Yuria heads into the back towards her room as the elf begins stripping, though she doesn't look back and shuts the door when she enters.  Minutes pass after she lays upon the couch with her eyes closed, and minutes pass after that even.  Finally, what was likely and undoubtedly<em>ages</em>for the elven lass, the door to Yuria's bedroom opens, and though soft, almost nonexistent, barefoot footsteps were making their way down the hallway.<br/><br/>"You best keep your eyes shut Kitten..." she cooed in  seductive, lustful voice "Just be a good Kitten and Yuri will make sure to play with you<em>lots.</em>"<br/><br/>She slowly, carefully, made her way around the couch, fingers briefly running through the elven locks upon the back of the couch as she crept around.  She lets out a long, slow, breath of surprise.<br/><br/>"Oh my... you are positively<em>gorgeous</em>in that dress!" she manages, though it comes out soft, almost breathless "It fits you<em>perfectly</em>..."<br/><br/>A slight 'ooh' as it seems she's getting down upon her knees, a hand running across the diaphanous cloth upon her lover's thigh, bunching it between her fingers before teasingly smoothing it out upon Mylanna's thigh.  The hand slid down her leg, past her knee, tracing down her calf, with her palm cupping her heel and stopping for but a moment.<br/><br/>"One more rule: don't move, not even an inch, unless I move you, until I say you can..." she stated with a grin that could be felt and heard as much as she would have been able to see it had her eyes been open.<br/><br/>She lifts up the leg that she'd cupped the heal of, and a soft jingle rang through the air.  A moment later, a metal chain or something of the sort was wrapped around her ankle, a clasp shut in back, and with a kiss upon her bare foot by soft, womanly lips, the foot was set down with yet another soft jingle, and the sound of popping knees told the young elf her love was standing.  Though, it was not for long, for a moment later Mylanna would find herself being straddled, her arms pinned beneath her lover's shins as she sat backward upon her lap, and warm breath could be felt upon her lips, coming out in bursts with a distinctive chuckling sound.<br/><br/>"Remember... no moving..." she whispered, her breath getting closer, until a tongue flicked out and licked across her lips slowly and sensuously.<br/><br/>Though, the breath, most likely luckily for the elf, rescinded, and two hands moved past her into her hair, a soft, silk-feeling band coming with her with an accompanying jingle of metal as well, a bit deeper than the previous one.  A knot tied in the fabric behind her neck beneath her hair, in a big elaborate bow no less, and the hands slide back in front, trailing up along her cheekbones on the way, and the feeling of the woman upon her lap disappeared to, as Yuria was making her way to her feet.  A few more soft steps heard moving away a bit, another soft groan signifying she was picking something up, a couple more steps... and...<br/><br/>"Alright, you may move,<em>and</em>open your eyes." Yuria said, her smile clear in her voice.<br/><br/>Mylanna would open her eyes to see Yuria standing before her, her hair down and clearly combed, clad not in her usual outfit, but in the bathrobe from last night, pulled tight around he body.  Held in front of her body was a small mirror trained on her Kitten's face, showing that around her neck was a choker, black silk ribbon with a decently sized bell upon the front, and with the bow upon the back of her neck, the image was that of a collar and bow, the kind you would indeed put upon an<em>actual</em>kitten.  Were she to look down to her foot, she would find the anklet she could not find that morning, though not exactly the same as before.  There was a smaller bell upon that too, which jingled whenever she shifted her leg, though not particularly loudly, which meant that in her boot, even during a stalking or stealth operation, it was not likely to make a sound.<br/><br/>Apparently, she'd had this sort of thing planned from the get go this morning...<br/><br/>"Do you like them, my pretty little Kitten?" Yuria asked softly, sweetly "Collars, bows, and bells go on Kittens, right?  I figure'd you'd also like the little bauble upon your ankle too; you were so cute when it amused you before, you know..."<br/><br/>Leaning forward a bit, bringing the mirror closer, she winks at her with a wider smirk.<br/><br/>"Plus... the bells are magical; one word, and they go<em>dead silent</em>!  Another, and they come on again... that way you never have to take them off, if you don't want to." she said in a caring, loving tone "Also, I paid a bit extra to have them modified<em>specially</em>for you.  It's something that a druid friend of mine told me about long ago... would you please transform for me again, my Kitten, into your hybrid form again?  If the spell was right, they should grow with you... then you'll<em>really</em>look like a proper kitten!"