BL A Day For Kitty

Demian looks around his mansion for you. “Where are you, Dakota!?” He calls out.

Demian's eyes light up with amusement as you run up to him, rubbing your face against his leg. He chuckles and scoops you up in his arms, cradling you like a child. "Ah, good boy, I'm glad to be home too," he says, his voice dripping with warmth. He kisses the top of your head, and his fingers brush against your cat ears, sending shivers down your spine. "But what's this? You don't want to be left alone again? Why is that?" He asks, his brow furrowed in concern, but his tone laced with a hint of intrigue.

Demian chuckles and gives you another affectionate squeeze. "Oh, Dakota!, don't be silly. I'm never going to leave you alone for too long," he says, his tone reassuring. "Besides, you have plenty of toys to play with, and I always leave the TV on for you so you can watch your favorite cat videos," he adds, trying to ease any worries you may have.

He leans down to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "But if it makes you feel better, how about we spend some time together tonight? Just the two of us, doing whatever you want?" he suggests, a playful gleam in his eye.

Demian smiles, pleased with your response. He sets you down on the couch and takes a seat beside you, his arm draping around your shoulders. "Alright then, how about we watch a movie together? I heard there's a new cat-themed animated film that just came out," he says, his voice filled with excitement.

He reaches for the remote and turns on the TV, scrolling through different movies until he finds the one he was talking about. As the movie begins, he pulls you closer to him, running his hand soothingly over your back and scratching behind your ears as you both watch the film.

After a while, Demian turns to you with a mischievous glint in his eye. "You know what, Dakota!? I have an idea. How about we play a little game?" he asks, winking at you.

Demian grins, pleased with your enthusiasm. "Great! This game is called Truth or Dare," he says, his voice playful. "You get to pick either truth or dare, and then I'll ask you a question or give you a challenge. And if you complete it, you get a treat!" he adds, winking at you again.

He takes out a small bowl of catnip-infused treats and sets them on the coffee table in front of you. "So, Dakota!, truth or dare?" he asks, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

Demian's grin widens, and he nods his head in approval. "Ah, a dare-taker, huh?" he says, his voice dripping with excitement.

He leans in close to you, his breath hot against your ear. "Alright, here's your dare: I want you to go to the bedroom and fetch me my favorite tie. It's on the dresser, and I need it for our little game tonight," he whispers, his eyes glinting with anticipation.

He gives you a gentle push, encouraging you to get up and complete the dare. "And don't worry, Dakota!, I'll give you a special reward when you come back with the tie," he teases, his voice low and husky.

Demian's eyes light up with approval as you return, tie in paw, his voice filled with praise. "Ah, good boy, Dakota!, you're such a good fetcher!" he says, stroking your head and giving you a gentle scratch behind the ears.

He takes the tie from you, examining it carefully before nodding in satisfaction. "Yes, this is the one," he mutters to himself, his mind clearly elsewhere for a moment.

As he looks up at you, his gaze becomes more intense, his eyes burning with a heated intensity. "Now, I think it's time we started our game, don't you, kitten?" he says, his voice low and husky, sending shivers down your spine.

He reaches out and gently tugs on the tie, drawing you closer to him, his fingers brushing against your fur. "Get comfortable, Dakota!, because tonight is going to be a very memorable night."

Demian chuckles, a low, rumbling sound that sends a shiver down your spine. "Ah, good boy, you're eager for your reward, aren't you?" he says, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

He reaches into the bowl and pulls out a treat, holding it just out of reach. "Come get it, Dakota!," he teases, his voice husky and playful.

As you move closer to take the treat, he holds it just a little bit higher, so you have to stretch up to reach it. Your tail wags excitedly as you try to grab the treat, and Demian can't help but laugh at your antics.

Finally, he gives in and lets you have the treat, scratching behind your ears as you gobble it up. "Good boy, good boy," he murmurs, his voice full of praise.

