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Good Kitten

Owner!Nesta x Kitten!Reader

kinktober day 5 | collars, leashes, pet play

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Story Summary: Your girlfriend Nesta helps you get ready for a fun, new experience: being in full kitten mode around people that aren't Nesta, your owner. You're looking forward to it, but nervous. Luckily Nesta knows how to be sweet and comforting, just for you.

Warnings: Dom/Sub dynamic, pet play (nothing too crazy about it I don't think), collars and leashes, butt plug with a tail attached

Words: ~2.5k

Author's Note: it's here! I really like soft, fluffy Nesta, who's mainly only soft with reader. Yes please! And this was just fun to write. I hope you guys like it!

18+ only pls

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“Are you excited?”

You almost nodded your head in response- but Nesta was dusting eyeshadow onto your lids with a careful hand, and you didn’t want to disrupt her.

“Mhm.”

“Are you nervous?”

You hesitated for a moment. “…Mhm.”

“Tell me why, kitten,” Nesta demanded softly, a tap of her thumb on your cheek letting you know you could open your eyes. They fluttered open to meet her blue grey eyes, and you bit your lip before answering.

“Are you sure that they’re okay with this? They’ve only met me a couple of times and this is pretty… different from those.”

The corners of Nesta’s mouth tilted up, and her hand rubbed your bare shoulder gently. “Of course I’m sure, kitten, I asked them twice through text today to confirm it. I wouldn’t have suggested the idea if I wasn’t sure, sweetness.” Your mouth twisted into a pout for a second before smoothing out again, but your girlfriend’s shrewd eyes caught the movement anyways. She sighed in feigned annoyance, but you knew she loved how nervously excited you got when it came to your dynamic.

The two of you had been together for nearly two years now. Six months in you had drunkenly confessed your most safeguarded want to her- to be owned as a submissive, but with an added layer to it; you wanted to be someone’s kitten, collared and leashed and made to crawl on all fours. You had told her that you wanted her, Nesta, specifically to own you, to have you sit by her feet and let her pet your head.

You hadn’t remembered any of it the next morning or even into that evening. That was until Nesta pulled out a thin black leather dog collar after dinner while you had been browsing for something to watch together.

“It’s not quite what you wanted, I know, but this is just a placeholder collar for now,” Nesta had said, eyes gleaming with excitement.

Your heart sped up as you looked at the collar in her hands. “Uhm… What’s that Nes?”

“It’s a collar, you silly little kitten,” Nesta explained simply, wiggling it in front of your face. Heat rushed through your body at her words, her voice calling you kitten. “Now, do you want to pull your hair back for me kitten?”

Your body moved on instinct even as butterflies fluttered in your stomach, your hands pulling your hair back to leave your neck bare.

That was the first time Nesta had collared you. It was by far one of your favorites, but your absolute favorite had to be the evening of your first anniversary. You had cooked Nesta her favorite meal before happily taking your place by her feet, Nesta’s fingers carding through your hair the entire meal, even as she fed you your portion between her own bites.

It was once you entered the bedroom that Nesta pulled a velvet lined box from your closet and told you to sit on the bed with your eyes closed.

Nesta’s hands gently pulled your hair back into a ponytail, and rubbed your shoulders for a moment before pulling away. You heard the soft rustle of fabric before something touched your throat as was quickly wrapped around it. It was snug against your skin, enough to be noticed but still comfortable to breathe in. The metal latch at the back snicked shut, and Nesta’s hands fiddled with it for a moment before pulling away.

“Alright, kitten, go ahead and open your eyes and follow me into the bathroom.”

You did as she said, and gasped when you saw your reflection. Around your neck was a glistening white collar, subtle enough to be worn all day if you chose. The way it gleamed, it almost looked like it was encrusted in-

“Did you get me a diamond collar?” You asked, meaning to sound upset at the lavishness of the item, but it came out as teary happiness. Your hand came up to run across it, and you felt entirely unworthy of such a gift.

“I did, Y/N. Do you like it?” Nesta’s eyes were soft, hopeful as she asked, and that vulnerability made you love the collar even more.

“I love it, Nes!” You exclaimed, throwing your arms around her shoulders. “Does this… Does it mean what I think it means?”

