Pt. 01: Cat-Astrophic Envy - Femdom

A parcel arrived unexpectedly, creating a mixture of emotions within both of them.

While she was overjoyed by the arrival of her most awaited parcel, he was astonished, because he was told about it beforehand which was mostly the case.

He was not aware of what the parcel held and when he questioned her about it, she simply advised him to exercise patience.

He watched her unwrap the box, sitting on the ground with her cat on her lap, the beaming joy increasing query within him.

Eventually, the wait halted its pace as her hands finally unwrapped the box.

And he found out that it was a collar. A small black collar, which she quickly tied around her cat's neck.

He could not believe that the excitement and joy on her face was because of the cat's collar. It left him astoundingly sitting on the couch.

But swiftly the astonishment changed its color when he witnessed her adore the cat with many kisses and compliments.

He felt irritation taking its course in his nerves, and many questions arising as well.

Why was the cat receiving such affection when he only sleeps all day? He does absolutely nothing and just purrs around the house when he is the one taking care of her.

He did not receive such affection and compliments, he was just dumbfoundedly sitting on the couch like a third wheel.

Unable to withstand such a dreadful situation he stomped to the kitchen, his eyes never leaving the two cuddling beings.

She did not even notice him walk off!

The water that he had poured for himself, thinking it might soothe him did not help his burning heart at all, frustrating him even more.

This is not right!

She would just not stop kissing him! She needed to stop!

But she wished to share the joy with him. She wished to get his opinion on how the cat looked, but before she could ask him, she found a disturbing expression on his face.

His eyes had turned colder than the ice, almost no emotion surfacing his skin, just like his body. Only, his cheeks were puffed up, his lips tightly sealed together.

She saw him take a gulp and his scary, fixed eyes on the cat.

Why was he looking at him like that?

Then a loud thump of the glass against the kitchen counter occurred, leading her to flinch.

"What's wrong?" She quickly questioned, her fingers still combing the cat's hair.

"Nothing." He bitterly answered and quietly stomped towards her.

His steps were as slow as the cat in her lap and his hands were just as unpredictable as the cat.

He yanked the cat away from her arms and literally threw him on the couch then continued to walk off with the same attitude as the cat.

Before she could summarize the situation he had also locked himself in the bedroom, leaving both the glass and her deserted and astonished.

What the fuck!

What the fuck just happened?

With a strong blink of her eye, the moment of shock abruptly died down, and her senses came back to reality.

"Baby?" Fretting with her neck, she quickly stood on her feet and paced to the door. "What happened? Is something wrong?" She questioned as she tried to push the door open, but the door stood still.

"Baby?" Realizing the door was locked, she boomed, "Why have you locked yourself in?"

Her hands were trying to push the door open, knocking at the same time, while her ears awaited his response but received nothing.

"Baby, if you don't speak, how would I know?"

Then a loud and bitter response came from inside.

"Ask your cat if he's fine. Why are you here?"

Suddenly, a jolt of realization splashed through her skull, prompting a crackling smile on her face.

That is when she realized that he was jealous, but she remained poised.

Standing quietly outside with her head against the door, she wanted to laugh. She was at the very point of cracking but stopped herself from doing so. She did not wish to anger him more.

And once again the silence echoed in the room, leaving his ears to stand up as well as him from the bed. He was sitting with his arms crossed.

He quietly stomped to the door and pressed his ear against it, trying to gather any little noise, and noticed a faint sound of something he could not pinpoint.

He kept listening with his utmost focus when suddenly the sound died down, only to welcome a new sound. A knock on the door, which left him shaken and astonished.

"Can you open the door?" She boomed.

"Go play with your cat. Why are you here?" He responded with the same attitude, prompting her to tightly clench her crackling laughter from cracking out, which she was struggling to do.

She took a brief pause and consoled herself before she knocked on the door, once again, her words calm but astounding. "I'm here to play with my kitty."

His ears stood tall at that, his eyes staring at the door as if she was before him while his hands clenched his composure tightly.

"Can kitty open the door for mommy?" She questioned, with her sweet tone sending chills down his spine.

He did not foresee that. But it surely had an effect on him.

Taken aback by her words, and hesitantly, he slowly unbolted the door as if he got hypnotized by her words and found her standing with a soft smile on her face.

He found it so affecting that he wished to ignore her eyes and did so, turning away towards the bed.

"Is my kitty jealous by any chance?" Her voice poked his soul through his back and halted his feet mid-way.

"Will you also not answer me?" Her voice grew closer with ginger steps, her touch meeting his neck just to take his breath away.

"I'm not jealous." He breathed, his eyes shut tight, his hands trying to soothe the erecting heat in his body.

"Of course not." She responded with a tone that believed him but also mocked him as she introduced the same collar to his neck that she had bought for the cat, leading his eyes to quickly notice it.

The action performed by her came to him as another surprise, leaving him speechless and hazy.

"It's a bit small for your neck, but will work." Adding, she yanked his neck back a bit, securing the collar, and questioned. "Is it too tight?"

"N-no." He wanted to throw more tantrums but if he had already been caught in the haze and quickly denied it, finding her response quickly after. "That's good."

He had assumed she'd do something like kissing his neck after that but she walked off to the table drawer beside their bed and began searching for something.

"What are you looking for?" He questioned with his eyes, awaiting her hand to come out of the drawer and reveal what it was that she was searching for.

"This." she boomed as she showcased it in the air and left his eyes to flitter even more.

It was a leash.

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END OF THE SMUT

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