It seems like hours before you come back into the room, carrying some toast, some milk and two bowls on a tray, fully dressed. I am still naked, struggling with my bonds, wanting desperately to feel your hands on my skin again. However, you have other ideas as you bring out a thin leash and attach it to my collar. You slide the cool edge of a pair of scissors over my throat, just for a moment, and I get goosebumps⦠I feel the rope above my head be cut free, and I bring my hands down, still bound together but no longer attached to the bedpost. Resting them in front of me, my eyes on the floor, I await my next command.
"You said you were very feline," you say to me as you pull me to my hands and knees, my wrists making support awkward but not impossible. "Didn't you?"
"Yes," I answer, looking a bit confused as you tear up the toast into small pieces, putting them into one bowl and setting it on the floor.
You grin at me, gesturing for me to kneel and taking my hands in yours, cutting the knots on my wrists. "Well, then, I think you should show me how feline you are... take a few tips from Eek, so to say..."
Slightly confused, I watch you pour the milk into the other bowl, setting it onto the floor next to the first. You tug a bit on my collar, helping me slide off the bed onto the floor. I eye the bowls with a little apprehension, knowing what I have to do in order to eat but still slightly hesitant.
"You are hungry, aren't you?" you ask. I open my mouth to reply, but you crouch down next to me and put a finger to my lips. "Kitties don't speak the way we do, do they?" you ask sweetly. I shake my head no. "So, then, how do you communicate?" You watch my face, amused by this roleplay.