Trauma.
That was the only word I could come up with to explain what was going on with Kitty right now. After spending two incredible weeks in the Caribbean, it would have been reasonable to assume that everybody had fun and were happy to have added this amazing experience to their memory for when they would be old and reminiscing. But no. Kitty had quickly forgotten about the inn, the creature in the kitchen, and even the cute lesbian Mae. Instead, she had decided to focus on the only negative element; we had deprived her of latex during that trip.
I would be the first to admit that traveling far from home with Kitty without bringing some latex gear to entertain her had been a mistake, but to react this way was a bit over the top. No... MUCH over the top.
She spent the past month wearing her catsuit and had since then refused to take it off in front of us. Her legendary stubbornness had come back in force.
"Kitty, come on. You were all happy not to wear your suit all the time, and now you don't want to take it off anymore. You are overreacting."
"I take it off, just not around you. I take it off occasionally to take a shower and clean the suit."
"Why are you doing this? It's been a month of that."
"If I take it off, you won't let me wear it ever again, as you did in the Caribbean. Mark, you are a dictator!"
"I'm not!"
It all started when we came back home after our vacation. The first thing Kitty had asked for was to wear her pink latex catsuit, and we even forced Erika to join her by making her wear the Kitty suit copy so they could play together. It was a lot of fun.
But after a few days, Erika was ready to murder me, so I let her out of her suit, but Kitty flat out refused, arguing that we would take away her beloved costume from her again. We tolerated it for a week, then two weeks, then three, but now it's been over a month. She was super cute as a rubber cat, but I feared that all the efforts she had put into feeling more confident about herself out of suit would go to waste if we didn't find a way to make her see the light.
Kitty and I just had a good sex session, and now she was sitting on my hips with her two paws on my chest, the same way she always did when we were arguing about something.
"Trust me, Kitty! It's for your own good."
"NO!"
"Why not? And don't say we are going to take your suit away. You know it's not true."
"No!"
"No is not an answer."
"Yes!"
"So you never want to get out of your suit ever again?"
"No!"
"Even if it makes me sad?"
"It doesn't. You like it when I'm a rubber cat."
It was impossible to forget how smart she could be despite her childish attitude. She knew very well that what she just said was true and that I couldn't deny it. She was very happy to cut my legs off mercilessly.
Her little body, all encased in shiny pink latex, was beyond cute. It fit her curves so perfectly that it almost looked like it was her real skin. The attached matching hood with eyes and mouth holes topped with two big cat ears were just too adorable to resist; it was even worse since Syr had added some little whiskers on her cheeks. Along with her almond-shaped eyes, her outfit was undeniably compatible with what I loved.
"What about... your swimming lessons with Syr? You know you can't swim in this suit."
"She closed the pool. Winter is coming."
"Oh, did she?"
"Yes."
"Then, what about texting? You like texting me when I'm at work."
"I can do that by holding a stylus in my mouth. I've done it before."
"True... So what if Mae decides to visit? You'll let her see you dressed up like a rubber cat?"
"She won't visit for a long while, if ever. And yes, I showed her pictures of my suit when Erika and I fucked her very hard and made her cum and squirt repeatedly. She loved it."
"Kitty, you have a way to say things sometimes... so raw."
"Meow!"
She wasn't unintelligent and certainly not unable to justify her actions. At the moment, she wanted to be a rubber catgirl and nothing else.
"You know, Erika has a new job, and I'm working too. Don't you feel bad for Syr? She has to spend all that time cooking for you and making you eat because your hands are encased in rubber mitts. Do you think that is fair to her?"
"Yes. She said, "Master Mark told me not to let you starve," so it looks like she doesn't mind."
Another blow to the liver. It was true that I didn't want Kitty to starve, so I did ask Syr to keep an eye on her when Erika and I were away. There was no way I would let her little stomach rumble as an incentive to force her out of her suit; it would be too cruel.
"Fine! You win! If you want to wear your suit all the time, it's your choice. But don't come whining later when you want out."
"Meow! That's not going to happen! Erika loves it too. She likes it when I'm helpless."
"I know that. You are some sort of weird masochist. You let her overuse you, then you whine that she goes too far."
"It's true! She always goes too far!"
"But you let her go too far..."
"Yes!"
I shook my head at her strange thinking mechanism and gave her skinny butt a good squeeze.