Nesta’s mouth curved. “If you think it means I am asking you to be my sweet kitten officially, then yes.”

Tears flowed from your eyes as you embraced her. “Yes,” you agreed breathlessly, and her soft lips claimed yours in the next instant.

Tonight could possibly challenge the memory for the top spot, though.

“Do you want me to call them, kitten?” Nesta asked, running her thumb across your cheek. “That way you can hear from them that they’re excited to see you in this way tonight.”

“Yes, please,” you said softly, heat rising to your cheeks.

Nesta shook her head but picked up her phone anyways, dialing Emerie’s number and putting it on speaker. The other woman answered within a ring.

“Hey, Nesta! When are you and Y/N going to be here?"

“Soon, probably in thirty minutes or so. I still need to do Y/N’s hair and get her dressed, but then we’ll be off.” You poked Nesta’s thigh, mouthing ask her when she looked at you. Nesta rolled her eyes and smiled at you. “Are Mor and Gwyn there right now?”

“Yes!” Shouted the other two women, Emerie laughing right after they did.

“Good. Now, Y/N is feeling a little nervous and just wants to make sure that all of you are happy to have us over in this way tonight.” You flushed further at her words, even though the other women couldn’t see you.

“Awe, that’s so cute! Of course we want to see her all dressed up as her kitten self,” Emerie reassured.

“Now get your asses over here!” Mor yelled into the phone.

“Yeah, I want to see how adorable she looks!” Gwyn said excitedly, and you swore you heard her clapping.

Nesta’s eyes met yours. “Are you convinced now, kitten?”

“Yes…” You murmured.

“Good. We’ll be over soon, ladies,” Nesta said, hanging up the phone. “Now, let’s get started on your hair. I’m thinking those cute little braid ears tonight, what do you say kitten?”

You smiled, happy that she suggested it. “Yes please!”

Over the next ten minutes Nesta patiently braided a small amount of your hair into cat ear shaped braids, pinned in place to keep them upright. Your hair was white, a relatively new change for you. Nesta had sat with you in the salon for the entire process, holding your hand and fanning your face and neck to help with the heat.

Nesta had suggested changing to the shade if you wanted to have a comforting aspect of your kink on you at all times. After all, Nesta had helped you decide what accessories you liked, the both of you loving that you had finally settled on being a cute white kitten. You had an assortment of pin-in cat ears, as well as ones on headbands. So many different collars and leashes, as well as a few different tails- two clip ons and two that were attached to butt plugs.

Those ones were reserved for your more intense play.

Including tonight.

Nesta looked pleased with herself as she grabbed one of them, fluffy and white, and walked back over to you. “Turn around and bend over,” she ordered, and you did as she said, resting your hands on the bed. A lid opened and snapped shut quickly, and you felt the cool press of silicone a moment later, it’s way eased by the lube Nesta had put on it. It rested in you snugly, an ever present reminder of what you were.

“Let’s get the rest of you dressed, hmm?” Nesta hummed, already turning to your closet and pulling out a white top and skirt. You stood back up and faced her, lifting your legs one at a time without her needing to ask as she slipped the skirt up your legs and over your hips, the waistband coming to rest just above your bellybutton, and the hem ending at your mid thighs. Next came your top, the long flowing sleeves covering your hands unless you pushed them up, but they just fell back down again, and it’s hem ended with a small sliver of skin exposed between it and your skirt. You let Nesta push you back onto the bed, choosing to play with your sleeves while she grabbed something from the dresser.

She rolled a thigh high onto your right leg slowly, letting her fingers linger along your skin at the top of your thigh. The next one went on smoothly, her finger fiddling with the tops to arrange them perfectly. When you finally looked down, you saw they were your white cat ear thigh highs, the tops peaking to have cute cat ears with pink spots in them. You kicked your legs happily, loving how cutely your owner decides to dress you all the time.

“Alright, kitten, are you ready for your collar?” Nesta asked as she approached you with it in hand.

“I looove you,” you said, all giggles in your mounting excitement. “And yes, I’m ready.”

“I love you too, Y/N. Remember, no speaking until we get home, or you use your safe word. Tell me what it is again, sweetness.”

“Kibble.”

