Feliformia Ch. 06

Kitty spent longer than usual in the bathroom. Based on the noises I was hearing, she was removing all the glued electrodes from her skin. After wearing them for a while, she probably decided that it was about the right time to gift herself with an extended break from her sex-coffin.

Spending a lot of time in it was not all she wanted in life. Her last runs were two of five days and one of eleven days with only two or three days of rest in between. Kitty was not an idiot. Her love for the evil box was undeniable, but she also wanted to spend some time with me as well. She loved me very much and knew I was struggling with loneliness. We did all we could to keep our couple healthy, and it involved sacrifices from both sides.

Her recovery routine completed, she trotted back to our room, where I was waiting for her.

"Zip me!"

Of course, she always needed help to close the lovable, girly, and sexy pink catsuit. Cosmetically, outside the new color, it looked a lot like her old broken black one, but technically, it was a much better product. It was a bit more sturdy, better overall quality, and the sweet padded paws made her life much more complicated and enjoyable. As I was zipping it up, it was my only opportunity to see the human inside the suit. She didn't want me to, but she understood that there was no other choice. The only thing I could see and touch while performing that task was her long straight black hair and the skin of her back.

I respected her wish to only present herself as a latex cat to me, so I tried to keep my actions to a minimum. I moved her hair out of the way and tried not to caress her real skin on purpose. But I wanted to. It was so hard to resist. I could have easily done it as Kitty was super weak. She couldn't prevent me from removing her suit by force; however, knowing it would break all the trust we had in each other, I always refrained from doing so.

Loving latex so much, I quickly forgot about my human skin desire as soon as her body was fully encased. I still couldn't believe that my girlfriend was a latex lover. What were the odds? I didn't want to lose that no matter what. Her suit turned me on, and it would remain that way for a very long time. That aside, I still missed her old black catsuit.

"I prefer this one to your old one. But I'm still missing your first one. We should get you more suits so you can alternate colors."

She climbed on top of me and started to cuddle.

"I don't know. I don't like changing suits. I like this one a lot. It is not the first time you suggest it. Maybe we can look into it ... eventually."

"That's what it was ... a suggestion. I'm fine with my helpless pink Kitty. How are you feeling? No brain damage after 11 days?"

"Hey, the sex-coffin is not worse than watching TV all day while eating chips. My brain is just fine. I wish you'd come to talk to me more often, though, and that maximum punishment is kind of extreme. It hurts a lot," she said.

"Yes, but you decided to add it yourself and set it to 1%. What is the big deal?"

"I'll increase it again."

"Why am I not surprised? Pervy girl. You are so funny, sometimes. Do you remember that you don't even like pain?"

"Meow. I know. Pain sucks. But not having control is a bit hot."

She hit the nail on the head. Kitty never liked pain. As a typical girly girl, she was sensitive and loved tenderness and affection. Pain was not something on her wish list. An occasional slap on the butt was fun, she had no problem with it, but besides that, she needed comfort and pleasure. If I put her in bondage and it caused some pain, she would ask me to redo it differently. A pressure point at the wrong place would spoil the fun of her predicament.

But yet, her obsession with losing control made her cross that frontier. Knowing that she could receive pain and that she couldn't do anything about it was such a turn on for her. This continuous reward was how she was able to cope with what she didn't want in certain situations. I didn't like to hurt her, so I was glad the sex-coffin was doing it for me on some rare occasions.

Kitty kept cuddling with me while lying down on my chest. She needed some answer as to why I stopped her fun earlier.

"So why did you stop the box? I don't remember what you said at all," she asked.

"I didn't say much. It was not something I wanted to discuss while you were getting tickled."

"Tickled? I almost passed out."

"Kitty, I did what you suggested."

I dropped the news just like that. I knew Kitty was the one that proposed that I meet up with other women while she was unavailable. I knew that. But yet, I feared her reaction. Hurting her feelings was the last thing I wanted. I wouldn't forgive myself if that were to happen. She paused after I announced it. But then she sat on my belly and put her two cushioned rubber paws on my chest.

"Really? You did it?"

"Yes."

Another awkward pause. Kitty was just staring at me, with her cute rubber face and her little feeding tube in the nostril. Then I saw it ... her famous corner of the mouth upward twitch.

"Kitty ... Are you trying to retain your smile again?"

"Pfff... hahaha ... REALLY?"

