The blood calmly flowing in our veins was pleasantly mixed with alcohol. Our drinking pace followed the relaxed ambiance of the pub, which was not too crowded nor too empty. The dimmed lights were barely able to draw a dark copy of the clients on the various objects surrounding them, and when they managed it, the shadows struggled to follow the movement of their masters.
Erika had laid her head down on my lap a while ago already, inviting me to explore her curves respectfully with my hand. The warmth of her wool pullover matched her personally, comfortable, yet a bit itchy.
The main topic so far has been Kitty, my girlfriend. In a normal circumstance, it would have been reasonable for a companion to be disinterested when discussing the life of an absent person during a date, yet, Erika didn't mind and was even asking for it. Was it that she sensed that by learning more about Kitty, she would be learning more about me? Maybe it was out of sheer curiosity.
No matter what her reasons were, placing her body under my care and requesting to hear more of what, hopefully, would make her heart flutter, betrayed her desire to join our adventure, if only for one night. I found her very generous. She offered me her time and patience, she offered me her listening and understanding, she offered me friendliness and affection, which all made me feel as if my small story was not worth the benefits I received in return.
The waiter brought us two more beers, which was the trigger to start some more storytelling. Erika looked at me from below.
"So, don't forget this time ... You have to turn me on if you want to take me home tonight."
"Yeah, yeah! ... I hear you. I just think that I don't know you much. I don't know what turns you on, so my story with Kitty might not be what you like. To be honest, I doubt it is."
As I was saying that, a warm breath enveloped my hand, and a bunch of little teeth plunged into the skin of one of my fingers. A jolt of pain went straight up to my brain. My reflex to move my hand away triggered laughter from my red-haired companion. Did Erika just bite me?
"Hahaha ... Do you hate me now that I bit you?"
"Well, no ... but why did you do that?"
"Well, I did something, not worrying about if you were going to like it or not. No risks, no rewards. I think you still want me to stay. So take a risk, tell me the story as it happened and we will see."
Clever. Such a sensorial experience led to the same kind of life lesson that Kitty tried to teach me over the past year. The more I thought about it, the more those two had things in common. Or am I that bad and clueless that people, in general, felt the need to teach me how to live?
"Alright then, I'll tell you how our first week went and how things started to escalate after that."
"Sounds good to me. Hey, can you show me the pictures again? I want to watch them while you are telling me stuff about her."
"Sure. Here. Take it."
I handed her my unlocked phone and leaned forward to grab my fresh beer.
***
It has been a crazy week. After an astounding weekend spent with Kitty, my latex fetishist catgirl, I had to go back to work. Our routine for the days of the week was pretty decent, I'd say. Around 6:30 am, Kitty was waking me up with a blowjob, she wouldn't let me wake up before her anymore, fearing what would happen if she didn't.
Next, I prepared breakfast and fed her before going to work around 7:30 am. Leaving her behind was sad since she didn't have much to do during the day. I left her some easy to eat food in the fridge, but most of the time, she skipped her lunch. It was something I noticed, but I haven't discussed the topic with her yet.
I was back home at around 5 pm when the fun started. The first thing Kitty always wanted was to be tied up and get fucked. I tried hard to convince her, but the stubborn catgirl refused to let me fuck her unless she was in bondage. It was enjoyable, so it was not a big deal outside that I always had to wait until later to receive some hugs. I liked her hugs.
In between sex scenes, since she was going to stick around for a while, I wanted to create a small environment for her alone so she could feel more at home. It took the form of the smallest bedroom I had that I converted into a little den. There was a desk, a chair, and a small couch where she could put her things if there was ever a need.
What made this room a bit more her own, and I think she really appreciated the gesture, was when I gave her back the picture of her parents in a little wooden frame. I picked the one with paw prints all around and placed it on her desk. Of course, she made me promise to never go in her room ever again so that I couldn't look at the picture of the real her. Talk about taking ownership of the space quickly. It was perfect, though, precisely how I wanted her to feel.
Another aspect of her life that needed attention was her new sudden income situation. Going on a spending spree and using any of that money to accomplish her fantasies was nothing that interested Kitty. Far to be materialistic, her life was all about people and not possessions. The only items that she cherished were her latex catsuit and the picture of her small family. It would be unthinkable to take away the catsuit from her, but yet I knew that if given a choice, she would undoubtedly choose the picture. Fortunately, such a dilemma was unlikely to happen anytime soon.
That said, her aversion to money and her lack of capacity to apply a concept of value to it were a good thing, in my opinion. I'd much prefer to see her keeping it invested in case of a rainy day rather than spending it without any apparent purpose. She did offer me some for her food, but I declined as she was not even close to putting a dent in my weekly budget.
One thing that made me appreciate Kitty, even more, was when, while tied up, she called her mother in Japan. I was sitting next to her, but couldn't understand shit half of the time. She was switching to Japanese with a strong English accent. It was quite entertaining. She wanted to tell her mom about the will and the money, but she knew about it already, and she thought Kitty was all set financially. This conversation resulted in a solid scolding. I now know what an angry Japanese mother sounds like. Nevertheless, Kitty offered to send her part of it, but she declined. The desire for wealth doesn't seem to run in her family either.
All in all, the burden of taking care of that aspect of her life fell back on my shoulder. Instead of rebalancing the whole abandoned portfolio myself, I just transferred it to a Robo investment service. It was less maintenance since she wasn't going to take care of it, plus if we part ways, she should be able to manage it through a simple app without too much difficulty. The income tax situation was going to be a bitch, though, but as she said, "No! You do it!" Therefore I will have to take care of that too in the upcoming weeks.
It was Saturday morning, a week after I met her, and we had one more problem to address.
"NO!"
"Kitty, let me untie you. It was fun this morning and all week, but don't you want to have a bit of freedom now?"
"No."
"So what? I'll keep you tied up permanently?"
"Mmmm aaanh!!!"
Her small, hogtied rubber body twisted under a wave of sexual pleasure.
"Seriously? ... That thought just turned you on?"
"... yes."
"So you only want to fuck when you are tied up, and now you also want to be tied up when I don't fuck you?"
"Yes."
When she was acting like this, there was little that could be done to change her mind. That stubbornness of hers was kind of cute. I could pretty much force her to do whatever if I wanted to, but I was not that kind of dominant person. Without being submissive, I preferred just to give people what they wanted and enjoyed.
"Okay, then. I will have to think of something. I can't have you lie around like this all day. You'd just be in the way."
I slapped her cute little tailed ass and left the room.
Thwack!
"Ow! Hey, where are you going?"
"You'll see. I'll be back in a few. I got an idea. Don't you go anywhere, alright?"
Tied up as she was, hands pinned to her lower back and heels touching her butt, she didn't even bother answering my absurd question. Kitty loved to be restrained and left to simmer in her own sexual world. The feeling of the leather cuffs and ropes hugging her tightly was enough to keep her entertained indefinitely.
