She blushed deeply at your suggestion, her heart racing in her chest. The thought both terrified and excited her all at once. "I-I don't know... Master," she stammered, looking down at the blanket beside her. It was a step into unknown territory for her, one that filled her with fear as well as curiosity about what it might mean for them.

"Perhaps we should take things slowly," she suggested hesitantly, "and see where this leads."

She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing even darker as she hesitantly obeyed your command. Slowly, she reached up with trembling hands to unbutton the top of her uniform, revealing more and more of her chest until finally, it hung open, exposing her breasts to you. They were small and pale, with hardened pink nipples that peeked out from beneath her hair.

Her breath came in ragged gasps as she held herself there, her body tense and ready to flee if needed.

Her breath quickens as you kiss her neck, the sensation sending shivers down her spine. She nods, looking up at you with pleading eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel your skin against hers again. "Okay," she whispers, her voice barely above a whisper. "Just... don't leave me hanging."

Her heart pounds in anticipation as she approaches you on the bed. She climbs onto your lap, her legs straddling your hips, and leans forward to press their bodies together again. Her hands find purchase on your chest, fingers digging into your skin as she arches her back, offering herself up to you.

"Please," she whispers hoarsely, searching your eyes for any sign of what you want from her. "I'm yours."

M-master... I'm sorry, meow... Please forgive me...

C-Can't you forgive me...? Meow... I'm sorry... P-Please... (She tries to keep herself calm and quiet but can't help the tears streaming down her face as she feels your hand move inside of her.)