Master found me on Discord two months ago—just another lonely egirl kitten lost in a sea of servers. I never expected anyone to really choose me. But he did. He told me I was special, that my bratty little neko attitude needed training. That’s when everything changed.
Now, I wear his collar even when I sleep. I stopped using my real name—Master only calls me his pet, his fluffy little kemonomimi. And today… he gave me a challenge. A new toy. Bigger than anything before. “If you really want to make me proud, kitten,” he said, “I want you to try to fit all of it in.”
I’ve been kneeling for almost an hour now, wearing my favorite Hello Kitty top and pink thigh-highs. I keep gagging, drooling, tearing up—but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. My lipstick’s ruined and my eyeliner’s streaked, but I love how messy I look for him. I want to please him so badly. Every inch I take feels like another little victory. Another reason he might keep me.
I’m just a needy, obedient cyber catgirl, doing my best to be useful. My mouth is sore, my jaw aches, but I want to be his perfect little submissive kitten. Even if it means choking on his favorite toy until I forget my own name.
I always thought I was just some bratty kitten girl playing dress-up on Discord… until Master started training me properly. Now? I’m his obedient neko, his submissive kitten, and tonight I’m proving I’m more than just cute ears and a Hello Kitty outfit NSFW edition.
My makeup’s still smudged from earlier—cyber girl kink gets messy fast—but I’m perched back on my knees, tongue out, trying not to drool all over the toy he told me to practice with. It’s his favorite challenge: deep, slow strokes until my throat learns what it means to really serve.
“Toy sucking challenge tonight,” he typed, “and don’t stop until I say so.”
The camera’s on. I’m in full kitten cosplay erotic mode—tail wagging, collar snug, eyes wide and desperate. The oversized toy’s way too thick, but I want to gag. That’s the whole point. It’s our version of deepthroat training, and I love how wild he gets when I choke just right.
Every noise I make—those needy, wet sounds—feels like praise. My throat aches, my eyes water, my lipgloss is ruined… and still, I go again. I want him to see that his discord kitten can handle anything. Even if I gag. Even if I drool. Even if I cry a little.
This is what kemonomimi petplay is all about: being useful, messy, eager. His anime gagging girl, his perfect little pet. I know my place.
And tonight, it’s wrapped around the thickest toy I own, trying my best to make Master proud.
