Kes's eyes showed a hint of hurt when she heard the disappointment in Neymi's voice.<span style="color: Blue"> "Later..."</span>Kes felt the hand guide her to look into those eyes. As she looked she felt her self submitting to what she wanted, to what she needed right now, what her arousal was directed at.<span style="color: Blue">"Later..."</span>Kesara felt her resistance breaking down as she looked into those eyes that promised terror. She gasped at the word "Mistress." It sounded so right for Neymi, yes it was wrong to lie to her. At the urging of the baton the Goz moved her hand to the side, spreading her legs for the baton, feeling the leather tip slide over her lower lips teasing her. Kes began to move her hips to that baton, wanting it to push into her, her lips let her moans escape for  Neymi to hear. Her slit dampened and just seemed to feed into her submission to Neymi. Neymi knew how to play with her body, she knew how to get her to be very truthful and Kes was enjoying every moment of it. Her breathes were heavy with lust and need as she watched her Mistress taste her.<br/><br/>She listened as her Mistress gave her the safeword for when they play. Some how the idea of being her pet, and her toy sounded right. It went beyond Goz dominance to something more primal. Kesara smiled back at her Mistress.<span style="color: Red">"Yes Mistress."</span>Before she could say another word she felt her Mistress' lips on hers. It was forced at first, but it didn't take long for the smaller Goz to accept it- and want more from her Mistress' kiss. It was an amazing moment, so full of passion and want. Why would she ever want to resist this? With a hint of disappointment the kiss ended, but not her need and as if Neymi could sense it-<span style="color: Blue">"I do recall promising to make you mewl, pet..."</span><br/><br/>Oh yes, that promise! Suddenly Kes found herself purring in anticipation. Those thoughts of being turned into Neymi's playtoy were about to come true. Oh she would do anything right now for it. Her hands wanted to touch her nipples and slide into her sex right then, but that baton was waiting for her. Kes was going to be a good Kitty Kat for Mistress. Then there was the mention of the rope. Oh that sent Kes dripping with desire. It was as if Neymi knew what she wanted, to feel helpless and at Neymi's mercy, the loss of control, and the trust that it would have.<span style="color: Red">"Yes, Mistress."</span>Kes turned around displaying her back She spread her legs just enough so when she bent over she would present Mistress with a look at her sex. As she bent forward she placed her arms behind her back, pushing her chest out, her fingers weaving together. She could feel her lower lips slick with her nectar seemed to glisten in the light of her room, the fur around it becoming damp. Then the first of the silk ropes began to bind her body. She gasped in want, hoping that Neymi would use something exotic to bind her in. It was a test of being still while Mistress tied her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>