“Good kitten. Now lift up,” Nesta instructed, wrapping the white, diamond encrusted collar around your throat, locking it in place with its small key. This one was nearly identical to your one year day collar, though this one had a small o-ring attached to it to allow a leash to be hooked to it.

“You look so cute like this, kitten,” Nesta praised, admiring her handiwork. You blushed under her gaze and nuzzled into her hand when she lifted it to your cheek. “Just one last touch before you get up.” She quickly went back to the closet and picked out a matching, sparkling leash and came back to you, attaching it to your collar easily. A gentle tug and you were on your feet, smiling at her.

You followed Nesta out of the bedroom and into the living room, then into the entryway, your tail swishing as you walked. Nesta helped you into your fuzzy white snow boots and massive white winter coat before slipping into her own boots and coat.

“If you’re a very good kitten tonight, I’ll give you as many orgasms as you can take when we get home. Does that sound like something you can make happen, kitten?”

You eagerly nodded your head, more than ready to prove yourself despite your nerves. Then two of you were out the door, which Nesta locked behind you, and then she was leading you to Emerie’s apartment.

You were grateful that your coat covered the tail dangling from your rear, as the stares you were getting from people with the leash alone was almost enough to have you pulling Nesta hoke by the hand.

Thankfully Emerie only lived a few minutes away, and soon you were inside of her apartment with Nesta pulling your outerwear off of you.

“Oh my god!” A voice squealed, and you turned to see that it was Emerie. “You look so adorable! Come here little kitty,” she said, waving for you to come over.

You looked to your right to see what Nesta thought, only to see that she was already looking at you. She snapped her fingers and pointed down once, and you weren’t about to give her time to repeat the quiet command. You dropped to your hands and knees, then crawled after Nesta as she walked over to Emerie, leading you by your leash.

“What a well trained little kitten,” Emerie cooed once your reached her, and she bent down to pat your head between your cat ears.

“Is that a tail?” A voice asked from behind you- Mor.

“Yes, my little kitten loves to dress as much like a kitty as she can, don’t you?” You nodded your head in agreement, brushing it against Nesta’s thigh.

“Emerie, I think you should-”

“Ask me at a later time, love,” Emerie replied before Mor could finish her thought.

“Bring the party in here, you guys!” Another woman, presumably Gwyn, shouted from the sitting room.

The four of you followed her voice, you trailing behind, still crawling after Nesta.

“Oh, little kitten, you are so cute! I love your little ears!” Gwyn said as she got a look at you. “Can I pet her Nesta?”

“Of course, Gwyn. Let me just take off her leash.” Nesta did so slowly, letting her fingers linger on your neck and making your eyes flutter shut. “Go on, kitten,” she encouraged once she was done, and you took the opportunity to cross the room, stopping in front of Gwyn.

The redhead reached out, gently scratching between your braided ears before carding through your hair. You hummed and rested your head on the couch right next to her leg.

The couch dipped and there was another hand touching your head, scratching just above your ear.

Two clicks of a tongue and you were pulling away, quickly locating your owner and crawling over to her quickly. Nesta patted her knee and you laid your head down on it, sighing when her hand massaged the base of your skull in a slow, rhythmic pattern.

“Nes, could we borrow her some time?” Mor asked, half joking. “Your little kitten is so well trained, I’m impressed.”

“That might be a possibility, one day. Of course she would decide for herself, but for now I want to have her all to myself.” Nesta’s words sparked warmth in your chest. That’s all you wanted right now too, your sweet Nesta.

Because while she could be tough inside and out, she seemed to have a soft, sweet spot for you and you alone. And that made you incredibly happy.

“How about we watch a movie before dinner? That way your little kitten can take a nap curled up by your feet,” Emerie suggested, already grabbing the TV remote.

“That sounds wonderful, right kitten?”

You nodded against Nesta’s leg. Nothing sounded better to you in that moment.

“It’s settled then. What do we want to watch, ladies?”

The four of them argued lightheartedly about what to watch for a while, but you were only paying attention to Nesta’s hand, gently running through your hair and making you sleepier by the second.

This was definitely a good idea, you thought to yourself.

You would make sure to tell Nesta that later. For now, you would stay comfy with your owner’s steadfast touch and presence.

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