Fay, a spirited young woman, is always teasing her boyfriend Ed about her loving him more than he loves her. When he has had enough, he dares her to prove it.
"Fay, you always say you love me more," Ed said with a smirk, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "But if you really do, you should be able to prove it."
Fay looked at him quizzically, her heart racing. "And how do you suppose I do that?" she replied, playing along.
Ed leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a playful whisper. "How about you be my pet for two weeks?"
Fay's eyes widened, and she took a step back, her smile faltering. "Your... pet?"
Ed nodded, his grin growing wider. "Yeah, think about it. You do whatever I say, just like a pet would. It'll be fun."
Fay folded her arms, contemplating the dare. The idea didn't sit well with her, but she had a competitive streak that was difficult to ignore. Plus, she didn't want to appear as if she was scared of a little role-playing. "Okay," she said finally, "but before I agree to anything, I want to know what being your pet entails."
Ed leaned back, a smug look on his face. "First things first, you'll get a collar and a leash. Just like a good pet, you'll wear it whenever we're in public."
Fay raised an eyebrow. "In public?" she questioned, feeling a mix of intrigue and skepticism.
"Yes," Ed nodded confidently. "But don't worry, you won't have to do anything weird, just behave like a pet. You know, sit by my side, let me pet you, maybe fetch a few things." He winked, trying to ease the tension in the room.
Fay felt a knot in her stomach. Being treated like a pet in public was definitely pushing the boundaries of what she was comfortable with. But she didn't want to back down, not when Ed was watching her so intently. "And what happens if I don't follow the rules?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
"Well, a pet can be naughty sometimes," Ed said with a sly smile, "but a good pet gets rewarded for good behavior, and a naughty one... well, they get brought in line."
Fay felt a thrill run through her despite her apprehension. "What do you mean, 'brought in line'?"
Ed's smile grew more devilish. "You know, the usual. Time-outs, scoldings, maybe even a little spanking if you're really naughty."
Fay's cheeks flushed, and she felt a strange warmth spread through her body at the mention of discipline. She took a deep breath, trying to regain her composure. "And what will I have to do all day?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.
"Just what a pet does," Ed replied casually. "You'll follow me around the house, sit when I tell you to, and come to me when I call. You'll even have your own little pet bed to sleep in at night."
Fay's mind raced as she processed his words. The thought of being petted and cared for like a pet was admittedly appealing in its own strange way, but the idea of being so... dependant made her stomach flip.
"So, I don't have to do anything?" she asked, her voice still shaky. "Just sit and be petted?"
"Not quite," Ed corrected her, his eyes gleaming. "You'll also be responsible for keeping me happy. That means you'll have to accept for some... physical affection, whenever I like petting you l."
Fay felt a sudden jolt of arousal at his words, which surprised her. She had never been one for BDSM or anything kinky, but something about the challenge intrigued her. "Alright," she said with a hint of defiance in her voice, "but what's in it for me?"
Ed leaned in closer, his breath warm on her ear. "You'll be pampered like a pet." He reached out and traced her jawline gently, his touch sending a shiver down her spine. "I'll make sure you're well taken care of." His hand slid down to her neck, and he gave it a gentle squeeze. "I'll feed you, bathe you, and even brush your hair if you're a good pet."
Fay's mind was racing with all the implications of what he was suggesting. She felt both excited and scared. "I don't want to be a dog... Can I be a cat?" she blurted out, surprising even herself.
Ed's smile grew, and he nodded. "Of course, if you want to be a cat, you can be a cat." His eyes searched hers, looking for any signs of doubt. "But remember, cats don't talk, so you'll have to communicate with me using cat like sounds and movements."
Fay swallowed hard and nodded, her throat dry with anticipation. "When do we start?" she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.
Ed's eyes lit up with excitement. "How about tonight?" he suggested, his voice filled with eagerness. "But first, we need to go shopping. You can't be a proper pet without a collar and a leash."
Fay felt a rush of nervousness, but she nodded. "Okay," she agreed, trying to sound more confident than she felt. "Let's go now."
The trip to the pet store was a blur of leather collars, shiny name tags, and colorful leashes. Ed was in his element, picking out a sleek black collar with a silver ring for attaching a leash. Fay's eyes widened as, in the middle of the shop, he held it up to her neck. She had never felt so embarrassed.
But as they strolled through the aisles, she couldn't help but feel a strange sense of excitement growing within her. Ed tossed a bag of high-quality catnip toys into the cart, explaining that he would need something to keep her entertained when he was busy. He also picked out a plush pet bed with a faux fur lining, declaring it the perfect size for his new feline companion.
When they reached the end of the aisle, Fay felt her heart pound as Ed picked up a bag of litter. She watched in disbelief as he casually tossed it into the cart, as if it were an ordinary purchase. "What's that for?" she squeaked, her cheeks burning.
"For your little cat needs," Ed replied with a mischievous grin. "You're going to need somewhere to do your business, aren't you?"
Fay stared at the bag of litter in the cart, feeling a mix of shock and arousal. She hadn't anticipated this level of commitment to the role, but the embarrassment of being treated so thoroughly like a pet was beginning to turn her on in a way she hadn't expected. "Fine," she murmured, her voice barely audible.
"Good girl," Ed said approvingly, patting her head as if she were already his pet. "Now, let's find a litter box that's suitable." He led her over to the section with the large, plastic litter boxes, and Fay felt her cheeks burn even brighter.
She picked up one of the bigger litter boxes and placed it into the cart. As she did Fay felt a peculiar sensation spread through her. It was a combination of embarrassment and arousal, a thrilling cocktail that sent a tremor of excitement straight to her core. She felt her cheeks burn and her breath quicken as she tried to ignore the dampness growing between her thighs.
Ed did notice the change in her demeanor. He watched her with a smug smile, his eyes glinting with satisfaction at her reluctant acceptance. He took her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze, and Fay looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of excitement and trepidation.
As they approached the cashier, Fay felt her heart race. She was about to become his pet, a thought that thrilled and terrified her in equal measure. The cashier looked at them curiously as they placed the items on the counter, the collar and leash clinking together. Fay felt her face burn with embarrassment, but she couldn't deny the pulsing heat between her legs.
Ed pulled out his wallet and paid for the items with a casual ease, his hand lingering on her shoulder as if claiming ownership. The simple act of him taking charge, buying her the tools of her new role, filled her with a sudden rush of affection. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a mix of admiration and love that took her by surprise.
As they stepped out of the store, the cool evening air washed over her, but it did little to calm her racing thoughts. She felt exposed and vulnerable, knowing what was to come. Ed, on the other hand, seemed completely at ease, swinging the bag of pet supplies with a confidence that was both intimidating and thrilling.
When they arrived home, Ed didn't waste any time. He led her to the living room and pulled out the black leather collar and matching leash. "Alright, kitty," he said, his voice firm but playful. "Let's get you dressed for your new role."
Fay felt a mix of excitement and dread as he fastened the collar around her neck, the cool leather pressing against her skin. The name tag he attached to it read 'Kitty' in bold, gleaming letters, making her cringe at the thought of anyone reading it if they saw her outside.
Ed admired the look of the collar around her neck. His hand cupping her chin. He looked her in the eyes. Fay's heart skipped a beat. She suddenly realised what was expected of her. "Now, kitty," he said, his eyes gleaming with excitement, "I think it's time for you to undress. After all, pets don't wear clothes, do they?"
Fay's protest was cut off by Ed's gentle but firm thumb over her mouth. "Shh," he whispered, "Pets don't talk. Remember?" He removed his hand and gave her a stern look that made her knees wobble slightly. She knew he was right; she had agreed to this, and now she had to follow through.
With trembling fingers, Fay began to strip off her clothes, Ed's eyes never leaving her. Slowly, she unbuttoned her blouse, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands trembled as she unclasped her bra, the cold air of the room making her nipples pebble. She took a deep breath, undid the button of her jeans and stepped out of it. When she was down to just her panties, she paused, unsure if she was allowed to keep them on.
Ed noticed her hesitation and cupped her chin again, making her look into his eyes. "Everything off, Fay," he whispered, sending a shiver down her spine.
"Pets don't need panties."
Fay bit her bottom lip, feeling a strange thrill at the humiliation of being told what to do so explicitly. With a deep breath, she slid her panties down her legs, revealing her bare skin to him. The coolness of the room made her nipples peak and she felt a fresh wave of arousal as she stepped out of her underwear and kicked it aside.
Ed hooked a finger in her collar, and gave a gentle tug, guiding her to sit on her hands knees. He began to pet her, his fingers running through her hair as he might stroke a cat's fur. His touch was surprisingly soothing, and she found herself leaning into it. For good measure she started purring softly.
Fay looked up at Ed, unsure of what to do next. Ed reached into the bag and pulled out the pair of fluffy black cat ears they had bought. They were attached to a velvet headband that matched the collar perfectly. He placed them on her head, adjusting them until they sat at just the right angle. Then, with a flourish, he produced a matching black tail.
"This tail goes into your bum," he said, holding it out to her with a serious expression. "It's to help you feel more like a cat and to remind you of your place." Fay stared at the tail that should go into her butt, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.
The tail looked ridiculous but she sniffed at it duly. As the soft material brushed her cheek, just like a cat would, she rubbed her chin and neck along the tail. It was a gesture she had seen many times before, but to perform it herself was surreal. Ed's eyes lit up with amusement, watching her closely.
"Good girl," he praised, his voice thick with satisfaction. "Now, let's see if you can sit pretty for me." He tapped her butt lightly, a clear indication for her to turn around and present it to him. Fay felt a flash of annoyance, but her body responded before her mind could object, turning her to face away from him, lowering her upper body and raising her butt.
Ed crouched behind her, and she felt his warm hand on her ass cheeks as he leaned in. He took the tail and began to rub it against her anus, the fluffy material tickling her sensitive skin. Then, with surprising gentleness, he inserted the tail into her. Fay's breath caught in her throat, a soft mew escaping her as the base of the plug fitted snugly between her ass cheeks. The tail protruded from her, bent upwards between her cheeks, standing proud and fluffy like a real feline's.
Fay remained still, allowing him to adjust the tail and make sure it was securely in place. Ed's hand brushed against her cunt for a brief moment, sending a jolt through her body. She felt herself arch her back and press herself into his touch, but he withdrew his hand, leaving her wanting more.
He then walked over to the couch, sat down, and picked up the TV remote. Fay watched him, unsure of what to do next. He turned on the TV, and the sounds of a sports game filled the room. She knelt there, feeling awkward and unsure of her place. Her mind was racing with questions about what was expected of her, but she knew better than to ask.
Slowly, she began to crawl on all fours towards him, her movements tentative. Ed glanced down at her, a smirk playing on his lips, and she knew she had made the right choice. She curled up at his feet, her tail swaying slightly as she found a comfortable position. The plush carpet felt strange but not uncomfortable against her bare skin. She pushed further thoughts aside and focused on acting the part.
Fay observed her environment from a new perspective through narrowed eyes, her mind trying to reconcile the human world with the feline one she had just entered. The TV blared in the background, but she focused on the patterns of light and shadow playing across the floor. Her nose twitched as she took in the scents of the room, identifying Ed's musky scent.
Ed looked down at her, his smirk turning into a gentle smile. He petted his lap, beckoning her to come closer. Fay felt herself happy with his invitation. She climbed onto the couch with graceful movements, her new tail swishing as she settled into his warm embrace. His hand stroked her hair, and she felt a rush of comfort and safety wash over her.
As she snuggled onto Ed's lap, she felt content. It was as if a part of her she didn't know existed had been unlocked. Ed's hand continued to pet her, his fingers tracing her spine and down to the base of her tail. The sensation was strange but oddly calming, and she began to purr, the sound low and rumbling in her chest.
His touch grew more intimate, his fingers moving from her back to her hips, then up her waist, and finally cupping her breasts. Fay's eyes shot open, and she tensed for a moment, but his touch was gentle, and she quickly found herself relaxing into his touch. His thumbs circled her nipples, and she couldn't help but mewl softly. It was a sound she had never made before, but it seemed natural now she was his pet.
Ed chuckled, his breath warm against her neck as he leaned down to whisper, "You're learning fast, kitty." His voice was a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her body, making her core tighten. He continued to play with her breasts, then his hand slid down between her thighs. Fay felt a blush spread across her cheeks as his fingers brushed against her sensitive folds.
With a feline grace Fay rolled onto her back on his lap. Her legs spreading to give him full access. She mewed softly, her hips shifting as she tried to get comfortable. Ed's eyes darkened with desire, and he took in the sight of her, opening herself up for him. He caressed her sex. Her clit swelled under his touch, and she couldn't help but arch her back, silently begging for more.
He leaned down, his breath hot on her skin as he nuzzled her neck. His teeth grazed her earlobe, and she shivered with pleasure. "Does my little pet want something?" he murmured, his voice a low growl. Fay mewed softly, rubbing her cheek against his hand, hoping he would understand her silent plea. Ed's eyes lit up and he began to stroke her clit with more pressure, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles that had her hips moving in time with his touch. "That's it," he coaxed, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Just show me what you need."
Her purr grew louder as he slid two fingers inside her, his touch sending waves of pleasure through her body. She wrapped her arms around his neck, her nails digging into his skin as she pulled him closer. His teeth found her collarbone, nipping gently before moving up to her ear. "I told you I would take care of you." he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Fay's eyes rolled back in her head as Ed's fingers curled inside her, hitting that spot that made her legs tremble. She mewed louder, her body writhing under his touch. His hand moved from her thighs to her ass, giving it a firm squeeze. "Such a good pet," he praised, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through her. "You're going to love this."
With that, he slid his fingers out of her and Fay felt a momentary sense of loss, but it was quickly replaced by excitement as she watched him lick his fingers clean. He then reached into the bag and pulled out a small, vibrating cat toy. It was shaped like a little fish, and Fay had to bite her lip to hold back a giggle at the absurdity of the situation. But her amusement quickly faded as he turned it on and placed it at the entrance of her pussy.
