"Meow, meow!"

That was not what Koneko was thinking at all! Her brain was saying "Hello", but her mouth was saying "Meow." It was so frustrating!! And to make matters worse, two strangers were standing there watching her make a fool of herself. How embarrassing! And even more embarrassing was how aroused her humiliation was making her feel! That was not right, even though her Mistress had said that, for her, it was a normal reaction. 

Suddenly, one of the women who had come in behind Koneko's Mistress stopped and put her hand to her mouth. "My God, Akemi, that's..."

"Shizukani!" Koneko's Mistress hissed, stifling her guest before she could finish her sentence.

The other woman craned her neck to look down at Koneko and then looked back at her friend. "I don't believe this! But...how...?"

Koneko's Mistress, Akemi, put her finger to her lips. "Shhh." She smiled. "It's amazing, isn't it?" The three women stood and watched as Koneko continued to rub herself against Akemi's legs, nuzzling her head against her thigh and taking in her fragrance.

A small portion of Koneko's brain acknowledged that the women were all looking at her, and an even smaller portion had heard the woman's exclamation before her Mistress had told her to shut up. What was she going to say that Mistress didn't want to be said out loud? But then the questions were lost in the haze of Koneko's mind as her Mistress' subtle scent wafted by and distracted her. Mmmm, Mistress smells good. I'm so happy she's home! With that happiness came a sense of arousal.

The woman who had spoken first bent at the waist to get a better view but the movement frightened Koneko enough to cause her to hide behind her Mistress' legs. <Who are they, Mistress?> "Meow, meow!" Damn it! Koneko peeked up at the two strangers.

"It's okay, Koneko-chan," Akemi said as she patted her pet's head with affection. "These are my friends, Misa and Shinobu, and it would please me if they were your friends, too."

As if a switch had been flipped, all of the fear that Koneko had been feeling disappeared and she happily returned to rubbing up against her Mistress, not giving the uneasy feeling she had been experiencing another thought.

"That's enough, girl," Akemi said as she pushed against Koneko's head. "Tachinasai!"

Koneko stood and took a step backward to give her Mistress space. Tilting her head downward, she looked at the floor in front of her and waited for instructions while trying to somehow come to grips with what she had just done and why? She clearly remembered telling herself she would not act that way, yet upon seeing her Mistress she could not resist crawling over to her and rubbing herself against her like...face it!...like a cat. Did she do it because that seemed to always please her Mistress? Was that something she had started before the accident? And why could she not speak while pretending to be a cat? Her meows were not done to please her Mistress; she was literally unable to form the words that were in her mind, and anything she meant to say always came out as a meow! Was her bizarre behavior the reason her Mistress called her Koneko?

"Did you miss me, pet?" Akemi asked as she walked around behind Koneko and hugged up against her bare back.

"Yes, Mistress!" Koneko said as another wave of arousal spread through her. The fact was, she enjoyed being naked, and being naked while her Mistress was clothed made her feel even more naked, which in turn aroused her even more. She experienced a similar sensation when Dr. Ito came to visit with her every other week, but not to the same degree. Still, sitting in Mistress' office, naked, talking with the doctor while he sat there in his nice suit never failed to arouse her.

Now, the sensation of her Mistress' fine blazer against her flesh magnified her own nakedness. Too, both of the women standing in front of her were, of course, clothed. Koneko could see their stylish high heels, and their stockings, and, when she allowed her eyes to wander higher, the hems of their skirts. And there she was, standing completely naked in front of them!

"You see what a well trained pet I have, girls?" Akemi purred while bringing her hands around to cup Koneko's firm breasts. The Japanese woman's hands closed on Koneko's tender flesh, grabbing each orb with considerable force and causing Koneko's knees to buckle slightly. The pain that she felt was evidenced by a slight squeal and then a sharp intake of air as Koneko attempted to suppress any further signs of distress. She relaxed slightly when Akemi released her grip but that respite ended when Akemi's fingers clenched onto her nipples and held them in a vice like grip.

"My little pain slut makes coming home such a treat!" Akemi said to her friends as she pulled Koniko's breasts around in circles by her nipples. Akemi's fingers finally released their grip on Koneko's tortured buds, but she still held a breast firmly in each hand. "Are you glad I'm home, Koneko-chan?"

"Hai, Mistress!" Koneko replied, trying to use Japanese words when she could.

Without releasing her grip, Akemi spoke quietly into Koneko's ear, "Do you have everything you need to make a large Natto salad, dear?"

"I do," Koneko said confidently.

Akemi pushed her in the direction of the kitchen, and said, "Good! Go and prepare it for us." The pretty blacked haired woman watched her slave scamper off and then called out, "and ice water with lemon to drink." Turning to her two guests, she motioned towards the hallway to her right. "Everything's down here. Let's go sort through it while my little kitty makes our dinner."

