Pussycat I

©Arnold Puttwyn and Asia

 

Note – This is a work of fiction – any similarities between any persons…..etc.

 

This collaboration between Asia &Pttwyn  as follows : Illustrations and Inspiration provided by our    very own Asia.  The writing was by Pttwyn.  The technical skills by MSWord.

Do not try this at home – We are what you may call experts {Really} especially Asia.

 

 

 

Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you.

Ooh Yess, I do!!

                               Tom Jones.

 

Asia: Staff meeting - Friday Morning – 8AM

    

     I looked blandly at Janice, I couldn’t believe she was telling me that she didn’t have the report done.  The other members of my staff were all waiting to get to their offices to start for the day.  I looked around the paneled room.

     “When I asked you, yesterday, if the report was all done, why did you say yes?” I railed at Janice. “Go sit back in your seat, we’ll talk about this on Tuesday morning.” I watched her back as she went to her chair at the end of the table.  “I won’t be in Monday.” 

     Janice always looked proper, and today wasn’t any different, she was wearing a dark brown suit with a long skirt and short-heeled alligator pumps.  Janice was not very pretty, but at 5”8’ and about 165 pounds, she looked quite striking.  She always kept her auburn short and nicely styled.  I really liked the way she was ready and in the right place for me, but lately she was more confrontational and trying to push me in every small way she could.

     She had always been punctual with her assignments, too.  This was the second time I had to extend her deadline for this report.  She was supposed to look into adding more man-made diamonds to our inventory.  I detested them, but they were starting to sell very well.  I needed to know a bit more than just what I read in the paper.  I wasn’t just the manager; no one here knew that I really owned this business, totally.

     I still had to go home to change and get to my nail appointment to get the inch and a half long claws on.  At Houng’s they always do such a nice job, and they stick even if I have to scratch something, real hard.

     The meeting was over after an endless report from the finance department.  I sat and thought about red claws and toenails, and the freedom I would feel when all I had to do was be a pet pussycat.  The accountant looked about 190 years old and took forever to say anything.  He wore his usual gray suit and blue regimental striped tie, with a gold marlin tie tack.  I found out that he actually had 6 identical suits.  They all looked 25 years old, one day he’ll come in wearing something else, I’m going to go home right then because I want to be there when hell freezes over, and the earth stops spinning.   

 

 

 

Friday Morning – 10AM

 

     Asia walked into Marcus’ huge luxury apartment and looked around for her cat-box.  She knew the bathroom door would be locked so she didn’t even bother checking.  Asia located the large stainless pan near the kitchen door.  She took off and dropped her tiny pink panties and hiked her dark blue and pink plaid DKNY mini-skirt up to use the box of litter.  When she was done she left her panties and walked along the hallway, she continued to take off her clothes as she walked toward the back bedroom. First her light pink silk top, and then the lacy pink 34B brassiere, today was a pink day.  She had to stop and unzip the plaid mini skirt; she left that on the floor too.  She passed the master bedroom and tried the door, locked as usual.  She stopped and leaned on the carved door to slip her pale gray stockings from her slender legs.  She left them and her navy blue heels by the door, as she continued on to the back bedroom.  She was not concerned about the discarded clothes.  She had to remain naked until Monday morning.

     The guest bedroom was almost as big as Marcus’ master bedroom, but didn’t have it’s own door into the guest bath.  The drapes were open and the morning sun was bright through the green and yellow flowered drapes and on the matching spread.

     On the maple chest of drawers she found her cat fangs, they were part of the two dental bridges.  Two parts that fit over her teeth upper, and lower.  The  lower had a curved crossbar that pressed on the back of her tongue.  Each was made of gold and held sharp upper and lower fangs of dental porcelain, which gave her a feline appearance, and a vicious bite.  She couldn’t speak, the bar pressing her tongue stopped that, but she could hiss, snarl, and growl.  Of course if things went right she could also purr.

     She sat on the white tile floor to slip her black platform heels on.  It was cool against her bare bottom, but she did not want to straighten the bedspread so she didn’t wrinkle it.  She locked each wide ankle strap with a miniscule gold padlock through each diminutive hasp.  The 2-inch platforms and their 7-inch heels raised her 5-5 to 5-10.  Her slender legs looked so very glamorous in the shoes.  The last item was her collar.  It was 2 inches wide and looked almost like a rhinestone feline collar, but she insisted on diamonds.  With her long red nails she had a little problem, but nothing she couldn’t handle, when she felt it click home it was locked, too .

     I look good, Asia thought, as she looked herself over in the mirror.  She didn’t need to hold her tummy at all.  Asia went to her trainer daily, she was as fit as a wildcat, and looked it.

     She smiled at the mess her clothes made as she walked to her cat-box. Ah well, Pussycats don’t do housework.  

     Ooh, that feels good; too much coffee, Asia crouched over her cat-box again and urinated freely.  She wriggled and shook her bottom before she stood to walk away.  She went in the front room and started to sit on the brown leather covered couch, but stopped,

     The first place he’ll look, She went behind the couch and stretched out languorously  behind it, and closed her dark brown almond eyes.  The thick beige pile carpet felt good to her naked skin.  She fell asleep in the quiet warm room.

 

     What the hell… Asia was dragged out into the middle of the room, the light was a surprise, and the carpet stung her delicate nipples.  She rolled over onto her back and snarled at Marcus, she slashed toward his hand with her claws.  He was quicker and pulled her ankle and whole leg up and rolled her over at the same time.  She was turned over onto her flat belly, so she grabbed at the carpeted floor to try to pull away from his grasp.  He sat cross-legged beside her and petted her smooth back. 

     I’ll relax for a minute until I can get away.  She sighed softly and let him fondle her firm side while she looked for a place to go when she got loose.

 

Friday Afternoon – 2:30PM

 

     Marcus walked into the apartment and looked around for Asia.  When he didn’t see her right away he sniffed the air.  He was immediately aware of the cat box. 

     I put it out fresh before I left, so she’s used it.   He thought to himself as he sniffed again.  More than once, too.   He put his black eel skin briefcase down softly and walked as quietly as he could around the corner check to the huge brown leather couch, to see if she was on it again.  Nope not here, He carefully looked over the back, between the couch and the wall. He was rewarded by a quick glimpse of her straight silky black hair. 

     Marcus walked carefully to the end of the couch and found Asia’s shapely left foot slightly out from behind the leather-covered couch back.  He firmly grasped her ankle above the wide strap of her shoe.  Marcus pulled as hard as he could and dragged her exquisitely tanned naked body out into the middle of the beige carpeted floor.  Asia was awake instantly and tried to pull away and get back to the couch, and under cover.  He held her too tightly and she couldn’t get away.                                                                                                                              

     She rolled onto her back and doubled up immediately and lashed out at his hand with her long sharp nails.  Marcus was ready for that and quickly lifted her up by her ankle and turned her over so she couldn’t reach his hand.  She snarled and gasped as he rolled her.

     He sat beside her on the carpet and carefully stroked her smooth back and firmly muscled side.  She calmed a bit at his gentle touch.  He knew better than to release her ankle, she had used this trick before.  As soon as he let go she would be gone, back under the couch.

 

Marcus: Friday Afternoon – 4PM

 

     After she calmed a bit, I moved onto the couch she slipped up beside me where she could lay her head in my lap.  She lay on her right side, with her back toward the couch; she must have been tired because she nearly nodded off again. I stroked the side of her neck and behind her tiny ear, until she purred.  At first I started to believe she was really purring, Asia turned over and I could pinch her nipples and stroke her belly.  I pulled her trimmed pubic hair firmly, I told her I wanted her to shave, not just trim a little.  Then I smiled to myself; pussycats never do what you want.   She just smiled and licked my arm where it passed over her face. 

      “You really don’t do what I want, do you?”  I tried to sound tough, but I smiled, it said I really knew that pussycats don’t follow instructions well.  My hand moved lower to stroke her outer lips.  She moaned softly and wriggled.  My   hand slipped lower and I pushed my two middle fingers into her moist vagina.  She took a deep breath, so I continued to fondle her and she was getting very aroused.  She turned over and I caressed her pussy from the rear.  I reached with my left hand and patted her head with my right.  Asia unzipped my trousers and started to lift my penis out. 

     “I need a drink, sweetheart,” I stood up, letting her get her mouth with those fangs near my penis could be dangerous.  I went to the kitchen and all I could find was a Diet Coke, I poured it over ice, then I left it there and returned to the couch.

     She was still lying on her belly, when I returned.  I stroked her back and slid my right hand up to the back of her neck.  She arched her back and followed my hand all the way to the top.  I love the way she does that, just like a cat.  When I got to the top of her spine I grasped her by the nape of her neck.  Asia tried to get away when she realized what I  was doing, too late.  I got her neck and she couldn’t turn over.

     My pants were still open where she unzipped them earlier.  With my left hand I pulled my penis out and then jammed my right knee between her thighs to force them apart. Asia struggled and hissed and spit, but she couldn’t get away.  I don’t think she really tried too hard because she wanted it too.  Her struggling turned me on, I got a raging hard on right away.  I climbed over her and immediately entered her wet pussy from the rear.  We struggled together, I almost felt like I was in a catfight, we climaxed at the same time.

