The front door smacked closed behind me as I raced across the dewy grass and appreciated a bright reddish-gold sunrise on what would undoubtedly be a scorcher for our game later. Once at the barn, I unlatched the small side door and went inside to grab the large black box off a spanking bench that sat directly to the right of the door. The ribbon on top of the package sparkled and was eye catching, just the thing to entrance a kitty. I stared off into the corner where I’d begun rough construction on an idea I’d had for a cat tree but had stopped. Maybe I’d find some time to get that done next week.
How would he even react to that? Would it be too much? Sometimes my big ideas were appreciated by an audience of one—me.
With a shrug, I rushed back. I stubbed my toe on a rock in the yard and hopped the rest of the way to the front porch before I barreled back into the house. Harley swiveled around on his seat—apparently he’d been staring out the front window for me—and I plopped back down beside him on the couch.
“Well,” I panted, “this is it. I hope you enjoy it.”
He stared at the box as if ensnared by the magic of glitter and tapped a finger at the bow. I held in a laugh but was happy he seemed to like at least one part of the present.
“For me?” he asked again, almost suspiciously.
“Before you get too excited , Harley cat, I guessed at the fit, so if these don’t work, rest assured I’ll replace them.”
He frowned at me and I handed him the box. He flipped the lid off and let it go sailing to the floor, and I slid onto my knees in front of him, nervousness roiling in my stomach. I had thought he’d like this, but what if he didn’t?
Harley gazed down at the black gauzy paper inside. I folded the flimsy material aside so he could get to the actual present, and when he made no move to touch anything, I pulled out a stocking for him to inspect. They’d been called stockings when I purchased them, and I didn’t know what else they should be named, but that wasn’t quite right. They were lightly furred, and so silky to the touch I hadn’t wanted to put them in the box and close the lid the day they arrived.
Harley gasped as I took the stocking, decided it was a left foot, and began the process of easing the silky material onto him. He sat very still as I rolled the cloth up his leg and smoothed it over his knee. The fur was white with black spots—I’d thought he might like that to match his fuzzy ears. His leg trembled as I fixed the top so it laid right along the midpoint of his thigh. I took a moment to appreciate the curve of his leg with my thumb and teased at the soft skin between the fabric and his very plumped-out jock.
Harley moaned, eyes stuck on his new fur.
I repeated the process on the other leg until both stockings were on him just so, and then I took four small strands of material with clips on both ends out of the box. They reminded me of hooks for garter belts—I’d looked at those, too, and hoped maybe I could get this kitten into something lacy someday—but they were designed specifically to attach to a jockstrap. His dick visibly jolted as I clipped one end of the short piece of material to the front of a stocking and then the other to the side band of the jock. I did the same in the back. While I worked, my cheek brushed against his erection, and he was biting his lip hard when I glanced up at his flushed face.
I held his gaze as I turned to plant a kiss on the swollen front of the jock, and his breath caught. When I sat back on my knees, he reached trembling fingers down and ran them along his legs.
“They’re… they’re so soft! Oh my God, they’re soft.”
The pure joy in his smile made my own chest swell with delight, and for a few seconds, I just appreciated his happiness, and felt completely thankful that I was able to see it at all. I really hadn’t been sure he would come back.
“Check the feet.”
The tiniest furrow appeared between his eyebrows, and he lifted one foot and then let out an actual yell I wouldn’t have expected. “Toe beans!” The bottoms did have toe pads and they were fluffy as well. He checked the other foot and then covered his eyes with his hands, his smile still splitting his face.
“So I take it you don’t want me to toss them in the trash or anything?”
He threw himself at me, and I ended up landing on my ass with him half on the floor and half in my arms.
“You want to keep them?”
He nodded, and I had to hold him around the waist to prevent us both from falling over on our sides as he ran his hands along his legs again.
“Do you want to be my kitty this morning, Harley?” I whispered into his ear.
He stilled completely and appeared to be thinking, and I let out a long breath when he nodded and shifted his hips so he was settled on me with his ass teasing my wood. I slid my hand up and underneath his T-shirt, and he seemed to understand what I wanted because he helped me get it off him.
“Grab that box. There’s more to your present.”
He eagerly leaned forward and snagged the package to pull it down onto the floor beside us. He trembled on my lap and only stared, maybe like he was worried about what he might find in there, so I took the initiative and lifted out the second piece of black tissue paper. There was another layer of padding that I tossed as well, and underneath that was what I’d really wanted to show him, even though I loved the stockings, too.
“These are special, not like what you already have.” I took the first arm-length glove out of the box. It was the same fur as the stockings, and he moaned and ran his fingers along it, the tips curled back, already trying to make a little paw. I kissed his cheek, and he must have been excited because he let me do it without any trouble.
I showed him the paws on the ends, and he wiggled in my lap so much that I had to grab him and drag him back again. He hadn’t even seen the real fun part yet. I turned the paw around to lift the fur a little and show him there was a locking cuff under there, one with a keyhole. I tugged the ring with the keys out of the bottom of the box and his eyes went huge.
“If you wear these, I’ll have a kitty for as long as I say I have a kitty, right? What do you think about that? I need some words, okay?”
He held his hands up. “Yes. Yes, now.”
Laughing, I put the paws on him personally and secured the cuff on each wrist. He tried to work them off his hands for about a minute, testing the fit, biting his lips and rocking his hips while he panted and mewled in that tiny, happy little way that drove me crazy and let me know he was excited… or maybe horny. I shushed him and adjusted the sleeves near his elbows, tightening a small hidden drawstring on the inside so they wouldn’t slip down.