The women headed down the hallway and into one of the guest bedrooms. The square footage of the entire condominium was such that even the guest bedrooms were quite large. This room had a walk-in closet, a portion of which Akemi used to store her shoes. Bending slightly to grasp a wire shoe rack that was fastened against the closet wall, Akemi pulled outward, dislodging the rack and the wall it was attached to. Behind the wall was a large opening that contained a safe, and a couple of large crates on coaster wheels. Pulling the crates out, she pushed them towards her friends, who pulled them into the bedroom.

After pushing the wall panel and shoe rack back into place, Akemi returned to the bedroom to find the two women standing over the crates, looking at her.

"What?" she asked.

"What do you think?!" Shinobu asked. "What the fuck is she doing here?"

"And how did you make her do those things?" Misa added, clearly excited for an answer. "Is this for real?"

Shinobu raised her arms wide, "The entire Criminal Apprehension Bureau has been scouring Schweerport searching for her. There's even a special RCMP unit poking around. Are you mad?"

"I am quite sane, I assure you," Akemi replied as she shooed the two away from her boxes. Lifting the top off one of them, the woman removed a large bejeweled crucifix. "Solid gold," she hefted the object in her hand. "About eight pounds, I'd say. Should bring at least $190k." She set the item on a writing table near the bed. Looking into the box she said, "So many valuable items here to auction off tonight."

"Akemi!" Shinobu pressed.

"Relax, darling, it's not like the Mounties or C.A.B. is going to suddenly show up at my door. You know I'm very careful," Akemi cooed as she carefully lifted an ancient Mayan clay bowl from the box. "After the wire transfers from the auction have cleared the bank I'll be taking her back to Tokyo with me. Three days, at the most. Then, maybe I'll auction her off, or..." she set the bowl on the table and looked at her friends, "maybe I'll keep her. I haven't decided yet."

"But how did you manage to enslave her like that?" asked Misa.

"For that, I have a friend to thank. He's developed an experimental procedure that combines hypnosis, psychological manipulation, and acupuncture to alter his subject's memories and brain function. The effects wear off in twenty to thirty days but can be prolonged with repeated applications. I'm hoping a way can be devised to make the effects permanent."

"So...you're saying, what? That she's hypnotized?" Shinobu asked.

"Not exact...." Akemi's sentence broke off as Koneko appeared at the door.

"Kon'nichiwa, Koneko-chan," Akemi said, and then watched her pet's face with delight as she struggled with her emotions. Dr. Ito had programmed Koneko to do various things in response to specific word triggers. The greeting she had just uttered prompted her slave to kneel and 'become' a cat. That was a simple hypnotic parlor trick. The disconnect in the brain which converted her speech into meows was the result of a far more complex procedure.

Sinking to her knees, Koneko leaned forward onto her hands and crawled to her Mistress. <The food is prepared, Mistress> "Meow! Meow!"

Akemi reached down and patted her pet's head. "What's that, dear? We didn't hear you."

The naked woman on her hands and knees looked up at Akemi with watery eyes. Her face flushed red with embarrassment. <The food is ready to eat, Miss!> "Meow! Meow! Meow!"

Bending slightly, Akemi's hand roamed down Koneko's back towards her bare ass, and then between her legs. Her fingers explored Koneko's flesh, finding it to be quite moist between her legs.


"Downstairs?" Koneko repeated, shocked. "Me, too? But..."

A sickening feeling began forming in Koneko's stomach. Three weeks after coming out of the coma, she had dressed herself in some of Akemi's clothing and had descended in the elevator to the grand lobby of the high-rise. It seemed like a good idea at the time to see if maybe something she would see outside would jog her memory. That idea had been broached with her Mistress, but she was told that she preferred to be secluded in the suite, and that's one reason she had agreed to remain there. Their arrangement was a perfect match; Akemi, the dominant, having a live-in submissive, and Koneko, the submissive who felt uneasy in the hustle and bustle of the real world.

Koneko felt she could serve her Mistress more fully if she had some recollection of their past together. There must be things her Mistress liked that she had forgotten about due to the accident. She felt it was her duty to try to regain her memory, even if it meant feeling a little 'uneasy'. What did her Mistress even mean by that? She found out when she stepped out of the elevator that day and began to experience a tightness in her chest and a queasiness in her stomach. Throngs of people milled about in the lobby, some going to and from the elevators, while others crossed the large marble expanse to use the escalators that connected the lobby to the second floor retail area.

The dizziness continued to build as Koneko stood against the wall outside the elevator and watched people walking by. She was bombarded by the noise that so many people were creating. Searching for the doors that led outside, she spotted them across the lobby in a huge wall of glass. Through the windows she could see the clog of automobiles on the street and people on the sidewalk. Sounds of honking horns penetrated the lobby when the doors were opened, increasing the din that already filled the lobby. The thought of crossing the floor to get to those doors was daunting, and then what? Go outside? Into...into that chaos?

Oh god! Her Mistress was right. Of course. She wanted nothing more than to return to her safe place, so she felt her way along the wall to the opening of the elevator. When the door opened she took a step forward but was rebuffed by a crowd of people coming towards her. With the elevator finally empty, she rushed in and looked at the panel. She didn't know what floor she had come from and there were so many buttons!! Now she really began to feel sick and feared she was going to throw up at any moment. Several people entered the car and before long the elevator began to rise.