Now she was laughing out loud. I was not sure what was so funny in seeing me worrying myself to death, but she certainly didn't take the announcement badly, which was a relief.

"Yes, really. But it is not going to work."

"Aaaah! I'm so proud of you for trying. I didn't think you would have the guts to do it," she said.

"Hey, now. Be nice! It was hard."

"Cute?"

"Her? ... Yes. She is as tiny as you."

"Smart?"

"Very."

"Hot sex?"

"... We just cuddled and kissed."

"Really? So you didn't do what I suggested then," she retorted.

"Ah, come on, Kitty. It is not like all the girls are sex maniacs like you. It was just nice and comfortable. I was not ready for more anyway. You are my one," I said.

"I know I am, and this is why I told you to go play with another girl. I am not scared that you'd leave me. Anyway, I'm not surprised that you kept things simple. You're cute. You always think way too much instead of enjoying the moment. But I'm still proud of you."

She poked me on the forehead with her paw. She then let her body fall back down on my chest and wiggled a bit to get comfy before restarting the interrogation.

"So, why do you say it won't work? Feeling too guilty?"

"That is not it. I can fight the feeling. It is more that it is not what I want deep down. What I want is you, Kitty. Not a one night stand."

"I know. We are trying to find a good balance here," she said, knowing we had this conversation numerous times before.

"Yes, but Erika planted some good thoughts into my head. I wanted to know what you'd think."

"Erikaaaa ... Erikaaaa ... Such a sexy name. Okay, what did she say? By the way, I need to pee again."

"Sorry. You can't. We are having a discussion, just wait. So, what Erika said is that we should find someone that we would learn to love, and that would become part of our family."

"Polygamy!"

"Uh? ... Said like that, you make it sound weird, Kitty."

"Mark, a cat is a cat. It is polygamy. And ... really? Interesting."

"See, you are confused about it too. In a nutshell, she said that our lifestyle is atypical, and because of what we like to do, there is potential room for a person that will complement our couple. So, how much do you like women?" I asked.

"How much do you like men?" Kitty counter-asked.

"Fair enough! But while you are occupied, I would be the one that would have to deal with the 3rd person."

"If she is a cat, I can tolerate her."

"A cat? I doubt we will ever find another someone like you, sorry to break it to you."

"Erika, she is not a cat?"

"No, she is a red-haired girl with freckles. She did find you cute, though, when I showed her your pictures."

"So, she is gonna move in?"

"Woah! Erika suggested that we find someone else; she didn't ask to join our family. You are going a bit too fast, don't you think?"

"It is amazing how little you know about how people, Mark. You should listen to yourself, it is funny."

As if she was convinced that I was wrong, she didn't hesitate to make me feel it. She didn't even meet Erika once, and she already thought that the girl could be a good candidate to expend our household? I knew kitty, much better than before, and she may have picked up on something that had eluded me. As she said, I was not that good at reading minds. It was worth listening to what she had to say. Kitty sat on my belly again.

"If she told you, it is because she considers it herself. Simple as that. Say, did she tell you what she thought about a threesome?"

"No ... wait ... Yes, Erika did mention something at the pub yesterday."

"I bet she was open to considering it."

How did Kitty do that? It was a mystery. What kind of creature could think that quickly and always be right? She left me in the dust before the race even started.

"... Yes. She was."

"Call her!"

"What? No! She just left yesterday."

"Call her!"

"Kitty, stop."

"Call her!"

"No. Why do you want me to call her?"

"Invite her back here."

Kitty stretched her arm and tried to reach my phone that was sitting on the nightstand. I stopped her and grabbed it before she smashed it on the ground with her cuddly paws; it happened before.

"Call her. Now. On speakerphone, I want to hear."

She was putting one of her paws on my face while still trying to reach the phone with the other.

"Kitty, you are impossible. Ok! Ok! ... I'll do it. Stop! Leave my phone alone."

"Wait, unzip your pants first!" she ordered.

"Why?"

"I want to give you a blowjob while you are talking to her, it would turn me on."

At that point, I almost had regrets. I should have left Kitty inside the sex coffin for a couple more weeks. In the end, I was not going to win, and she knew it. I pulled my cock out, and Kitty took it in her mouth and started sucking it quietly. I placed a hand on top of her latex head, and I dialed Erika's number with my free hand. I put my phone on speaker as Kitty asked me.