     That was nice.  I wasn’t sure if I could get away without getting bitten or at best scratched up a bit. I lucked out Asia was not in the mood to scratch or bite anymore.  I went to my bedroom to take a shower and get changed into some cut-offs. I picked up Asia’s clothes and shoes as I went.  I should throw them away.  But I laid them on my bed. 

     I kicked off my Brogans and stripped off my brown dress pants and white shirt.  My under shorts went into the basket next and I got into the big shower.  The water felt really good after my time with Asia, she always got me hot and sticky.  I appreciated a shower after her.  I could see her shadow outside the frosted shower door while I was washing up.  After I shaved, I put on a pair of denim shorts and a white t-shirt.

 

Asia: Friday Afternoon – 4PM

 

     I let Marcus pet my back for a while, I wriggled and arched while he did.  When he stood and went to the couch I climbed up beside him and laid my head in his lap.  Marcus gently stroked my head and neck, and then he started scratching behind my ear, until I turned over so he could stroke my belly.  He plucked at my nipples a little, but not enough.  I love it when he does this right.  His hand slowly slid down my belly to pet my mound.  He pulled my pubic hair a little.

      I forgot that he asked me to shave it all off.  He thinks I left it on purpose.  When he started to caress my pussy I almost climaxed right then.  I turned over and he reached between my thighs to fondle my pussy from the rear, so I arched my back for him.  When I unzipped his pants, he jumped up and went to the kitchen. I wasn’t going to bite tooooo hard.

     When Marcus came back he stroked and petted all the way up my back, with his cold hand.  Whew!  I arched all the way up.  A little trick left from gymnastics, every pussycat can do that.  Right?  He got to the top and grasped the back of my neck hard, I realized too late what he was doing.  His grip was too firm to get away.  I snarled and hissed at him, but he held me down on the couch, I continued to try to get away, but he had me too well.  With his knee he shoved my legs apart, until he had access to me.  I snarled at him, but I was too late.  He may get me, but it’ll be work. He was too strong to resist, soon I felt his entry, Oh, I’ve missed this all week.

     I rocked with him and felt him pressed against my bottom.  We were tight together and he pushed us both up and down until we reached heaven at the same time.  We stayed tight together, I felt his penis shrink and slip out after a short but delicious time.  Marcus got up carefully and went toward the bathroom.  I could hear him grumble while he picked up my clothes as he went. Hope he doesn’t throw them away again.  I just got that little skirt. 

     I went down the hall to the master bedroom.  Marcus told me he wanted to get another bedroom suite.  He had a really modern bed and dressers, no headboard and chrome drawer handles, but wanted an antique style 4 poster in dark walnut.  Last week he told me he had found what he wanted.  The carved bedposts appeared twisted all the way to the top.  It looked nice especially with the dark green and black tartan spread.  I went into the bathroom to see how things were going. 

 

Friday Evening – 6PM

 

     Marcus snapped his new chain leash to Asia’s collar and led her to the big cat box.  When they got there she understood what he wanted.  Asia looked at him and then stepped over the box of litter and squatted.  He watched and waited for her to urinate.  She didn’t like it when he watched, but she had to go and after a few minutes she finally urinated. 

     I like to watch her try to piss. When she was done she shook gently.  That’s so sexy. 

     The doorbell interrupted his reverie and he led Asia to the door, she tried to pull away.  Marcus held the chain leash close to the collar and kept her at arms length as he opened the door.  The woman standing there wore a smock and held her makeup kit.  She was about 5”2”, shorter than Asia and had a very ruddy round face.  She looked about 45 with gray through her brown hair, and had a tan work dress under her yellow and brown smock. The smock had “Penny’s Pets” with running cats and dogs embroidered across the front. 

     “Please come in, Mrs. Ault,” Marcus said graciously.  He opened the door wide and stepped back for her. “I’m sorry we aren’t quite ready for her makeup, but I haven’t even given her a bath yet.”

     “That’s no problem sir,” she spoke very loud.  “I’ll even help wi’ that, if ye need.”  She looked very competent and strong, her heavy arms and full shoulders showed her strength.  Although she wasn’t shy Marcus’ surprised Asia hiring this woman to groom her.

 

     Marcus looked directly into Asia’s eyes and told her Mrs. Ault had a ladies’ beauty shop before the pet shop.  He led Asia to the large tiled master bath and started the shower, she liked her showers hot, but he didn’t see a need for it to be that hot.  He turned on the water so it was warm, but a long way from hot.  Marcus had the key to the tiny padlocks on her ankle straps, she sat on the padded toilet seat while he took them off for her.  The same key fit the lock on her collar, too.     

     She tried to pull away, but he wouldn’t let her.  He grasped the back of her neck, just like holding any cat.  He walked her into the shower.  When he pushed her under the cool spray she hissed at him and tried to push away.

     “Oh, she’s just like the pussy, and does no like the water too much,” Mrs. Ault, said as she stepped up to the shower and began washing Asia’s hair.  “The water’s a mite cool for her,” Asia thought Mrs. Ault might save her.  “She’ll get used to it soon enough.”  Asia stopped struggling and glared at her.  Mrs. Ault kept her firm grasp of the back of Asia’s neck; the large strong hands didn’t relent and didn’t weaken.

     “How did things go at the shop today?” Marcus asked.  “Did you finally sell the Lab. puppy?”

     “Oh yea, to a nice lady from down country,” she smiled.  “She has 2 children and they love him, too.”  She continued to bathe Asia as she talked to Marcus.  Asia relaxed and let Mrs. Ault finish the bath.  Mrs. Ault soaped Asia’s shoulders and back, she knelt and washed Asia’s feet and worked up her legs quickly. 

     “Turn about, dear,” Mrs. Ault said gently.  She soaped Asia’s breasts and carefully washed her nipples.  Asia’s nipples were red and a bit tender from Marcus’ earlier attentions, and from being dragged across the carpet.  Mrs. Ault continued washing until she finished Asia’s belly.  

     “Not quite yet little pussy,” Mrs. Ault said as Asia started to leave the shower.  “I’ve a little more t’ wash.” 

     Asia stopped and moved her feet apart, so Mrs. Ault could wash between her legs.  She had hoped she could just step out and get away with it.  Mrs. Ault was not too shy to say she hadn’t washed Asia’s pussy yet.

     “I’ll say it’s a sweet lil’ thing ye’ve here,” she said to Marcus.  “I’ll be finished in a bit.”  Mrs. Ault had such gentle hands, they didn’t feel at all bad to Asia. Mrs. Ault washed Asia’s pussy very tenderly.   She washed between Asia’s outer lips and then she slid lower to her delicate inner lips.

     Asia moved her feet farther apart  Oh god, that feels so good. to give Mrs. Ault better access.  Mrs. Ault put her first two fingers into Asia’s pussy and slowly squeezed and relaxed her right hand.  Asia soon felt a wonderful, amazing orgasm.

     “Let’s get oout now, pussy,” Mrs. Ault spoke very calmly to Asia.  “We’ll get ye dried off.”

     Mrs. Ault had a thick white terry towel to use on Asia’s black hair.  She wrapped it around Asia’s head and with a huge white bath towel, she dried Asia very properly.

     When she was done washing and drying Asia, Mrs. Ault took her into the back bedroom by the nape of her neck and straight to the makeup table.  Asia sat gratefully on the low stool, Mrs. Ault’s attentions made her  feel quite tranquil and the struggling left her tired.  She sat while Mrs. Ault finished drying her hair.  Marcus was back with dark brown leather platforms and a new diamond collar.  Asia looked at it where it lay on the tabletop. 

     “That’s a verra  pretty collar for yer pussy,” Mrs. Ault admired it while she applied Asia’s makeup.  “That’s not from my shop.” 

     “No,” Marcus smiled and shook his head.  “I got it from a jeweler I know in New York.”

     Asia looked at it but didn’t try to pick it up.  Nice, it might have been in the newest shipment we just got in. Her office supplied jewelry to nearly ½ of the shops in the state.  She shook her head, she didn’t want to think about the office this weekend.  Her nasty fight with Janice at the staff meeting this morning was still too fresh.  She started to stir around, she wanted to stand up and walk around.  Mrs. Ault was too alert and immediately grasped the back of her neck                    and held tightly until she calmed down.

     “You can tell when they’re getting ready to bolt,” Marcus observed.  “You’ve been at this too long.”

     “Yes,” Mrs. Ault laughed. “Sometimes I’d sell tha’ place for a damn dollar, sand then like today I’d stay there fer nuthin’.  Sometimes bein’ in business is so great and others ‘tis terrible.”  Asia nodded while Mrs. Ault was speaking.  “So yer not a pussy all the time, eh?  It would be the life t’be a pampered pussy all day long.”  Mrs. Ault clicked it and the collar locked into place around Asia slender neck.

     “Actually she’s runs a big company in the city.  This weekend she’s my pussycat,” Marcus stood and patted her head.       

                                                                                       

     Mrs. Ault gathered Asia’s black hair together loosely at the back of her neck, and tied it with a tiny red ribbon.  Marcus had a very dark brown leather mask that matched the 7-inch platforms, to put over Asia’s head and the top of her face.  The mask had eyeholes, but didn’t  completely cover Asia’s nose.  The ears on the top were a very nice touch.  Mrs. Ault fitted it, the back had a cross strap that went under Asia’s long hair and clipped to the top of her collar. It wouldn’t slip nor fall off.            

