"How did you know?"
"I'm good like that. Meow!"
It was around 11:30 pm. I was naked in my bed, and the wonderful feeling of warm latex rubbing over me was so dreamy, cuddly Kitty was wearing her full rubber catsuit. I was petting her cute springy ears peacefully. Every minute I could spend with her like this was a moment that I cherished preciously.
We were discussing Erika. What happened earlier this afternoon was kind of insane and unexpected, at least for me. Kitty, her, she had known all along what was bound to happen with that girl. How did she know? It was a mystery, but she was so good at discovering things in others that it was almost scary.
Erika was currently sleeping in the crate in the living room downstairs. She wouldn't have been of much use in my bed tonight. She was slightly broken and needed to rest. I thought it was a joke at first when Kitty asked me to spank Erika, and I was ready to play along ... but it went sideways. It was the first time Erika received pain in the context of a sexual game. Her nervousness was a symptom of her lack of experience with being slapped on the butt playfully.
"Do you think she liked it that much?"
"Mark, you saw her face the same way I did. You know she did."
Kitty was right. It was nuts. She suggested to Erika to lay down on my lap and present her butt for a little tenderizing session. The best way we could know if it was something she liked it was to try. So our little Erika agreed with that concept and executed herself. Her cute latex covered body walked up to me and laid belly first over my legs. I started by just rubbing her behind gently as if to gather my courage for what was to follow.
I was not a top nor a master. Kitty and Erika were not my slaves. I could administer a good spanking, but it had to be playful. And for me, playful meant that it was to cause pleasure, not distress. Not once, with Kitty, I punished her beyond her limits to correct one of her behavior that I didn't agree on. Kitty didn't like pain, and I was not going to use this against her, ever. But Erika, her, she was made of something else. I didn't know it; she didn't know it. But Kitty had found out.
"Do you think she will be able to walk again? My hand is still sore."
"If she wants to lick my pussy, believe me, she will walk again."
"Good point, she has a Kitty crotch addiction, it seems."
The rest of the evening with Erika didn't need further description. We had fun with her, not just once or twice ... but three times during the evening. She kept asking for more, and we gave her what she wanted. We didn't even reach her limits, if she had any. Before I sent her to the crate for the night, Erika asked for a good dose of whiskey to anesthetize her sore butt. As long as she asked for more alcohol, I knew she was going to be just fine.
I kept petting Kitty's ears and picked her brain some more.
"So, you think she is a masochist?"
"No. There is more to it than that. It is only part of what she is."
"More to it? What do you mean? She almost came just from the heavy spanking I gave her."
"Yes, I know. Meow! It was cute and all, but that is not who she is. I can't believe you didn't notice."
"Notice what? I'm not following you ..."
"Well, what did she tell you at the pub? You know, when she was wondering if you were just toying with her to get sex?"
"... That she would gut me like a fish?"
"And when she thought you were pulling her leg ..."
"... That she would break mines ..."
"And in her letter, during the evening when she copied me? When she asked for you to wait until she came back before having lunch?"
"That she would gut me, again. Kitty? Where are you going with this?"
"Wait, one more! What did she do when you insulted her this morning?"
"She ... punched me in the chest ..."
"Yes, she punched you twice. So?"
What was Kitty trying to say? After a full year around her, she was still as cryptic as a bitcoin. I had no clue what kind of idea was bouncing around inside that cat head.
"Kitty, help me a bit. Use words I can understand."
"Meow! I'm going to be a good cat and help you."
"Of course you will ..."
"When she punched you? Did she hesitate?"
"Not quite, no. Erika was pretty convincing. Why?"
"Did she feel bad?"
"I don't think so. She just wanted me to listen to her."
"Did it hurt?"
"Hehe. Good thing her padded paws saved me, else I would have felt it. She can pack a punch, unlike another girl I know."
"Hey, I'm stronger than you think!"
Kitty started to fight me a bit with her little paws, but I grabbed her wrists easily and brought her back to my chest. She had no strength at all. Her weakness was so adorable.
"No, you aren't! Anyway, why are you asking me all that?"
"You still don't understand?"
"I don't know? Erika is violent?"
"No. She doesn't do it to be violent. She ..."
Kitty paused. Something was bugging her because it was unlike her. It was as if what she was going to say was not a good thing. Since Kitty never said anything negative about people, it would have been shocking. I pulled her on top of me to cuddle her some more.
"Hey, what is it, Kitty? What are you trying to say?"
"Hmm. That might get me in trouble if I say it. I don't like pain."
"Pain? Erika would never hurt you. Why are you saying that? This is nonsense. She acts tough around me because she knows I can take it, but she is a sweet and caring person when you get to know her."
"Mark, she is a sadist! That is what she is. She just doesn't know it yet."