"Hello?"

"Hey Erika, it's Mark."

"Well, well, well! It didn't take long. I thought we said we were going to text."

"I'm sorry about that, but I told Kitty about you, and she was curious."

"She asked you to call me? Haha ... Cute."

"Aaaaaaanh ... mmmm!"

Why in the world was Kitty doing that for? That was so rude ... She asked me to call Erika, and she let out some loud moans while I'm talking. I tried to push her head away from my cock using my hand.

"Kitty .. shhh! What are you doing?"

"Mark? Are you fucking her right now?" Erika asked.

Oh god!

"No! ... I'm not! ... Kitty, stop!"

"Aaaaannh! Aaaaannh!"

Kitty kept moaning like a whore. It sounded fake, and it was fake, I could easily tell. She was doing it on purpose to embarrass me. Erika didn't have the reaction I expected. Apparently, I was the only one that was freaking out about Kitty's impolite behavior. Erika started to laugh.

"Haha. Am I on speakerphone? Kitty, what are you doing to him?"

"I'm giving him a blowjob. He likes it a lot!"

I wanted to die. I fell into a trap, and it was so humiliating. Erika continued the conversation.

"Well, he loves you very much, you know, I'm jealous. Don't stop until he comes twice. Okay?"

"Got it!" responded Kitty.

"Hey Mark, I have to go now. I'm at a clothing store. Are you available this coming Friday night? I want to see Kitty."

"... Y ... Yes."

"Cool! See you, you two. Have fun!"

Click!

What just happened? What just happened? Was I so weak that everybody could manipulate me like a puppet at will? And Kitty was really working hard on my cock now. I was already about to come.

"Kitty ..."

"Cum! We will talk after ..."

I was ready, so it was not a difficult thing to do. I shot a big load inside her throat. That was pretty much the only thing she was eating these days now that she had a feeding tube installed. She swallowed it all, but yet, she wouldn't stop sucking.

"Kitty, I came ... stop ... it's sensitive."

"No. Erika said to cum twice!"

I was going to auction that rubber cat!

After what she did, I threw Kitty in her crate and left her there for three whole days. I also made her believe that I was overfeeding her to make her gain more weight. I told her I'd make her fat and force her to wear a pig suit. She wasn't too sure if I was serious or not on that one. That kept her a bit quieter during her punishment. Of course, I provided her with several sex toys, so she didn't get too bored.

The days rolled by, and Friday quickly arrived. There was a certain febrility in the air. I was anxious since Erika would meet Kitty in person for the first time, and Kitty was eager because she couldn't wait to meet her. One thing we had to decide was how the latex cat was going to greet her. Should she be locked in her crate? Should she be hogtied on the couch? Should she be running free?

"The crate!" said Kitty.

Those were useless questions. Kitty had her mind made up already. Needless to say that she would also be wearing her full rubber catsuit and her pink collar. She didn't wear it often anymore; we forgot about it most of the time. Her suit wasn't locked most of the time, either. We mostly added those accessories when we felt a bit more frisky.

"Alright, crate it is."

I pushed her inside it with the side of my foot and closed the door. The padlocks went on. I left the keys on top of it. Somehow, I wasn't too worried about Erika seeing this kinky scene. She did enter the crate for fun when she was here last time and thought it was cool. Now we only had to wait for our red-haired friend.

I was nervous. One thing I didn't tell Kitty was that after spending a full day with Erika last week, I thought I was starting to develop feelings for her. I pushed them back down, as I was not ready to accept them, but I knew they were there. I thought about it on several occasions during the past few days. Those feelings didn't appear during or after our long cuddle and make-out session.

They first appeared at the pub when I was telling her all about Kitty. My feelings for my rubber catgirl were powerful, but on that night, there was something new. I was attracted to Erika. She was so lovely, so funny, so open-minded and smart. All the things that I love in a person. It was not an instant crush like I had with Kitty at the bookstore; it was something just more mature, perhaps it was because she was a bit older. Who knew?

The more I was thinking about this, the more I started to understand why Kitty insisted so hard to invite Erika back in a hurry. Kitty was incredibly perceptive. She could read my mind like nobody else. I was wondering if, when I told her about Erika, she sensed that I was perhaps falling for that new person. That was definitely something Kitty would have picked up on. It made so much sense that it was scary.

Ding!

