a month and I would crawl over broken glass for her if she asked me to.

"You look so pretty tonight, Jessa!" She coos as she styles my dark hair intj sweeping waves around my shoulders and back. I give her a shy but prideful smile in the mirror before she dresses me in sweet babydoll lingerie. "I have a surprise for you." Her breath brushes against my ear when she leans in and whispers it. My whole body shivers.

"I love your surprises, Mistress." I purr turning to try to catch her lips but she moves away, offering me a hand instead.

"That's excellent, my pet. Your heats have been lasting you ages these days." She says it as if she's not the one who controls whether I receive those mind-clearing orgasms to pull me from it. I nod anyways, I'd stay in a perpetual heat for her if she asked.

I really hope she doesn't ask, though. The eyes are give her are hopeful as she leads me into the great room where I freeze. Her hand jerks on mine when she doesn't notice I've stopped and she turns back, lips pursed as I see the hulking man on a collar that looks much heavier than my own dainty pearl-and-lace choker-style. I can't get a full breath of air in as she clucks her tongue.

"Come now, Jessa. I told you I want kittens. Gerard here has brought his wonderful pet to breed you." She gives my thin leash a firm tug and I whimper, moving forward towards her, looking at you like you might eat me. "Never fear, we will stay right here and I am told that though he is a giant, he is a gentle one."

My nipples are hard as glass and suddenly I'm incredibly aware of how revealing my outfit is, for two male guests no less. "Please, mistress..." I whisper to her, trying to hide behind her willowy frame and failing.

She turns and cups my cheek and forces my frightened eyes off the sight of you and onto hers with a one handed grip.the other slides down the front of my body to slip into my panties and my chin is viced in her grasp. Those long fingers slide against the slick need of my slit and I whimper for an entirely different reason while she runs a burningly slow circle around my clit. Her smile is bright and open.i melt for her every time she gives it to me. "There you go, sweet thing. See? You need to be bred. Mistress knows best, doesn't she?"

I don't nod, but I do push forward into her touch, my mind already clouding with the pleasure that she uses to lure me enough steps forward to stand in front of you. My eyes are closed, hands gripping each other as Molly giggles at the way I buck every so often, seeking more of her. "See, little kittycat, I'm just not enough." Her lips press to the side of my cheek before her touch disappears entirely and I'm left alone, shivering, standing before you and your master.

"They never know what's best for themselves, do they?" She chuckles to the man mirroring her age holding the black leash extending from your broad throat.

"That's why we're here to ensure they get what's best for them." He replies before they laugh again and my chest is tight with yearning, fear, and a growing curiosity as I start to look you over.

((Looking to write in first person, not always this much but definitely at least a few paragraphs each time. I'm not set on any avenue, and you can check my previous prompt to see the main kink I'm looking to fulfill is gentle non/dub-con breeding.

My kinks vary from partner to partner because I love to please. Men who are generous with their words and sharing pleasure will be at the top of my inbox. My kinklist is more green than red so just tell me what you crave and I will crave it with you.

My limits are one liners, age gapes under 20 years old, feces, vomit, blood, slob, fat, latex/suits/crawling, violence, shaming, degradation, other women touching the male character. Otherwise I am open to talking about it.

Send me a message with your ideas for how we'll play and where we will go from here! I'm only interested in writing with men who want to help write the story too!))