    “With the dark mask and lighter lower face she looks a bit like a Siamese Pussy,” Mrs. Ault observed.  “At first I thought the heavy makeup might be too much, but with the mask she looks jus’ right.”  Mrs. Ault gently stroked under Asia’s chin, and slid her hand over Asia’s firm naked shoulders.    

     Mrs. Ault  turned to gather her things to go.  Asia bolted out the door and down the hall to the living room.  It was one thing to be dressed, but quite another to be petted like that.  Marcus walked Mrs. Ault to the door, and discretely handed her 2 $100 bills while Asia crouched behind the couch and watched.  She came out after the door closed.

 

The Party- Friday  - 7PM

 

     “I have a little surprise for you,” Marcus smiled at Asia.  He came from the bedroom where he had changed into a pair of sleek black leather trousers, matching sleeveless vest and pure white silk shirt, with long sleeves and tight cuffs.   It also had long pointed collar ends.

      “We’re going to a party, you’ll have a lot of fun.  You better act at least housebroken too,” he warned.

      I guess I better be good, Asia smiled at the opportunity to be a pussycat and have fun with a few people who didn’t know her, and nodded seriously. I’ll be good for him.

     Marcus snapped his thin chain leash to her collar, and led her to the front door.  Marcus didn’t even look out to see of the hall was clear before he led Asia out, she tried to pause at the doorway, but he didn’t give her the chance.  Marcus pulled her right out into the brightly lighted hall, and closed the door.  No one was walking by, she felt relieved.  It only lasted for a few minutes until 2 women came in from the parking lot.  They were both in their late 20’s and stopped talking and looked keenly at Asia, each had her mouth open.  They looked at each other and then back at Asia. 

     “My pussycat,” Marcus said proudly.

     “So I see,” said one of the women.  They both chuckled at that and went on.

     Marcus’ dark blue Jaguar sedan was in the first space outside.  He beeped the doors as they came near.  Marcus gallantly, opened the door for Asia and she sat on the tan leather seat.  Damn that’s cold!  Marcus went around to the other side and let himself in behind the wheel. 

     He started the powerful car and set out for the party. While they were driving he told Asia that the party was for a few slave masters and their subs.  Attending the little soiree would be 2 other pets, a doggy girl and a male who’s just a pet. 

     They drove through the dark streets for nearly an hour and Marcus pulled into the driveway at a big house sitting well back from the street.  There were several other cars in front of the house, all were nice cars.  That one looks like Janice’s silver  Mercedes. 

     Marcus came around to the passenger side and opened the door for Asia and led her out by the leash.  The night had cooled, she felt the chill as soon as she stepped out of the car door.  Marcus watched as Asia gave a little shiver, her breasts jiggled too.  She put her hands over her cold hardened nipples. 

     “Are you all right?” Marcus asked and chuckled.  “Be sure to get your hands down before we go inside.”  Asia smiled and nodded quickly.  I’ll show off nicely. 

     The left half of the big double door opened when Marcus reached for the doorbell, Asia wanted to die, right then. Janice!  

 

     “Hi Marcus, come on in,” Janice smiled hugely.  “Well it looks like you brought your pet, too.”  She reached out to stroke under the pussy’s chin.  Janice jerked back quickly when Asia hissed and spit at the hand.  “Ooh, she’s ferocious, I love it.”  Janice gushed.  She doesn’t recognize me.  They walked into the crowded house.

     “You’re the last ones,” Janice told Marcus. “I’m sure there are a few people here you don’t know,” she paused and leered. “Yet.”  She reached out and grabbed a gigantic man by the shoulder.  “Marcus, this is my brother, Mark.  How’s that for confusion.”  Mark reached out to shake with a huge hand that completely covered Marcus’ hand.  He looked like a Viking, with shaggy dark blonde hair and handlebar moustache. 

     “Six feet, eight inches,” he said with a surprisingly cultured voice.  “You wanted to ask, everybody wants to ask.  I’m pleased to meet you, sir.”

     “Sir?” Marcus was surprised.  “But I was curious, that’s quite tall.  What do you run, three-twenty-five?”  Mark nodded.

     “I work in your Atlanta office.  Research Department.”

     Asia reached her right hand out too, Mark didn’t grasp her hand, but reached out and totally enclosed it.  He squeezed firmly, but not too hard.  She understood he could do whatever he wanted with it.  Maybe he will, too.  She bent forward and licked the knuckle of his gigantic thumb.  Mark laughed, a deep rumbling noise that must have been audible for 2 blocks.

     “We’ll get back later,” Janice pulled Marcus into the room.  “This is my best friend, Alina.”  Janice stopped beside a pale, white-blonde woman, who looked to be in her early 30’s.  They were dressed identically.  They both wore snug black leather skirts, which was ankle length and had a matching tight bodice over a white silk blouse.  Their outfits included very pointed black leather mid-calf boots.  Their boots had moderately high heels.

     “Alina, this is Marcus.  I mentioned him last week while we were at lunch,” Janice nodded slowly.  Alina’s smile brightened.  “This is his pussycat, be careful she’s vicious.”

     “We’ll have to work on that,” Alina didn’t smile, but she looked at Asia like she was 112 pounds of fresh meat.  Asia saw that Alina was holding the end of a leash.  She followed it to the neck of a short naked man.  He seemed to trying to hide behind Alina.  The man appeared to be several years younger than Alina.  He had light brown hair and bright blue eyes, the same as Alina’s.   

     He didn’t look too comfortable in the group, he was constantly trying to keep his feet moving.  He seemed afraid someone might step on his toes. She made no attempt to introduce him.

     “When we sit, the slaves,” Janice looked toward Asia, “and pets can wait on the patio.  I have some seats out there for them. 

     “If you allow them on the furniture.”  Alina added.  Coldly eying Asia..

     “That probably won’t work too well,” Marcus spoke up. “I don’t want to let her out.  If she gets outside I’ll spend most of the night looking for her.  She’ll run around in the backyards and gardens until dawn.” 

     “I’ll fix her a saucer of milk before we dine and she’ll probably just take a little catnap,” Janice suggested.  Marcus nodded his approval.  Mark got him to go into the other room for a drink.

 

     Asia watched as one of the caterers brought a small bowl of real cream to Janice, who set it on the counter near the door.  She set it on the end and turned to Asia.

     “There you go Pussycat,” she smiled.  “Will this help fill your hungry belly?”  She gently stroked Asia’s cheek.  “Mmm, she’s sweet, Alina,”  Janice turned.

     “If you like that sort of thing,” Alina said coldly.                                                                                                        

     “Well you know that I do,” Janice snickered.

     Asia slipped slowly onto the counter top, looking around as thought it may be a trap.  With Alina around she really wasn’t sure.  She moved forward to the bowl and leaned forward.  It was the first thing she’d had to eat since breakfast.  Ooh, it’s cold, too. 

     Janice stepped closer and gently stroked Asia’s sleek back.  Asia arched her back and followed Janice’s hand all the way down.  When Janice’s hand reached her bottom she leaned to the bowl again.  Janice started over at the back of her neck and slowly caressed Asia’s back, she was intrigued by the way Asia arched all the way down when petted. 

      “Marcus, are you sure this isn’t a kitty that looks like a woman?  I llloove this.”  This time she ran over the curve of Asia’s bottom when she got to the end.  Her fingers brushed Asia’s anus, and Asia shivered at the unexpected contact.

     “Alina, she likes this, watch,” Janice said as she continued to fondle Asia’s anus and cheeks.  Asia moved her knees apart and arched her back even more for Janice to fondle. 

     Janice stroked Asia’s back again and was rewarded by the reaction Asia made.  This time  Asia stayed in the arch, with her knees spread and her pussy splayed open.  Janice continued past Asia’s butt and anus so she could insert her fingers inside.

 

Asia: Friday 9:30PM

 

     When we got to Marcus’ party, it was at beautiful house just out of town in a nice area. I thought I saw Janice’s car there.  She went out and purchased a silver Mercedes about 2 days after I got my silver Audi.  She said it was because she was so impressed with German cars, but she told everyone that hers was ‘sooo’ much more expensive and a better car. 

     Marcus opened the door for me, and it was COLD out by then.  It made my little nipples stand right out.   I put my hands up to keep warm. He told me to get my hands down before we went inside.  I hissed at him, but I don’t think he heard. 

     We got to the door and just as Marcus reached for to button, the door opened, I wanted to dry up and blow away right there.  It was Janice. 

 

     She opened the door  farther, she seemed to know Marcus was bringing his pussycat.  When she saw me she tried to pet my head.  I hissed and snarled at her and she jerked her hand back.  I was amazed she didn’t recognize me.

     My bare boobies were getting cold and I wanted to go inside.  Janice stepped back so we could get in the door and she wanted to introduce Marcus to her brother Mark. Really.  I was amazed, this guy was a giant.  He said he was 6-feet and 8-inches tall.  He had beautiful shaggy blonde hair.

     After he shook hands with Marcus I put my hand out, I just wanted to see how big he really was.  When he took my hand, he just wrapped it entirely.  He smiled down at me and I wanted to leap on him right there.   It’s always been my fantasy to be ravished by a giant, and here he was.  I leaned toward his hand, if he squeezed too hard I was going to bite him.  He was very nice, so I just gave his gargantuan thumb a fast lick.

