Catastrophic Envy: Femdom's Perspective (Part 2)

Catastrophic Envy: Femdom's Perspective (Part 2)

The leash she held made his skin shiver. Excitement took hold of him, like seeing a ghost.

His breathing halted in his chest, as she approached him. Her purposeful strides made him step backwards, his mouth drying out while his heart pounded with desire.

"Where are you headed, kitten? I want to play with you." she murmured softly, and the world came to a standstill. The wall pressed against his back, and eventually, his chance of escape was gone.

"M-mommy." he stuttered, his hands sticking to the wall, as she crowded herself just inches away from his face.

"If you hate that cat so much, why don't you take its place?" she intimated, tugging on the collar's hook hanging from around his neck.

A novel sensation tingled through his skin, like a chill for the first time.

"What do you think?" she asked, connecting the leash to the collar, letting him see the poisonous look in her eyes.

Her hand moved from the collar to his cheek, gliding over like a snake. He stood there, paused, with his breaths trapped in his throat, and his hands fastened to the wall.

"Do you like that, kitten?" she purred, her lips close to his, and she stroked his hair like petting a kitten.

Despite the sense of urgency, a sluggish stillness invaded his veins, and his face fell into her shoulder. He didn't say it with words, but it was clear he surrendered to her.

"My kitten enjoyed that?" she inquired, her fingers tracing his hair to his spine, and he nodded, rubbing his tongue against her neck.

The sticky, moist sensation left her feeling astonished and drove a hum from her lips, further fueling him.

The sweet yet salty taste of her skin on his tongue made him thrash against his own self-control, putting him at the boundaries between normality and feral instinct.

He lunged towards her and hugged her, pulling her close, his licking overtaking a small lick into a sharp bite on her neck.

She laughed out loud and started to giggle, but also pulled his face away abruptly.

"Easy there." she cooed into his lips, and said, "Kittens don't walk on two feet."

The message seeped into his mind, and he quickly sank onto his knees, his palms on the ground.

"That's a good kitten." she praised him, sitting back on the bed's edge, raising her hand in the air, beckoning him to "crawl."

His breaths held as the numbness from her arousal surged through his veins, his gaze fixed on her, waiting for her call.

"Come here." she encouraged, and he built up the strength to bend his limbs and slowly inched towards her while the abrasive floor tore into his skin and his buttocks swayed in the air.

She waited with held breath, watching him crawl inch by inch like a captivated cat.

"That's my good kitten." she cooed at his performance, submerged in arousal, when he finally reached and pressed his face against her palm.

He licked her palm with eagerness, feeling a sense of relief after acting out from frustration.

"So, why were you jealous?" she asked while he maneuvered his cheek against her palm, his lips curled into a pout. "I didn't have enough attention for you?" she teased, and he nodded, his eyes shifting between her darkening thighs and her eyes. "Kittens don't talk," she reminded him, snatching her palm from his cheek.

He meowed loudly, disgruntled by her words, and his eyes brightened.

"You knew I couldn't understand your thoughts," she intoned, peeling off her shorts, but her actions seemed to be moving in slow motion to him.

"I understand your emotions." she hypothesized, removing her panties and sitting back on the bed, sparking curiosity in his eyes. "Can kittens lock themselves in a room?" he mulled over her question, his eyes lingering on her and her eyes. [

"I don't think that's true." She replied to her own question, before gracefully laying her hand on his face once again. "What you did wasn't very nice, my little pet."

Her hand slipped away, and he found his way to the curve of her waist, his lips brushing against her smooth skin. "But don't fret. I'll show you how to behave nicely."

"Kiss me." She whispered as she parted her legs further, allowing him to give her quick, tender kisses on her inner thigh.

These quiet kisses made her moan and caused a sensation within her, her body heating up while he felt himself aroused in his pants.

"Good kitty." She murmured, with her eyes closed, clutching his hair with her free hand.

"Let me see your kitty's tongue." She stated, effortlessly pulling his head backward and looking into his eyes. "Stick out your tongue."

His eyes locked onto hers, mouth filling with anticipation, his tongue slid out, ready.

"You always listen so well yet can be so naughty." She said sweetly, tilting her head to spit on his tongue. "That's perfect." She remarked, changing her hand from his hair to his lips, rubbing her saliva on his tongue.

"I like cats who like to claw." She continued, and pulled his head deeper into her warmth, continuing, "However, they must only use their claws when I tell them to."

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END OF EROTICA

---Best wishes, author! ❤️

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• Criminally-Tuned Rhythm Chapter 1
• Rose and Gephard in Their Sanctuary (Part 7)
• Cat-Astrophic Envy: Feline-Dominant Feminization
• Neighbors Helping Neighbors in Chapter 7

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