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| Mona_Demarkov |
When we moved to the new place, we moved onto a cat's territory. In fact, we moved into his house, he claims. Which is absolutely fine, I have a bit of a soft spot for cats, and agreed to play by his rules. Until he went a bit far...
One evening, feeling my dommy itch, I plopped my sub onto the bed, on his front, and locked his collar to a chain at the foot of the bed. I secured his hands in bondage mitts, stuck a cock gag into his mouth, pulled his T-shirt over his head to block his view and also create a bit of an authentic look of being manhandled. I naturally then pulled the rest of his clothes off, dragged his testicles between his thighs, bound them at the base into a neat little ball, attached them to the back of his collar, and proceeded to rope his ankles and knees together. He looked like a lovely little wiggly sausage to be caned. And cane I did. Ass, nuts, soles of feet...But this is not a story about how I played with my boytoy, this is the story about the little bastard...the cat.
Let me describe the cat for a moment, the visual is quite important: he is small, black, with giant ears, very long canines that drop over his lower lip like in a saber tooth tiger. Except he doesn't look like a tiger, he looks like a walrus, with bat ears. He is incredibly talkative, and apparently beats the crap out of any cat, dog, bear that might get near him. I don't understand how, given he practically fits in my pocket and tends to purr and snore loudly, but I believe the victims when they point at him with a shaking paw. Oh, and he also shares the name of a ruthless African genocidal maniac.
So there I am, in the middle of my caning, when I hear "MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW MEOW" at the front door. This cat does not pause between meows, the few first times I heard him yell at me to come in I thought it was an emergency, and rushed to his aid: What is it cat? Is it little Timmy? Did he fall down a well? But soon I realized that this is just his way of telling me he demands of me to open the door this instant, so he can sit in the doorway and think about coming in.
His yelling distracts me, so I put down the cane, and rush to open the door for His Majesty. Seconds later he follows me to the bedroom, aiming to place his ass directly onto my sub's head. He has a bit of an obsession with climbing as close to our faces as he can. Not only is this frowned upon during BDSM, but my sub is also allergic to cats, and even though he has recently become more used to this cat, and doesn't have suffocating fits followed by death, he still starts choking a bit if sat upon by a furry monster.
And here begins the dance: low hisses at the cat to bugger off, the cat, with his walrus teeth, staring shamelessly right back at me, clearly disagreeing. Flailing my cane at him, making sure I don't hit him, which results only in the cat moving elegantly out of the way, ass still on the floor in place, with just the upper body floating half an inch in front of the cane, deftly avoiding any contact...How does he move like that?? Then, getting bored by my flailing, he goes again straight for my sub, despite not liking the sounds of the cane connecting with the sub's ass, flicking his ears in annoyance...
I get desperate and tap the cat with my cane, gently on the feet, which only accomplishes a Riverdance style avoidance dance...I pull a chair in front on him, he jumps over in, I pick him up and catapult him far, far away, but he lands like a, well, cat, and starts sneaking behind furniture, the clever way, to complete his mission...Cane flailing at him, high heeled shoes thrown at him, hissing, threats, physical removal, he digs his way behind the BDSM toys in the corner and sits his ass down next to my sub's head. Immediately curling up, goes to sleep. I can't even reach him without having to crawl all over my sub, picking up the monster from the covers who has turned into sharp nails dragging all 3 layers of duvet with him. I give up. My sub chokes on his allergic phlegm. The cat purrs. I pretend it was all part of my plan.
| 29 Jun 10, 12:43 AM Lord_Gobbimort 6 yrs  |
I hate cats. They walk around me all "stroke me" like and when they do they turn into cat sluts for a couple of moments before scratching or biting my hand! WTF cats! Then when you tell them to get lost they dont seem to get why you are cross at them! commitment is like ham and eggs. the chicken makes a contribution, the pig makes a commitment. | |
| 29 Jun 10, 12:47 AM SpartanReserve UK(SN), 24 mths |
This can solve many problems if you are able to give in to adventure. Almost everything works in a curry. Steve We the people fight for our existance, we don't claim to be perfect but we're free, we dream our dreams alone with no resistance, faded like the stars we wish to be. | |
| 29 Jun 10, 12:58 AM Romola UK, 7 yrs |
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| 29 Jun 10, 1:13 AM rubberesque UK(W), 5 yrs |
Brilliant! Hahaha Gotta love cats! Very funny tale unfortunately not funny at the time I imagine. I'm the world's greatest lover and a dancin' machine I get loud, I get proud and it gets worse Well, if I have one, I'll have thirteen Naw, there ain't no in-between 'Cause, the more I drink, the more I drink. | |
| 29 Jun 10, 7:41 AM MisterBear UK(WA), 8 yrs  |
I could take him. I always behave. I just don't specify how. | |
| 29 Jun 10, 7:55 AM AKAele UK, 2 yrs |
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w0ffwDYo00Q&featu...
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| 29 Jun 10, 12:21 PM Doghouse_Reilly UK(MK), 6 yrs |
Cats are basically ninjas. The only thing that can stop a ninja is Godzilla. And he's booked til like, forever. Science isn't about why, it's about why not. You ask: Why is so much of our science dangerous? I say: Why not marry safe science if you love it so much. | |
| 29 Jun 10, 3:12 PM Mimi_69 UK(M), 4 yrs |
that made me smile. When i was looking after my mums cat for awhile he used to lay like a human between me and my ex dom. occasionally enjoyed sleeping on Razors head! | |
| 30 Jun 10, 9:17 AM anncat UK(ST), 7 yrs |
love it - made me laugh - cats always rule OK  | |
| 30 Jun 10, 10:12 AM Mona_Demarkov HR, 7 yrs |
I have always had cats, however, I've always had indoor cats. I must admit, I am totally confused by this outdoor creature, I have not at all learned to appreciate the gifts of mice and birds he brings me, and instead of praise, he gets hollared at by me at the top of my lungs (while I stand on something high off the ground, given that occasionally the mice are still alive)...And THEN he gets confused by me chasing after said mice, trying to "save" them, by still hollaring and flailing a towel in a vain attempt to catch them and return them to the garden...He doesn't get affected much by any of this, and proceeds to sit and stare at me with interest. I am not cut out for this. |