"Aaaah! Kitty, seriously? She is not a sadist."
"Ah, yeah? So that must be why she assaulted me for two hours when you were grocery shopping. She wouldn't stop even if I told her to."
"That was because you liked it, she knew that. You came a lot, so what? How was it different than your sex-coffin rides?"
Kitty grumbled. For once, she had trouble winning an argument. She loved her new girlfriend, but she had difficulty handling her as she did with me. Erika was stronger and as smart as her. It was an uneven battle that she wasn't sure she could win. Yet, she kept fighting a bit more.
"Look, Mark. I may have secretly liked it, but did you see how happy she was when she held me down and licked me? She loved forcing me to cum."
"I did notice, yeah. She wouldn't have stopped anytime soon. She was really into it."
"She is a sadist! She loved it way too much! And today, when you spanked her, I was kissing her, and you know what? ... I saw it in her eyes. Yes, she liked the pain, but that was just awakening her real desire."
"And what that real desire would be, as per Kitty the psychologist?"
"She wanted to do the same thing to me!"
"Aaah! Kitty, you imagine things."
"I'm not! She is a sadist! Wait until she discovers it. We will be in trouble."
Maybe she had a point. But I was not sure how this was a problem. Erika had the right to like whatever she wanted, and we had the same right to decline something we didn't want to do. If she were indeed a closeted sadist, she would never hurt us on purpose; I knew this for sure.
"Kitty, do you like Erika?"
"I love her very much!"
"So you want her to stay and be happy with us?"
"Yes ... Very much so."
"Good, so you are going to help her. You helped me a lot, so why don't you do the same with her? Tomorrow I have to go to work, and you can talk to her and maybe find out what the real truth is. How does that sound?"
"That is what I was saying ... I'm getting in trouble for telling you."
"You are not. It will be just fine. I'll give her some pointers in the morning, and she will take care of you. She loves you too, you know."
"I know! But I tell you, she is still a sadist."
"Now, let me unzip your crotch. Your cuddles are treacherous."
"Meow! Tie me up first. I'm not fucking you if I'm not in bondage!"
"That again? Alright, let's have a bit of fun with you."
Poor Kitty. I've never quite seen her like this. She was madly in love with Erika, but at the same time, she feared her. How could two contradictory emotions even co-exist inside the same heart? As I was tying Kitty up, spread eagle to the bed, I couldn't help but think that she was the most fantastic creature I have ever met. Even my love for Erika would never be the same as this.
Kitty was so different. I didn't remember her real face, and I didn't care. She was my pure hardcore latex catgirl, and she was the only one in the world. Perhaps one of these days, I would be allowed to make love to her out of her rubber costume, but she would still be the precious latex catgirl that I loved beyond reason, and this forever.
***
Early in the morning, I had to go to work. I fucked Kitty so hard last night that I'm going to be tired all day. That lucky one, she could sleep as long as she wanted to everyday, but it was not a luxury I could afford. At least, since my second girlfriend was on vacation, I could get an extra thirty minutes of sleep this morning. Erika, instead of me, could take care of feeding Kitty. I had something to test.
Before Kitty woke up, I put a ball gag in her mouth and fastened the buckle behind her head. The blinking latex cat was trying to figure out what was happening. She already had comfy leather cuffs on her wrists and ankles so hogtying her with some leather straps was a formality. The end result was a little tied up catgirl wiggling helplessly on the bed. I patted her head and explained what I wanted to do.
"So ... I'll tell Erika to take care of you today, okay?. She needs to let you pee and feed you. For the rest, she can decide. I'm sure she will have plenty of ideas to entertain you."
"Hmmph?"
"Yeah, you don't dislike that idea, right? But when I woke up, I was still thinking about what you told me last night. So I'm going to tell her everything you said about her and tell her to try new things on you to find out if she really is a sadist. I'm going to let her out of her latex catsuit as well today because she will more than likely want to use her hands."
"Hmmmph! Hmmmph!"
"Hehe. Yes. I love you too, pink ball. I figured you'd appreciate my little idea since you love losing control. Enjoy your day now!"
I kissed her on the forehead and left the room. She couldn't speak, but her worries transpired through her sexual excitement. It was a good sign; it meant I could go to work knowing she would have a blast with Erika. I went downstairs to meet up with my other crated cat, the one with the vandalized bum.
The living room was so quiet. The little pink crate was so cute next to the couch, and just the thought of having a sexy girl inside it was turning me on a bit. I checked the time, I was not that much in a hurry. Why not? I could abuse my new girlfriend for a bit if she were willing to play. I removed the padlocks, opened the door, and pulled on her ankle to wake her up.
"Morning, sore butt. How are you feeling?"
