Update! Fleshbotted by the lovely Always Aroused Girl, who, I daresay, was kept aroused by tales of my squirtage and so forth. Heh. Thanks babe!
Much of my time spent in the company of the Big Bad Feline is intense and wonderful. Well, all of the time spent with him is wonderful, but it’s the intensity upon which I wish to focus today.
He brings me release and relief. Not just when re-energising the Elegant Slut within, but also as a matter of course.
Here’s a great example:
The other day was a reunion, and consequent celebration, since i’d been away with the small people for a couple of weeks, sans feline. It had been very tough to lock the elegantly slutty part of me away for a whole three weeks and concentrate on being “Mommy”, but I managed to do so, little realising quite how much it affected me. Until, when I came for the first time on that day, I burst into tears. The release, the very felineness of him, the love, affection, lust and passion that he showered upon me, and just being with him caused me to bawl like a baby, while simultaneously shuddering to a magnificent climax.
He has made a great impact upon me, what can I tell you? And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I call him a couple of hours ahead of schedule, on a day when we had planned to meet anyway, and inform him that I feel the need to push a limit.
“I feel the need for intensity. I need a release of some sort, and I’m pretty damn amazed that I can even recognise and articulate that, never mind that I have a legitimate and flexible outlet in which to do so. Will you help me? Does that fit with your evil, mean and rotten feline plans for the day?”
There is a thoughtful pause on the other end of the phone, and then a question.
“Intensity, hmm? I’m surrrrrrrrrrrrrrrre I can think of something that will help you. Would you be willing to improvise with me according to whatever roleplay i come up with?”
I nod, and then, realizing that a nod is not audible, affirm this verbally.
“So, it’s OK with you?”
No answer, save an evil feline snigger, and a low, ominous purr. (I love when he gets ominous.)
Fast forward to later that day. As always, I have stripped to his command, and then lovingly and carefully removed his clothing, and we are naked and facing each other. After the usual preliminaries, and an extra hug or two, just because he wants them, he grabs me by the hair, and twists my face to look at him.
“You have been abducted by the Big Bad Cat from the Great Ship Feline. You are my captive.”
Our eyes met, and I smile widely.
“I’m your captive? OK. So you’re my captor.”
“That is correct.”
My love of wordplay gets the better of me. Captive? Captor? An abductee of an evil, mean and rotten feline? Surely it would better read a “Cat-piv” taken by a “Cat-por”, or, to stretch the rules of spelling completely, “Catpaw”. I mention as much to the man holding me by my hair, looking deep into his crystal-blue eyes, and am rewarded by the twinkling smile that makes my senses tingle.
“OK, then Catpiv — get on the bed. On all fours.”
Fastening leather cuffs around my wrists and ankles, he secures me to the bed with canvas tapes.
“We alien Felines need to probe you for information,” he purrs, sliding his fingers into me. I gasp — usually he’ll start with two or three and work his way up through four to a whole fist. Today, there are four fingers curling into me and i can feel his thumb exerting exquisite pressure on the nubbin of skin covering my clit, moving it gently up and down but not actually indulging me by stroking the clit itself in any way.
The pleasure factor is immense, and it’s so early on in the game! I asked for intense, and intense is what I’m getting.
Once he has worked my cunt into a bubbling frenzy, loosening and relaxing the muscles enough, he slides his fist into me, and begins to pound my G-spot. I gasp, and cry out, and it only increases his efforts. Leaning over me, he reaches underneath and pinches a nipple until the pain crackles through me from stem to… well, clit, and then I feel him nibble on my ear. I gush, hearing the splatter onto the quilt, amazing myself at the quantity — I sound like I’ve let loose the fucking Hoover dam!
I struggle to maintain my all-fours position, as his weight is entirely on me. He senses this and removes himself, only to untie two of the four restraints and flip me over, so he can access my soft, white, under-side with greater ease.
And then he really goes to town.
I lose myself. Initially, I lose my first two or three layers of reality, and slip into a subspacial haze of happy bliss. He flogs me, not so much harder than before, but more. Just more. Then the subspace engulfs me and I float away, aware of all that is occurring, and yet detached in the best kind of way.
He beats my lily-white (though fast reddening) ass with a bendy cane, real cane, not bamboo, and then applies lavender oil and caressing strokes to ease the effects. He holds me tight, and kisses me, and generally plays an appasionata furioso, using me as though my body were a Stradivarius violin, and he were Yehudi Menuhin.
Lovingly he leads me over to the bed, and gently rubs the tender spots. Then, with no time to even think he snaps me out of my subspace, and orders me to bend over.
“Like this?” I ask, feet on the floor, hands down on the bed.
“Almost. Spread those legs further. Yes. Wider… yes.”
I feel the ice-cold glass slide into me before i register what it is. My glass friend, the handmade glass dildo… and he’s frozen it, god bless his evil cattish heart. I never stand much of a chance around my glass friend. Three or four thrusts into me and I’m moaning, a further couple (pound, pound) and I wail as though I’m a banshee, and the girl-juice (“cunt-juice” as he likes to call it) hits the floor with an immensely splashy clatter.
A pause for effect, as the thrusting slows, then stops, and he hugs me from behind.
“I’ve wet the floor,” I murmur.
He smiles, and the blue eyes twinkle at me
“Yes, but at least that means that there will be a dry spot for us to lie on, on the bed.”
“Yes. Time to indulge in the Cat-por’s favourite ritual. The post-coital cuddle.”
Intensity doesn’t get any better than this.
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