After Cali, Femdom, Catgirlsand Part II.

“So.” The cat-girl, the woman who owned him, Lady Sharanna (all of that in a petite and terrifying package), slipped behind the wheel of the car and started the engine with a button-push. “Why did you fight them?”

Daniel swallowed his first response, and then decided maybe it was the best answer. “They kidnapped me. They took my clothes. They stuck a collar on me.”

After a moment that had gone on long enough that Daniel had begun to worry, “Those are,” she said thoughtfully, “rather good reasons to fight. But it got you…”

“Bruised. Chained.” Daniel shrugged defensively. “It made a point.”

“Ah.” She let the silence drag on again. “So… what point are you making now?”

“Now?” It was his turn to hesitate, giving it more thought than he’d thought he’d have to. “Now… I guess I’m proving that if you treat me like a person, I can act like a reasonable hu- a reasonable being, too.”

She pulled the car out of the parking garage, a smile growing on her face. “Good.” It was still a very sharp smile, but this time Daniel actually felt a little reassured. “I like that point.”

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