     I always notice jewelry and when I saw his gold watchband, I was stunned.  It would have made a nice collar for me.  It had to be that big.  Mark was wearing a white silk jersey turtle necked shirt under his dark blue blazer and medium gray trousers.  He probably had to have everything custom made.  I wondered who measured for his under shorts, and if they needed any help.

     Janice’s girlfriend Alina was right there too, and Janice introduced her.  They looked like the Bobbsey Twins, dressed just alike.  Long black leather skirts and leather bodices with white silk blouses underneath just like Marcus’s white silk shirt.  

     Alina was almost as tall as Janice and me too, with my really high heels. She had her boyfriend with her, this short guy, who looks about 10 years younger than she does.  He’s not too bad looking and has startling blue eyes.  He was naked tonight and had a collar and leash that Alina held onto. 

     I heard Janice tell Marcus that the pets and slaves would have to wait out on the patio during dinner.  Marcus came to my rescue and said I’d run off if I was left outside, and that he didn’t have time to feed me earlier.

     Janice had one of her caterers bring her a bowl of milk and she put it on the counter,  She led me to it and urged me to get up there.  I was still so amazed that she didn’t recognize me and too anxious not to go along with it.

     Besides my exhibitionistic nature was coming out now that I was feeling less concerned about Janice finding me out.  So I slipped up onto the counter and took a sip from the bowl.  It was real cream and cold, I liked the taste.

When Janice started petting my back, I arched the whole length of my spine as she stroked.  She went crazy over it.  She started petting me even more and farther over my bottom.  It was very exciting to have her doing this, especially after this morning, at the staff meeting.  She was petting me and feeling me up and she didn’t even know who it was.  She even asked Marcus if he brought a real kitty cat.  I was getting so very aroused.                                                  

     When she touched my anus I almost tipped my milk over.  I moved my knees apart so she could get her hand in there better. The next time she stroked her hand down my back I stayed as arched as I could, I hoped she would keep her fingers there this time.  She slowly inserted her index  finger into my pussy, I tried to hold still so she could keep it up.

     “Janice, what have you got there?” a woman that I couldn’t see interrupted.  Janice knew her because she stopped to talk to her.  I went back to sipping my cream, but I kept my back arched hoping Janice would get back to me soon.         Janice stepped up by my head while I lapped. They were talking about the office, and Janice’s argument with me.  I listened to them, while Janice played with my neck and stroked my shoulder.  I took that opportunity to look around and saw Elaine Proter, Janice’s secretary.   She was wearing a tiny black satin and white lace French maid outfit and a black leather collar.  The top part was completely see-thru and Elaine’s big boobs were totally exposed.  Just like all of me!

     “I just don’t see how anyone could treat you that way, Janice,” she was saying.  Janice was getting a little pissed and she started squeezing my neck harder.  I growled and hissed at her and she pulled her hand back.

     “I’m so sorry pussycat, now my mean old boss is hurting you too,” Janice sounded so sorry.  “You don’t even know her.”  Neither do you.  She turned back to Elaine, “Well you better go out on the patio with the rest, while we dine, baby.” 

     “May I lick your finger off first?” she asked Janice.  She had seen Janice’s finger in my pussy.  Janice stood there with one hand on my neck and Elaine sucking one of the fingers on her other.

     “Leave it real wet when you’re done, Elaine,” Janice cautioned.  Elaine finished and left to go out outside.  Janice ran her hand down my back all the way to my butt.  When she got there she put her wet finger against my anus and unhurriedly pushed it inside.  I looked around and hissed at her.  She pushed and pulled right there in front of everyone.  I couldn’t believe how that turned me on.  I really loved it.

     Someone called her and said it was time for dinner, she pulled her finger out and started to leave. Oh god, NO not right now!

     She left to go wash her hands and I jumped down from the counter, I headed across the dark carpeted floor to the clear sliding-glass door.  My butt tingled and I wanted to go outside. 

     It opened when I got there.  Elaine was going out to join the others on the patio. I slipped out with her, Just like a pussycat,  and didn’t let her get a good look at me, just in case.  I went out into the dark end and found the screen door unlocked.  I pushed my hip against it and it opened for me. 

     I got out into the cool dark night , I just wanted to get out of sight for a while.  I went around the side of the house staying close to the dark green Spirea bushes along the side of the house and garage.  I even took time to pee between the manicured bushes.  I started to get away from the house until I was stopped right there in my tracks.  Mark’s giant hand was on my shoulder, Where did he come from?  he changed his grip to grasp the back of my neck. 

     “You’re not supposed to be out her little pussy,” his deep voice shook me.  His hand wrapped almost all the way around my neck.  When I tried to escape he lifted me right off the ground.  I growled and snarled at him, and swung my arms and legs.  It sort of surprised him and he almost dropped me.  He put his other hand under my butt to keep me from getting away.  Mark’s huge middle finger was right against my anus, he shoved the dry finger into me.  Oouch. That’s huge!

     I kicked and struggled and hissed and spit and tried to scratch him and everything else I could think of to get away.  He easily carried me back to the house and inside where dinner was being served. 

     Janice had a large black-wire kennel brought in from the garage and Mark effortlessly stuffed me into it, and then he carried it into the dining room and set it between the fireplace and the glass patio door.

     I was so mad, he had carried me in so effortlessly and stuffed me in the big dog kennel and just left me there.  I couldn’t get the door opened my really long nails were in the way.

    

Marcus: Friday – 10PM

 

     I heard a commotion at the front door and looked up to see Big Mark  If that isn’t his name, it should be,  come in the door, he was carrying Asia by the nape of her neck.  She was kicking and swinging her arms around, and spitting at him.  He just carried her along and had a big smile on his face, beneath that big wide handlebar.  He set her on her feet and he kept her by the neck.  Someone brought a big wire dog-kennel in and opened it for him.  He just picked her up again and stuffed her into it. 

     She was pissed off, I don’t know all the details but I guessed that she got outside, and was caught by Mark.  She should have enjoyed it, she’s told me several times she would like a really big man to just take and do what ever he wishes with her, or to her, or both.  It looked like she got her wish, he seemed to be doing just what he wanted and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it. 

     She sat in the kennel and growled and snarled.  Damned if she didn’t sound just like a cat.  Not a sweet pussycat either but a feral feline, she was great. 

     I watched as Asia messed with the spring latch on the door but couldn’t get it open.  I went back to my steak dinner and talked with Big Mark when he came to the table. 

     He went out to his rental car to get something and saw Asia slink around the side of the house.  He waited by the bushes and she came walking right by, all he had to do was pick her up by the scruff of the neck and bring her inside.

     Janice was really interested, she had some sort of thing about a pet pussycat.  Her eyes lit up and she kept licking her lips.  Before long she suggested that we go to a bistro she knew of for an aperitif.

     I looked toward Asia, but Janice assured she would be safe there, and we wouldn’t be gone too long.

 

Friday – 11PM

 

     Asia heard them planning to go out for a drink and she didn’t really believe Marcus would go off and leave her alone in the kennel.  Asia perked up when she heard Mark said he was too tired to go out and said he would watch over the pussycat. 

     Janice, Alina and Marcus left in just a little bit and Mark pulled one of the dark walnut chairs from the dinner table up by the kennel and sat beside it.  Alina’s naked slave boy and Janice’s catering girls cleared the table and put the dishes in the washer.

     “Are you still hungry?” Mark asked Asia.  She looked down and then grudgingly nodded. 

     “If I bring you food will you be good for me?”  Asia smiled and shrugged.

     “No promises?”  She shook her head. 

     “I love this,” Mark said.  Asia smiled at him and looked at the patio door.

     “I’ll take you out first?” Mark suggested. Asia nodded enthusiastically.    “When we get back we’ll see about food.”  He unlatched the door and reached in to grab her by the neck.  My poor neck will sore tomorrow.

     “That’s quite some collar,” Mark said as he clipped a leash to Asia.  “Diamonds?”  Asia smiled and nodded again.  And I’m worth it!   He took Asia out through the sliding door.  They crossed the tile floor, passed the bright blue pool and Mark opened the screen door. 

     Asia stopped close to the hedge and backed into the bushes.  She squatted and just looked at Mark.

     “Go ahead,” he said.  “I’m not letting you out of my sight.”  Asia sighed and relaxed, she urinated.  When she was done she shook her bottom a little and stood to go back inside.  Mark smiled and led her in.

     “Ah, looks like your dinner is prepared,” he chuckled a little.  “Go back inside.”  They stopped in front of the kennel, and he held the door.  There was a small dish of Fancy Feast Cat Food sitting inside the kennel.

     “Get in there and eat it,” Mark said when she hesitated.  “I’ll put you in there if necessary.”  Asia sighed and got into the kennel.  She knelt in front of the tiny dish.  Asia didn’t want to eat the foul smelling concoction, but she was so hungry. 

     “Eat The Damned Cat Food.”  Asia jumped and leaned forward.  She slowly licked the stuff.  It was terrible.  She made a face and pulled back.  Mark sat back down by the kennel and just watched her.  Asia took a few more tastes and then she started eat.  Tears trickled down her cheeks while she ate the cat food.

     “Lick out the dish too,” Mark ordered.  She looked up and nodded, then went back to her meal.  She finished and sat back looking toward Mark.

