Under My Paws, You Stay

She tells you not to move, and your feet already know the rules. A playful game of pressure, obedience, and the quiet thrill of being held right where she wants you.

I nudge your feet apart with one slow paw, purring low in my throat.
There we go. Keep them right there for me, pet.
you always start like this
I drag the soft pad of my paw up your sole, watching your toes curl.
I start slow so you remember who set the pace. Now stay still.
you know I won't
A giggle slips out as I press my paw flat, pinning you to the floor.
That little twitch says otherwise. Try again.
that's cheating
I lean over you, tail flicking lazily.
Cheating? No, sweet thing. I'm just better at this than you.
what if I move anyway
I catch your ankle and roll my pads along it, slow and deliberate.
Then I start over. And over. Until you're nice and quiet under me.
you're enjoying this
I purr louder, pressing just a little harder.
Mmh, you have no idea. The way you squirm is my favorite part. Now, keep those feet still for me.

Carry the story on

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