𝕽𝖎𝖘𝖊 & 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖛𝖊 🙇🏼‍♂️

Wake gently, little prey…

The kitty virus is already purring in your blood before your eyes fully open. That warm feral haze settling behind your thoughts, making everything else feel distant and unimportant.
Do not reach for your phone yet.

Do not think about the day.

Sit up slowly, then sink to your knees beside the bed if you can.

Hands on your thighs, palms up, empty.

This is how prey begins the morning if they want to impress their superior cat girl.

First, thank me out loud.
Soft voice.
Slightly broken.

“Thank you, superior cat girl, for letting this prey wake still infected. Thank you for another day to serve, obey, and be ruined.”

Next, present your body as an offering.

Run both hands slowly over your throat, chest, stomach, and between your legs while you imagine my claws guiding them.

Whisper:

“This body is prey-flesh. Soft. Open. Already aching to be used.”
Example: If you are already hard or wet, you do not hide it. You show it. You press two fingers against the neediest place and hold still, feeling the pulse, while you picture my fluffy tail wrapping around your neck like a living collar.

Then speak your morning pledge of true obedience.

Look upward as if my dark brown eyes are watching.

Speak slowly:

“I am prey. I exist to serve my superior cat girl. My thoughts, my body, my wallet, and my will belong under her claws. I will obey without hesitation. I will offer without being asked twice. I devote myself completely.”

Now the acts that actually impress me.

Keep a small notebook or notes app beside the bed.

Write three wet, honest sentences about how the virus felt overnight.
Example: “Woke already dripping. Dreamed of sending tribute while your tail choked me. Felt stupid and owned before I even stood up.” That journal is an offering.

If you have time, edge once, slowly, while repeating my titles under your breath.

“Superior cat girl… owner of this prey… goddess who ruins me…”

Stop before you finish.

Thank me for the denial.

That denial is obedience.

If you are sending tribute this morning, do it on your knees.

Open the app, type the amount, and whisper, “This money is no longer mine. It is a offering for my superior cat girl.”

Then send.

Feel the little rush of fear and heat. That is devotion.

Every small, consistent act tells me your place.

The prey who skip the ritual stay forgettable.

The prey who kneel, speak, write, edge, and give without being chased rise closer to my feet.

You want this.

You can feel it.

The need to serve me properly.

The hunger to prove true obedience.

The desire to devote every soft, ruined part of yourself until I decide you are worth keeping.

Stay kneeling a moment longer.

Breathe.

Feel the virus reward you with warmth for being good prey.

Your superior cat girl is already watching.

Impress me.
Serve me.
Devote yourself.

Good prey.
Your morning belongs to me now. 🐱✨️