     “Got it all cleaned?” He asked, looking closely at the dish.  He was trying to find the tiniest fleck of cat food.  There was none, the little crystal bowl looked just out of the washer.  Mark opened the kennel and led Asia out by her leash. 

     They walked through Janice’s darkened house and up the wide marble stairs.  Asia saw that Janice had several nice paintings and even a Degas original at the top of the stairs.

 

Asia: Friday – 11PM

 

     I couldn’t believe that Marcus was going out with Janice and Alina, and leaving me here.  When Mark said he was all done for the day and wouldn’t be going anywhere, I perked right up.  Whoever had the doggy-girl, that I only saw momentarily, left with her.  She was really small and had very curly auburn hair,  on her head and between her legs.  She wore some kind of heavy mittens over her hands so she was about helpless.  I preferred the effectiveness and evil reputation afforded to pussycats.  But I still couldn’t open the damn kennel door.  Everyone at the party said their good-byes, leaving only Marcus, Mark, Janice, Alina and of course her slave-boy.  The others left for their drink, right after that.

     Mark dragged a chair from the dining table to the side of the kennel and sat with his feet up on the kennel.  After a few minutes he asked me if I was hungry, I nodded.  When he wanted me to promise to be good, I shook my head no.  I really needed to pee first though.  Mark took me outside on a leash and stopped so I could pee in the hedge.  We stopped in almost the same spot that I used before.

     He stood there and watched while I went and then led me back inside, to eat my dinner.  I was aghast, it was real cat food in a little crystal dish, I decided that maybe I wasn’t so hungry after all.  Mark said I had to get into the kennel or he would put me there.  I knew he could do just that, so I slipped through the door again.  I knelt by the dish and tried a taste, it was awful.  Even though I was hungry I really didn’t want that.

     “Eat that food,” Mark yelled at me.  I jumped and then tried again.  After I finished most of it he told me to lick the dish clean too.  I ate and licked the dish with tears in my eyes.  I did my usual obsessive best and the little dish was sparkling when I was finished.  He even checked to make sure I licked it clean.

     He reached into the kennel and took me out by the leash.  I got out to quickly avoid any extra pressure on my neck.  Mark snapped my leash on and led me through Janice’s tastefully decorated house.  Even though most of the lights were out, I could see that she had done well with the decorating.  She had very nice artwork and several very well done and expensive renditions of famous art.  We went up the curved pale beige marble stairs and at the top I saw an original Degas.  It was lighted from a tiny spotlight in the ceiling.

     Mark led me along the bare marble hallway to a room at the end on the right.  We went into a rather small bedroom with an enormous bed in the center; it was the centerpiece of the room.  The bed must have been at least 8 feet long and 5 feet wide, just huge and at least 4 feet above the floor. 

      I stood by as Mark took his coat off and kicked off his black loafers.  I was getting hot – and wet – just watching him.  When he lifted his arms and pulled his white turtleneck off, Oh My God! I was in awe.  He had huge arms.  His chest was massive, great-corded muscles stretched over other great corded muscles.  I couldn’t think of anything else to say.  There couldn’t have been more than 2 or maybe 3 ounces of fat anywhere on him and just two lines of muscular squares made up his 32-inch waist. 

     The closer he got to naked the more aroused I was.  I wanted to help, so I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.  It was hard with my claws.  I really wanted to see if his penis was as big as the promise from the rest.  When he was down to his white and blue pinstripe boxers, he sat on the side of the bed.  I tried to reach into the front of his shorts, but he wouldn’t let me.

     He picked up a light blue and pink tube of lube from the drawer in the  nightstand, opened it and very carefully dropped the cap in the right front corner of the drawer.  He pulled me closer so that I stood between his knees and turned me to the left.  I was a bit put off, because he didn’t even say anything to me.  He just pushed me where he wanted, but I was doing my best to be a pussycat. 

     Mark closed his legs over mine and forced me over his left leg.  He pinned me between his knees and held me down with his left arm pressing on my back. Mark heavily lubed his right index finger and then started greasing my anus.  NO.  I didn’t want him to do that.  I started to struggle and tried to get away, but it didn’t do any good, I was not going anywhere. 

     When I relaxed a bit, he added more lube, and another extra large finger.  It did feel ok, not what I expected.  I was starting to get more stimulated; the sensations were not too bad.  Actually the sensations were becoming damned nice.    I was wondering if he intended to force a third finger into my stretched anus.  I didn’t have to worry long, in just a few minutes, I yelped as he pushed another finger into my little Not anymore hole.  I was so turned on that I didn’t care if he stuffed his whole hand into me.

     He pulled his fingers out of my anus and grasped my waist.  Mark stood and lifted me easily and turned around quickly.   He laid me half on the bed, and forced my dangling legs open so he could step between my thighs from the rear.  I heard fabric rip as he pulled his boxers off and he grasped his penis just below the head.  Slowly he inserted it fully into my rear.  Oooohh!  I’m sure it was no bigger than all three of his fingers, but I still hadn’t seen it.  He began pumping in and out  powerfully.  I’d never allowed anyone to get into my anus, even Marcus  but  I was so stimulated by him that I didn’t even care.  The pain he started was forgotten, lost in my exhilaration.

     I was getting closer and closer, when I felt him jerk a little and then a hot flood in my guts.  Then he stopped pushing and lifted me, he stood and turned around without pulling out.  Mark sat on the bed and kept me impaled on his huge penis.  He started lifting me up and down on his member. 

     When I did cum I felt tremendous pressure all through my whole body.  My temples pounded and my vision went dark.  I swear!  I’ve never felt anything remotely like it.  Mark pulled me close to his chest and laid over on the bed, he curled up to me and I could feel him against my bottom.  His big penis was still in my anus.  I tried to struggle a little, but he was so strong and I was so tired and sleepy after all that.

 

     I woke and I could see the sunlight streaming through the light blue sheer curtains.  Mark still held me and his penis was still in my anus, but not hard now.  He was sound asleep, and I found I could move around so I slipped out of his arms, as I moved away his penis slipped out of my anus.

 

Saturday: 6AM

 

     Asia skulked silently through Janice’s house and found Marcus sleeping on a very nice gray tweed sofa at the base of the stairs.  She woke him gently and carefully.  When he woke, he smiled at her and then pointed toward the door.  Asia nodded with slight little movements.  Marcus held up his leash and Asia sighed and stepped forward, she lifted her chin so he could snap it on her collar. 

     When they walked by the kitchen, Asia stopped.  Marcus came back to see what was up.  She went in and pulled several paper towels from the roll and folded them.  Marcus smiled and nodded.  They went outside and into the breaking dawn. 

     The morning was quite cold and made Asia’s pink nipples stand out she was covered with Goosebumps.  She had to stop to urinate by the Spirea hedge before they got to the Jaguar.  Putting her hands over her nipples didn’t help the rest of her.  They crossed the lawn to Marcus’ Jaguar, to get underway.  Asia placed several layers of towel on the seat before she sat.

     The lot in front of Marcus’ adult apartment was totally vacant when they arrived.  No one and no other cars were even in the lot.  Marcus led Asia to his door, she waited while he rummaged through his pockets for the key.  A door opened down the hall as Marcus opened his door.  They stepped inside and closed the door, as voices casually passed.  

     Marcus led Asia to the bath to take a shower.  He undressed by the bed, and draped his leather vest and pants over a straight-backed chair  by the door.  He carelessly dropped his silk shirt in the hamper to go to the cleaners.  Lastly his shorts and socks went into the laundry basket.

     They went into the bath and Marcus turned the shower on as hot as he could stand, almost as hot as Asia preferred.  She sat on the toilet seat while Marcus unlocked her collar and the little padlocks on her ankle straps.  She opened her mouth to get him to take the special bridges holding her fangs and tongue depressor, but he just smiled and shook his head no.  He pointed toward the shower, Asia sighed and went in to get washed off.

    Marcus soaped himself while Asia stood close-by, waiting for him to finish.  Asia could really wash herself, but she enjoyed Marcus’ attention.  Her long nails made washing hazardous. 

     When he was done washing himself, he started with Asia’s hair.  He shampooed her head carefully and slowly.  She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, enjoying every moment.  Marcus finished and gave her time to thoroughly rinse her long hair.

     He started on top of her shoulders and back, when he got to the base of her spine he knelt to bathe her feet and ankles.  Marcus soaped her legs languidly and worked his way up her legs and thighs.  He stood while she rinsed her legs.

     She stepped back to give him better access to her front, so he could wash her breasts, nipples and belly.  When he was done, he directed her to turn and rinse by making a twirling motion with his right hand.

     “I’ll be careful,” he assured her as he poured more soap from the bottle.  Asia stood so he could wash her shapely bottom and moved her feet apart so he could wash her anus.  Marcus was good to his word, as he carefully washed the dried lube from her distressed anus.  She turned around so he could wash her pussy too.  Marcus was very careful, he didn’t know if she had been stretched there too.  When he looked up to her face she just shrugged and shook her head, no.

     “Sorry,” he said.  “Maybe another time.”  She slowly shook her head again.  There would be no more times for her with Mark. Too much like his sister.  She hissed and smiled at him.  They were done washing and got out of the shower.  Asia could dry herself, the long claws were not dangerous with a towel. 

