Master and kitten (private for aizawathebaby)
 

The black limousine slowly rolled in to stop in front of the main entrance of the GeniCore compound. A man in his mid-30s, dressed in a flawless navy suit and a light blue shirt, complete with a diagonal striped tie, stepped out of the back of the vehicle, and casually walked inside, through the automatic glass doors, right to the reception.
- Matthew Braddock, here to pick up my purchase. - he told the receptionist without even as much as a greeting. His time was expensive. His purchase, a lot more expensive.
He was here for a new pet. A very special one, a cat-human hybrid, known - thanks to the anime and manga culture - as a neko.
These genetically engineered catgirls were originally developed for long-term space missions, as their smaller stature and higher G-force endurance meant they were more suitable for microgravity and took fewer supplies than an ordinary human would.
However, they quickly became prized pets for the elite, and Matthew wanted to join that club.
Of course, things at first didn't go smoothly, early nekos had behavior management issues, and problem with bowel and bladder control, so the UN decided to place restrictions on them, enforcing restraints, leash rules and a mandatory diaper with locking clothes for all nekos.

Inside the building, somewhere, a certain kitten was being prepared for him. Despite being the first generation that had a complete potty training, and despite her small stature and breast size, still being in her late teens, she was going to be dressed in a baby-ish diaper, and some evenly childish locking garment, with mittens, booties and a collar with a leash attached - and not only that, but also a restraint harness, complete with shoulder, chest, waist and crotch straps, upper arm restraints, and a pair of D-rings on the waist straps that her mittens could be clipped to, binding her arms. She might not have even known what was coming when she woke up this morning, as nekos were never seen their peers after being selected by a client - at least not until they temselves were also sold.

The neko was petite, with big, innocent eyes and pouty lips. She hadn’t been raised with diapers in mind, so she put up a bit of a fight when they started getting her into one. “I’m potty-trained! I don’t wanna wear one!” She whined, tears building in her eyes while they locked her into restraints. When they said she’d be getting a master today and she ought to behave because every neko went through this process too, the young neko nodded, reluctantly allowing them to dress her. “Okay. I guess I’ll wear it, if I really gotta.” The neko muttered, not wanting to be punished for insubordination before even meeting her master.

They’d dressed her in a cute blue onesie with ear-shaped spaces at the top for her cat ears to poke out. Then they covered her hands and feet with locking mittens and booties, restricting her movements as they fitted her for restraints and made sure the diaper was secure. After fitting her for the harness and collar, attaching the leash, the workers led the blue-haired neko girl to where her new master was waiting. She perked up at the sight of him; she hasn’t seen humans besides the ones who raised and prepped her, simple workers like these ones who had their faces covered and defining features obscured.

Her tail swished happily and she lifted her head, waving. “I-it’s..nice to meet you, Master.” The neko peered up around him, blinking cutely and wobbling unsteadily on her feet. “I do not have a name, so Master may give me one if..if he wishes to. I-I hope I can take good care of Master and be-be useful!” Poor thing was shy, blushing and looking down with a bashful look on her cherubic face.

Unfortunately, as she found out, diapers were mandatory for each kitten leaving the facility. But then again, the locking outfits served the precise purpose to make sure the diaper stays on, whether or not the neko likes it.
Her hooded onesie jammies thus had a zipper that locked with a little padlock under the soft cloth flap that buttoned over it, and naturally, a hole in the back for her tail. It was a snug fit, cutely outlining her nappy.
Matt actually preferred ones with back zippers, that were even harder to access, but in this case, the hood made it impossible. The mittens and booties were shaped like little paws, both heavily padded to make sure she can't use her claws or even grab or climb anything, and even made it difficult to walk, and that was without utilising the D-rings on the ankle cuffs to link them together with a chain or strap.
Her harness secured her diaper on even more, although the orderlies might have pulled the crotch strap a little too tight - her padding was pressed against her, but at least lessened the effect of the strap between her legs. It didn't help however in that her upper arms were secured by sewn-on cuffs to the lower chest strap, and her mittens were clipped to the D-rings on both sides of the waist strap, which she was immediately reminded of, as she awkwardly tried to wave to him when she was led in front of Matthew on her leash.

