She had to admit to herself that she really did want to cry over the spilt milk… but that wasn’t how things worked now.
It had been one of her favourite phrases to use against her husband, now owner, back when they were married and she was human. She’d used it in denigrate and belittle him, she’d used it every chance she had, even if it didn’t fit the situation. She hadn’t cared.
Technically she was still human, he hadn’t rewritten her DNA or anything, but she no longer thought of herself that way. No, now she thought of herself as his little pink pussy.
A shiver ran down her spine at the thought and she closed her eyes and started licking the milk from her fingers, then from the floor, until all that was left was the milk in the bowl.
“Good girl Maxine, good girl.” her owner said and she looked up and over to him sitting in his favourite chair. She meow’d out loud and crawled over to him, wiggling her ass to send her tail from side to side as she did.
When she arrived she snuggled between his legs and pushed her face up against his crotch, purring as best she could. When he reached down and started to pet her head her nipples hardened and her pussy moistened. Her purring increased as well.
He scratched behind on of her “ears” and she titled her head to make sure he had access, then she parted her lips and pushed them up against his hardening shaft under his housecoat.
“Awe, does kitty want to play with her favourite toy?” he asked in a patronizing and condescending tone at the same time.
All she could do was meow enthusiastically.
He undid his housecoat and parted it, letting he wrap her lips around his cock and take it in. Her purring became erratic, she still hadn’t perfected sucking his cock while maintaining it, but she was getting better at it.
Soon she was sucking down the only milk she really desired and orgasming at the same time.
When she was done, he stood up and closed his housecoat, securing it once more around his waist, then walked to the door and left the basement “kitty cage” as he called it, leaving her there wanting more.
The door hadn’t been locked in months, if she’d wanted to she could of walked right out behind him, but of course she didn’t want to.
What she wanted was his love. What she wanted was his attention. What she wanted was his cum. What she wanted was to be his perfect little pink pussy.