     After getting Asia’s hair dried and brushed out, they climbed onto Marcus’ new 4-post bed and went to sleep immediately.  Marcus lay on his back and she curled up beside him with her head on his left shoulder.

 

To be continued…..

 

Ahead: Cats and Dogs.

 

Pussycat II

©By Pttwyn and Asia

 

Note – This is a work of fiction – any similarities between any persons…..etc.

 

This collaboration between Asia &Pttwyn  as follows : Illustrations and Inspiration provided by our very own Asia.  The writing was by Pttwyn.  Technical skills provided by MSWord.

Do not try this at home – We are what you may call experts {Really} especially Asia.

 

 

 

Pussycat, Pussycat, I love you.

Ooh Yess, I do.

                               Tom Jones

 

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Saturday: 2PM

 

     Asia and Marcus woke about 2PM and had a small breakfast of coffee and cereal.  Marcus sat at the polished oak table in the small breakfast nook, and he put Asia’s in a bowl on the floor, she wasn’t happy about it but Marcus wouldn’t pick it up.  So Asia ate her oatmeal with tiny apple bits from the huge blue pastel bowl as she knelt.  Marcus poured in plenty of milk, so she could lap it.  Better than the damned cat-food  The coffee she drank from a cup, but she had to stay on the floor.  Marcus read the paper at the table while he ate.  He wouldn’t do the crossword while Asia was there; she regularly finished it with a ballpoint pen.

 

    They spent the rest of the afternoon in the exercise room or mini-gymnasium.  The facility was on the same floor in the 2-story apartment building as his apartment.  Marcus had exclusive use of the steel weights and chromed exercise equipment there; he had his own key for entrance.  No one else in the building was even remotely interested in using it.  Asia’s favorite machine was the elliptical trainer.  It gave her a great workout without a lot of leg stress.  She even wore her black high heels.  

      A couple from the other end of the hallway went out to jog together.  They went out dressed just alike.  Today it was red shorts, yellow singlets, with white running shoes.  Give me a break.  That was as close as anyone here came to exercising, so Marcus was not concerned with interruptions, they had the entire facility to themselves.

     “Let’s go have a shower,” he gently squeezed Asia’s shoulder.  It was slick with sweat, “and we can get ready for this evening.  Oooh what now? Their steps muffled as he led her along the bright green outdoor carpet on the hallway.  Asia was the first naked pussycat to ever workout in the little gym. 

 

Saturday 6PM – The Doggygirl

 

     After working out Marcus led Asia  back to his apartment for a shower.  They just finished when the doorbell chimed.  Mrs. Ault again, this time all she had to do was make-up.  There was no mask today either. 

     The doorbell chimed again just a few minutes after Mrs. Ault left, and Marcus let in a young woman, with bright yellow blonde hair, she had her doggygirl with her.  Asia was watching from her favorite hiding place, behind the couch.  It was the same cute and naked doggy-girl, with curly auburn hair, from the party last night. 

     Mitzi was just 4 feet, 9 inches tall and weighed only 80 pounds.  She had short curly auburn hair on her head and on her lower belly.  Her pubic hair was thick but thinned and grew upwards almost to her navel, and her pussy lips were naturally hairless.  Mitzi’s chest was nearly flat, with two tiny pink button nipples.  

     The woman, Mitzi’s owner, was about 25 and wore a stunning deep brown sable coat, Marcus made small talk as he took the hip length coat and hung it in the little closet by the door.  Under the coat she had a light gray mini-dress that showed off her shapely legs and exquisite figure.  Her top was very small barely covering her full breasts, and her hard nipples pushed the soft clinging fabric out.

     “Nice to see you again, Rachel,” Marcus said as he hung her coat in the closet.  “You look very nice tonight.”

     “Thanks Marcus,” she smiled back at him.  “Mom says hello, too.”

     “I talked to her on the phone earlier.”

     “Where’s your pussycat?”  Rachel asked and looking around.  “Mitzi was interested when I told her about it.  Real interested.”  She reached around Mitzi’s slender shoulders and pulled the tiny doggygirl close.  “She’s a sweetheart.”

     “So I see.  Asia’s around here somewhere,” Marcus looked around the room.  “Come out here pussycat.  We’ve got someone for you to meet.”

     Asia came out from behind the couch and sidled carefully up to Marcus.  She looked around from behind Marcus; her breasts joggled as he roughly pulled her out in front. She watched the puppy girl warily. 

     “Mitzi, come,” Rachel went into the living room and made herself at home on the couch.  The tiny girl followed her into the room and squatted on the floor by the woman’s right foot.  Marcus and Asia followed, Marcus sat on Rachel’s left, at the very end of the couch and Asia knelt between them.  Mitzi had her feet flat on the floor and her bottom hovered about an inch off the beige carpet.  Her lower pussy was bare, and her large lips parted to expose very red inner tissues. 

     She had a U-shaped white plastic oral insert, it crossed her tongue and pressed the rear of it down, similar to Asia’s, but she didn’t have any fangs.  She couldn’t speak, she could growl, whine, Please save me, and whimper.  The insert was clamped tightly to her back teeth, Mitzi wore flat heeled, tan leather sandals, and she had matching leather mitts that kept her hands half-curled.  The mitts covering her hands were not removable without help.  She was dependent on Rachel, Marcus younger sister, for everything.

 

     When Asia came closer, Mitzi got excited and began to stir.  She wanted to go meet Asia.  She began to whimper and yelp excitedly.  Finally she couldn’t hold back and rushed closer.

     Asia hissed and pulled her hand back, claws ready.  When Mitzi stopped her big brown eyes and pouting lower lip looked so forlorn that Asia put her hand down and let Mitzi come closer.  Mitzi came right up to Asia’s neck and licked the side of her face, but she also gave her tiny kisses between the licks.  Mitzi leaned closer and kissed and licked Asia’s neck and ears, and the side of Asia’s face and corner of her mouth.  Mitzi gave her a tiny kiss that ended in a little lick into the corner of her mouth.  That’s not too bad! Asia returned the kiss, carefully so her fangs didn’t catch Mitzi.  They both stayed crouched on the floor and Mitzi continued her explorations of Asia’s face and neck. 

     Mitzi expertly nibbled Asia’s earlobe while she gently held Asia’s head with her paw-like hands.  She moved on to lick and kiss Asia’s shoulders and breasts.  Mitzi gave special attention to Asia’s brown nipples, licking and kissing and sucking for several minutes.  She got Asia to lie back on the carpet, by pressing gently on her shoulders.  Asia reclined on the beige carpet right in front of Rachel’s stocking-clad feet.

     Mitzi moved on down Asia’s sleek body, licking over her flat belly and down the front of her firmly muscled left thigh.  Mitzi licked and kissed all the way to Asia’s left ankle.  Then Mitzi moved back a few inches and hooked her hands over Asia’s right hip and the curve of Asia’s side and pulled, gently rolling Asia onto her belly.  She began licking at Asia’s right ankle and worked her way up to the back of Asia’s right knee.  Mitzi so very gently kissed the soft delicate flesh behind Asia’s knee.  Asia shivered and gasped; Mitzi’s tongue and lips were so wonderful.

     “Whew, Mitzi is really good,” Rachel, said to Marcus, in a breathy whisper.  “I love it when she does that for me.”  I know, I know!  Mitzi pushed Asia’s thighs apart and then moved to kneel between.  She continued to lick and kiss up the back of Asia’s firm right thigh.  When she reached the top, she put her half closed hands under Asia’s hips and lifted, Asia raised her hips up slightly from the floor and highly arched her back.  Mitzi licked Asia between her thighs up to her bottom and pussy.

     “Mitzi has a huge tongue,” Rachel said proudly.  “Do you remember those singers who wore all the black and white make-up?”  Marcus nodded, “and the lead singer had a really long tongue?  He had nothing on Mitzi.”  Rachel opened her purse and removed a gigantic red vibrator dildo.  She leaned forward and put her hand on Mitzi’s petite lower back.  Mitzi licked Asia’s pussy and buried her long tongue in Asia’s vagina and she raised her bottom high up for Rachel.  Then Rachel pushed the long pulsing tool into Mitzi’s pussy.

     She pushed the dildo in and pulled out very slowly.  She continued to work it in deeper until the entire 12 inches was fully inside Mitzi.  She pressed a little button on the end and the vibrations increased. 

     Asia started to cum, and Mitzi pulled her tongue out of Asia’s wet pussy and licked to Asia’s very sensitive anus.  She sweetly licked and then introduced the full length of her amazing tongue into Asia’s anus.  She continued to lick when Asia’s first crashing orgasm started.

     As the intensity increased Mitzi pushed her tongue as far as she could, and she curled the very end of it.  Asia cried out and Mitzi whimpered, too.  The vibrating dildo was arousing her to orgasm too. 

     “No!  You were a bad girl this morning,” Rachel switched it off and quickly pulled it out.  “I told you no orgasm until tomorrow.”  Mitzi whined and whimpered.  “No, none,” Rachel repeated.

     “I’m amazed that whole dildo goes into her,” Marcus observed.  “She’s so small, it’s a wonder that there’s room in there for it.”