The vibrations were intense, sending shockwaves through her body. She hadn't expected it to feel so... good. Her eyes went wide, and she let out a low moan. Ed's smile grew as he watched her reaction, and he began to slide the toy in and out of her, mimicking the motion of his fingers from before. Fay's purrs grew louder, her hips moving in sync with the toy as she chased her orgasm.
Her body was a taut bowstring, each movement of the vibrator pulling her closer and closer to her release. She could feel the tension building in her core, her muscles tightening around the intrusive object. Ed watched her intently, his eyes hooded with lust. His free hand played with her clit, his thumb pressing down rhythmically as he pushed the toy in deeper.
Fay's moans grew louder, her hips moving in time with the toy's motion. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her mind focusing solely on the pleasure that was building inside her. She felt her body start to convulse, her muscles spasming around Ed's fingers as she reached the edge of orgasm. He watched her, his own arousal clear in the way his breathing had changed, his eyes locked on her face as she neared climax.
The moment she came was explosive, her body arching off the couch, her legs tightening around his hand, trapping the vibrator deep within her. Her cries were a mix of pleasure and surprise, the intensity of her release taking her completely by storm. Ed held her tight, his hand never stopping its rhythmic movements, riding out her orgasm until she collapsed, panting, into his embrace.
He turned off the vibrator and placed it aside with a satisfied smile. "Good kitty," he murmured, stroking her hair. Fay felt a strange mix of pride and embarrassment at his praise, but she couldn't deny the satisfaction of her climax. Her body felt boneless, and she curled into him, her tail in a lazy arc.
As she lay there, Ed's hand continued to pet her, his strokes growing slower and more gentle. He whispered sweet nothings into her ear, his warm breath sending shivers down her spine. It was as if he could sense her vulnerability, and he was there to soothe it away. Fay felt herself relax even further, her eyes drifting closed as she reveled in his touch.
Her body was still sensitive from her orgasm, and every stroke of his hand sent little aftershocks of pleasure through her. Ed's amazement grew as he watched her melt into his touch. Giving herself over to him entirely. It was something she had never done before, and the realization filled him with a sense of wonder.
Fay's thoughts had turned to the challenge ahead. If she was going to be his pet, she might as well be the best one he's ever had. A mischievous smile curled her lips, and she began to rub against him with more intent. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and she let out a soft, demanding mewl.
Ed looked down at her with a raised eyebrow, his hand pausing in its stroking. "What's wrong, kitty?" he asked, his voice laced with amusement.
Fay opened her eyes and looked up at him with a feline gaze. She purred, shaking her breasts. She hadn't realized how much she enjoyed being his pet until this moment. The power dynamics had shifted, and she found herself craving his attention, his dominance, but on her feline terms.
As Ed started fondling her breasts again, without warning, she hissed, her eyes narrowing into slits. Ed's hand stilled. He let go as she got up from his lap. His amusement clear as she strutted away from him, swaying her ass, her tail held high in the air.
Fay's eyes darted around the room, seeking out the perfect spot. Her new role as a pet had brought out an instinctual need for comfort and privacy. She found her pet bed in the corner of the room, a cozy nook between the bookshelf and the armchair. She padded over to it, her movements feline and graceful despite the fluffy tail that swished and bobbed with every step.
As she curled up into a ball, the plushness of the bed enveloped her, offering a surprising level of comfort. The collar felt snug and secure around her neck. She closed her eyes, her knees tucked under her chin, and her tail wrapped around her body.
Ed couldn't believe what he was seeing. The collar looked so natural on her, the tail swaying with every move she made. He felt a strange sense of power, yet also a hint of amusement as it was Fay who was now dictating the flow of the game. Her feline grace and the way she had responded to his touch was unlike anything he had ever experienced. The power dynamic between them had shifted in a way that was both exhilarating and confusing.
Fay, feeling the comfort of the rug, couldn't help but feel a wave of contentment wash over her. The day's events had been a whirlwind of emotions, but she felt safe. Her eyes grew heavy, and she couldn't fight the drowsiness that was setting in. Her body had reached its peak and was now craving rest.
Ed watched her, his mind racing with the reality of what they had just experienced. He had never seen Fay so... pliant, so openly needy for sex. It was as if the role-play had unlocked a hidden part of her that she had been keeping tightly locked away. He felt a strange mix of pride and arousal at the sight of her, his cock straining against his pants.
He wanted to keep pushing the boundaries, to see just how far she would go in her role as his pet. As Fay's soft snores filled the room, he couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to take her outside, to show her off to the world as his cat. But first, he had to make sure she was well taken care of.
Ed got up from the couch and moved into the kitchen, his mind racing with ideas. He rummaged through the cabinets, searching for something suitable to feed her when she would awake. He knew she'd expect something special, something that would make her feel more like a pet. He found a can of tuna, and his mind immediately went to the gourmet cat food he'd seen at the pet store.
He pulled out a pan, opened the can, and began to mix in some finely chopped cucumber and carrot. He figured that even though she was playing a pet, she still needed a balanced diet. He chuckled to himself at the absurdity of the situation, but it was also oddly charming. Fay had always had a wild side, and this was certainly living up to it.
Once the tuna was properly mixed with the vegetables, he spooned the concoction into a shiny, new cat bowl. The scent of the fish filled the kitchen. He placed the bowl on the floor, along with a smaller one filled with fresh water. He stepped back, admiring his handiwork with a smirk.
As he returned to the living room Fay started moving. Stretching her body gracefully as she got up from her cat bed. She yawned widely, her mouth opening in a silent meow as she unfolded herself, the fluffy tail up in the air.
For a brief moment, she looked around the room with a dazed expression, the fog of sleep clearing from her eyes. She recalled the events on the couch. Her cheeks flushed at the memory of her wanton display of pleasure, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of arousal as she thought of the way he had caressed her after making her cum. She had never been so openly sexual before, and it was both terrifying and exhilarating.
Ed watched her with a knowing smile. He was clearly enjoying her embarrassment, which only served to fuel her determination to play the part of his pet to the fullest. With a feline grace, she stretched her limbs again, arching her back and extending her fingers like claws, testing the limits of her new identity.
Her gaze fell upon the two shiny bowls on the kitchen floor, filled with what she assumed was her dinner. Her stomach grumbled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since lunch. She swallowed hard, trying to ignore the blush creeping up her neck, and padded over to the bowls on all fours.
As she approached the smell of the tuna filled her nostrils. She had to admit it looked surprisingly appetizing. Ed had gone to the trouble of making her something special, something that she hadn't expected. She shook herself and leaned over the bowl, her nose twitching as she took in the scent of the food.
As she lowered her head for a bite, she realized that eating like a cat was more difficult than it looked. She had to tilt her head just right to get the food into her mouth without smearing it all over her face. The first few bites were messy, the juice from the tuna dripping down her chin and onto the floor. Ed chuckled, his eyes glinting with mischief.
Fay shot him a glare over her shoulder, but she continued to eat, the act feeling strangely... freeing. She didn't have to worry about manners or dignity. With each swipe of her tongue, she felt her human self slipping away from her consciousness.
Ed couldn't help but watch her, his eyes drawn to the pink, wet folds of her sex that were on full display. He felt his cock twitch at the sight, the urge to claim her fully as his pet almost overwhelming. But he knew he had to be patient, had to let her ease into her role. He took a sip of his beer, his eyes never leaving her cunt as she ate.
The way she lapped at the bowl, the way her tongue flicked out to catch every last morsel of food, was incredibly arousing. He had never seen Fay so uninhibited before, and it was driving him wild.
Fay finished her dinner, licking the bowl clean, and turned her attention to the water bowl. Cats lap up water with their tongues. She leaned down, her eyes flickered to Ed's face. She took a deep breath and dipped her tongue into the water and tried to lap it up.
At first, it was clumsy and she ended up with water all over her chin and chest. Ed couldn't help but chuckle at her efforts, his eyes never leaving her naked body. Fay's eyes narrowed with determination, and she tried again, this time more carefully. Her tongue darted in and out of the water, creating little ripples with each stroke. It was a slow, deliberate process, but she managed to drink without making too much of a mess.
When she was done, she sat back on her haunches. She looked up at Ed, who was watching her with a mix of amusement and desire. "Good kitty," he said, his voice a low purr. Without conscious thought, she found herself moving over to him, her tail swishing behind her. She rubbed her neck against his calf in a sudden show of affection. The fabric of his jeans coarse against her cheek. Ed chuckled, his hand dropping to pet her head, his fingers tangling in her hair.
Fay leaned into the touch, her eyes closing with pleasure. The simple act of receiving affection from Ed was already becoming addictive. She felt her body respond, her pussy tightening. But then, the sudden urge to pee hit her. Up to now she had put the litter box out of her mind, the one piece of pet paraphernalia that filled her with dread.
Fay closed her eyes and clenched her stomach, but she couldn't ignore the urgent pressure in her bladder. The thought of using the litter box in front of Ed was mortifying. She cast her gaze to where the uncovered litter box sat, the clean, white litter starkly contrasting with the dark tiles.
With a sigh, she padded over to it, trying to keep her dignity intact. She circled the box a few times, her tail flicking anxiously. Ed watched her with a smirk, enjoying the show. "Go on, kitty," he urged, his voice low and taunting. "You know you have to."
Fay glared at him, but the urge to relieve herself was too strong. She huffed, and with a look of disgust entered the litter box. Deliberately facing Ed she squatted down. The plastic edge of the litter box felt cold against her thighs as she tried to relax her muscles. With Ed's eyes burning into her, it was almost impossible to let go. She took a deep breath, trying to focus on anything but the pressure in her bladder.
As Fay finally felt the first trickle of urine fall from her, landing on the litter below, the scent of lavender filled the room. She mewled softly. The sound a mix of relief and embarrassment, as she finally released a stream of urine. Ed's face softened, as he saw something settle in Fay's posture, a further acceptance of her new role.
Once she had finished, Fay quickly left the litter box. Shaking her legs awkwardly, she looked at Ed, giving him a pleading gaze. Ed understood her silent request. Taking a tissue he began to tenderly wipe away the stray drops from her crotch. Fay flinched, but seeing no other options allowed him to clean her.
"Good girl," Ed praised, his voice laced with amusement and satisfaction. But Fay was in no mood for his patronizing tones. As his hand stroked her hair, she suddenly hissed at him, her eyes flashing with annoyance. He chuckled, unfazed by her display of indignation. She gracefully shook herself and padded away with as much dignity as she could muster. Her tail swaying along with her hips.
Ed shrugged and sat down on the couch, reaching for the TV remote. As he turned the TV on, he couldn't help but feel a sense of victory. He'd always known Fay had a wild side, but seeing her blend into this cat like behaviour was more thrilling than he had ever imagined.
Fay, still feeling the sting of embarrassment from having to use the litter box, took a moment to compose herself. She tried licking her paw but quickly got bored. She went to the couch and gracefully jumped up. Ed looked over, raising an eyebrow, and she stared back at him, her eyes challenging. He had to admit, her ability to slip into this role was surprisingly good, and it was clear she had no intention of letting him have all the fun.
With a sigh, Ed shifted over, making room for her. Fay took her place beside him, curling up, her tail around her. Her eyes immediately locked onto the television screen. The flickering images captured her attention, and she couldn't help but feel a bit like a real cat, lounging with her human.
Ed tentatively reached out his hand and began to stroke her hair, his touch gentle and soothing. Fay's eyes slid shut, and she couldn't help the soft purr that escaped her lips. The vibration of the sound seemed to resonate through her entire body, and she felt herself relaxing even further into his touch.
They sat there for a while, watching TV, their bodies next to each other. The warmth of Ed's hand on her head was comforting, and Fay found herself leaning into him. His strokes confident, his thumb occasionally playing with her collar. Feeling relaxed and a bit tired Fay yawned widely showing her teeth.
Ed, noticing her tiredness, decided it was time to bring the evening's play to a close. "Bedtime, kitty," he announced, turning off the TV with a decisive click. Fay looked up at him, her eyes bright. She got of the couch and padded to the hallway door, waiting for him to open it so she could follow him upstairs.
But instead, he gestured to the cat basket. "You're sleeping here," he said firmly. Fay's eyes showed disappointment. She had hoped to share his bed, to feel his arms around her in the night. With a dicontented mewl, she crawled into the basket, curling her tail around her. Ed watched her, his expression unreadable.
He turned out the lights and headed upstairs to bed, leaving Fay alone in the dark. The basket was surprisingly comfortable, but she longed for a real bed and Ed's warmth close to her. Ed didn't change his mind though. He didn't come down to invite her to bed. Fay sighed and drifted off to sleep, alone on her cat bed.
The next morning Fay heard Ed's footsteps coming down the stairs and sat up. She quickly padded to the door. As he opened the door she bolted between his legs and out of the living room. Her tail swishing behind her as she ran up the stairs. The collar jingled with each step she took.
Ed followed her with a grin. He found her sitting at the top of the stairs, looking back at him with a playful glint in her eye. When he started up the stairs she turned around and slipped into the bedroom.
When Ed reached the bedroom, Fay had leaped onto the bed and nestled into her favourite spot, his spot. She looked up at him with a smug expression, clearly enjoying him chasing after her. Ed couldn't help but chuckle at her daring look.
As he approached the bed, Fay rolled onto her back, her bare belly on full display. It was a move so cat-like, full of abandon, and incredibly alluring. She stretched her arms over her head, arching her back and exposing the pinkness of her pussy to him. Ed's hand reached out to caress her.
But before he could make contact, she hissed and swiped at his hand, her nails glinting in the soft morning light. It was a playful gesture, but the message was clear: she was in control, even as his pet. He pulled his hand back, a smirk playing on his lips. "Feisty little kitty," he murmured, his eyes sparkling with mirth.
