Friday was a 'cleaning' day. Koneko walked from the kitchen into the spacious living room, scanning the recently vacuumed carpet for any stray debris that she might have missed. Stopping at a glass topped end table next to a large sectional sofa she adjusted a lamp slightly so that its square base sat parallel with the edges of the table. Nervously, she walked quickly to the other end of the sectional to inspect the matching lamp. It was perfect, and she relaxed just a little. Glancing up at the clock she saw that it was nearly the time her Mistress usually arrived home and, as usual, she felt a mixture of anxiety and anticipation.
As much as she tried to suppress these feelings, she was unable to reign them in. Admittedly, anticipating the return of a loved one after a long day apart was a normal emotion, but the longing Koneko felt seemed unnaturally strong. Not that she knew what was 'natural', but still...
And then there was the anxiety. She feared her reaction to the arrival of her Mistress would be the same as always, and there's no way she could rationalize that as being normal. There was no sane reason why she would act as she did each time her Mistress greeted her, and today she was determined to react like a normal human being. After all, she was a normal human being, wasn't she? Well...she guessed that other than how she chose to live her life...she was normal.
Just thinking about her Miss arriving home made her pulse quicken and her pussy moisten. Resisting the sudden urge to massage herself 'down there', her fingers went instead to the collar around her neck where they toyed with the little heart tag that was attached to a d-ring. She could feel the delicate inscription with her fingertips. Akemi's Pet it read. Koneko turned to look at her reflection in the ornate mirror that hung on the wall and gazed at the pretty cursive lines on the little heart. Another rush of warmth flowed through her body as she tinkered with the tag.
Pet? Am I a pet? Mistress Akemi called her Pet, and she had to admit she felt good when she did. Even though she didn't remember entering into the somewhat bizarre relationship she found herself in, she knew she must have entered it of her own free will like her Miss told her she had. After all, she trusted her Mistress, and the love she felt towards the beautiful Japanese woman was proof enough for her that she was exactly where she wanted to be.
Pet? Am I a pet? Mistress Akemi called her Pet, and she had to admit she felt good when she did. Even though she didn't remember entering into the somewhat bizarre relationship she found herself in, she knew she must have entered it of her own free will like her Miss told her she had. After all, she trusted her Mistress, and the love she felt towards the beautiful Japanese woman was proof enough for her that she was exactly where she wanted to be.
The reflection of the clock on the opposite wall reminded Koneko of the time, and she set off down the hallway to inspect the bedroom and en suite. It was impossible for her to keep the smile from forming on her lips as she searched the area for any little thing she might have missed. Her Mistress excelled at spotting her deficiencies and her punishments were very harsh. But then, her rewards were very pleasurable, and Koneko knew she had done an excellent job. She looked forward to her reward!
The barely perceivable sound of the elevator attracted the woman's attention and she hurried out of the bedroom to a spot in the front foyer of the condominium and knelt down. The smooth marble floor of the foyer was cold against her bare shins, but she hardly noticed it. Instead, her attention was on the polished gold mirrored surface of the elevator door as she looked for any fingerprints left after she had cleaned it. With a sigh of relief, she saw none.
The elevator stopped, but Koneko could tell that it had stopped one floor below, on the 59th floor. The bottom two floors of the building were dedicated for high-end retail shops and restaurants. Floors three through forty-nine contained four large condominiums per floor. Above the 49th floor the condominiums encompassed the entire floor of the building, giving each resident the entire 360° view of the city. The use of a key was required for the elevator to go above the 49th floor and the elevator would stop only on the floor that the key was assigned to. She had never met anyone who lived below them, nor did she ever expect to. Her Mistress was a very private person who didn't socialize with the other tenets of the building.
In fact, the only other person she remembered being allowed in the apartment was her Mistress' friend, Dr. Ito. But then, her memory spanned all of three months. Before that...well she just couldn't bring up any memories at all.
Koneko looked forward to Dr. Ito's bi-weekly visits and the expectation that at any time he would be able to coax her brain to release her memory. But thus far she had not been able, even under hypnosis, to recall her life prior to meeting her Mistress, or the two years they had spent together before the accident that had caused her amnesia. Dr. Ito assured her that it was quite natural to block out the accident itself; the car that swerved to avoid rear-ending a van, and then smashing into a parked car that Koneko was walking next to. The impact had sent her flying some thirty feet backwards and into the brick wall of the First Federal Credit Union.
She remembered none of that.
