Kitty spent longer than usual in the bathroom. Based on the noises I was hearing, she was removing all the glued electrodes from her skin. After wearing them for a while, she probably decided that it was about the right time to gift herself with an extended break from her sex-coffin.
Spending a lot of time in it was not all she wanted in life. Her last runs were two of five days and one of eleven days with only two or three days of rest in between. Kitty was not an idiot. Her love for the evil box was undeniable, but she also wanted to spend some time with me as well. She loved me very much and knew I was struggling with loneliness. We did all we could to keep our couple healthy, and it involved sacrifices from both sides.
Her recovery routine completed, she trotted back to our room, where I was waiting for her.
"Zip me!"
Of course, she always needed help to close the lovable, girly, and sexy pink catsuit. Cosmetically, outside the new color, it looked a lot like her old broken black one, but technically, it was a much better product. It was a bit more sturdy, better overall quality, and the sweet padded paws made her life much more complicated and enjoyable. As I was zipping it up, it was my only opportunity to see the human inside the suit. She didn't want me to, but she understood that there was no other choice. The only thing I could see and touch while performing that task was her long straight black hair and the skin of her back.
I respected her wish to only present herself as a latex cat to me, so I tried to keep my actions to a minimum. I moved her hair out of the way and tried not to caress her real skin on purpose. But I wanted to. It was so hard to resist. I could have easily done it as Kitty was super weak. She couldn't prevent me from removing her suit by force; however, knowing it would break all the trust we had in each other, I always refrained from doing so.
Loving latex so much, I quickly forgot about my human skin desire as soon as her body was fully encased. I still couldn't believe that my girlfriend was a latex lover. What were the odds? I didn't want to lose that no matter what. Her suit turned me on, and it would remain that way for a very long time. That aside, I still missed her old black catsuit.
"I prefer this one to your old one. But I'm still missing your first one. We should get you more suits so you can alternate colors."
She climbed on top of me and started to cuddle.
"I don't know. I don't like changing suits. I like this one a lot. It is not the first time you suggest it. Maybe we can look into it ... eventually."
"That's what it was ... a suggestion. I'm fine with my helpless pink Kitty. How are you feeling? No brain damage after 11 days?"
"Hey, the sex-coffin is not worse than watching TV all day while eating chips. My brain is just fine. I wish you'd come to talk to me more often, though, and that maximum punishment is kind of extreme. It hurts a lot," she said.
"Yes, but you decided to add it yourself and set it to 1%. What is the big deal?"
"I'll increase it again."
"Why am I not surprised? Pervy girl. You are so funny, sometimes. Do you remember that you don't even like pain?"
"Meow. I know. Pain sucks. But not having control is a bit hot."
She hit the nail on the head. Kitty never liked pain. As a typical girly girl, she was sensitive and loved tenderness and affection. Pain was not something on her wish list. An occasional slap on the butt was fun, she had no problem with it, but besides that, she needed comfort and pleasure. If I put her in bondage and it caused some pain, she would ask me to redo it differently. A pressure point at the wrong place would spoil the fun of her predicament.
But yet, her obsession with losing control made her cross that frontier. Knowing that she could receive pain and that she couldn't do anything about it was such a turn on for her. This continuous reward was how she was able to cope with what she didn't want in certain situations. I didn't like to hurt her, so I was glad the sex-coffin was doing it for me on some rare occasions.
Kitty kept cuddling with me while lying down on my chest. She needed some answer as to why I stopped her fun earlier.
"So why did you stop the box? I don't remember what you said at all," she asked.
"I didn't say much. It was not something I wanted to discuss while you were getting tickled."
"Tickled? I almost passed out."
"Kitty, I did what you suggested."
I dropped the news just like that. I knew Kitty was the one that proposed that I meet up with other women while she was unavailable. I knew that. But yet, I feared her reaction. Hurting her feelings was the last thing I wanted. I wouldn't forgive myself if that were to happen. She paused after I announced it. But then she sat on my belly and put her two cushioned rubber paws on my chest.
"Really? You did it?"
"Yes."
Another awkward pause. Kitty was just staring at me, with her cute rubber face and her little feeding tube in the nostril. Then I saw it ... her famous corner of the mouth upward twitch.
"Kitty ... Are you trying to retain your smile again?"
"Pfff... hahaha ... REALLY?"
Now she was laughing out loud. I was not sure what was so funny in seeing me worrying myself to death, but she certainly didn't take the announcement badly, which was a relief.
"Yes, really. But it is not going to work."
"Aaaah! I'm so proud of you for trying. I didn't think you would have the guts to do it," she said.
"Hey, now. Be nice! It was hard."
"Cute?"
"Her? ... Yes. She is as tiny as you."
"Smart?"
"Very."
"Hot sex?"
"... We just cuddled and kissed."
"Really? So you didn't do what I suggested then," she retorted.
"Ah, come on, Kitty. It is not like all the girls are sex maniacs like you. It was just nice and comfortable. I was not ready for more anyway. You are my one," I said.
"I know I am, and this is why I told you to go play with another girl. I am not scared that you'd leave me. Anyway, I'm not surprised that you kept things simple. You're cute. You always think way too much instead of enjoying the moment. But I'm still proud of you."
She poked me on the forehead with her paw. She then let her body fall back down on my chest and wiggled a bit to get comfy before restarting the interrogation.
"So, why do you say it won't work? Feeling too guilty?"
"That is not it. I can fight the feeling. It is more that it is not what I want deep down. What I want is you, Kitty. Not a one night stand."
"I know. We are trying to find a good balance here," she said, knowing we had this conversation numerous times before.
"Yes, but Erika planted some good thoughts into my head. I wanted to know what you'd think."
"Erikaaaa ... Erikaaaa ... Such a sexy name. Okay, what did she say? By the way, I need to pee again."
"Sorry. You can't. We are having a discussion, just wait. So, what Erika said is that we should find someone that we would learn to love, and that would become part of our family."
"Polygamy!"
"Uh? ... Said like that, you make it sound weird, Kitty."
"Mark, a cat is a cat. It is polygamy. And ... really? Interesting."
"See, you are confused about it too. In a nutshell, she said that our lifestyle is atypical, and because of what we like to do, there is potential room for a person that will complement our couple. So, how much do you like women?" I asked.
"How much do you like men?" Kitty counter-asked.