Fay's watched him, her gaze unwavering. Ed knew she was enjoying the game as much as he was. He sat on the edge of the bed, his eyes never leaving her body. The collar around her neck made her look even more tempting. He leaned in, his breath hot against her skin as he whispered, "You know I own you, don't you?"
Her response was a lazy stretch, her arms reaching up to the headboard, her legs stretching out. Her breasts rose and fell with every breath, the pink tips of her nipples pointing straight at him. It was an invitation he couldn't resist. He reached out to caress her belly. Fay responded by catching his arm with her nails out, and even bit his finger threateningly.
Ed backed off, stood up and began to undress, his movements deliberate and slow. He watched Fay's eyes follow his every move, her pupils dilating with desire. His shirt came off first, revealing the sculpted planes of his chest and the tattoo that wrapped around his bicep. The muscles of his arms flexed as he pulled the fabric over his head, and Fay couldn't help but lick her lips.
He climbed onto the bed again. His bare skin warm against the coolness of the sheets. Fay rolled onto her side, facing him. He chuckled, knowing she was testing him. He scooted closer, his cock hard. He leaned over, carefully reaching out. His hand traced the curve of her hip and the dip of her waist. This time Fay let him touch her. His touch was light, feather-like, sending shivers down her spine.
Fay clearly enjoyed Ed caressing the outline of her body. But suddenly, having had enough of teasing him, Fay sprang to life, pushing Ed onto his back. He let out a grunt of surprise, his eyes wide with excitement. She straddled him, her knees on either side of his hips. Her expression was fierce, a look that made Ed's heart race.
Her nails, now claws, scratched lightly at his chest, leaving a trail of red marks. It was a clear challenge. Ed felt his cock pulse with excitement, pressing against the softness of her ass. Fay's eyes never left his, a silent dare in her gaze. Feeling his cock twitching at her bum, she shifted her hips, she raised her crotch and began to lower herself onto him. A mewl escaped Fay's lips as she felt him fill her.
Inch by inch, she took him in, her pussy stretching to accommodate his size. Fay kept looking into Ed's eyes as she let his entire length slide into her. When she had taken him all the way, she paused, savoring the feeling. Ed's hands gripped the bed sheets, his eyes locked onto hers as she began to rock her hips, setting a slow, sensual rhythm.
With each movement, she leaned down, her breasts swaying tantalizingly close to his chest. Finally, unable to resist, she brushed her nipples against him, the softness of her breasts teasing the hair that covered his chest. Ed let out a low growl, the sensation sending sparks of pleasure through his body. He reached up, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs flicking at the sensitive peaks.
It was too much for him to handle, the sight of her in control, the feeling of her wetness surrounding him. With a sudden burst of strength, he flipped them over, reversing their positions. Fay's eyes widened in surprise, her nails digging into his back as he pinned her to the bed. She let out a soft, startled mewl that only served to spike his arousal.
With one swift movement, Ed pulled almost out of her, and before she could react, he thrust back in, hard and deep. Fay's gasp turned into a mew as he began to fuck her with a ferocity she hadn't expected. His hips pounded into hers, the sound of their flesh slapping together echoing through the room.
Her nails dug into his skin, leaving red trails as she arched her back, her body responding instinctively to the rough treatment. Ed's eyes bore into hers, and she could see the raw hunger in them, the desire to claim her fully as his own. And she loved it. The feeling of being claimed, was more exhilarating than ever before.
With every thrust, she felt the tail plug in her ass shift, adding a new dimension to the pleasure. Her body was alive with sensation, each movement sending jolts of electricity through her core. She could feel her orgasm building, her muscles tightening around him as she got closer and closer to the edge.
Ed's eyes never left hers as he fucked her, his eyes on the collar around her neck. He liked that she was fighting for control, it only made the claiming more satisfying. He wanted her, all of her, mind, body and soul. The way she mewed and clawed at him only made him want to go deeper, harder. She was trapped under his body. He held her hips as he slammed into her, his cock hitting her deep.
Fay's body tensed, her eyes snapping open to meet his. She felt her orgasm crash over her, her pussy clenching around him as she came hard. With a growl Ed's cock exploded deep inside her, filling her with his hot seed. The sensation was overwhelming, a primal satisfaction that made her feel truly his for the first time.
Her body was a mess of pleasure, the warmth of his release mixing with her own juices. She panted, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her nails still digging into his skin. Ed didn't stop, his hips still moving in a slow, steady rhythm as he emptied himself into her. He watched her face, the ecstasy etched on her features as she rode out her climax.
Finally, with a grunt, he pulled out of her, his cock glistening with their combined fluids. Fay's legs fell open, her pussy red and swollen from his use. He couldn't resist the urge to reach down and touch her, to feel the warmth of her sex against his hand. His fingers traced the slick folds. With a smirk, Ed inserted a single finger into her, watching her face for any signs of discomfort. But as he pushed in deeper, Fay's eyes narrowed and she hissed softly, her teeth bared in a silent snarl. He chuckled, quickly withdrawing his finger.
Fay took a moment to compose herself, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. She stretched out and gave his chest a grateful rub with her cheek, the collar around her neck jingling softly with the movement. The tender gesture was a clear sign of her appreciation for the intense experience they had just shared.
Ed watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and hunger. He knew that Fay had never felt committed herself so. He leaned down to kiss her, the taste of her sweat and arousal still lingering on his lips. "Come on, kitty," he murmured, "time for breakfast."
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Ed's cat (M/F) - Pet play
Ed's cat (M/F) - Pet play
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Ed's Cat 2 - - -
Fay has agreed to act as if she is her boyfriend's cat for a week. Ed really treats her like a cat making her do as he wishes. Fay counters him by really behaving like a capricious feline. This morning Fay has sneaked into the bedroom. After teasing each other Ed and Fay had intense sex. But Ed keeps treating her as his cat.
Fay took a moment to compose herself, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. She stretched out and gave his chest a grateful rub with her cheek, the collar around her neck jingling softly with the movement. The tender gesture was a clear sign of her appreciation for the intense experience they had just shared.
Ed watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and hunger. He knew that Fay had never felt committed herself so. He leaned down to kiss her, the taste of her sweat and arousal still lingering on his lips. "Come on, kitty," he murmured, "time for breakfast."
Fay nodded and slid off the bed, the tail in her ass moving inside her. As she padded downstairs, she felt something wet and warm trickling down her legs. She stopped mid-step, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She looked back at Ed, who was already dressed and following her, a knowing smirk on his face.
Ed's strode over to her and took her chin in his hand. He tilted her head back to look into her eyes. "It's alright, kitty," he said soothingly. "It's part of being a good little pet."
Fay felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words. She didn't want to be seen as weak or inadequate. She took a deep breath and followed him to the kitchen, her tail still swishing behind her. Ed walked over to the fridge and took out a carton of milk, then opened a box of muesli. He didn't even look at her as he filled a small bowl with the cereal and added a dash of milk, placing it on the floor.
Hoping to get his attention, Fay began to rub her cheeks and her bum against his legs, purring softly. She could feel the stickiness of their combined juices on her skin, and she knew he could too. She looked up at him with a feline gaze, her eyes saying more than words ever could. Ed chuckled, clearly enjoying her predicament. "You're forgetting something, kitty," he said, his tone playfully stern. "Cats clean themselves with their tongue and paws."
Ed knelt down beside her, his hand reaching out to gently stroke her back. "Eat, my pet," he said, his voice firm but gentle. She knew better than to try to get her way. She lowered her head and began to nibble at the cereal, the cool milk a stark contrast to the stickiness between her legs. The crunch of the muesli mixed with the occasional slurp as she drank the milk from the bowl.
Ed sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone. Every so often, he'd glance up at her, his eyes lingering on her bare body, her breasts swaying as she ate.
As she licked the last of the milk from the bowl, she looked up at him hopefully. But Ed just returned to his phone, his fingers typing away. Fay felt a pang of disappointment, but also a strange thrill at being ignored. It was as if she truly was his pet, dependent on his whims for attention.
With a sigh, she gracefully stood up and strolled to her designated cat bed, her tail sticking up straight like a proud peacock. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked, the plug still snugly in place. She hopped in, sat down and opened her legs wide.
Fay looked over at Ed, who was now fully absorbed in his phone, seemingly oblivious to her plight. Resigning herself to the task at hand, she licked her palm to wet it. She brought her hand to the stickiness between her legs. Ed glanced up and raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he took in the sight of her. Summoning her feline grace, Fay began to rub her wet paw to get rid of the stickiness.
The taste of their combined fluids on her paw was surprisingly potent and she wrinkled her nose in slight disgust. But she persevered, she was a cat and sorely needed to be clean. Each pass of her tongue brought a new wave of sensation, the salty-sweetness of Ed's cum mixing with the faint metallic tang of her own arousal. She felt her body reacting again, a fresh wave of heat washing over her.
After cleansing herself, she looked up at Ed hopefully. But Ed payed her no heed. Fay felt a pang of disappointment, but also a strange thrill at being so ignored. It was as if she truly was his pet, dependent on his whims for attention.
She curled up on her cat bed, watching him with half-lidded eyes. Her tail flicked idly as she listened to the sound of his chair scraping against the floor, the occasional clink of his spoon on the mug. It was a strange feeling, being so close and yet so separate from him. It was hard not to purr and rub against his leg, to beg for his touch. She had to content herself with watching him, hoping he'd notice her.
When Ed finally stood up, Fay's heart raced. Was it time for more play? But instead, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. "I'll be back in a bit," he called over his shoulder. "Don't get into any trouble."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Fay in the quiet of the house. She felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. The past two days had been intense, filled with moments that pushed her boundaries and left her both exhilarated and exhausted. But now, she was alone.
Her tail swished in a lazy arc as she looked around the kitchen. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the tiles. The silence was almost deafening. With a yawn, she stretched, her body aching from the unfamiliar contortions of the cat bed. The tail in her anus slipped a bit, but she was getting used to it.
Fay pondered her options. She could go back upstairs and lounge on the bed, but that felt too human. As a pet, she was meant to stay in her designated spaces. Plus, the bed was Ed's domain. Her eyes landed on the litter box in the corner, and she shuddered. Using it was still a fresh embarrassment she didn't want to face.
Deciding that she had had enough of the litter box for one morning, she took a deep breath and padded over to the bathroom door. With a quick tug, she opened it and stepped inside, her bare feet cold on the tiles. She reached behind her, gently pulling the tail from her anus with a wince. The sensation was oddly satisfying, and she felt a strange sense of relief wash over her.
Fay carried the tail to the sink and began to clean the toy. It was a strange ritual, one that she never thought she'd perform, but here she was, carefully washing her pet tail as if it were a treasured possession. The sight of it made her cheeks flush, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her.
She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The collar around her neck and the pair of fluffy black cat ears on her head reflected back at her, a visual reminder of her role for the week. Fay's eyes traveled down her body, taking in the way the collar framed her neck, her nipples standing at attention as if begging to be played with. She felt a shiver of excitement run through her.
Once the tail was clean, she got to the toilet. As she relieved herself, she couldn't help but think a bit like a real cat. The thought of scratching at the toilet paper made her giggle. She finished and flushed. After washing her hands, she took a deep breath and dutifully started lubing up the tail before re-inserting it into herself.
The coldness of the lube was a stark contrast to the warmth of her body, but she managed to push it in without too much discomfort. She felt the tail plug slide into her anus, feeling it fill her up and make her feel like a proper pet again. She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the sensation.
Fay padded back to the living room and jumped onto the couch. She laid herself down comfortably and closed her eyes, willing herself to doze off, but the sun was too bright, the cushions too soft. Her mind raced with thoughts of their morning play, the way Ed had taken her, the way she had given in to her desires.
With a yawn, she opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was too quiet without him. She twisted restlessly then she sat up. The need to do something, anything, grew stronger by the minute. Since Ed wasn't around to play with, she had to find some other form of entertainment. Her thoughts drifted to her phone. Ed had put it away in his desk, part of the game to keep her in her pet role.
Fay slid off the couch and padded over to the desk, her tail swinging behind her. She opened the drawer and found her phone nestled among his paperwork. She picked it up gently, feeling a small thrill of rebellion. It had been two days since she'd last used it.
Her heart raced as she unlocked the screen. There were messages from Sue and Jess, both filled with questions about her sudden disappearance from social media. She had been too absorbed in her role as Ed's pet to even think about the outside world. She read their messages with a mix of guilt and excitement.
Swiftly, she typed out a response with trembling hands, her thumbs flying over the screen. "Hey girls, I'm okay," she wrote. "Ed and I are playing this... game. I'm his cat for a week. Can't use my phone much." She paused, biting her lip as she contemplated what to say next. "It's weird, but it's kind of amazing. Promise I'll tell you everything when it's over. Love you both."
With a deep breath, she hit send, feeling a weight lifted. She hoped they'd understand, or at least not worry too much. They had always known her for being adventurous in her relationships, and while this was certainly a new level, she trusted that her friends would support her.
Moments later, her phone buzzed with responses from both Sue and Jess. Questions flooded her notifications: "What do you mean, you're his cat?" "Are you okay?" "Is this consensual?" "How do you eat?" "Does he pet you ;~)?"
Fay felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment as she read through their messages. It was thrilling to have someone to share this wild experience with, but she wasn't quite ready to reveal all the details. Instead of replying, she set the phone down, her thoughts racing with the realization that her friends were curious and possibly even concerned.
Her eyes drifted to the collar around her neck. She reached up to touch it, the cold metal sending a shiver down her spine. The game had taken over her life in a way she had never anticipated, but she found she didn't want it to end. At least, not yet.
Her phone buzzed again, and she picked it up, eager to see what they had to say. "You've got to be kidding me," Jess had replied. "What's next? Will you be chasing after a laser pointer?"
