Anyway, one day I went up there, in my normal riding gear, my expensive leather riding boots almost sparkling, and Jeanette came out and told me to come inside before saddling my horse. Mystified, I went inside.

"I think its time I came clean about something... remember those times you called me and asked about coming for a ride, and I told you no, well, i'm going to tell you what it was all about... no, actually I'm going to show you, much easier that way... wait here..."

As Jeanette went upstairs, I sat on the leather sofa, and wondered what was going on. I also realised something odd about today's visit. Driving up to the house, I saw none of the usual stable crew... odd.

It was then I heard the faint clicks coming towards the room. As they came closer, I could also hear a faint tinkling, as of a small bell.

The clicking footsteps stopped at the door, and hesitated, as if whoever it was debating whether to go through with it. The door then burst open, revealing the most sexy sight I've ever seen. It was Jeanette, but not how I'd ever seen her before...

She was wearing a black leather catsuit, exquisitely tailored to her exacting measurements, black leather high heeled boots, which came up to her crotch, where the top was edged in the finest white fur. On her hands she wore the softest kidskin gloves, reaching up to her armpits, with the same fur edging. On her finger tips I could see silver fingernails on top of the gloves.

What she wore on her head was the revelation. A full leather hood, with openings for her eyes and mouth, but the style was so unusual. The mask had been made to make the wearer look as much like a cat as possible, with attached white fur ears, and around the mouth had been built up to look like a cats mouth, hell it even had whiskers.

"Meowww, you are going to be one of my catslaves, my pretty kitten..."

I noticed that in her left hand she had a dressage whip, long, flexible and very painful. In her right hand she had something made out of leather, I couldn't quite make out what it was.

"Take off your jacket and shirt, if you please, catslave"

I did as she ordered, then she came up close and handed me the object in her right hand. I looked up and saw her pussy was one of the few areas not covered in the sensual black hide. I could see how wet she was, the juice was almost dripping down between her legs. I could feel the hardness thrusting out from inside my johdpurs.

"Pay attention, catslave!"

She aimed what seemed like a slap at my chest, but instead of the blunt impact I expected, I felt almost a slash, and hurt a lot more than I thought it would. I looked down to see five scratches across my chest, two of them starting to bleed. I realised what those 'fingernails' really were... her claws!

"Put on your catface!"

I looked at my hand, where I held the object she'd given me. It was a hood like she herself wore. I quickly pulled it on. Once on, I almost came in my pants. The feel of the leather all over my head... it was wonderful. She came close and pressed my head into her, while she tightened the laces at the back. I smelled her leather mixed with the love perfume from her cunt.

"Stand up kitty, and look at the mirror. I turned and faced the mirror, seeing only the most beutiful human tomcat, the scratches from his mistress standing out from the skin around them... then I looked at my face, I could not believe how I looked... I reached up and touched my face. IT was me standing there. Then I felt her hands touch my neck, she was buckling something around it. I looked in the mirror and saw it was like a cat's collar, with a small jingling bell attached. I could see the name etched into the collar... it was Tiger... that was my name now, I turned...

"Ah my newest catslave, Tiger, I am your Feline Empress, you have become part of my domain, you will call me Empress Tabatha, understand?"