     “Yeah, I was surprised the first time I saw how deep she goes.”  Mitzi continued her ministrations to Asia’s anus as Asia had another cataclysmic orgasm.  Mitzi’s face was pressed into Asia from the rear, and her bottom was raised up, she wriggled her butt.  She finished and completely licked Asia’s entire bottom, from her thighs to the small of her back. 

     She was having a great time; she reveled in her role as a doggygirl.  She often wished she could live her life as a doggygirl.  Her wriggling bottom testified to this.  She was miffed at Rachel for not finishing her orgasm.  She crouched sulking where Rachel ordered her to wait while washing the vibrator.

 

Asia: Saturday – 6PM

 

     After we worked out in the little exercise room down the hall from Marcus’ apartment we went back for showers.  Marcus helped me bathe; the claws made it a hazardous chore to wash myself.  It wasn’t impossible, but I liked his attentions.  It also made me feel more like his little pet, because he had to take care of me.  Although not necessarily just the way I wanted.  Ah well, the hazards of being an animal.  I could dry myself with a towel, and after he got the blow dryer turned on I could use it.

     We were just finished and the doorbell rang, Marcus let Mrs. Ault in so she could do my make-up and hair again.  Today she used a light blue ribbon to hold my hair back.  She was nice to me again today, but she made me sit still.  When she was done she gave me a little caress on my shoulder, and said she hoped she might see me again.  I purred for her, and gave her a little lick on the back of her hand.

     “She certainly seems a proper pussy,” she said to Marcus as they walked to the door.  “It looks like delicious, wicked fun.”   She had just left when the doorbell rang again.

     It was Marcus sister Rachel, we’d never met, but I knew who she was.  She had the same tiny doggygirl from the party last night.  The girl was a pretty little thing with very curly auburn hair, and transparent alabaster skin.  I could see her blue veins through that delicate skin.  She was very pale, even her nipples were a very pale pink hue.  She had a very pretty figure.  Her waist was tiny  and flared to small hips, but she was flat.  All she had on her chest were the two little pink nipples.  She even had very dark brown eyes, just like a puppy-dog.   

      I didn’t realize Rachel was at the party last night, but I only saw the doggygirl for a few minutes.  Of course I wasn’t actually introduced to anyone except Mark. 

Marcus made small talk as he put Rachel’s beautiful sable coat in the closet.  She was wearing a rich gray silk jersey mini dress that had a top so small that it barely covered her boobs.  I stayed behind the couch and watched, I didn’t know the doggygirl so I wasn’t coming out. 

     I hid there until Marcus called me, I came out slowly and tried to stay behind him, he grabbed me by the arm and pulled me right out in front.  We all went into the living room and they sat on the couch, while Mitzi and I stayed on the floor.  She squatted, and looked for everything like a dog sitting.  I was amazed; it was so neat to see.

     I went closer to see this and she began to whine Really and stir around.  She finally came over to me, I let her sniff my neck and left ear.  Then she gave me a tiny lick.  As soon as she did she gave me a quick kiss too.  When I didn’t jump back she began to lick and kiss my cheek and then the corner of my mouth.  It was so sweet and it started to arouse me a little bit.  I returned the kiss carefully so my fangs didn’t hurt her.  Mitzi’s thin pink lips were so soft and she tasted scrumptious.

     She began to lick and kiss me all over both of my shoulders and licked all across my back, and then my breasts.  Mitzi licked my nipples with her huge tongue, repeatedly, almost too much.  I lay back on the floor and she kept licking and kissing me.

     We were right in front of Rachel as she sat on the couch, with her knees together and turned to her right.  Mitzi worked her way down my belly, I was a little disappointed when she skipped my pussy and went down my left leg.  I wasn’t disappointed for long, it started to really get to me, and my pussy was getting real wet.  When she got to my ankle, she reached over me and rolled me over so my right side was available to her.  She started licking and kissing up the back of my right calf.  When she got to the back of my knee she slowed and carefully kissed and licked the inside of my knee. 

     I was just about helpless, Mitzi’s tongue and kisses were so hot.  She was really good at it too.  She pushed my legs apart and moved between my thighs and resumed licking slowly up the back of my right thigh.

     When she reached the top, she reached under my hips and effortlessly lifted my bottom up.  I was amazed how strong she was, she just lifted me right up.  I arched my back and stayed where she placed me.  Mitzi’s long tongue worked between my sensitive pussy lips.  Ooh, my god!  She slid her tongue into me, it felt so big. 

     Suddenly she came alive, she seemed to enjoy this more than I did.  Mitzi licked from my sopping pussy to my anus, I had a deeply intense orgasm right then.  She didn’t stop she continued to lick and push her tongue into me.  She made my anus tingle, I forgot all about last night and Mark’s assault of my rectum.  I could feel her tongue as she licked inside my butt.  I started to moan and sob, it was so much more intense that last night.  I decided right then that I didn’t like men anymore, I wanted this little doggygirl for my own. 

     I nearly fainted when I had another hot orgasm.  Then I heard Rachel tell Mitzi that she was a bad doggy earlier and couldn’t do something until tomorrow and Mitzi whimpered, but she didn’t stop until I had another orgasm. 

     After rolling onto my back, I lay on the floor and didn’t feel like moving.   Mitzi was still whimpering about something, I reached out to touch her slender little thigh.  She looked at me and smiled.  Mitzi kissed me on my lower belly, but Rachel made her stop before she could lick my pussy again. Thankfully  I wasn’t sure I could take it again.

 

Sunday – 12AM

 

     Mitzi whined when Rachel wouldn’t let her lick Asia’s pussy again.  She wanted it shaved so that she could lick more.  Even though Asia had trimmed her hair Mitzi really liked the texture of bare skin, she didn’t care for all the hair. 

     “Mitzi, sit,” Rachel ordered.  Mitzi stomped to the couch and sat by Rachel’s left foot.  She crouched on her feet, her little bottom hovered above the floor.  Mitzi was so aroused that she couldn’t sit still, while Rachel was washing the vibrator, so she shifted and squirmed.  Marcus and Rachel had coffee while Mitzi and Asia were on the floor.

     “Mitzi, sit still.  Quit movin’ around, damn…” Rachel said with a wry smile.  “If you can’t be still, it’ll be another day before I let you cum.”  Asia hissed at Rachel.  “My-my, looks like you have a fan, Mitzi.”  Rachel gently stroked Mitzi’s head.

 

     “Mitzi, do you know what time it is?” Rachel asked, as she set down her coffee cup and picked up her purse, but she didn’t wait for an answer.  “It’s 12:40, you know that means it’s ‘tomorrow’.”  Mitzi’s face lighted up, she moved quickly in front of Rachel and knelt, facing to Rachel’s left.  She pressed her right cheek to the floor and raised her behind up and wriggled it.  She was very excited, and was waiting for Rachel to get the giant red vibrator out again.

     Rachel pulled it from her purse and slowly pushed it into Mitzi, as she turned it on.  Mitzi’s pussy was still well lubricated, so the buzzing was soon muffled as the red tool disappeared into Mitzi.  Asia watched with amazement as the foot-long dildo slid from sight.  Mitzi wriggled her raised tail end as she moaned with pleasure. 

     This time Rachel didn’t stop, she worked the dildo in and out, but also from side to side until Mitzi had a great orgasm.  Mitzi was truly Rachel’s pet, she unashamedly climaxed twice in front of Marcus, and she enjoyed Rachel’s attention without any concern for decorum.  Mitzi whined when Rachel removed the dildo, and she followed when Rachel took it to the bathroom to wash the accumulated secretion off. 

 

Marcus: Sunday – 12:40AM

 

     When Rachel told Mitzi that it was now tomorrow and picked up her purse, Mitzi knelt right in front of Rachel’s feet and bent forward.  Then she put her head down and raised her rear up, with her little knees apart so Rachel had easy access to her juicy pussy. 

     Rachel had that gigantic vibrator dildo, and she easily inserted it while Mitzi knelt there on the floor.  Mitzi was very lubricated and still well stretched open.  Rachel was busy for only a few minutes, when Mitzi had a big sweet orgasm. Mitzi continued to wriggle her little rear as it was held high up, so Rachel  had the easiest access.  It wasn’t crashing nor cataclysmic, but obviously satisfying to Mitzi.  Rachel didn’t stop, she kept up her ministrations until Mitzi climaxed again.

     When the vibrator was removed Mitzi turned around and nuzzled the side of Rachel’s ankle.  When Rachel went into the bathroom to wash off the big dildo, she followed there and back.  She started climbing right up onto Rachel’s lap. Rachel made her stay down, she crouched beside Rachel’s feet with her head pressed against Rachel’s knee.

     “Are you dripping on the floor?” Rachel asked Mitzi.  Mitzi whined and lowered her brown eyes.

     “It’s ok Rach…” I went to Mitzi’s rescue.  “After we spend a weekend like this I get the carpet shampooed.  Don’t think twice about it.”  Rachel nodded.

     “You better go thank him,” Rachel said to Mitzi.  “Go over there, and don’t drip all over him either.” 

     Mitzi came closer and nuzzled the side of my head and neck.  She licked my cheek and gave me sweet little kisses.  She kissed and licked closer to my mouth, until she could kiss my lips, and then she kissed me so very gently with her lips.  While she kissed, she shyly slid the very tip end of her tongue between my lips.  She was so sweet and I readily accepted it, so she put more of her tongue in.  She stopped, withdrew her tongue and went back to cuddle by Rachel’s knee.