Fay couldn't help but laugh. Despite the teasing, she felt a warmth spread through her at their concern. It was strange, feeling so connected to them while being so detached from her usual life. "It's all fun and games," she typed back. "And yes, I might chase a laser pointer if it's part of the deal."
Her phone vibrated again with a message from Sue, her words more serious. "Fay, are you sure this is what you want? You know we're here if you need anything." Fay took a moment to think. She felt really okay this, but was it? The collar, the tail, the bowls... It was all so overwhelming, yet she had never felt closer to Ed.
With a newfound sense of resolve, she sent a reply. "I'm good, I promise. Thanks for checking on me but now I really have to stop messaging. I'll try to get in touch again in a few days." Fay didn't want to caught using her phone, but she needed to satiate her curiosity. She turned her attention to the internet, typing in "pet play" and "cat play" into the search bar.
Her eyes widened as she scrolled through articles and blogs, realizing there was a whole world out there that shared her and Ed's newfound kink. There were forums full of advice and stories, and even a few videos that made her cheeks burn.
Fay's hand hovered over the screen as she clicked on one article titled "10 Cat Behaviors to Enhance Your Pet Play Experience." She was surprised at how much she was getting into this. The more she read, the more she realized that there was so much to learn about being a good pet. She had been playing it by ear so far, but if she was going to commit to this role, she wanted to do it right.
The article described different feline moods and behaviors, from the curious and playful to the angry and scared. Fay found herself nodding along, recognizing the way her own moods had shifted since she began the game. She had felt all of those emotions in the past few days, but now she had a new lens to understand them.
The sections on curiosity and playfulness were particularly intriguing. It suggested that cats often mimic human behaviors to get attention, and that they enjoyed playing with their owners. Fay realized that she had been doing the same, meowling and purring to get Ed to play with her. It was surprisingly effective, and she had never felt more connected to him.
But it was the concept of "cat space" that really caught her attention. It was described as a state of mind where human thoughts and worries disappeared, leaving only the instincts of a feline. That is when, combined with heightened sexual arousal and sensitivity, the lines between pleasure and pain blur. As she read on, Fay felt a warmth spread through her core. She had felt something like that morning, when as a cat she had tempted Ed to fuck her. Her eyes glazed over as she remembered the intense pleasure that had overtaken her, reducing her to a whimpering mess.
Suddenly, she snapped out of her daze, remembering Ed's rule about not using her phone. Panic set in as she realized how much time had passed. Quickly, she put her phone back in the drawer, making sure to place it in the exact same position as she had found it.
Fay sighed with relief and quickly padded to her cat bed. She layed down, her face portraying a cat like innocence.
Suddenly her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since their early morning escapade. Cats, she knew, didn't like to be hungry. They were clever creatures that knew how to get what they wanted, especially when it came to food. A plan began to form in her mind as she lay there, she imagined her tail flicking back and forth with anticipation.
Fay waited patiently for Ed's return, her eyes on the kitchen. When she heard the door open and his footsteps in the hall, she sprang into action. She rushed to the living room, and as Ed walked in, she began rubbing against his legs, mewing loudly. Her stomach rumbled dramatically, and she knew she played her part well.
Ed looked down at her with a bemused smile, bending to stroke her head. "What's the matter, kitty?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement. Fay mewed again, more insistently, her eyes wide and pleading. He chuckled, "Alright, I get it. You're hungry."
He walked to the kitchen, and Fay followed closely, her rubs against his legs growing more urgent. Just as he reached for the fridge, she darted in front of him, and Ed almost tripped over her. He stumbled, his hand shooting out to catch himself on the counter. "Careful, kitty," he chuckled, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Fay knew she had to be persistent. She darted around him, purring loudly, her tail held high and swaying with each movement. Ed chuckled, shaking his head, but the smile on his face told her she was getting through to him. "Alright, alright," he said, opening the fridge and pulling out a can of tuna. "Let's see what we can whip up for you."
He opened the can with a pop, and the scent of fish filled the room. Fay's nose twitched, and she mewed eagerly, her stomach growling in response. Ed chuckled again, opening a can of vegetables and mixing them with the tuna. He placed the bowl on the floor, stepping back to watch her.
Forgetting all her human dignity, Fay leaned in and licked at the tuna, her tongue curling around the chunks of fish and vegetables. Ed couldn't help but watch, his cock twitching at the sight of her acting so much like a cat. It was both adorable and incredibly erotic. He had never seen Fay like this, so completely devoted to a role. It was as if she had truly embraced the identity of his pet.
As she ate, her eyes darted to his. There was something in them, a mix of arousal and defiance that made his heart race. She was testing him, pushing the boundaries of their game. And with every bite she took, Ed felt his need for her grow stronger. He knew that the next phase of their role-play would be even more intense, and he was eager to explore it with her.
The sight of her on all fours, her ass in the air as she devoured her food, was too much to resist. He approached her slowly, his cock already hardening at the thought of taking her again. He reached out, stroking her back gently, feeling the muscles beneath her skin quiver. She arched her back but kept eating until she had finished every last morsel, licking the bowl clean.
Fay looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She knew what was coming next, and she was ready for it. She purred softly, her tail swishing from side to side. Ed leaned down, petted her and, with a bit of effort, picked her up. He carried her to the couch, and she could feel his heart beating fast, his excitement palpable.
Sitting down, he placed her on the couch next to him, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. With a slow, deliberate motion, Ed unzipped his fly, revealing his erection to her. Fay's eyes widened slightly, but she remained in character, her gaze drifting away to the TV screen, ignoring his hardness.
Ed chuckled, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "Look at what you've done to me, kitty," he said, his voice low and gruff with desire. But Fay didn't acknowledge him. She batted at an invisible fly, her eyes flicking over his body as if he was nothing more than a piece of furniture.
This was part of the game she had learned to love, the thrill of the chase. Ed was the one who had set the rules, but she had quickly discovered playing hard to get comes natural to a female cat. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he took a deep breath and leaned back, trying to regain his composure.
Fay stretched languidly, her body moving with the grace of a feline. Very invitingly, but just to tease him. She had no intention of giving in easily. Her eyes fixed on the moving images on the telly, feigning complete indifference to his arousal.
Ed's hand hovered over her breast, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she twitched her tail and began grooming herself, licking her paw and swiping it over her ear. Her indifference, the way she focused solely on herself, was maddening to Ed. His cock throbbed, wanting her attention.
With a sigh, Ed gave in and reached out to scratch her head. His hand brushed over her soft hair, stroking her from the top of her head to the base of her neck. Fay's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure, purring contentedly. But as his hand traveled down her body to her breasts, she suddenly hissed, her nails out, her eyes meeting his with a glare.
Ed's hand froze, hovering just above her breast. He knew that sound, the nails and the look, a clear warning to respect her boundaries. He pulled back his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like my little kitty is still in charge," he murmured.
Fay ignored his remark, focusing instead on the warmth of his hand stroking her head and neck. It felt soothing, almost like a gentle massage. After a moment she arched her back, pressing into his touch, a silent invitation for more. Ed took the hint, his hand moving in slow circles, tracing the curve of her spine to the base of her tail. She purred, her eyes drifting closed again.
But when she felt his hand move to her sex, her body tensed. He paused, his eyes searching hers for permission. Fay held his gaze, a challenge in her own. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him. With a flick of her tail, she receded to the other side of the couch and curled up, but keeping her eyes open on him.
Ed took the challenge, his hand moving to his own cock. He stroked it gently, his movements mirroring the way he would pet her. Fay watched him, her eyes half-lidded with desire. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at making him want her so badly that he couldn't resist touching himself.
As she watched him stroke himself, she felt her own arousal building. She wanted him, but she also enjoyed making him wait. When Ed's other hand reached for her again, she hissed a warning. Ed's hand hovered for a moment before he withdrew it. He took a deep breath and leaned back, his cock still in his hand, stroking it more firmly now.
Fay's eyes remained locked on him, watching his every move. She felt the heat building between her legs, the slickness growing with every pass of her thighs. She started purring softly. Ed took this as a good sign.
Suddenly his face lit up. He looked at her and with a grin he slid off the couch and walked back to the kitchen. His eyes found the empty tuna can on the counter, the remnants of the oil glistening. The smell of fish still strong. Ed dipped his fingers into the oil, feeling the slickness. He knew Fay loved the taste of it.
He strode back into the living room. Fay looked up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity as she watched him approach. He didn't say a word, just held out his oil-coated fingers. She took a tentative sniff, her eyes going wide at the smell. She meowed with interest. He chuckled and sat down on the couch.
Ed spread legs, his is cock still bobbing out of his pants. With a grin he rubbed a bit of tuna oil onto the head of his cock. Fay gasped and looked him in the face briefly. Clearly shocked by this perverted idea. But, being a cat, her eyes quickly returned to the motion of his hand on his dick. She licked her lips, the scent of the tuna in her nostrils. "Come here, kitty," he said, "have a taste."
Fay meowed and came closer, her eyes fixated on his lap. Tentatively she opened her mouth and licked the head of his cock, tasting the tuna oil. The taste was rich and salty. Fay licked again wholeheartedly. Ed shuddered as her tongue lapped over the head of his cock.
Finally acknowledging his need, Fay took Ed's cock into her mouth, privately enjoying his tuna prank enormously. She licked and sucked, her tongue gliding over the smooth skin as he groaned with pleasure. The salty flavor mixed with his musk was surprisingly intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly taking him in.
Ed's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. Her teeth scraped gently against the skin of his cock, the sensation making him groan. With each bob of her head, she could feel his grip tighten, his breath quicken. It was intoxicating, knowing that she held the key to his pleasure.
His eyes were half-closed, his mouth open in a silent moan. Fay purred around his cock. Ed's grip on her hair grew stronger, his hips bucking slightly as she found his rhythm. She felt Ed's hand slide down her body, slipping between her thighs absent mindedly. She took a deep breath, and kept focusing on the task at hand.
With renewed vigor she pushed herself further, taking his entire length into her throat. Ed's eyes shot open, and he gasped, his hand seeking her neck. Fay's eyes watered, but she kept going, her throat convulsing around his cock. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.
For a moment, she felt like she couldn't breathe, her throat constricting around him. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she focused on her breathing, her body moving with the rhythm of his hips as she took him in. Blinking back the tears, she kept sucking. Her own need grew, her pussy throbbing with the desire to be touched in the same way.
Ed's eyes glazed over with lust as she worked his cock deeper into her throat. Fay's moans were muffled, the sound of her gagging mixing with her purrs. She felt like she was in a haze, a world where nothing else existed but the feel of him inside her.
Her thoughts drifted to the articles she had read earlier about cats. She imagined herself as a sleek feline, her tongue wrapping around his cock, taking him in like a cat licking a bowl of cream. In the haze of their play, the idea of lapping up milk while deep-throating him was incredibly erotic.
Ed gripped her collar, holding her in place. Fay's eyes went wide, but she didn't fight him. Instead, she felt a thrill run through her at his display of dominance. She lost herself in the moment, her thoughts a blur of pleasure and submission. She was his pet, serving him in the most intimate way possible.
The world around her grew fuzzy, and she felt her human thoughts slip away, leaving only the instinctual desires of a cat. With every gag and moan, she could feel herself slipping deeper, her inhibitions falling away.
Suddenly, Ed's hand on her neck tightened, his hips bucked upwards, and she felt the hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. She didn't flinch, instead she fully surrendered. When he finally released her, she sat back on her haunches, coughing slightly and licking her lips.
Ed looked at her with a mix of awe and shock. He hadn't expected to take it so far, or her completely giving in to him. He had taken advantage of the moment. Her eyes were still watering from his deep throat penetration. But she was absently smiling. His heart melted for his cat girl. He couldn't believe she had given so much of herself to him.
Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her form. Fay felt his warmth, his musky scent, and the sticky residue of their play on her face. She melted into his arms, purring contentedly.
Fay has agreed to act as if she is her boyfriend's cat for a week. Ed really treats her like a cat making her do as he wishes. Fay counters him by really behaving like a capricious feline. This morning Fay has sneaked into the bedroom. After teasing each other Ed and Fay had intense sex. But Ed keeps treating her as his cat.
Fay took a moment to compose herself, her eyes still glazed with satisfaction. She stretched out and gave his chest a grateful rub with her cheek, the collar around her neck jingling softly with the movement. The tender gesture was a clear sign of her appreciation for the intense experience they had just shared.
Ed watched her, his eyes filled with a mix of pride and hunger. He knew that Fay had never felt committed herself so. He leaned down to kiss her, the taste of her sweat and arousal still lingering on his lips. "Come on, kitty," he murmured, "time for breakfast."
Fay nodded and slid off the bed, the tail in her ass moving inside her. As she padded downstairs, she felt something wet and warm trickling down her legs. She stopped mid-step, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment. She looked back at Ed, who was already dressed and following her, a knowing smirk on his face.
Ed's strode over to her and took her chin in his hand. He tilted her head back to look into her eyes. "It's alright, kitty," he said soothingly. "It's part of being a good little pet."
Fay felt a strange mix of embarrassment and arousal at his words. She didn't want to be seen as weak or inadequate. She took a deep breath and followed him to the kitchen, her tail still swishing behind her. Ed walked over to the fridge and took out a carton of milk, then opened a box of muesli. He didn't even look at her as he filled a small bowl with the cereal and added a dash of milk, placing it on the floor.
Hoping to get his attention, Fay began to rub her cheeks and her bum against his legs, purring softly. She could feel the stickiness of their combined juices on her skin, and she knew he could too. She looked up at him with a feline gaze, her eyes saying more than words ever could. Ed chuckled, clearly enjoying her predicament. "You're forgetting something, kitty," he said, his tone playfully stern. "Cats clean themselves with their tongue and paws."
Ed knelt down beside her, his hand reaching out to gently stroke her back. "Eat, my pet," he said, his voice firm but gentle. She knew better than to try to get her way. She lowered her head and began to nibble at the cereal, the cool milk a stark contrast to the stickiness between her legs. The crunch of the muesli mixed with the occasional slurp as she drank the milk from the bowl.
