WarCat moaned loudly as she came, and the feline felt his fluid mix with hers, dripping down along his cock and her legs. She then slowly calmed down, purring madly, rubbing herself against the wall in a very cat-like motion.<br/><br/>When he dropped her back down, she let herself drop to the ground and onto her back, legs spread out, hands supporting her head, her ample breasts bouncing on her chest. She looked up at him with a large smile, clearly happy with herself. WarCat brought her tail up between her legs and started teasing him, rubbing it against his exposed cock and caressing his chest. She apparently had very precise control of that tail.<br/><br/>Again, she spoke to him in an amused tone. "That was... acceptable. Now, go to the chest over in the corner and get what's in it. It's a gift for you to wear."<br/><br/>In that chest, the man would find a leather collar engraved with the name 'WarCat'. It was clearly a slave collar, signifying his status as a possession. The front of the collar had a metal ring and a chain hanging from it, to be used by his new Mistress to walk him around.<br/>