Several 'Good Samaritans' had rushed to her aide, only to find her unconscious and unresponsive. She was taken to the hospital and diagnosed with severe head trauma. Knowing the pain she would endure upon awakening, it was decided that she should be put into an induced coma until the swelling around her brain subsided.
Looking at her naked reflection in the mirrored elevator door, Koneko wondered who the woman was that looked back at her. She arranged her long brown hair over her shoulders so that some of the strands cascaded down over her firm shapely breasts. The thin gold rings threaded through the piercings in her nipples sparkled in the light from overhead. Having her nipples pierced would seem to be something she would remember, yet it was not. The fact that she could remember some things and not others always puzzled her. Why, for example, did she know that she was kneeling on the 'floor' and looking at a 'door' inside an 'apartment' that was on the top floor of a 'building'? She certainly hadn't forgotten her vocabulary. So why, then, could she not remember her childhood, or where she went to school? Was she college educated? How did she know there was such a thing as a college? What was her real name?
I trust my Mistress. I love my Mistress. I trust my Mistress...She began to repeat the mantra in her head when these questions started to trouble her. Had she come up with the mantra, and if so, when? It was disconcerting to have such a short memory, but the mantra definitely worked to calm her. She could already feel her mind relaxing and those questions fading away. Still, the question of her name seeped between the gaps in her repetitions.
Initially, when she had awakened from the coma, she had accepted that her name was Koneko, or Koneko-chan, as her Mistress liked to call her. Mistress was Japanese. No one had told her that, she just knew it. Just as she knew she was not. She was Caucasian. Sometime during that first week of her post-coma life she learned that Koneko was the Japanese word for Kitten, and when her Mistress used the suffix, chan, it was like she was speaking to her young kitten in an affectionate way. Her memory since awakening from the coma was excellent and she remembered all too well the look of dismay when her Mistress learned that she didn't know what Koneko-chan meant. It broke Koneko's heart to see her Mistress sad, and she knew right then how much she must love her Mistress and how much she wanted to please her. In fact, the idea of displeasing her Mistress made her feel physically ill. It still didn't seem logical that her name was Kitten, though. Who would name their child Kitten? Kit? Katherine? Katrina? Hmmm. Maybe it would come back to her some day.
I trust my Mistress. I love my Mistress. I trust my Mistress...
What did it matter, anyway? She would be whoever, or whatever, her Mistress wanted her to be.
The sound of the elevator moving again jerked her out of her thoughts and the excitement returned. It had to be her this time!
Calm down! Act NORMAL!
The slight whirl of the cables on the other side of the mirrored doors could be heard, and a wisp of cool air escaped past the rubber moldings to brush lightly over her naked flesh. A crisp "ding!" announced the arrival of the elevator car, and Koneko, still kneeling on the tiled floor, watched in mounting excitement as the doors opened.
"Kon'nichiwa, Koneko-chan!" her Mistress said as she took a step into the foyer.
Koneko smiled widely, and was about to say hello, when she sensed motion behind her Mistress. She was not alone! A sudden panic gripped her as two women followed her Mistress out of the elevator.
At her Mistress' greeting, Koneko had started to lean forward to rest her palms against the floor.
No! Don't do it this time! her brain screamed as she tried to resist the urge to approach her Mistress on her hands and knees. Just kneel here and say hello like...like a normal human being!
She hesitated for a second and looked up at her Mistress...her beautiful, loving, Mistress. Her heart burst with longing for the gorgeous black haired woman who was looking down at her. The happiness she felt at seeing her was overwhelming and she fell forward onto her hands and lifted her naked butt as she moved forward on her hands and knees.
<Hello Mistress!> she said as she rubbed her naked body against her Mistress' leg. But instead of hearing what she had intended to say, she only heard, "Meow, meow."
Koneko smiled widely, and was about to say hello, when she sensed motion behind her Mistress. She was not alone! A sudden panic gripped her as two women followed her Mistress out of the elevator.
At her Mistress' greeting, Koneko had started to lean forward to rest her palms against the floor.
No! Don't do it this time! her brain screamed as she tried to resist the urge to approach her Mistress on her hands and knees. Just kneel here and say hello like...like a normal human being!
She hesitated for a second and looked up at her Mistress...her beautiful, loving, Mistress. Her heart burst with longing for the gorgeous black haired woman who was looking down at her. The happiness she felt at seeing her was overwhelming and she fell forward onto her hands and lifted her naked butt as she moved forward on her hands and knees.
<Hello Mistress!> she said as she rubbed her naked body against her Mistress' leg. But instead of hearing what she had intended to say, she only heard, "Meow, meow."