Ed sat at the kitchen table, sipping his coffee and scrolling through his phone. Every so often, he'd glance up at her, his eyes lingering on her bare body, her breasts swaying as she ate.
As she licked the last of the milk from the bowl, she looked up at him hopefully. But Ed just returned to his phone, his fingers typing away. Fay felt a pang of disappointment, but also a strange thrill at being ignored. It was as if she truly was his pet, dependent on his whims for attention.
With a sigh, she gracefully stood up and strolled to her designated cat bed, her tail sticking up straight like a proud peacock. Her hips swayed from side to side as she walked, the plug still snugly in place. She hopped in, sat down and opened her legs wide.
Fay looked over at Ed, who was now fully absorbed in his phone, seemingly oblivious to her plight. Resigning herself to the task at hand, she licked her palm to wet it. She brought her hand to the stickiness between her legs. Ed glanced up and raised an eyebrow, his smirk widening as he took in the sight of her. Summoning her feline grace, Fay began to rub her wet paw to get rid of the stickiness.
The taste of their combined fluids on her paw was surprisingly potent and she wrinkled her nose in slight disgust. But she persevered, she was a cat and sorely needed to be clean. Each pass of her tongue brought a new wave of sensation, the salty-sweetness of Ed's cum mixing with the faint metallic tang of her own arousal. She felt her body reacting again, a fresh wave of heat washing over her.
After cleansing herself, she looked up at Ed hopefully. But Ed payed her no heed. Fay felt a pang of disappointment, but also a strange thrill at being so ignored. It was as if she truly was his pet, dependent on his whims for attention.
She curled up on her cat bed, watching him with half-lidded eyes. Her tail flicked idly as she listened to the sound of his chair scraping against the floor, the occasional clink of his spoon on the mug. It was a strange feeling, being so close and yet so separate from him. It was hard not to purr and rub against his leg, to beg for his touch. She had to content herself with watching him, hoping he'd notice her.
When Ed finally stood up, Fay's heart raced. Was it time for more play? But instead, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. "I'll be back in a bit," he called over his shoulder. "Don't get into any trouble."
The door clicked shut behind him, leaving Fay in the quiet of the house. She felt a strange mix of relief and anxiety. The past two days had been intense, filled with moments that pushed her boundaries and left her both exhilarated and exhausted. But now, she was alone.
Her tail swished in a lazy arc as she looked around the kitchen. The sunlight streamed through the window, casting a warm glow over the tiles. The silence was almost deafening. With a yawn, she stretched, her body aching from the unfamiliar contortions of the cat bed. The tail in her anus slipped a bit, but she was getting used to it.
Fay pondered her options. She could go back upstairs and lounge on the bed, but that felt too human. As a pet, she was meant to stay in her designated spaces. Plus, the bed was Ed's domain. Her eyes landed on the litter box in the corner, and she shuddered. Using it was still a fresh embarrassment she didn't want to face.
Deciding that she had had enough of the litter box for one morning, she took a deep breath and padded over to the bathroom door. With a quick tug, she opened it and stepped inside, her bare feet cold on the tiles. She reached behind her, gently pulling the tail from her anus with a wince. The sensation was oddly satisfying, and she felt a strange sense of relief wash over her.
Fay carried the tail to the sink and began to clean the toy. It was a strange ritual, one that she never thought she'd perform, but here she was, carefully washing her pet tail as if it were a treasured possession. The sight of it made her cheeks flush, but she couldn't deny the thrill that shot through her.
She looked at herself in the bathroom mirror. The collar around her neck and the pair of fluffy black cat ears on her head reflected back at her, a visual reminder of her role for the week. Fay's eyes traveled down her body, taking in the way the collar framed her neck, her nipples standing at attention as if begging to be played with. She felt a shiver of excitement run through her.
Once the tail was clean, she got to the toilet. As she relieved herself, she couldn't help but think a bit like a real cat. The thought of scratching at the toilet paper made her giggle. She finished and flushed. After washing her hands, she took a deep breath and dutifully started lubing up the tail before re-inserting it into herself.
The coldness of the lube was a stark contrast to the warmth of her body, but she managed to push it in without too much discomfort. She felt the tail plug slide into her anus, feeling it fill her up and make her feel like a proper pet again. She let out a soft sigh, her body relaxing into the sensation.
Fay padded back to the living room and jumped onto the couch. She laid herself down comfortably and closed her eyes, willing herself to doze off, but the sun was too bright, the cushions too soft. Her mind raced with thoughts of their morning play, the way Ed had taken her, the way she had given in to her desires.
With a yawn, she opened her eyes and looked around the room. It was too quiet without him. She twisted restlessly then she sat up. The need to do something, anything, grew stronger by the minute. Since Ed wasn't around to play with, she had to find some other form of entertainment. Her thoughts drifted to her phone. Ed had put it away in his desk, part of the game to keep her in her pet role.
Fay slid off the couch and padded over to the desk, her tail swinging behind her. She opened the drawer and found her phone nestled among his paperwork. She picked it up gently, feeling a small thrill of rebellion. It had been two days since she'd last used it.
Her heart raced as she unlocked the screen. There were messages from Sue and Jess, both filled with questions about her sudden disappearance from social media. She had been too absorbed in her role as Ed's pet to even think about the outside world. She read their messages with a mix of guilt and excitement.
Swiftly, she typed out a response with trembling hands, her thumbs flying over the screen. "Hey girls, I'm okay," she wrote. "Ed and I are playing this... game. I'm his cat for a week. Can't use my phone much." She paused, biting her lip as she contemplated what to say next. "It's weird, but it's kind of amazing. Promise I'll tell you everything when it's over. Love you both."
With a deep breath, she hit send, feeling a weight lifted. She hoped they'd understand, or at least not worry too much. They had always known her for being adventurous in her relationships, and while this was certainly a new level, she trusted that her friends would support her.
Moments later, her phone buzzed with responses from both Sue and Jess. Questions flooded her notifications: "What do you mean, you're his cat?" "Are you okay?" "Is this consensual?" "How do you eat?" "Does he pet you ;~)?"
Fay felt a mix of excitement and embarrassment as she read through their messages. It was thrilling to have someone to share this wild experience with, but she wasn't quite ready to reveal all the details. Instead of replying, she set the phone down, her thoughts racing with the realization that her friends were curious and possibly even concerned.
Her eyes drifted to the collar around her neck. She reached up to touch it, the cold metal sending a shiver down her spine. The game had taken over her life in a way she had never anticipated, but she found she didn't want it to end. At least, not yet.
Her phone buzzed again, and she picked it up, eager to see what they had to say. "You've got to be kidding me," Jess had replied. "What's next? Will you be chasing after a laser pointer?"
Fay couldn't help but laugh. Despite the teasing, she felt a warmth spread through her at their concern. It was strange, feeling so connected to them while being so detached from her usual life. "It's all fun and games," she typed back. "And yes, I might chase a laser pointer if it's part of the deal."
Her phone vibrated again with a message from Sue, her words more serious. "Fay, are you sure this is what you want? You know we're here if you need anything." Fay took a moment to think. She felt really okay this, but was it? The collar, the tail, the bowls... It was all so overwhelming, yet she had never felt closer to Ed.
With a newfound sense of resolve, she sent a reply. "I'm good, I promise. Thanks for checking on me but now I really have to stop messaging. I'll try to get in touch again in a few days." Fay didn't want to caught using her phone, but she needed to satiate her curiosity. She turned her attention to the internet, typing in "pet play" and "cat play" into the search bar.
Her eyes widened as she scrolled through articles and blogs, realizing there was a whole world out there that shared her and Ed's newfound kink. There were forums full of advice and stories, and even a few videos that made her cheeks burn.
Fay's hand hovered over the screen as she clicked on one article titled "10 Cat Behaviors to Enhance Your Pet Play Experience." She was surprised at how much she was getting into this. The more she read, the more she realized that there was so much to learn about being a good pet. She had been playing it by ear so far, but if she was going to commit to this role, she wanted to do it right.
The article described different feline moods and behaviors, from the curious and playful to the angry and scared. Fay found herself nodding along, recognizing the way her own moods had shifted since she began the game. She had felt all of those emotions in the past few days, but now she had a new lens to understand them.
The sections on curiosity and playfulness were particularly intriguing. It suggested that cats often mimic human behaviors to get attention, and that they enjoyed playing with their owners. Fay realized that she had been doing the same, meowling and purring to get Ed to play with her. It was surprisingly effective, and she had never felt more connected to him.
But it was the concept of "cat space" that really caught her attention. It was described as a state of mind where human thoughts and worries disappeared, leaving only the instincts of a feline. That is when, combined with heightened sexual arousal and sensitivity, the lines between pleasure and pain blur. As she read on, Fay felt a warmth spread through her core. She had felt something like that morning, when as a cat she had tempted Ed to fuck her. Her eyes glazed over as she remembered the intense pleasure that had overtaken her, reducing her to a whimpering mess.
Suddenly, she snapped out of her daze, remembering Ed's rule about not using her phone. Panic set in as she realized how much time had passed. Quickly, she put her phone back in the drawer, making sure to place it in the exact same position as she had found it.
Fay sighed with relief and quickly padded to her cat bed. She layed down, her face portraying a cat like innocence.
Suddenly her stomach growled, reminding her that she hadn't eaten since their early morning escapade. Cats, she knew, didn't like to be hungry. They were clever creatures that knew how to get what they wanted, especially when it came to food. A plan began to form in her mind as she lay there, she imagined her tail flicking back and forth with anticipation.
Fay waited patiently for Ed's return, her eyes on the kitchen. When she heard the door open and his footsteps in the hall, she sprang into action. She rushed to the living room, and as Ed walked in, she began rubbing against his legs, mewing loudly. Her stomach rumbled dramatically, and she knew she played her part well.
Ed looked down at her with a bemused smile, bending to stroke her head. "What's the matter, kitty?" he asked, his voice filled with amusement. Fay mewed again, more insistently, her eyes wide and pleading. He chuckled, "Alright, I get it. You're hungry."
He walked to the kitchen, and Fay followed closely, her rubs against his legs growing more urgent. Just as he reached for the fridge, she darted in front of him, and Ed almost tripped over her. He stumbled, his hand shooting out to catch himself on the counter. "Careful, kitty," he chuckled, a hint of annoyance in his voice.
Fay knew she had to be persistent. She darted around him, purring loudly, her tail held high and swaying with each movement. Ed chuckled, shaking his head, but the smile on his face told her she was getting through to him. "Alright, alright," he said, opening the fridge and pulling out a can of tuna. "Let's see what we can whip up for you."
He opened the can with a pop, and the scent of fish filled the room. Fay's nose twitched, and she mewed eagerly, her stomach growling in response. Ed chuckled again, opening a can of vegetables and mixing them with the tuna. He placed the bowl on the floor, stepping back to watch her.
Forgetting all her human dignity, Fay leaned in and licked at the tuna, her tongue curling around the chunks of fish and vegetables. Ed couldn't help but watch, his cock twitching at the sight of her acting so much like a cat. It was both adorable and incredibly erotic. He had never seen Fay like this, so completely devoted to a role. It was as if she had truly embraced the identity of his pet.
As she ate, her eyes darted to his. There was something in them, a mix of arousal and defiance that made his heart race. She was testing him, pushing the boundaries of their game. And with every bite she took, Ed felt his need for her grow stronger. He knew that the next phase of their role-play would be even more intense, and he was eager to explore it with her.
The sight of her on all fours, her ass in the air as she devoured her food, was too much to resist. He approached her slowly, his cock already hardening at the thought of taking her again. He reached out, stroking her back gently, feeling the muscles beneath her skin quiver. She arched her back but kept eating until she had finished every last morsel, licking the bowl clean.
Fay looked up at him through her lashes, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She knew what was coming next, and she was ready for it. She purred softly, her tail swishing from side to side. Ed leaned down, petted her and, with a bit of effort, picked her up. He carried her to the couch, and she could feel his heart beating fast, his excitement palpable.
Sitting down, he placed her on the couch next to him, his cock straining against the fabric of his pants. With a slow, deliberate motion, Ed unzipped his fly, revealing his erection to her. Fay's eyes widened slightly, but she remained in character, her gaze drifting away to the TV screen, ignoring his hardness.
Ed chuckled, stroking her cheek with the back of his hand. "Look at what you've done to me, kitty," he said, his voice low and gruff with desire. But Fay didn't acknowledge him. She batted at an invisible fly, her eyes flicking over his body as if he was nothing more than a piece of furniture.
This was part of the game she had learned to love, the thrill of the chase. Ed was the one who had set the rules, but she had quickly discovered playing hard to get comes natural to a female cat. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as he took a deep breath and leaned back, trying to regain his composure.
Fay stretched languidly, her body moving with the grace of a feline. Very invitingly, but just to tease him. She had no intention of giving in easily. Her eyes fixed on the moving images on the telly, feigning complete indifference to his arousal.
Ed's hand hovered over her breast, but she didn't flinch. Instead, she twitched her tail and began grooming herself, licking her paw and swiping it over her ear. Her indifference, the way she focused solely on herself, was maddening to Ed. His cock throbbed, wanting her attention.
With a sigh, Ed gave in and reached out to scratch her head. His hand brushed over her soft hair, stroking her from the top of her head to the base of her neck. Fay's eyes fluttered closed in pleasure, purring contentedly. But as his hand traveled down her body to her breasts, she suddenly hissed, her nails out, her eyes meeting his with a glare.
Ed's hand froze, hovering just above her breast. He knew that sound, the nails and the look, a clear warning to respect her boundaries. He pulled back his hand, a smirk playing on his lips. "Looks like my little kitty is still in charge," he murmured.
