Trance Advisory: This story is a hypnotic induction for the reader, written to hypnotize you as you read it. This chapter will try to fill your head with suggestions that make you want to submit and be transformed. There is some memory play at the end that may be super effective on readers who have triggers from another story of mine. Enjoy ^ ^
Chapter 2: Whiskered Away
Tom sat anxiously on the leather couch, suddenly aware of a dreadful silence in the air.
The large muscular woman with the long red hair returned, wearing the same green jacket Tom had seen her in last night. Her every footstep seemed so elegant, so purposeful, complete with a commanding posture that demanded both attention and respect. She glanced back and forth between her obedient kitten who knelt submissively by the door, and the silent stranger on the couch who seemed to shrink away from her stare.
This must be Katie's mistress, Tom inferred.
Their eyes met for less than half a moment, and in that instant Tom felt so exposed, so vulnerable. It was like she could see into his thoughts, into his soul, with fierce brown eyes that his meek gaze just could not meet. He blushed and looked down at the ground, but he could still sense that powerful stare, scanning over every inch of his body, making him feel like a helpless prey caught in the snare of a hunter goddess or some primal force of nature.
Tom couldn't face those eyes, not after what he had just done. He didn't notice the stern expression melt away, into a shrewd and toothy grin.
"
Good kitty,
" Katie's mistress broke the silence. "
Who's your friend?
"
"
That's Tom,
" Katie answered, in her cheerful bubbly voice, her beautiful kitty body bouncing excitedly as she spoke. "
He's our next door neighbor, here to introduce himself, so I invited him in for pats.
"
"
That's so sweet,
" The red haired Mistress answered. "
Nice to meet you Tom. My name is Sandra. Did the two of you have fun?
"
"
I, uh, y, y-yes,
" Tom stuttered a response, barely able to find words. He collected himself and added. "
Your kitty is amazing. I've never seen anyone like her before.
"
"
We had like so much fun!
" Katie agreed. "
Tom gives real good pats, but cept he tugged upon my tail.
"
"
Accident,
" Tom scrambled to defend himself. "
Tail, face, reflex, sorry.
"
The naughty programmer awkwardly stumbled through his words, struggling to string them together into one cohesive thought. He could not seem to think straight, so he just mumbled those 5 words and hoped for best.
"
What did Tom do to you, after he Accidentally tugged your tail?
" Sandra addressed the question towards Katie, but her eyes never left Tom's face. She accentuated the word, accidentally, in an inquisitive accusatory way.
Reflexively Tom's legs crossed and his arms clutched tight against his chest as he inched backwards into the leather sofa. He wanted to sink into the couch, to slide between the soft and squishy cushions and keep sliding deeper down into a nonexistent vacant void where he could just drift away from this most awkward situation.
"
Tom asked me some questions,
" Katie answered. "
Then he made me bend over the couch and say come fuck me hard.
"
"
He did what?!!
" Sandra practically screamed. Her eyes narrowed into an angry glare and her nostrils flared.
"
Stay,
" Mistress commanded, then she turned and stepped aggressively towards Tom. "
Explain yourself!
"
Oh fuck. What have I done? Tom wondered. FUCK! He wanted to run. Except there was nowhere to run, and nowhere to hide. Plus running now would definitely ruin his only chance to ever get to know his sexy catgirl neighbor. Lying would certainly yield the same result. All he could do was answer honestly, and hope that he would not anger Mistress Sandra any further.
"
I didn't fuck her,
" Tom began. "
I want to. Desperately. But I just couldn't. Not like that.
"
Then he trailed off and stared at the floor again, still struggling to find words.
"
Look me in the eyes,
" Sandra commanded. Tom obeyed. "
I want an explanation for your actions. Do go on.
"
Sandra's stare was practically painful to behold, brown eyes ablaze with enough emotion to burn a hole strait through Tom's head, and yet he dare not look away, not after a command like that.
Sandra's perfume, on the other hand, was sweet and intoxicating, like a bouquet of roses mixed with raspberries and sex. Every breath seemed to slow Tom's thought's down like inhaling a cloud of lust into his brain.
"
I didn't mean to tug her tail,
" Tom started to explain. "
I just wanted the furr out of my eyes and nose. I didn't think-
"
"
No,
" Sandra interrupted. "
You did not think. Obviously. Now tell me, what did you do after that?
"
Tom felt like a little child, scolded by his mommy. He knew that Sandra would force a full confession out of him, but that just made it even harder to try to find the right words to say. Still he had to say something, and soon.
"
I didn't know what was happening after that,
" Tom answered. "