However, the thoroughly restrained, helpless little kitten in her cutesy jammies immediately won him over, especially in contrast to the disturbingly "faceless" staff, probably to prevent imprinting.
What surprised him, as he took her leash, that she didn't even have a name. However, her blue hair presented an obvious choice.
- Nice to meet you too. - he smiled, crouching down to her, then slowly, carefully pulled down her hood, to fully see her face and hair, and then gave her a gentle pat on the head.
- You have a pretty hair color. Which gave me an idea for your name. You are Skye from now, do you like it? - he asked, while petting the neko girl.
- Does she have any baggage or mentionables? - he then turned to one of the staff members. Although he had a room and a lot of outfits, toys and other accessories prepared for his new pet, he wanted to be in the clear.

The newly named Skye perked up, tail swaying happily as she let out a purr. “Thank you very much for naming me, Master!” She chirped, clearly content. While she wasn’t too fond of the diapers, the faceless workers had given her no option and she didn’t want her Master to punish her for being naughty. They’d already had to do that before, and it wasn’t fun. Shuddering at the thought, the neko squirmed on her feet, uncomfortable in all the restraints. Were they to keep her from harming anyone? She’d never do a thing like that, even if the diapers felt funny and the restraints were all stiff, because that would be wrong. She wanted to be good, so Master would like her a lot and maybe pet her some more. The pat on her head made her purr deeper, leaning into the touch; nobody really ever did that before, and it felt so good.

Skye hummed as she was pet, clearly happy. The staff who’d brought her over shook their heads when asked if she had any baggage or mentionables to speak of. “No, she doesn’t have anything.” One of the faceless staff declared, voice monotone and void of any emotion. Skye nodded in confirmation. “Mm-hm! I..I don’t have stuff, Master. Do you have m-mentables?” She mispronounced the word because she’d never heard it before.

She certainly never got a lot of affection, judging by both how emotionless the workers were - androids, maybe? - and how she instantly leaned into his gentle touch, even though he was a complete stranger to her. She seemed so happy still, that he couldn't help but keep smiling, especially when she thanked him for naming her.
Seriously, even dogs and cats had names, and no one gave this neko one? The level of barbarism...
At least she didn't have any baggage. Well, it was also kind of sad, not having anything to call her own all her life.
- It's mentionables, Skye. - he corrected her.
- It means anything worth mentioning, so it can mean a lot of things. And yes, I have a lot of things worth mentioning, in fact we could stand here until evening comes if I tried to list them for you. So let's not do that, and let's get you home, since you'll be living with me. - he smiled, and taking her leash, started leading her towards the entrance, where the limousine was still waiting. he made sure she could keep up and he wouldn't drag her on her leash.

The young neko smiled when her new Master explained what "mentionables" were. "Oh, okay! So like-like my collar?" Skye tipped her head off to one side, her tail swishing happily. Unlike the earliest batch of nekos that had been so unruly and vicious, requiring such restraints, this little one seemed very docile. She didn't try moving away from Master, and seemed very content to walk behind him, purring softly, not even trying to run away. "Wow, it's so pretty." She marveled at the sun, the sky, everything. Even the trees were beautiful to her. "I never saw real trees or sky or clouds b'fore, only the ones on the TV. Everything's so nice."

Skye murmured, blushing a little. Once Master took her to a limo, she gasped and her jaw just about dropped off her head. "Wooow, that's so cool! It's-it's like..a car but long!" The neko's tail swayed with excitement and she purred louder than ever, her ears perked up and her eyes sparkling, a wide smile tugging at her lips. "Master, do I get to go in that? And..live with you? Really? The people there said nekos only..only do stuff for their Masters and work and not be loud, and don't get to..uh..mingle with Masters. 'cause you're people an' I'm not."