Fay ignored his remark, focusing instead on the warmth of his hand stroking her head and neck. It felt soothing, almost like a gentle massage. After a moment she arched her back, pressing into his touch, a silent invitation for more. Ed took the hint, his hand moving in slow circles, tracing the curve of her spine to the base of her tail. She purred, her eyes drifting closed again.
But when she felt his hand move to her sex, her body tensed. He paused, his eyes searching hers for permission. Fay held his gaze, a challenge in her own. She knew what he wanted, but she wasn't going to make it easy for him. With a flick of her tail, she receded to the other side of the couch and curled up, but keeping her eyes open on him.
Ed took the challenge, his hand moving to his own cock. He stroked it gently, his movements mirroring the way he would pet her. Fay watched him, her eyes half-lidded with desire. She couldn't help but feel a thrill at making him want her so badly that he couldn't resist touching himself.
As she watched him stroke himself, she felt her own arousal building. She wanted him, but she also enjoyed making him wait. When Ed's other hand reached for her again, she hissed a warning. Ed's hand hovered for a moment before he withdrew it. He took a deep breath and leaned back, his cock still in his hand, stroking it more firmly now.
Fay's eyes remained locked on him, watching his every move. She felt the heat building between her legs, the slickness growing with every pass of her thighs. She started purring softly. Ed took this as a good sign.
Suddenly his face lit up. He looked at her and with a grin he slid off the couch and walked back to the kitchen. His eyes found the empty tuna can on the counter, the remnants of the oil glistening. The smell of fish still strong. Ed dipped his fingers into the oil, feeling the slickness. He knew Fay loved the taste of it.
He strode back into the living room. Fay looked up at him, her eyes filled with curiosity as she watched him approach. He didn't say a word, just held out his oil-coated fingers. She took a tentative sniff, her eyes going wide at the smell. She meowed with interest. He chuckled and sat down on the couch.
Ed spread legs, his is cock still bobbing out of his pants. With a grin he rubbed a bit of tuna oil onto the head of his cock. Fay gasped and looked him in the face briefly. Clearly shocked by this perverted idea. But, being a cat, her eyes quickly returned to the motion of his hand on his dick. She licked her lips, the scent of the tuna in her nostrils. "Come here, kitty," he said, "have a taste."
Fay meowed and came closer, her eyes fixated on his lap. Tentatively she opened her mouth and licked the head of his cock, tasting the tuna oil. The taste was rich and salty. Fay licked again wholeheartedly. Ed shuddered as her tongue lapped over the head of his cock.
Finally acknowledging his need, Fay took Ed's cock into her mouth, privately enjoying his tuna prank enormously. She licked and sucked, her tongue gliding over the smooth skin as he groaned with pleasure. The salty flavor mixed with his musk was surprisingly intoxicating, and she found herself eagerly taking him in.
Ed's hand tangled in her hair, guiding her movements as she took him deeper. Her teeth scraped gently against the skin of his cock, the sensation making him groan. With each bob of her head, she could feel his grip tighten, his breath quicken. It was intoxicating, knowing that she held the key to his pleasure.
His eyes were half-closed, his mouth open in a silent moan. Fay purred around his cock. Ed's grip on her hair grew stronger, his hips bucking slightly as she found his rhythm. She felt Ed's hand slide down her body, slipping between her thighs absent mindedly. She took a deep breath, and kept focusing on the task at hand.
With renewed vigor she pushed herself further, taking his entire length into her throat. Ed's eyes shot open, and he gasped, his hand seeking her neck. Fay's eyes watered, but she kept going, her throat convulsing around his cock. It was a heady feeling, one that made her feel both powerful and vulnerable at the same time.
For a moment, she felt like she couldn't breathe, her throat constricting around him. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she focused on her breathing, her body moving with the rhythm of his hips as she took him in. Blinking back the tears, she kept sucking. Her own need grew, her pussy throbbing with the desire to be touched in the same way.
Ed's eyes glazed over with lust as she worked his cock deeper into her throat. Fay's moans were muffled, the sound of her gagging mixing with her purrs. She felt like she was in a haze, a world where nothing else existed but the feel of him inside her.
Her thoughts drifted to the articles she had read earlier about cats. She imagined herself as a sleek feline, her tongue wrapping around his cock, taking him in like a cat licking a bowl of cream. In the haze of their play, the idea of lapping up milk while deep-throating him was incredibly erotic.
Ed gripped her collar, holding her in place. Fay's eyes went wide, but she didn't fight him. Instead, she felt a thrill run through her at his display of dominance. She lost herself in the moment, her thoughts a blur of pleasure and submission. She was his pet, serving him in the most intimate way possible.
The world around her grew fuzzy, and she felt her human thoughts slip away, leaving only the instinctual desires of a cat. With every gag and moan, she could feel herself slipping deeper, her inhibitions falling away.
Suddenly, Ed's hand on her neck tightened, his hips bucked upwards, and she felt the hot spurt of his cum hit the back of her throat. She didn't flinch, instead she fully surrendered. When he finally released her, she sat back on her haunches, coughing slightly and licking her lips.
Ed looked at her with a mix of awe and shock. He hadn't expected to take it so far, or her completely giving in to him. He had taken advantage of the moment. Her eyes were still watering from his deep throat penetration. But she was absently smiling. His heart melted for his cat girl. He couldn't believe she had given so much of herself to him.
Without thinking, he reached out and pulled her into a tight embrace, his arms wrapping around her form. Fay felt his warmth, his musky scent, and the sticky residue of their play on her face. She melted into his arms, purring contentedly.
Again: good one. However, you should remember to add in this case: (M/F).
Don't see how to do that. Any tips?
Ed's cat 3 - - - (M/F)
Fay lay sprawled on the couch. Her eyes were glazed, and she felt a sense of accomplishment in the aftermath of her intense oral service. The taste of his cum lingered on her tongue. Ed looked at her with a satisfied smirk, his hand still tangled in her hair. "You really are the best little cat," he murmured. He was clearly ready to call it a night. "Looks like we're both wiped out," he murmured, his voice a gruff caress. He eyed Fay with a hint of amusement. "I think my little kitty has earned some time on the big bed."
Fay blinked up at him, she enjoyed the warmth of his hand as he petted her, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before slipping down to caress her neck where her collar sat snugly. He leaned in closer, his breath hot in her ear. "But first," he whispered, his voice taking on a sterner edge, "you should use your litterbox first."
With a small nod of understanding, she slithered off the couch, her tail trailing behind her. Ed watched her padding over to the litterbox on hands and knees. She squatted in the cat liter, feeling the soft grains under her. She suppressed thinking on the depraved nature of her act, focusing instead on relieving herself. No matter how much she didn't want to do this, she wanted to play along. She felt his gaze on her as she began to pee. The warmth spread between her legs, the sound of the liquid hitting the litter adding to the perversity of the moment. To keep some dignity she did it as cat-like as possible, meowing softly and pretending to cover her urine with the litter. Once done, she looked up at him, expecting his praise. Instead, Ed frowned and took a tissue, gently brushing the stray litter from her crotch and feet. The sensation of his touch made her quiver. She felt vulnerable, exposed. He was her owner and she was his pet, his to feed and to clean. He opened the living room door and called her to come with him.
Fay followed Ed to the bedroom, her movements more and more feline. Her cat ears stood up on her head. With a somewhat graceful leap, Fay got onto the soft mattress of Ed's bed. The bedroom was dimly lit, casting shadows across the large room. She curled up at the foot of the bed, watching him as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water and his movements beyond the door made her think. What would come next in this twisted game of theirs? It was clear she would not get a shower tonight.
When Ed emerged, his skin gleaming with freshness from his shower, Fay couldn't help but make a purr rumble in her chest. He slid into bed, the coolness of his skin warming almost instantly as he settled under the covers. He glanced down at her, a question in his eyes. "Kitty, you might get cold," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "You should come here." He pulled back the blankets, revealing his bare chest and the dark trail of hair leading down to his waist. With as much feline grace as she could muster, Fay got over and curled up beside him, her body fitting against his as if she were made for this. She wrapped her tail around her body and tucked her head under her arm, purring softly. Ed's arms encircled her, his hand stroking her bare back idly. His cock was already stiffening against her thigh, but she ignored it, her eyes half-closed in contentment.
For a while, they lay there in silence, the only sound the occasional purr she let slip from her lips. Then, she began to knead his chest with her fingers, her nails lightly scoring his skin. Ed's eyes shot open, his breath catching in his throat. This was new. He'd never felt her to be so... assertive. But instead of pushing her away, he found his arousal spiking even higher. He watched her, his chest rising and falling with his shallow breaths. Suddenly, Fay's nails stilled and she looked him in the eyes. "Meow?" she purred questioningly, her voice low and sultry. Ed felt a thrill run through him as she began to lick at his neck, her tongue not so rough but very wet. He grunted, his hands moving to grip her hips, pulling her closer.
"What's the matter, kitty?" he murmured, his voice strained. Fay's only response was to nip at his earlobe, her teeth sharp and playful. She slithered up his body, her breasts brushing against his chest as she went. When she reached his face, she rubbed her cheek against his, the gesture eerily similar to a cat marking its territory. Then, she was kissing him, her tongue darting out to taste him. It was an animalistic kiss, filled with passion and a hint of something wild. Ed's cock throbbed against her stomach, demanding attention. She broke away from the kiss with a smirk, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She turned around and pushed her butt against his hips.
"Meow?" she purred again, a mischievous note in her voice. Ed took the hint and got on his knees. The sight of her on all fours, tail sticking up from her butt, was too much to resist. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, aligning his hardness with her wetness. He didn't bother with foreplay; she was already slick with want. With one firm thrust, he pushed into her, making her gasp and arch her back. She didn't protest; instead, she pushed back into him, her purrs growing louder. He fucked her like he owned her, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove in and out. Her nails dug into the bedspread. Her tail hung to the side, swinging back and forth in time with their rhythm, the plug in her ass heightening the waves of pleasure that ran through her core.
With a growl of need Ed pushed her down onto the mattress, her breasts and belly flat against the bed. His weight on her ass pushed the tail plug deeper inside her, and she let out a low moan that was more feline than human. The feel of him claiming her like this, so raw and primal, was a heady aphrodisiac that had her purring. With each trust, Fay's cunt was pushed deep into the mattress. She could feel the fabric of the bedspread rubbing against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. Her purrs grew louder, turning into needy mewls. Ed's cock stretching her, pumping in and out of her like a well-oiled piston. She was trapped, a delicious sandwich of flesh and fabric, with Ed's solid form pressing her down into the softness beneath.
The friction was maddening, a dance of pleasure and pain that she never knew she craved. His cock slid in and out of her, the cat tail moving in tandem, stretching her in a way that made her feel so utterly, deliciously filled. She could feel her inner walls clench around him, her body begging for release. Her moans grew louder, turning into a crescendo of pleasure as she felt the orgasm crash over her. Her body tightened around him, her cunt rippling in waves of ecstasy. With a roar of pleasure, Ed slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her. Fay's pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop as he rode out his orgasm.
Panting, Ed pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard. He leaned over her, planting a gentle kiss on her neck. "Love you, Kitty," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Fay felt a warm glow spread through her chest at the praise. She turned her head, her nose nuzzling against his, a soft meow escaping her lips. Exhausted from their play, Fay curled into a tight ball beside him with her tail wrapped around her. Ed pulled the covers over them both, tucking her in close to his side. He stroked her back in long, soothing strokes, his hand moving down to squeeze her ass. She purred contentedly, pressing herself closer to him. Her head rested on the pillow, her eyes drifting shut. The warmth of his body seeped into hers, and she felt a warm sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time.
The next morning, Ed was the first to stir. He kissed the top of her head and slid out of bed. She felt the coldness of the room hit her, and she stretched, her body still feeling deliciously used and satisfied. The sound of his bare feet padding out of the room made her yawn. She heard the kitchen come to life, the clanging of pans and the sizzle of something on the stove. It smelled heavenly, but it probabely wasn't cat food that was cooking.
Fay had waited for this moment and slipped out of bed. She had held it for a while, not wanting to break the spell by using the toilet. Now, she couldn't wait any longer. She slinked into the bathroom, her tail swishing behind her. She sat on the cold porcelain, feeling the relief of being able to pee like a human. She cleaned herself up and got to the washbasin, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The cat ears on her head and the collar around her neck made her smirk. She splashed water on her face and washed the stickiness from her chin.
The smell of cooking grew stronger, and her stomach growled. She padded into the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles. Ed was at the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his firm ass. She watched the muscles in his back flex as he stirred something in a pan. He hadn't noticed her yet, so she took the opportunity to sneak closer. She hopped onto the counter, her tail curling around her.
Looking at the food that was cooking, Fay licked her lips, her mouth watering. It was a simple omelette, but it smelled heavenly. Ed glanced aside, catching her eye. He smirked, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Breakfast for my kitty," he said, sliding the omelette on a plate and putting it down on the kitchen floor. Fay jumped from the counter and got on all fours to eat. She loved Ed for making her a nice breakfast even as she was his cat. It showed he really cared for her deeply.
The rest of the morning passed quietly as Ed went about his usual housekeeping chores. Fay lay on her cat bed, her eyes half-closed, watching him. She felt a strange mix of comfort and amusement as he moved between the living room and the kitchen. There was something soothing about observing human life from the perspective of a cat. She watched as Ed swept the floor, her eyes tracking his every movement with a lazy interest.
Suddenly, the serenity of their domestic scene was shattered by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Fay bolted to her feet, her heart racing. She did not want be seen in her current state by anyone from outside. With a frantic meow, she dashed behind the couch. Her thoughts raced. Who could be at the door? Could she have been seen from outside?
Ed looked at her with a smirk before striding to the door. She could hear the murmur of female voices, and her heart sank. She recognized the voices of Sue and Jess, her closest friends. She had told them she was Ed's cat for the week. She hadn't anticipated them dropping by unannounced. Fay's mind raced, crouching low behind the couch.
