I have always had a love of cats, especially Tigers and other "Big Cats." I am an attractive 25 year old woman with tanned olive skin, standing about 5' 11" with long legs and a well toned body. I have perfectly sized breasts, a flat stomach and a tight arse. I am currently going out with a biological scientist, I don't really understand exactly what he does, but I know that while he may be average looking, he is both very smart and well off. My boyfriend was always finding new and exciting ways of pleasing me, often going to great lengths to both entertain and pleasure me. I assumed that this time was no different. When I arrived home he slowly stripped me down and began to apply body paint all over my naked form. I patiently waited, quietly laying on the bed whilst he applied the paint. The cool evening air was beginning to tickle my skin and I found my nipples crinkling up. I found the situation very erotic as I lay on the bed naked and he slowly tickled my body all over whilst the paint brush danced.
Where he had already painted my skin seemed to feel warm, and tingled, but at the time I thought nothing of it. It was also strange that he painted in silence - it was almost frustrating not being able to see what he was painting. The few times I tried to question him he merely said "shush darling, patience." My body seemed to be reacting strangely - wherever he had painted was now throbbing warmly and where he had yet to do the cool night air raised goose bumps. The contrast was driving me crazy - my nipples stood out like bullets and blood was rushing to my loins, my shaved lips were becoming engorged with blood and my pussy was lubricating freely. Even more exciting was not knowing what to expect.
As he neared completion, my whole body throbbing pleasurably, I began to feel very heavy. "Finished," he said, standing up to inspect his handiwork. I attempted to form a reply but my mouth no longer seemed to be connected to my brain. I started to rise but found that my body no longer responded to my commands. My eyelids began drooping and the last thing I remember hearing before passing into oblivion was my boyfriend saying, " Don't worry Julie, everything will be alright." What a strange thing to say.
I awoke on a very cold and hard surface, eyes still closed, wondering what was happening, was I dreaming? "Jules, you're awake... good!" Hearing Tom's voice I relaxed a little and considered opening my eyes. My body still throbbed but it was more distant, almost like the calm before the storm. "Hey baby, why don't you open your eyes now and have a look at the mirror along the wall to your right."
I slowly opened my eyes, and as they adjusted to the intense ceiling lights I realised that I was in a cage of some sort, comprised of one mirror wall and three barred walls. I looked at Tom in alarm, until my mind caught up to speed and I realised we were playing one of his kinky games. I looked into the mirror at my reflection and noticed that I was still naked, but I was painted to look like a Tiger. The colouring was really good - Tom wasn't a bad artist. "Oh, I see - I am your pet Tiger, am I? Grrr..." I growled and began to crawl around the cage on my hands and knees. I went to stand up but couldn't seem to coordinate the correct muscles. As soon as I began rising, my knees seemed to go very week and I sank back to the floor. Strange, I thought... probably still waking up. I settled for moving over towards Tom on all four limbs, hands and feet. It seemed strangely natural.