Erika arrived. I let her in, and she gave me a big hug. I kind of wanted to kiss her too, but it felt a bit awkward.

"Aaah, it's so nice to see you again. I kind of missed those hugs," she said.

Before I could even reply, and that was funny, she jogged straight to the living room to find the crate holding Kitty prisoner and crouched down in front of it. It was as if she predicted that it would be her location. She put her backpack aside and plunged her two arms inside the cage to cuddle her.

"OMG! You are so adorable! I'm so jealous."

"Thank you. I'm Kitty!"

Erika was thrilled to meet her finally. Very excited. It was a cute scene to see them interacting with each other for the first time. Erika pulled on Kitty's ears, and Kitty showed off her cushioned paws. They gave me the impression that they were already best friends. Erika then turned to me and asked me something rather unexpected.

"Mark, I have a weird favor to ask?"

"Kitty is mine. You cannot keep her."

"Haha. No. I know that. I want to make a trade with you ..."

"A trade? What do you mean?"

"I will give you a long deep kiss, and in exchange, you leave me alone with Kitty for a couple of hours," she said.

"Well, that sounds hot. I want to see that kiss," added Kitty, trying to peek through her crate's door.

What a strange request. I was all for the deep kiss, but I wasn't so sure I wanted to leave them alone together. They had never met before, after all ... and I wanted to spend time with them too. It was probably that second reason that bugged me the most. But, of course, I vocalized the former to look more manly.

"I don't know, guys ... You don't know each other. What are you planning to do with Kitty, Erika?"

"Haha ... nothing. I just want to get to know her one on one, that's all."

"Mark, I want to see that kiss! Mmm," Kitty insisted, a bit turned on.

"Why do I have to leave? Leaving the house?"

"Come on, Mark, you know I was looking forward to meeting her. Kitty and I will cuddle with you all night when you come back if the kiss isn't enough."

"Okay, now that's very hot ... Mark, get out!" kitty added in a cheerful tone.

Okay, that deal suddenly got better, indeed. Cuddling with two cute girls all night? The thought was making me hard. Ah, well, why not? Erika was obsessed with Kitty last time, so this was probably a dream come true to meet her. I didn't want to spoil her fun. It was odd, I didn't want to leave, but rationally speaking, she was not asking for much. I grabbed Erika by the waist and made sure Kitty could see us.

"Make it count!" I said to Erika.

"Aaanh!" Kitty moaned

I started kissing the small Erika. She put all her heart into it. We kissed for probably 2-3 minutes, and she became all warm and even moaned a little before it ended. That was way more than I expected. My feelings for her were definitely present. She was bold and awesome. I'm pretty sure Kitty had her two paws down to her crotch.

"Alright, girls. When you are done getting to know each other, just text me. I'll go get a coffee at the mall. But don't let me rot forever, okay?"

I grabbed my keys and coat and headed out to my car.

I waited at the mall for what seemed an eternity, but they were not exceeding the reasonable limit of my patience. I was not too bored, though, it was actually nice to relax a bit.

One thing Kitty taught me during the past year was to be a little bit less inside my head. Sitting here at the mall, in front of a coffee shop, eating a muffin, I was observing the different people walking past me. Everybody was different, and I wondered what kind of relationships they had at home.

Was my relationship with Kitty that weird? It was surely special, but I couldn't be the only one with a girlfriend that had an intense rubber fetish. It was nice to observe, to be in the present moment. To wonder about what was going on around me, and not worrying about anything. My cell phone vibrated, pulling me out of my self-exploratory experience.

Bzzz! "Come."

Bzzz! "Now."

Bzzz! "Love much."

If I had a fear that Erika took over Kitty's cell phone, I was reassured. Only she could type that way. Love much. That was cute. I texted her back.

"You girls are having fun?"

Bzzz! "Yes. She is gone."

"Erika is gone?"

Bzzz! "Yes. Come. Surprise."

"Alright. I'm on my way."

Kitty was using her mouth to text me on her phone with a touch pen. I wasn't going to ask her for a complete report. I was wondering what would be the surprise, but I was more curious to know why Erika left. I was looking forward to cuddling with two cute girls all night. I had never experienced that, so it was a bit sad.

A few minutes later, I got back to my house and walked up the stairs to the living room. There was nobody. The cage was open, but nothing else.

"Kitty? Where are you?"