Fay lay sprawled on the couch. Her eyes were glazed, and she felt a sense of accomplishment in the aftermath of her intense oral service. The taste of his cum lingered on her tongue. Ed looked at her with a satisfied smirk, his hand still tangled in her hair. "You really are the best little cat," he murmured. He was clearly ready to call it a night. "Looks like we're both wiped out," he murmured, his voice a gruff caress. He eyed Fay with a hint of amusement. "I think my little kitty has earned some time on the big bed."
Fay blinked up at him, she enjoyed the warmth of his hand as he petted her, his thumb tracing the line of her jaw before slipping down to caress her neck where her collar sat snugly. He leaned in closer, his breath hot in her ear. "But first," he whispered, his voice taking on a sterner edge, "you should use your litterbox first."
With a small nod of understanding, she slithered off the couch, her tail trailing behind her. Ed watched her padding over to the litterbox on hands and knees. She squatted in the cat liter, feeling the soft grains under her. She suppressed thinking on the depraved nature of her act, focusing instead on relieving herself. No matter how much she didn't want to do this, she wanted to play along. She felt his gaze on her as she began to pee. The warmth spread between her legs, the sound of the liquid hitting the litter adding to the perversity of the moment. To keep some dignity she did it as cat-like as possible, meowing softly and pretending to cover her urine with the litter. Once done, she looked up at him, expecting his praise. Instead, Ed frowned and took a tissue, gently brushing the stray litter from her crotch and feet. The sensation of his touch made her quiver. She felt vulnerable, exposed. He was her owner and she was his pet, his to feed and to clean. He opened the living room door and called her to come with him.
Fay followed Ed to the bedroom, her movements more and more feline. Her cat ears stood up on her head. With a somewhat graceful leap, Fay got onto the soft mattress of Ed's bed. The bedroom was dimly lit, casting shadows across the large room. She curled up at the foot of the bed, watching him as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of running water and his movements beyond the door made her think. What would come next in this twisted game of theirs? It was clear she would not get a shower tonight.
When Ed emerged, his skin gleaming with freshness from his shower, Fay couldn't help but make a purr rumble in her chest. He slid into bed, the coolness of his skin warming almost instantly as he settled under the covers. He glanced down at her, a question in his eyes. "Kitty, you might get cold," he said, his voice a gentle rumble. "You should come here." He pulled back the blankets, revealing his bare chest and the dark trail of hair leading down to his waist. With as much feline grace as she could muster, Fay got over and curled up beside him, her body fitting against his as if she were made for this. She wrapped her tail around her body and tucked her head under her arm, purring softly. Ed's arms encircled her, his hand stroking her bare back idly. His cock was already stiffening against her thigh, but she ignored it, her eyes half-closed in contentment.
For a while, they lay there in silence, the only sound the occasional purr she let slip from her lips. Then, she began to knead his chest with her fingers, her nails lightly scoring his skin. Ed's eyes shot open, his breath catching in his throat. This was new. He'd never felt her to be so... assertive. But instead of pushing her away, he found his arousal spiking even higher. He watched her, his chest rising and falling with his shallow breaths. Suddenly, Fay's nails stilled and she looked him in the eyes. "Meow?" she purred questioningly, her voice low and sultry. Ed felt a thrill run through him as she began to lick at his neck, her tongue not so rough but very wet. He grunted, his hands moving to grip her hips, pulling her closer.
"What's the matter, kitty?" he murmured, his voice strained. Fay's only response was to nip at his earlobe, her teeth sharp and playful. She slithered up his body, her breasts brushing against his chest as she went. When she reached his face, she rubbed her cheek against his, the gesture eerily similar to a cat marking its territory. Then, she was kissing him, her tongue darting out to taste him. It was an animalistic kiss, filled with passion and a hint of something wild. Ed's cock throbbed against her stomach, demanding attention. She broke away from the kiss with a smirk, her eyes gleaming in the dim light. She turned around and pushed her butt against his hips.
"Meow?" she purred again, a mischievous note in her voice. Ed took the hint and got on his knees. The sight of her on all fours, tail sticking up from her butt, was too much to resist. He grabbed her hips and pulled her closer, aligning his hardness with her wetness. He didn't bother with foreplay; she was already slick with want. With one firm thrust, he pushed into her, making her gasp and arch her back. She didn't protest; instead, she pushed back into him, her purrs growing louder. He fucked her like he owned her, his grip on her hips tightening as he drove in and out. Her nails dug into the bedspread. Her tail hung to the side, swinging back and forth in time with their rhythm, the plug in her ass heightening the waves of pleasure that ran through her core.
With a growl of need Ed pushed her down onto the mattress, her breasts and belly flat against the bed. His weight on her ass pushed the tail plug deeper inside her, and she let out a low moan that was more feline than human. The feel of him claiming her like this, so raw and primal, was a heady aphrodisiac that had her purring. With each trust, Fay's cunt was pushed deep into the mattress. She could feel the fabric of the bedspread rubbing against her clit, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her. Her purrs grew louder, turning into needy mewls. Ed's cock stretching her, pumping in and out of her like a well-oiled piston. She was trapped, a delicious sandwich of flesh and fabric, with Ed's solid form pressing her down into the softness beneath.
The friction was maddening, a dance of pleasure and pain that she never knew she craved. His cock slid in and out of her, the cat tail moving in tandem, stretching her in a way that made her feel so utterly, deliciously filled. She could feel her inner walls clench around him, her body begging for release. Her moans grew louder, turning into a crescendo of pleasure as she felt the orgasm crash over her. Her body tightened around him, her cunt rippling in waves of ecstasy. With a roar of pleasure, Ed slammed into her one final time, his cock pulsing as he emptied himself deep inside her. Fay's pussy clenched around him, milking every last drop as he rode out his orgasm.
Panting, Ed pulled out of her, his cock still semi-hard. He leaned over her, planting a gentle kiss on her neck. "Love you, Kitty," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. Fay felt a warm glow spread through her chest at the praise. She turned her head, her nose nuzzling against his, a soft meow escaping her lips. Exhausted from their play, Fay curled into a tight ball beside him with her tail wrapped around her. Ed pulled the covers over them both, tucking her in close to his side. He stroked her back in long, soothing strokes, his hand moving down to squeeze her ass. She purred contentedly, pressing herself closer to him. Her head rested on the pillow, her eyes drifting shut. The warmth of his body seeped into hers, and she felt a warm sense of belonging that she hadn't felt in a long time.
The next morning, Ed was the first to stir. He kissed the top of her head and slid out of bed. She felt the coldness of the room hit her, and she stretched, her body still feeling deliciously used and satisfied. The sound of his bare feet padding out of the room made her yawn. She heard the kitchen come to life, the clanging of pans and the sizzle of something on the stove. It smelled heavenly, but it probabely wasn't cat food that was cooking.
Fay had waited for this moment and slipped out of bed. She had held it for a while, not wanting to break the spell by using the toilet. Now, she couldn't wait any longer. She slinked into the bathroom, her tail swishing behind her. She sat on the cold porcelain, feeling the relief of being able to pee like a human. She cleaned herself up and got to the washbasin, looking at her reflection in the mirror. The cat ears on her head and the collar around her neck made her smirk. She splashed water on her face and washed the stickiness from her chin.
The smell of cooking grew stronger, and her stomach growled. She padded into the kitchen, her bare feet silent on the cool tiles. Ed was at the stove, wearing nothing but a pair of boxer briefs that clung to his firm ass. She watched the muscles in his back flex as he stirred something in a pan. He hadn't noticed her yet, so she took the opportunity to sneak closer. She hopped onto the counter, her tail curling around her.
Looking at the food that was cooking, Fay licked her lips, her mouth watering. It was a simple omelette, but it smelled heavenly. Ed glanced aside, catching her eye. He smirked, knowing exactly what she was thinking. "Breakfast for my kitty," he said, sliding the omelette on a plate and putting it down on the kitchen floor. Fay jumped from the counter and got on all fours to eat. She loved Ed for making her a nice breakfast even as she was his cat. It showed he really cared for her deeply.
The rest of the morning passed quietly as Ed went about his usual housekeeping chores. Fay lay on her cat bed, her eyes half-closed, watching him. She felt a strange mix of comfort and amusement as he moved between the living room and the kitchen. There was something soothing about observing human life from the perspective of a cat. She watched as Ed swept the floor, her eyes tracking his every movement with a lazy interest.
Suddenly, the serenity of their domestic scene was shattered by the sound of the doorbell ringing. Fay bolted to her feet, her heart racing. She did not want be seen in her current state by anyone from outside. With a frantic meow, she dashed behind the couch. Her thoughts raced. Who could be at the door? Could she have been seen from outside?
Ed looked at her with a smirk before striding to the door. She could hear the murmur of female voices, and her heart sank. She recognized the voices of Sue and Jess, her closest friends. She had told them she was Ed's cat for the week. She hadn't anticipated them dropping by unannounced. Fay's mind raced, crouching low behind the couch.
Ed's cat - Friends
"Hey, Ed," Sue's voice called out. "Is Fay home? We've been worried about her. She's gone MIA for a couple of days."
Fay's heart sank further. She fervently hoped Ed would think of some clever ruse to send her friends away. But his voice, calm and unflappable, floated over to her from the hallway. "Come on in, girls," he said. "She is around here somewhere."
Sue and Jess's footsteps grew louder as they entered the living room, their eyes scanning the space. Fay crouched down lower, her eyes wide with apprehension. The last thing she wanted was to be found in this humiliating predicament. Ed smiled and caled out, "Kitty, kitty," his voice gentle and coaxing. "Your friends are here to see you."
"Oh, is she okay?" Jess's voice was filled with concern. "We've been so worried, she's just disappeared like off the face of the earth."
Ed chuckled. "She's just playing hard to get," he said, winking at his friends. "You know how cats are. They don't like to be disturbed when they're napping."
Fay's heart raced as she peeked out from her hiding spot. She could see the curious expressions on Sue and Jess's faces. They looked concerned, but there was also a hint of excitement, like they were eager to see the punchline of some elaborate joke. She didn't know what to do. She decided to keep hidden for now.
Ed gestured to the couch. "Please, make yourselves at home. She'll come out when she's ready," he said, his tone reassuring. Fay felt a twinge of gratitude that he wasn't going to force her into an embarrassing situation. Sue and Jess exchanged glances before sitting down, their eyes darting around the room, searching for any sign of their friend.
Spotting the cat bed and the cat bowls on de kitchen floor, Jess couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She leaned over to whisper to Ed, "Is it really true, Fay's your cat for the week?"
Ed's grin grew even wider as he nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes," he replied, "and she's very dedicated to the role."
Sue and Jess exchanges a look of astonishment. The cat bed and the food bowls were odd enough, but the sight of the litter box was truly bizarre. "What's with the litter box?" Sue finally asked, her eyes lingering on the plastic tray filled with cat litter.
Ed shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, you know cats," he began, "Kitty is quite particular about where she does her business." He shot a knowing look at Fay, who was still hidden behind the couch. "She doesn't like to go outside, so we had to make some adjustments."
Fay's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of excitement at the situation. She listened to Ed and her friends talking from behind the couch, their shock and fascination palpable. She knew they were dying to see her, but she was equally determined not to reveal herself to them, clothed only in her collar, ears, and tail. With her friends visiting the game had taken on a whole new level.
As the conversation grew more relaxed, Ed announced that he had some work to do outside. "You two make yourselves at home," he said. "The cat will show herself when she's ready." With that, he disappeared out the back door, leaving Sue and Jess alone in the living room with Fay hidden behind the couch.
Fay took a deep breath, contemplating her next move. She could not stay hidden. Her heart thumped as she considered the humiliation of revealing her nakedness to her friends. Then a devious thought struck her. If she remained in character as Ed’s cat, she could maintain some semblance of dignity. She poked her head out from her hiding spot, her cat ears high on her head. "Meow?" she said softly, watching her friends reactions.
Sue and Jess stared, their eyes widening at the sight of Fay on all fours, her head sticking from behind the couch. They looked at her transfixed, unable to tear their gazes away. Fay's confidence grew a bit, and on all fours she crept from behind the couch. She tried to make her movements fluid and sinuous, making her tail swish from side to side. She approached Jess first and rubbed her cheek against Jess's leg, purring softly. Jess's hand shot out by itself to stroke her head. "Oh my god, you are serious, Fay?" she whispered astonished.
Sue couldn't resist any longer. She leaned over too and began to pet Fay, her hand moving from her head down her back, her touch gentle and soothing. Fay arched her back, her purrs growing louder. The feeling of her friend's touch was comforting yet thrilling. She hadn't anticipated the sensuality of this part of the role play, but now she had started she found it not as bad as she thought.
Sue petted and soothed her like a cat. Jess, however, couldn't get over Fay's nakedness. Her eyes kept darting to her breasts and the exposed crotch. She had never seen Fay so naked, so provocative, and the sight was both jarring and intriguing. Fay's body was on full display, and Jess couldn't help but admire the way she moved. She had always known Fay was attractive, but seeing her like this, so raw and uninhibited, was something entirely different.
"Look at her," Jess whispered to Sue, stroking Fay's head. "She's so... sensual." The word came out almost reverently, as if she couldn't believe it. They had always known Fay to be a strong, independent woman, and here she was, purring contentedly as they talked about her as if she weren't even there.
Sue's eyes shot to the litter box in the corner of the room again. "Do you think she's really... you know," she trailed off, her cheeks flushing. Fay's cheeks flushed too as she had heard the question, but she remained still, moving her head to be scratched some more. Jess looked from the litter box to Fay purring at her leg. She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking back and forth as she considered the question. "I don't know," she said finally, her voice barely above a murmur. "But it's definitely part of the... setup."