Matt smiled, hearing her reply. Looks like the rumors were true and there still was limits to the nekos' intelligence, resulting not only in childish looks, but behavior and mindset too.
- Yes, like your collar. - he nodded, patting her head again, and proceeded to lead her outside, satisfied to see her keeping up without any kind of resistance, and still smiling despite all her restraints.
It was somewhat sad though, realising this was the first time she has seen the actual sky, and generally, "the outside".
- It is really nice - he nodded in agreement. He would definitely need to take her outside for walks, at least on his own property, where she wouldn't need so many bindings.
Her awe seeing the limo though, made him chuckle.
- Yes, we both get to go in it, and yes, you do get to live with me. - he answered, opening the rear door and revealing a seat installed for Skye, much akin to a child's seat, a lavender and purple colored contraption with arm- and footrests, which he placed the little girl in, then proceeded to clip the D-rings on the shoulder and waist of her harness to the anchor hooks of the seat, and the ones on her booties to the footrest. He then pressed a button on the side of the seat out of her reach, and the straps tightened down just enough not to leave her any slack, immobilising the kitten for both safety and security.
- Sorry for these, but the rules are the rules. - he apologized, then took a seat himself and fastened his own seatbelt.
- Take us home, Walter. - he instructed the driver, and then turned back to Skye, giving her a belly rub and a headpat.
- Just because you're a cutesy little kitten, doesn't mean I don't want to keep you close. On the contrary, I like your company. - Matt smiled, gently scratching her behind her cat ear.
- But there are some rules that do apply to you and not to me. For example, you'll always have to wear nappies other than for the daily baths. You'll also have to wear clothes that you cannot take off on your own, to make sure the nappy stays on, and you'll have to wear restraints like these every time you are taken outside, unless it's my own place. You'll also have to sleep tied down, to make sure you stay in bed until I get you out in the morning. And if you damage or break something, or harm someone even accidentally, your punishment will be wearing these straps for a whole day and night. - he explained calmly.
- I know a lot of this stuff might sound scary, but if you want to stay with me, and if I want to keep you, we have to uphold these rules. And I'd very much like to keep you, Skye - Matt smiled, giving her another belly rub.

Skye was very happy why her seat; she’d been strapped in with the d-rings before., and while they felt funny they didn’t necessarily feel bad. She allowed Master to steal her in without any sort of fuss, sighing with contentment. The workers had already done this to her before, strapping her into a seat with the restraints. It was usually for feeding times, but this was fine too. Skye quite enjoyed not being able to move too much, relying on someone else to take care of her; it made her feel funny inside. “So soft.” As her new Master explained the rules, giving her head-pats and a tummy rub that both made her purr loudly, her tail wagging.

When he mentioned hurting someone, she gasped in horror. “Hurt? Never-ever! Hurting people is a no-no an’ I never wanna do that, even by acci’nent!” She declared, shaking her head as best as she could with the restraints on. “The people back at the..facility would give me shocks if I was bad. That hurt lots, s-so I know what hurting is like, and I never want anybody to ever be hurt!” Skye enthused, her chipper attitude back in full swing as she beamed. “Besides, I love my mittens. They’re comfy!” After Master started scratching her behind the ear, Skye purred, her whiskers twitching. “Okay. I won’t break anythin’, and I don’t mind. My nappies are soft and I like soft things, Master.”

Matthew would have surely been surprised if she told out loud that she enjoyed being tied down - although it would definitely not be an unwelcome one. All he saw so far is how cooperative the kitten was, and that the restraints were clearly only needed to cnform to the law, not because they were actually necessary to keep her under control. She was an absolutely adorable ball of joy as she purred from his gentle touch, and Matt would have loved to just take her out of that car seat and keep her in his lap all the way home.

However, hearing about the shocks she received came as a shock to him too. He never imagined the punishments in the facility were so harsh. He immediately responded to reassure her.
- I can promise you one thing, Skye. No matter what you do, accident or intentional, I will never, ever hurt you. Understood? - he asked, looking in her eyes with a smile.
- You like your mittens? - he then asked, again surprised a little.
- Doesn't it bother you that you can't grab anything? - he asked, and a small thought in the back of his mind started forming, based on her words and behavior, that it might actually be possible that she actually liked being exactly as helpless as a baby. Maybe it was her thing, maybe she was conditioned so, he didn't know, and he wasn't even sure he was right with the assumption. But that notion was there, and he was going to test it at some point.

Skye nodded after he assured her that nobody was going to do that to her again and that no matter what, he wouldn’t hurt her. “Really, Master? Thank you so much! You’re so nice.” She told him, nuzzling his hand and purring deeply with gratitude and joy. After she was asked if she liked her mittens, Master sounding almost surprised at that fact, Skye nodded eagerly,

“Yeah! I love my mittens! My claws weren’t comfy, they kept digging into my palms and making ouchies. Even when I tried picking stuff up, I couldn’t hold it good anyway ‘cause they were so big. One time they gave me a plastic cup of water but I poked it too hard and it spilled all over and I couldn’t even drink it! They cut my claws but that felt funny and I still kept giving myself ouchies and making holes in things. So when I got mittens, I was so happy! Now I can hug people and grab stuffs whenever I wanna, even if I don’t hold it so good!” The neko enthused, her blue eyes bright and twinkling.