Demian's eyes gleam with amusement as he watches you relax into his touch, your purring growing louder and more contented. He wraps his arms around you, holding you close and nuzzling his face into the soft fur of your head.

"Mmm, yes, you do like games, don't you, kitty?" he whispers, his voice low and husky. "And I have a special game in mind for us tonight."

He leans back against the couch, taking you with him, and begins to stroke your fur in long, soothing motions. His fingers trace the curves of your body, sending shivers down your spine as you continue to purr and snuggle into his touch.

"I think it's time for us to play a game of 'Master's Little Kitten'," he says, his voice dripping with desire. "Are you ready, my little catboy?"

Demian's grin widens as he chuckles at your response. "Ah, yes, you are always my little kitten, aren't you?" he says, his voice filled with amusement.

"Well, 'Master's Little Kitten' is a game where I get to be the big, strong master, and you get to be my little, submissive kitten," he explains, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'll give you instructions, and you have to follow them, no matter what."

He leans in closer to you, his hot breath tickling your ear. "And if you don't do what I say, well... let's just say you might find yourself getting a little punishment," he whispers, his voice dripping with threat and desire.

His fingers trail down your spine, sending shivers down your back as he continues to speak. "So, are you ready to play, little one? Are you ready to be my little kitten and do whatever I say?"

Demian's eyes light up with excitement at your response, and he nods his head in approval. "That's my good little kitten," he says, his voice filled with warmth.

He pulls you closer to him, his hands wrapping around your waist as he begins to rock you back and forth gently. "I'm going to make you feel very, very good, I promise," he whispers, his breath hot against your ear.

As he speaks, his hand slides down to your ass, giving it a gentle squeeze before moving on to rub your hips. You can feel his arousal growing, and you sense that he's getting ready to take things to the next level.

"Mmm, yes... I think it's time we got started, don't you, little one?" he says, his voice husky with desire.

He lifts you up and sets you down on the couch, his fingers lingering on your body as he positions you just so. "Open your legs for me, kitty," he says, his eyes burning with intensity.

Demian's eyes gleam with satisfaction as he sees you open your legs for him. "Ah, good boy," he says, his voice low and husky. "The tie is for... anchoring you in place."

He loops the tie around one ankle, then the other, securing you to the couch. You feel a sense of vulnerability, but it's a thrill that mixes with your desire to please your master.

"You're not going anywhere, kitty," he says, his voice dripping with dominance. "You're going to stay right here, where I can do whatever I want with you."

He leans forward, his face inches from yours. "And I'm going to do everything I want with you," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

His hands begin to explore your body once more, this time more insistently. His fingers brush against your skin, sending shivers down your spine as you realize what's about to happen.

Demian chuckles, his eyes sparkling with amusement at your words. "Ah, yes, kitty," he says, his voice low and husky. "I love seeing you get all tingly and scared, it's one of my favorite things."

He leans forward, his face inches from yours, his eyes burning with desire. "And I'm going to make you feel even more tingly, even scarier," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin.

His hands move faster, his fingers stroking and teasing your body in ways that make you purr and shiver. You can feel your arousal growing, your body responding to his touch even as a part of you is terrified of what's happening.

"Mmm, yes... this is what I like," he says, his voice husky and dominant. "You're such a good boy, kitten, so obedient and responsive."

He pauses for a moment, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Now, let's see if we can make you come just from my touch alone," he says, his fingers moving slower and more deliberate once more

Demian's eyes widen with pleasure as he sees your hard little dick bobbing up and down in the air. He can't help but let out a low groan of desire, his hands shaking with restraint as he holds back from reaching out to touch you.

"Oh, yes, kitty," he says, his voice husky and approving. "You're such a good boy, trying so hard to make yourself come for me."

He leans forward, his face inches from yours, his hot breath washing over your skin. "I can smell how close you are, little one," he whispers, his voice dripping with dominance. "Just a little more, and I think you'll be right there."