Fay felt their eyes on her, their curiosity palpable. She enjoyed the feeling of being pampered, but with her friends she had to maintain some boundaries. She had a fleeting thought about rolling over onto her back, defiantly showing her breasts and the wetness between her legs. It sent a shiver down her spine, but it was a line she didn't want to cross. Instead, with a feline grace, she pulled away from them and sauntered over to her cat bed. She circled the plush cushion a few times before curling up into a tight ball, her back to them.
Sue and Jess started gigling louder and louder. Fay couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. She was Ed's pet, not their plaything. But she knew that they were just nervous and amazed. She heard the back door open and Ed's footsteps approaching. He walked into the room, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes went straight to Fay on the cat bed.
"Ah, Kitty has made herself known to the company," he said with a proud smile. He walked over to the bed and stroked her back. "You're such a proud cat, aren't you?"
Sue and Jess stared, trying to process the situation. "So, how do you like her?" Ed asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know she's a character, but she friendly."
Sue looked at Jess, not knowing how to answer. "Well," she began, her voice shaky with laughter, "she's certainly... different."
Jess nodded in agreement, her eyes still glued to Fay's curled-up form. "I can't say I've ever seen anything like this before," she managed to get out.
Ed's smile grew even more smug. "Did she let you two pet her?" he asked. Fay felt a thrill of anticipation and a bit of embarrassment as she realized that Ed was playing the role of the proud owner showing off his exotic pet to his friends.
Sue and Jess exchanged a look, their cheeks flushing. "Well, she did come out to say hello," Jess said, her hand still hovering over the spot on the couch where Fay had been purring. "It's just... so bizarre."
"I know," Ed chuckled, sitting down in the chair. "But she really gets into it, doesn't she?"
Sue and Jess couldn't argue with that. They watched as Fay stretched out on the cat bed, flicking her tail twitching every so often. The sight of her bare back and ass on display was still a shock, but they had to admit that she looked incredible. Fay's eyes remained closed, but she could feel their gazes on her. She heard them talking about her, and she felt a strange thrill knowing that they were both fascinated and scandalized by what they were seeing.
"So, can we ask her about it?" Sue finally asked, her voice still whispery and unsure.
"As soon as the week is over, you can." Ed answered, looking fondly at Fay's back. "As long as she's my cat, she is only meowing."
Fay felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew Ed enjoyed her submission to the role. Hearing him speak about her in such a manner made it throb between her legs. She let out a soft meow to express her contentment.
"Does she really have to be like this all week?" Jess couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and disbelief. "Can't she, like, take a break or something?"
Ed leaned back in his chair, his hand still idly stroking Fay's back. "Well, it's all up to Fay," he said with a shrug. "If she wants to stop, she can. But she seems pretty determined to stick to her role."
The two friends exchanged a look, then turned their attention back to Fay. She lay still on the cat bed, listening to the conversation but not participating. She enjoyed her friends anxiety, the beginnings of an idea forming, a way to both maintain her dignity and give her friends a taste of the thrill she felt in her new role. She got up from the cat bed lazily, stretched languorously, making her breasts jiggle slightly. Then, she prowled around the room, her eyes on Ed. He watched her, a smile playing on his lips. "I think she's feeling a bit edgy," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Fay's eyes narrowed as she approached him, her hips swaying with each step. Looking up to him she meowed questioningly. Then she climbed onto his lap, her tail hanging over the armrest. She leaned in and rubbed her cheek along his arm. It was a clear message that she wanted to be petted intimedly. Ed chuckled, stroking her back as he had done before.
"Looks like our kitty is feeling a bit needy," he said to Jess and Sue, who were both watching with a mix of shock and fascination. Stroking the side of her breast with his thumb, Ed's touch was eliciting a purr that grew louder as he increased the pressure. Fay's eyes remained half-closed, but she locked her eyes with Jess's. And it was as if she was daring Jess to say that she, as a cat, didn't have the best seat in the house.
Jess, unable to ignore the electric tension in the room, stood up. "I think we'd better go," she said, her voice a bit strained. Her eyes darted from Fay to Sue, who seemed torn between staying and leaving. Ed nodded, his hand stroking Fay's back. "It's been great having you over," he said, his voice awarm. "I'm sure Kitty has enjoyed your company."
Fay couldn't help but smirk contently as she watched her friends struggle with the situation. The power dynamic had shifted subtly. She remained on Ed's lap as they made their goodbyes. As the door closed, she nuzzled Ed's neck, her purrs of pleasure growing more insistent. The idea of her friends knowing her secret added a new layer of excitement to their weeklong game.
"Hey, Ed," Sue's voice called out. "Is Fay home? We've been worried about her. She's gone MIA for a couple of days."
Fay's heart sank further. She fervently hoped Ed would think of some clever ruse to send her friends away. But his voice, calm and unflappable, floated over to her from the hallway. "Come on in, girls," he said. "She is around here somewhere."
Sue and Jess's footsteps grew louder as they entered the living room, their eyes scanning the space. Fay crouched down lower, her eyes wide with apprehension. The last thing she wanted was to be found in this humiliating predicament. Ed smiled and caled out, "Kitty, kitty," his voice gentle and coaxing. "Your friends are here to see you."
"Oh, is she okay?" Jess's voice was filled with concern. "We've been so worried, she's just disappeared like off the face of the earth."
Ed chuckled. "She's just playing hard to get," he said, winking at his friends. "You know how cats are. They don't like to be disturbed when they're napping."
Fay's heart raced as she peeked out from her hiding spot. She could see the curious expressions on Sue and Jess's faces. They looked concerned, but there was also a hint of excitement, like they were eager to see the punchline of some elaborate joke. She didn't know what to do. She decided to keep hidden for now.
Ed gestured to the couch. "Please, make yourselves at home. She'll come out when she's ready," he said, his tone reassuring. Fay felt a twinge of gratitude that he wasn't going to force her into an embarrassing situation. Sue and Jess exchanged glances before sitting down, their eyes darting around the room, searching for any sign of their friend.
Spotting the cat bed and the cat bowls on de kitchen floor, Jess couldn't hold back her curiosity any longer. She leaned over to whisper to Ed, "Is it really true, Fay's your cat for the week?"
Ed's grin grew even wider as he nodded, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Yes," he replied, "and she's very dedicated to the role."
Sue and Jess exchanges a look of astonishment. The cat bed and the food bowls were odd enough, but the sight of the litter box was truly bizarre. "What's with the litter box?" Sue finally asked, her eyes lingering on the plastic tray filled with cat litter.
Ed shrugged nonchalantly. "Well, you know cats," he began, "Kitty is quite particular about where she does her business." He shot a knowing look at Fay, who was still hidden behind the couch. "She doesn't like to go outside, so we had to make some adjustments."
Fay's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but she couldn't help feeling a twinge of excitement at the situation. She listened to Ed and her friends talking from behind the couch, their shock and fascination palpable. She knew they were dying to see her, but she was equally determined not to reveal herself to them, clothed only in her collar, ears, and tail. With her friends visiting the game had taken on a whole new level.
As the conversation grew more relaxed, Ed announced that he had some work to do outside. "You two make yourselves at home," he said. "The cat will show herself when she's ready." With that, he disappeared out the back door, leaving Sue and Jess alone in the living room with Fay hidden behind the couch.
Fay took a deep breath, contemplating her next move. She could not stay hidden. Her heart thumped as she considered the humiliation of revealing her nakedness to her friends. Then a devious thought struck her. If she remained in character as Ed’s cat, she could maintain some semblance of dignity. She poked her head out from her hiding spot, her cat ears high on her head. "Meow?" she said softly, watching her friends reactions.
Sue and Jess stared, their eyes widening at the sight of Fay on all fours, her head sticking from behind the couch. They looked at her transfixed, unable to tear their gazes away. Fay's confidence grew a bit, and on all fours she crept from behind the couch. She tried to make her movements fluid and sinuous, making her tail swish from side to side. She approached Jess first and rubbed her cheek against Jess's leg, purring softly. Jess's hand shot out by itself to stroke her head. "Oh my god, you are serious, Fay?" she whispered astonished.
Sue couldn't resist any longer. She leaned over too and began to pet Fay, her hand moving from her head down her back, her touch gentle and soothing. Fay arched her back, her purrs growing louder. The feeling of her friend's touch was comforting yet thrilling. She hadn't anticipated the sensuality of this part of the role play, but now she had started she found it not as bad as she thought.
Sue petted and soothed her like a cat. Jess, however, couldn't get over Fay's nakedness. Her eyes kept darting to her breasts and the exposed crotch. She had never seen Fay so naked, so provocative, and the sight was both jarring and intriguing. Fay's body was on full display, and Jess couldn't help but admire the way she moved. She had always known Fay was attractive, but seeing her like this, so raw and uninhibited, was something entirely different.
"Look at her," Jess whispered to Sue, stroking Fay's head. "She's so... sensual." The word came out almost reverently, as if she couldn't believe it. They had always known Fay to be a strong, independent woman, and here she was, purring contentedly as they talked about her as if she weren't even there.
Sue's eyes shot to the litter box in the corner of the room again. "Do you think she's really... you know," she trailed off, her cheeks flushing. Fay's cheeks flushed too as she had heard the question, but she remained still, moving her head to be scratched some more. Jess looked from the litter box to Fay purring at her leg. She swallowed hard, her eyes flicking back and forth as she considered the question. "I don't know," she said finally, her voice barely above a murmur. "But it's definitely part of the... setup."
Fay felt their eyes on her, their curiosity palpable. She enjoyed the feeling of being pampered, but with her friends she had to maintain some boundaries. She had a fleeting thought about rolling over onto her back, defiantly showing her breasts and the wetness between her legs. It sent a shiver down her spine, but it was a line she didn't want to cross. Instead, with a feline grace, she pulled away from them and sauntered over to her cat bed. She circled the plush cushion a few times before curling up into a tight ball, her back to them.
Sue and Jess started gigling louder and louder. Fay couldn't help but feel a twinge of annoyance. She was Ed's pet, not their plaything. But she knew that they were just nervous and amazed. She heard the back door open and Ed's footsteps approaching. He walked into the room, wiping his hands on a towel. His eyes went straight to Fay on the cat bed.
"Ah, Kitty has made herself known to the company," he said with a proud smile. He walked over to the bed and stroked her back. "You're such a proud cat, aren't you?"
Sue and Jess stared, trying to process the situation. "So, how do you like her?" Ed asked, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "I know she's a character, but she friendly."
Sue looked at Jess, not knowing how to answer. "Well," she began, her voice shaky with laughter, "she's certainly... different."
Jess nodded in agreement, her eyes still glued to Fay's curled-up form. "I can't say I've ever seen anything like this before," she managed to get out.
Ed's smile grew even more smug. "Did she let you two pet her?" he asked. Fay felt a thrill of anticipation and a bit of embarrassment as she realized that Ed was playing the role of the proud owner showing off his exotic pet to his friends.
Sue and Jess exchanged a look, their cheeks flushing. "Well, she did come out to say hello," Jess said, her hand still hovering over the spot on the couch where Fay had been purring. "It's just... so bizarre."
"I know," Ed chuckled, sitting down in the chair. "But she really gets into it, doesn't she?"
Sue and Jess couldn't argue with that. They watched as Fay stretched out on the cat bed, flicking her tail twitching every so often. The sight of her bare back and ass on display was still a shock, but they had to admit that she looked incredible. Fay's eyes remained closed, but she could feel their gazes on her. She heard them talking about her, and she felt a strange thrill knowing that they were both fascinated and scandalized by what they were seeing.
"So, can we ask her about it?" Sue finally asked, her voice still whispery and unsure.
"As soon as the week is over, you can." Ed answered, looking fondly at Fay's back. "As long as she's my cat, she is only meowing."
Fay felt a shiver run down her spine. She knew Ed enjoyed her submission to the role. Hearing him speak about her in such a manner made it throb between her legs. She let out a soft meow to express her contentment.
"Does she really have to be like this all week?" Jess couldn't help but ask, her voice filled with a mix of wonder and disbelief. "Can't she, like, take a break or something?"
Ed leaned back in his chair, his hand still idly stroking Fay's back. "Well, it's all up to Fay," he said with a shrug. "If she wants to stop, she can. But she seems pretty determined to stick to her role."
The two friends exchanged a look, then turned their attention back to Fay. She lay still on the cat bed, listening to the conversation but not participating. She enjoyed her friends anxiety, the beginnings of an idea forming, a way to both maintain her dignity and give her friends a taste of the thrill she felt in her new role. She got up from the cat bed lazily, stretched languorously, making her breasts jiggle slightly. Then, she prowled around the room, her eyes on Ed. He watched her, a smile playing on his lips. "I think she's feeling a bit edgy," he said, his voice low and teasing.
Fay's eyes narrowed as she approached him, her hips swaying with each step. Looking up to him she meowed questioningly. Then she climbed onto his lap, her tail hanging over the armrest. She leaned in and rubbed her cheek along his arm. It was a clear message that she wanted to be petted intimedly. Ed chuckled, stroking her back as he had done before.
"Looks like our kitty is feeling a bit needy," he said to Jess and Sue, who were both watching with a mix of shock and fascination. Stroking the side of her breast with his thumb, Ed's touch was eliciting a purr that grew louder as he increased the pressure. Fay's eyes remained half-closed, but she locked her eyes with Jess's. And it was as if she was daring Jess to say that she, as a cat, didn't have the best seat in the house.
Jess, unable to ignore the electric tension in the room, stood up. "I think we'd better go," she said, her voice a bit strained. Her eyes darted from Fay to Sue, who seemed torn between staying and leaving. Ed nodded, his hand stroking Fay's back. "It's been great having you over," he said, his voice awarm. "I'm sure Kitty has enjoyed your company."
Fay couldn't help but smirk contently as she watched her friends struggle with the situation. The power dynamic had shifted subtly. She remained on Ed's lap as they made their goodbyes. As the door closed, she nuzzled Ed's neck, her purrs of pleasure growing more insistent. The idea of her friends knowing her secret added a new layer of excitement to their weeklong game.
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