Page 49 of Santa's Baby
Cat outfit, and nothing but meows, please. Food from your bowl only. Plenty of ‘fuss’ on the sofa with your owner, and being a good kitty as you sit on his lap.
And not forgetting the litter tray, of course.
Duration: 9 hours.
Proposal price: £12,000.
User 290 has become one of my favourites. I’ll be a good kitty for him tonight.
I’m careful as I put my cat headband in my bag, not wanting to damage the fluffy ears, because he deserves the best looking kitty he can get, but I prepare myself with my cat tail butt plug before I go. It’s too much of a struggle to try to work that thing into my ass when I’m mewling outside his door.
Pet play was never something on my radar before I joined the Agency. Dressing up as a cat for nine hours straight was never a game I imagined playing, but it’s actually good fun. I love being a pussy who is having her pussy used, and User 290 is a very good owner.
It will get my mind off Reuben too, which is a sensible blessing. I have to laugh at myself in the mirror as I give my lip gloss a final check. What the fuck ever. My mind has been on Reuben every single second since I left Evesham. I’ve been avoiding Josh and Ella like the plague, since Josh would notice my glee in a heartbeat. I’m like a bloody schoolkid crushing over a heartthrob.
My long, fake fur coat hides my butt plug tail alright in the cab, but it’s a bastard to sit on. It’s quite a chunky sonofabitch, since it has to stay in place so long. Wouldn’t want to lose my tail in the middle of play.
My client lives right at the top of a block in Kensington, on a floor of his own, so I get some privacy when I’m outside his front door. There, I prepare myself. I drop my coat on the floor, leaving me stark naked besides my tail plug, and fish my cat ears from my bag. It’s high quality, with tight clips that secure it in my hair, so it’s not coming out anytime soon. I fasten my collar around my neck, with its tiny bell, and then it’s time for the final part of my makeup. I use my compact mirror and my face pencil and get to work on my nose and whiskers. I’m quite practiced at this by now, so it looks kinda cute when I’m done. Being a catsuits me. Maybe I was one in a past life. With a life like this kitty has, it wouldn’t be all that bad.
I click onarrivedbefore I put my kitty paw gloves on, because I can’t use a touch screen through fur. Then it’s down on my knees time, with my coat and bag ditched beside me. I give him a loud mewl and push a hand through the cat flap, batting it around in a fake attempt to get inside.
The cat flap gives me enough of a glimpse to see User 290’s shoes walking down his hallway. I’m smiling up like a good kitty as he lets me in, crawling past him on all fours and rubbing myself against his legs. He grabs my coat and bag and drops them inside before he closes the door.
“Where have you been, Priscilla?” he says, with his hands on his hips, towering over me. “You’ve been downstairs again, haven’t you? Look how many treats they’ve been giving you!”
User 290 does love a well fed pussy…
That’s a good thing, because so do I.
I rub against his leg again, arching myself like a cat would with a mewl. The bell around my neck gives a little jingle, but it doesn’t winPriscillaany favours. He kicks me away from him, pointing his finger as he calls me abad girl.I try rubbing myself against his leg again, and get the same result – another nudge of his shoe under my belly as he shoves me away. One more go, and he’s rougher, he toes me in the ribs and sends me sprawling.
“BAD GIRL!”
Now is the time to be a good kitty and apologise. I roll onto my back with my gloved hands in a begging position and my legs held up, offering him my belly with another mewl. I give him a flutter of my eyes, staring up at my grand owner as I silently ask for a fuss.
User 290 has to be at least six foot two. He’s as skinny as a rake, and his fingers are long and savage. He always looks super stern when he’s chastising me.
“No more going downstairs! No more treats from other people!”
I open my thighs so he can see his pussy’s pussy, and stretch my arms above my head.
Meow.
I squirm, offering my naked body as a token of my kitty affection. He manages to hold out for a minute or so before he sighs and breaks. He drops to a crouch at the side of me.
“What am I going to do with you, hey? Who can stay mad at such a cutie?”
He tickles under my chin before he runs his fingers down, petting his kitty. I love how zealous he is with my tits, arching my back and mewling for more. It’s my tummy next – his favourite. He works my belly like I’m a treasure, tickling and rubbing me up and down. He rubs lower and lower each time, until he’s rubbing his pussy cat’s horny pussy. Fuck, it feels nice. I clench my ass around my tail plug to let the sensations ripple.
“Do they give you strokes like this downstairs? I bet they do. You’d better start remembering, Priscilla. I’m your owner. I’m going to block up the cat flap unless you’re a good girl and stay with your daddy.”
He slides two long fingers inside me.
“You’ve missed your daddy, haven’t you?”
I twist and arch against his fingers, with a sweetmeow.Yes, I have missed ‘Priscilla’s’ cat daddy. I haven’t been here in over a month. Being a cat slut is such an obscure, welcome break from being a human one. No words needed, no conversation. Nothing but a cat accepting what her gracious owner wants to give her. User 290 always gives me a lot.
He pets me so well – all the way up and down – from my slippery cunt, to my belly, tits, chin. He loves to focus on my belly. He gives it a jiggle.