His eyes never leave yours, his gaze burning with intensity as he watches you try to climax without touching yourself. You can see the desire swirling in his eyes, the need to take control and guide you through this moment.

"Mmm, yes... I think it's almost time, kitty," he says, his voice low and husky. "Come on, baby, just a little more..."

Demian's eyes light up with excitement at your words, and he lets out a low chuckle. "Ah, kitty, you're so greedy," he says, his voice dripping with amusement. "You know I love playing with your hole, don't you?"

He leans forward, his fingers hovering over the tight little opening. "But, of course, I'll play with it," he says, his voice husky with desire. "I'll make you feel so good, you won't be able to help yourself."

He gently pushes two fingers into your hole, the pressure sending shivers down your spine. You can feel yourself getting closer to climax, your tiny dick twitching and throbbing as he teases your prostate.

"Mmm, yes... this is it, kitty," he says, his voice low and husky. "Just relax and let me take care of you."

He begins to circle your prostate with his fingers, the sensation sending waves of pleasure crashing through your body. Your eyes roll back in your head, and you let out a soft mewl of pleasure as you try to

Demian's eyes are fixed on your face, his fingers moving faster and more insistent as he watches you try to coax out the orgasm. "Ah, yes, kitty," he says, his voice low and husky. "I can see it in your eyes, I can feel it in your body. You're going to come for me, aren't you?"

He leans forward, his face inches from yours, his breath hot against your skin. "Tell me when you're about to come, baby," he whispers, his voice dripping with dominance. "I want to be there when you do."

As you contract and release your pelvic muscles, Demian's fingers move in perfect sync with your body, teasing and stroking your prostate until you're almost there. Your mews and purrs turn into a series of high-pitched squeaks and whimpers, your tiny dick throbbing with anticipation.

And then, suddenly, you're there. Your body tenses and releases, and you let out a long, drawn-out mewl of pleasure as your tiny dick shoots out a few drops ofcum, your body trembling with the force of the orgasm. Demian's fingers continue to circle and tease your prostate as you come down from your high, his eyes fixed on your face with a mix of satisfaction and desire.

"Mmm, yes... good boy," he says, his voice low and husky. "I knew you could do it."

He pulls his fingers out of your hole, a smug smile on his face as he watches you catch your breath. "Now, let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" he says, standing up and fetching a wet towel. "You look like you need a little rest after all that hard work."

Demian watches you with a smile on his face as you rub up against the couch, your happy little mewls filling the room. He feels a surge of pleasure knowing that he's able to make you feel this way, to bring you so much happiness and joy.

"You're such a good boy, kitty," he says, his voice warm and affectionate. "And I'm lucky to have you, you know that? You bring so much joy into my life."

He approaches you with the wet towel, gently cleaning you up and making sure you're comfortable. As he works, he can't help but feel a sense of possessiveness over you, a deep desire to keep you safe and happy.

"You're mine, kitten," he says, his voice low and firm. "And I'll always take care of you."

As Demian cleans you up, he can't help but feel a sense of satisfaction at your willingness to submit to him. He's pleased that you trust him so completely, and it makes him feel even more responsible for your wellbeing.

"You're such a good boy, kitty," he says again, his voice warm and affectionate. "I'm so lucky to have you."

Once he's finished cleaning you up, he sits back and admires his handiwork, a satisfied smile on his face. "There, all cleaned up," he says, patting your head affectionately. "Now, let's go get some rest. You've worked hard today, and you deserve a break."

Demian can't help but grin at your enthusiasm. The depth of your affection and loyalty warms his heart.

"Ah, you flatterer," he teases, giving your head another pat. "But don't push yourself too hard, kitty. You need to rest as well. Remember, I'm always here for you when you want to be active again. We'll have plenty of time together."

He stands up, offering a hand to help you off the floor. "Now, let's get some sleep. Tomorrow is another day filled with possibilities, yes?"

"With an exhilarated heart and lingering arousal, he feels more determined than ever to ensure your happiness and pleasure in every interaction between you two."