 

   The damned phone rang right then, I let it ring for a few times and then finally answered it.  On the other end was the secretary to the manager from my plumbing supply company near Chicago.  She was very upset and crying on the phone and I had to ask her 3 times to figure out what the problem was.  

     There was a police call at about 9PM there, 10PM here, and when they got to the office, they found the manager dead.  She didn’t know if it was murder or suicide, or what.  The police investigators really needed to see me to sort it all out.  They wanted to see me there, as soon as possible.  I didn’t want to go, but the man was dead.  I had to go to help figure it all out.

 

     Rachel agreed to pet-sit for me, I figured to be back early Monday morning.  There was an important meeting, here at 9AM involving a new project, which I couldn’t afford to miss. 

     I called and got a flight to Hammond, Indiana.  The executive secretary that called me in the first place would meet me there.  The next thing to do was tell Asia and she wouldn’t be too happy, but when I tell her that Rachel will pet-sit she should be happy with that.  She had been planning this pussycat weekend for quite a while.

 

Sunday: 2AM

 

     Marcus was right, Asia wasn’t very happy at all.  She went down the hall to the guest room and sat on the bed.  Marcus came along in a few minutes and made her get off the bed and back onto the floor.  She was really pissed off then.

     “Rachel said she would pet-sit until I get back,” Marcus offered.  “You and Mitzi can play,” he raised his eyebrows. 

     “I’ll be back within 24 hours,” he added, but Asia was already thinking about Mitzi’s glorious tongue, and didn’t hear him.  She got up and went back into the front room where Mitzi was crouched by Rachel’s feet; she got down beside her and rested her head against Mitzi’s head.

     Asia sweetly stroked Mitzi’s cheek and neck with the back of her folded fingers, and gently lifted Mitzi’s chin.  Mitzi surprised her by pushing forward and licking the side of her face. 

     “Mitzi, come over here and sit,” Rachel made them stop and Mitzi had to sit on the other side of her feet so she couldn’t start again.  Mitzi moaned in a very non-canine fashion and stalked over to sit by Rachel’s foot, on the other side from Asia.  She laid her head on Rachel’s stocking clad thigh, just above her knee.  Rachel affectionately stroked the side of Mitzi’s head, and down her slender back.

    “Mitzi stay,” Rachel gently squeezed Mitzi’s shoulder and she stood to walk down the hall to Marcus’ room.  Marcus met her in the hallway, carrying his brown leather overnight bag.  He had a chain leash for Asia too.  They walked into the front room; Mitzi stayed exactly where Rachel left her.  Asia went over to her and was carefully licking the side of her neck. 

     “They’re really gettin’ into this,” Marcus observed.

     “Mitzi would be a doggy all the time if she could.”  Rachel said as she snapped the leash to Asia’s collar.  She led Asia to the door where Marcus was getting his long tan overcoat out of the closet.  Asia realized that the pet sitting would not be done here.  She started to try to pull away, but Mitzi was right behind her, and cautiously caressed Asia’s tanned back and shoulders.

     Asia closed her eyes and tipped her head back it felt so nice.  Mitzi’s hands were very strong and she stroked Asia’s shoulders and neck.  After Marcus helped Rachel with her dark sable coat, she took her leash from the pocket and snapped it Mitzi’s collar and they all went out the door.  Mitzi and Rachel waited patiently while Marcus stroked the side of Asia’s head and rubbed behind her ears, and promised to be back as-soon-as-possible. 

     As they all walked to the parking lot Asia realized how much colder it had become since the sun went down.  She watched as Mitzi pressed her leather covered ‘paws’ over the little pink, cold hardened nipples on her small chest.   Asia carefully put her palms over her nipples, too.

     They had already said good byes, and Rachel’s car had a remote starter as part of the keyless entry remote, so the car was running and starting to warm inside when they arrived.  She waved to Marcus as her drove by on his way to the airport.  Before Rachel opened the door for them to get in she made them both go over to the side and pee on the ground.

 

Asia: Sunday-2AM

 

     Marcus was sitting by the beige telephone when it rang; he looked at it like it would bite him.  He didn’t answer it for a while but it kept ringing.  He finally answered it and didn’t look pleased.  He asked whoever it was over again what was wrong.  He talked to Rachel about something and then came over to where Mitzi and I were sitting on the floor; she had started to nuzzle my neck and kissed my ear again.  I was hoping I could get her to use her tongue again, I wanted some more of that.

     Marcus said he just had an emergency call and had to fly out right now.  We had been planning this for 3 weeks.  We were both busy and had to plan a weekend in advance to get the time to play like this.

     I went down the hall to the back bedroom and sat on the bed, Marcus was right behind me, and made me get off the bed and back on the floor.  He was still playing it up, and then told me Rachel  and Mitzi  would pet sit until he got back, hopefully in time for dinner.  That sounded better to me, so I went back to the living room while he went in and got his bag.  He kept a bag ready to go, in a light brown leather valise that I gave him for his birthday a couple of years ago.

     We walked to the front room, I realized that we were leaving when Rachel snapped a leash to my collar.  I wanted to get away, but Mitzi came up behind me and massaged my neck and shoulders, while Marcus helped Rachel with her coat. 

     We all went out into the hallway where we ‘said’ our good-byes.  Marcus said he’d be back as soon as possible and I meowed and then purred for him.  I nuzzled his neck as I purred, he told me that always gets him all turned on.  That way he’d have a good reason to hurry back to me. 

     We walked together out to the lot to their cars.  The weather had really cooled since the sun went down, Mitzi and I put our hands over our chilled nipples.  The dark green grass was wet and cold from dew.  Marcus went over to his Jaguar and left right away.  We went over to Rachel’s loden-green Lincoln and waved as Marcus drove by.  Before she opened the door for us, Rachel led both of us to the grass-covered terrace by the gray cement walk and said we had to “pee first.” 

     Mitzi crouched right there and started to go in the grass.  I stood there and just looked at her.

     “Asia, get down there and piss on the damned ground,” she ordered.  “It’s chili out here, and I want to get goin’.”

     I crouched down with my feet on the sidewalk and my bottom over the grass and took a deep breath.  I let the breath out and tried to go. It almost came out, and Mitzi crowded close to get a better look.

     “Mitzi!  Get back a little bit,” Rachel pulled Mitzi’s tan leather leash to give me a little room.  It was cold enough that I could see my breath, and I finally went on the ground.  Rachel led us to her green car and opened the rear passenger side door.

     “Wait Mitzi,” Rachel pulled her back when Mitzi tried to rush in.  “Go ahead, Asia.  Get in.  Do you see that brown towel?”  She didn’t wait for an answer.  “Put it on the seat before you sit.”  I nodded and slid it across the crinkled tan leather seat, to sit by the left door.  She took a red towel from the front and placed it on the right side for Mitzi to sit on.

     After Mitzi was seated Rachel looped her leash through the handhold above the door, and she shut it firmly.  She came around to my side and opened the door, she took my leash and did the same.

    “There.  Now sit there and be good,” she cautioned.  “We’ll be home soon.”

 

Sunday: 3AM

 

     The drive to Rachel’s home was short, they arrived after 20 minutes of driving.  Rachel opened the white garage door from her seat as she pulled into the driveway.  She lived in a quiet neighborhood with beautiful old oak trees making an overhead canopy.  Her home was a small Spanish style bungalow.  It was stucco finished and covered with old-fashioned whitewash, and had decorative wrought iron clad windows, and a red/orange tiled roof.  She drove expertly into the small garage, and closed the door from the seat.  The door locks clicked when she shut off the engine,

     Rachel got Asia and Mitzi out and led them into her very modern styled kitchen.  The outside looked very traditional, but the interior was modern.  The kitchen was loaded with stainless steel fixtures, and appliances.  The front room had black and white modern furniture and ivory carpeting.

     She led Asia and Mitzi to the sliding patio door and took them both outside and across the red Mexican tiled patio and onto the short wet grass lawn.  Mitzi squatted immediately to go on the ground.  Asia watched and took a deep breath, she sighed and squatted beside her.  Mitzi was done before Asia started and  began nuzzling Asia’s neck and right ear.  This time it didn’t cause Asia a problem and soon she was done, too. 

     “Are you tired, Pussycat?” Rachel asked dully, she was obviously tired.  Asia had slept until nearly 2 in the afternoon so she was not very tired, and she wanted to have more fun with Mitzi.  The quiet ride had slowed Mitzi also and she was ready to sleep, too. 

     Rachel led them back inside, and unsnapped Mitzi’s leash. Mitzi followed as Rachel took Asia with her and went to her bedroom; she had a large silvery wire kennel beside her bed.  The door was standing open; when Mitzi got into the bedroom she went right into the kennel.  Mitzi turned to wait for Asia to get in too.  Asia knelt in front of the door while Rachel unsnapped her leash, and crept into the kennel where Mitzi waited to lick her face and nuzzle her sleek neck. 

     Rachel stripped quickly and went into her bathroom for a fast shower.  She was back in just a few minutes drying her flat belly with a dark blue terry towel as she walked.  Rachel dropped the towel onto the floor and climbed into her bed nude. She was asleep almost immediately, Mitzi stopped licking Asia and turned to curl up in the corner of the kennel and went to sleep, too.

 

To be continued…