Melissa was dressed as a cat: a black bodysuit, black socks on her hands and feet, a headband with ears, a fuzzy tail (attached to her buttplug), and whiskers drawn on her face. She was currently on her hands and knees, prowling about the bedroom.
The door opened, revealing Jack, dressed as an animal control officer. He was dressed all in khaki, with a baseball cap. This was their second-time role-playing, and they were trying something a bit different.
"Ah, there you are! You've led me on quite a chase, kitten." He entered the room, carefully closing the door behind him. "But now you have nowhere else to run. Be a good little pussy and let me get this leash on you..." he said quietly, slowly approaching her. She hissed at him, arching her back.
Holding a coiled leash in one hand, he took one step closer. She hopped onto the bed and swatted his hand with hers. "You are a wild one," he observed. He faked a lunge towards her; she dodged away, but he was ready. He threw himself on top of her. She wriggled and twisted, trying to get away, but he was too heavy.
He took both of her "paws" in his hands and pulled them behind her back, He used his leash to wrap them together so she couldn't move them much. "Now that's better," he told her. "Are you ready to be a good little pussy now?" She hissed at him.
"Maybe you're injured?" he asked as he ran his hands along her arms and legs. "No, you seem okay" He sniffed. "Ah, I think I know what your problem is... you're in heat." He unsmapped the bottom of her bodysuit and slid it up over her hips. His fingers explored between her legs. "Yep, sure enough. You're out looking for a tomcat, aren't you?"
"Maybe you just need to be petted for a while, would that help?" he asked, as his hands began to caress her. She stopped struggling. "That's a good pussy. You just need some love, don't you?"
Melissa began to "purr" for him. He untied her arms and rolled her over onto her back. "Do you like your belly rubbed? I bet you do..." He pulled her bodysuit further up, exposing her breasts. His warm hands rubbed her sides and stomach, like a gentle massage. One hand continued down between her legs, as the other caressed her breasts. "Such a nice furry pussy, yes you are..." he teased as his fingers slid around and between her lips.
"I bet you're hungry too, aren't you? Would you like some cream?" he offered, shaking a spray can of whipped cream. Jack squirted a dollop into his hand and held it up to her. She smiled and began to lick it up. She finished, looked up at him expectantly, and meowed.
He leaned back, smiled, and sprayed a thin line of whipped cream down the center of his chest. Melissa rolled onto her hands and knees and used her tongue to lick all of the cream into her mouth. As she got near his waist, he sprayed another line along his cock and balls.
Melissa eagerly followed the trail with her mouth, pausing only to meow.