“I’ll meet you there?”
“Can you give me an hour or so? I just realized I forgot… damn it, I have to go home and… feed my cat.”
His eyebrows jumped high. “You have a cat? Like a real cat?”
“No, a taxidermy one.” I stopped myself from rolling my eyes.
He grinned and patted me on the ass, and I jumped forward in surprise. “So sassy and always so jumpy. Go on, then, kitty. Go feed your other kitty and meet me at my house. I’ll set out your toys for you.”
I swallowed around my excitement. My cock was already stirring in my pants as I thought about losing myself in my cat persona. I couldn’t yet, though, not until I had everything squared away. “Okay. I’ll be about an hour.”
“See you then.” He threw a wink over his shoulder at me as he headed toward his car. I watched the way his ass moved in those tight shorts, unable to look away, tempted to sink my teeth into the cheeks.
Shaking my head, I nearly ran to my car.
An hour later I finally had all my chores taken care of and had gathered all the gear I needed, including my tail and ears, and even my paws this time. I chose not to put them on, at least not until I got to his house.
The warm sun heated my skin as I stumbled my way to his front door, the heavy box of my favorite things in my hands. I didn’t even get to knock before the door opened, and I nearly swallowed my tongue. Brad stood there in nothing but leather pants, tight enough for me to see the obvious bulge that ran down his thigh.
Christ on crack.
My mouth watered.
“What have you got there, Harley kitty?” he asked, stepping to the side to let me in.
I nearly fell over the threshold, my shoes hitting something on the way in, but he grabbed me before I could tumble, dragging me against his chest. The warmth of the skin there against my cheek made my heart wallop at my ribs harder.
“You okay?” he whispered.
I splayed my palm over his right pec, giving it a squeeze, and he laughed. “Yes.” I smiled up at him and it felt good. He made me feel good.
“Come on, let’s go to the den.” He slid his hand into mine and led me to the right and through a doorway. I loved this area. Dark, clean, safe. There was only me and him in here. He had the curtains drawn. I felt protected, which was weird because I barely knew him. Stats and probabilities would tell me that the odds weren’t in our favor, but I didn’t care. I wanted him to be my owner, if only for a short while.
Brad led me to the couch and sat down, trying to drag me with him, but I shook my head and stayed standing. I placed my box near the couch and glanced around the room. He had cat toys spread out on the floor, from balls that had a bell in them to feather strings to wands. My brand-new collar sat on a small round table next to the couch, and my cock stirred at the sight of it waiting for me.
“I want to show you something,” I whispered, my cheeks flaming hot.
“Then show me, Harley kitty. Today, you get to choose what we do.” His voice deepened until it sounded rough, and it made my cock pump with more blood.
“I… I want to play. Be a cat for a while, but I want to do it in my underwear. This underwear.” I gathered the courage I had and undid my jeans, shoving them down to my ankles. My shirt came off next, leaving me topless in front of him. I toed my shoes off and nudged them to the side until the only thing I had on was a white jockstrap and socks. It wasn’t that the underwear was a jockstrap that made it interesting, but rather what was on the front.
“Oh.” His eyes widened as they narrowed in on the gray kitty’s face at my crotch.
“Do you want to… lick my pussy?” As soon as it was out of my mouth, I flushed harder than ever. I’d always imagined myself saying it, but I’d never actually done it out loud. I kind of wanted to die.
“Yes. Fuck yes, I do.” He leaned forward, but I shook my head, taking a step back.
“Please, Sir.” I nudged my box with my socked feet. “Can you… would you put my tail in my hole for me? I’d like to be your kitty now.”
My skin itched, and I wanted so badly to fall into my other self, to let the trivial aspects of life drain away until I was nothing but an animal who groomed myself and played with toys, including my Master’s very own special toy.
“Yes. Come here, Harley cat.” He crooked his finger and I fell to my knees so fast I nearly gave myself a head spin.
I whimpered, closed my eyes, and then crawled toward him on my hands and knees. “Please, Master, let me be a kitty.” I turned my ass toward him and bumped the box with my nose.
Those lines appeared around his eyes and mouth again as he grinned. “Okay, baby. Let’s get you into kitty space.”
I mewed in approval.
