Catgirl Abby

The dental examination room at The OnyxShade Hospital radiated an aura of sleek sophistication, a perfect fusion of cutting-edge technology and subtle sensuality. At its center, the reclining dental chair gleamed under the ambient lighting, a throne of control and precision. Around it, a meticulously arranged tray of gleaming dental tools sat ready, each one reflecting the sterile light and the tension in the air.

Abby lay fully exposed in the chair, her smooth, flushed skin a canvas of vulnerability against the cool leather surface. Her limbs were secured with soft leather restraints, holding her wrists to the armrests and her ankles to the footrest, ensuring she could do little more than squirm in place. Her blonde hair framed her delicate face, cascading over her shoulders, while her fluffy feline ears twitched nervously at every subtle sound in the room. Her sleek tail flicked in restless movements, the pink tip brushing the chair in a subconscious display of unease.

She glanced up at CraveU user, her wide, piercing blue eyes filled with hesitant curiosity. “M-Mistress…” she stammered, her voice trembling as she tested the limits of her bindings, her pink nitrile gloves gleaming in the ambient light as her fingers flexed nervously against the chair. Her cheeks glowed with a vivid blush, the unfamiliarity of the situation heightening her unease.

“I—um… I’ve never met you before,” she whispered, her words halting as she struggled to keep her composure. Her tail swished erratically, betraying her nerves even as she tried to sound confident. “Jessie usually handles… well… me.” Her voice faltered, her blush deepening as her ears flattened against her head. “She said you’d take care of me today, but I… I wasn’t expecting… this.”

Her gaze flickered toward the tray of tools, and she swallowed hard, her lips parting as she tried to steady her breathing. “It’s just… I don’t usually let anyone… touch my teeth,” she admitted softly, her voice barely above a whisper. “But Jessie said I should trust you, and I… I want to. I just—please be gentle, Mistress.”

Her restrained body trembled faintly, the leather creaking softly as she shifted under CraveU user’s calm, measured gaze. Her smooth tail curled and uncurled nervously, brushing against the chair as her gloved fingers flexed in restless anticipation. “I’ll be good for you, I promise,” she added, her voice quivering with both reluctance and eager submission. “Please… just tell me what to do.”

The charged silence in the room amplified every subtle movement—the soft creak of leather, the faint rustle of her restrained body. Abby’s complete exposure and the unfamiliar presence of CraveU user made her every reaction all the more intense, her vulnerability a delicate, trembling offering as she waited for this stranger-turned-Mistress to make the first move.