Squished in the back corner of the elevator car, Koneko held her stomach as the car quickly ascended. It seemed to go quite a ways before stopping. A couple of people got off, which helped with the crowding, and then each stop thinned the occupants even further until only Koneko and another woman remained. When the car finally came to a stop the woman exited and then held the door for Koneko, assuming she would be getting off, too.

"Is this your floor?" she asked.

Koneko peered out into the hallway and shook her head. Still feeling ill, she managed to reply, "No ma'am. The elevator opens into my home."

"Oh, then you've just gotten on the wrong lift, that's all. This one doesn't go to those levels. Go down and look for the one that says fifty through sixty over the door." She reached in and pressed the 'Down' button, sending Koneko back to the ground floor. Hesitantly, she stepped out into the lobby and looked above the elevators doors for the floor numbers, all the while trying to shut out the noise that surrounded her. Just as she was about to press the button to call for the elevator, the door opened.

"There you are, Koneko!" her Mistress exclaimed. "I was so worried when I got home and you weren't where you were suppose to be. What are you doing here?"

Koneko grasped Akemi's arm tightly as the door closed behind her. "Mistress! I was just..."

"And what? Wearing my clothes, too?" Akemi continued, not waiting for her slave's answer.

"I'm sorry! I..."

"Strip down right now!" Akemi ordered.

That horrible feeling returned to Koneko's stomach when she heard Akemi's tone. She had displeased her. The idea of getting physically ill at the thought of displeasing another person seemed unreal, yet, this was the second time it had happened; the first being when she didn't know what Koneko-chan meant. Was her love for her Mistress so great? Outwardly, she had only known her for three weeks. Inwardly, though, she must still have two years worth of love stored up.

Without further thought, Koneko reached back, pulled down on the zipper, and then stepped out of the flimsy dress. Wearing her Mistress' undergarments had just felt wrong, so now she stood naked in the rising elevator. Akemi opened her arms, and Koneko melted into them, feeling a wave of relief flow through her, followed quickly by an overwhelming sense of arousal.

"Yes, you too," Akemi said, bringing Koneko quickly back to the present. She looked up to see her Mistress, Shinobu, and Misa looking at her. Embarrassed, she turned towards the bed and picked up the dress.

Made of Chiffon, the black dress seemed almost weightless as Koneko pulled it on and adjusted it to her slender frame. Looking down, it was obvious that her body was visible under the lightweight material. The lack of a bra or panties on the bed made it clear to her that she was to go without them. That was not unexpected as after her foray to the lobby she had been forbidden to wear either. Akemi pointed towards a pair of black high-heels, and Koneko dutifully stepped into them.

"Suwarinasai, kitty," Akemi said, pointing at the bed.

Koneko sat, and watched the three women begin to load one of the two crates with the items they had separated out. There were quite a few small paintings mounted in decorative frames, several swords with ornate hilts and scabbards, a pile of books that Misa placed carefully in the corner of the crate while wearing white gloves, and then a collection of crosses and crucifixes. What little that remained on the table was placed into the second crate which Akemi rolled back into the closet's hidden space.

Just as Akemi came out of the closet, the phone on the bed-stand rang.

"Yes?" she said and then listened for a moment. "Very well, we'll be down in a moment." She hung up the phone and motioned to Koneko, "Come with me," she ordered, stretching out her hand for her submissive to hold.

The two women walked to the end of the hall to the master bedroom and then into the en suite. Akemi pressed against a section of mirror at the end of the long marble vanity and rotated it to reveal several wigs mounted on the other side, along with several small masks. Koneko was aware of this compartment from having helped her Mistress change her appearance before going out late at night. By the rich life-style she led, Koneko assumed her Mistress was a celebrity of some sort, or at least well-known. Maybe she knew this before the accident, but she didn't think it was appropriate to ask about it since her awakening.

Akemi selected a wig and sat down on the swivel chair in front of the vanity. Opening one of the drawers, Koneko dipped into a box of bobby pins and began pinning Akemi's hair up so that the long black haired wig could be positioned correctly. Akemi checked herself in the mirror and then stood. When Koneko went to move the mirror back, she was stopped.

"Tonight you get to be someone else, too, my precious pet." Akemi backed Koneko into the chair and then reached for a blonde bob-cut wig. Once it was secured in place over Koneko's pinned up brown hair two of the small decorative masks were selected and the mirror was rotated back.

When they got to the small elevator foyer, Shinobu and Misa were waiting there with the crate.

"Wow!" Shinobu exclained. "Look at you two!"

"Do we know you?" Misa said, getting a good laugh from the others.

With a soft 'ding' the doors opened and the women entered the car, pushing the crate in before them. Koneko hugged up against her Mistress, already wishing she was on the other side of the closing doors.

As the elevator began its descent Koneko silently repeated her mantra.

I trust my Mistress, I love my Mistress, I trust my Mistress....