"Okay, get off me, cathead. I'm going to take a shower and read a little bit before bed. It's getting late."
"Then you are going to come back and fuck me some more."
"Nope! Tonight I'm sleeping with Syr. It's your "Erika night," remember?"
"Oh, is it?"
"Yes. She said that every Wednesday, she has tons of frustrating meetings at work, so she needs to play with you to evacuate all her stress."
"Is that why she is so late?"
"Yep. So you have to be extra nice to her when she comes back."
"Ah! Work doesn't sound fun. I still want to find a job where I will get paid for doing nothing."
"Good luck with that dream, kitkat... Particularly if you refuse to take off your latex suit."
"Pfff... Leave my bed at once! Go take your shower! You are full of germs."
At least I managed to hit a nerve before leaving the bed. That felt good.
As planned, I took a long hot shower and went back upstairs to find Syr. I thought she would be cleaning, cooking, or repairing something as usual, but I found her relaxing on the couch with a light novel when I arrived in the living room.
Her green maid uniform was still surreal even after months of knowing her. Wearing something so fantasy-like was certainly making an impression on me. Her outfit's quality never ceased to impress me as it signaled that she was a true maid and that she was committed to the role. It was miles away from those cheap maid costumes that any girl could order online for a few bucks just to give a good time to their male for a single evening. Her uniform was legit.
I sat next to her and wrapped my arm around her shoulders; she leaned a bit on me.
"Hey, what are you reading?"
"This one," she said as she showed me the cover.
"Oh, is that not the first light novel you ever read?"
"That is correct, Master Mark. When I moved to Erika's house, it was the only book I possessed that was not for school."
"Hehe. So, how many times did you read it?"
"I do not know. Countless times. But it still feels good. Erika bought me all the subsequent volumes."
"Yeah, you were saying. You have a very cute relationship with her."
She leaned a bit more on me.
It was so strange. When we were in the Caribbean, I spent most of my intimate time with Syr, and she almost had no opportunity to act as my maid. She didn't want her aunt to find out about that, so she had put her character away on purpose. Despite how happy I was to see her acting like herself during those two weeks, I had worried that perhaps it was going to change our relationship once back home.
Oddly enough, I had been confident that Kitty and Erika wouldn't change one bit. But the total opposite happened. Kitty was experiencing a latex crisis, and, inspired by the success she had achieved with the inn, Erika dove back into the workforce like a savage beast ready to conquer the universe.
But Syr? She hadn't changed at all. The minute she put her maid uniform back on, she recovered her previous personality and was even more comfortable in her maid role. It was nothing less than fascinating.
"Oh, Master Mark. Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course. What is it?"
"What do you think of this uniform?"
She flipped a couple of her book pages to show me one of the drawings commonly found in light novels. It was another maid uniform, quite different than the green one she typically wore. This one was much more classical, black and white with a small apron. It was a bit closer to the sexy ones I had in mind earlier but much classier. The skirt was shorter, exposing the white stocking-covered legs of the character. The puffy sleeves were short, and the square neck allowed plenty of room for the cute little choker. Of course, there was a matching headband.
"I like it, Syr. You want to make it?"
"Would it not be odd?"
"What do you mean? I think it would suit you. Actually, I would love to see you wearing something different. I enjoyed watching you in your street clothes at the inn."
"That has not happened, Master mark! I never wore anything else than my maid uniform at the inn. You imagined things. I'm just a maid."
"Oh, right! Hehe. But yeah, go ahead and make this one. I would love to see it."
"But... It wouldn't match my name anymore."
"What does your name have to do with this?"
"Well, you gave me the name of your favorite character, and my current uniform matches it."
"Oh, come on. If you read the series, you should remember that Syr wore other clothes too later. Don't be so strict. I can tell you really want it. As I said, I want to see it too."
'Mmm... Okay... maybe I will make it, then."
As she closed her book, Erika entered the house after having worked a bunch of extra hours. We could easily tell that she was still pumped after a very stressful day.
"Mark, where is Kitty? I need to fuck her brain out!"
"You two are always so romantic."
"Yeah, whatever. On Wednesday, I'm in beast mode. Where is she?"
"Basement. She was waiting for you. Be gentle, okay?"
"Ah! You always see Kitty as this little fragile thing. She is stronger than you, you know."
"Hehe. Well, then enjoy your girl's night with her. You can sleep downstairs. I'll sleep upstairs with Syr."
