1. A Kitty Comes to Visit


    Date: 4/17/2016, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 18, Source: LushStories

    strand. “Come in, Rachel,” I told her, gesturing inside and stepping to the side. She took a hesitant step forward, but my words halted her. “Your bag?” “Oh. Oh!” She quickly picked it up and walked inside. I couldn’t stop myself from commenting though. “You look pretty when you blush.” She halted, and when she turned to me, her cheeks turned even darker. She answered me with a soft, quiet, “Thank you.” Definitely the cutest thing I had ever seen! “We have to make you blush a lot then,” I told her and put my hand on her firm, round bum, pushing gently to steer her into the living room. All worries dissolved into dust when I felt the shape of her body under my fingers, felt the muscles work there and, most of all, felt a little tremble race through her at my touch. I guided her to the middle of the room and gave her time to turn fully around and take everything in. I had spent hours with tidying up, dusting and cleaning to make everything shine, yet I was still nervous somehow. I didn’t need to. “Wow,” she gasped, “this is great. I mean, really, really great. I love the colors, and the couch is… wow.” I radiated pride. The couch had been my most expensive indulgence when I moved in, a huge ‘L’ of dark brown, almost black leather, each part wide and long enough so two people could comfortably sleep on them - or do other things. The backrests were mounted ingeniously, and you could move them back and forth and up and down and tilt them almost any way you wanted, held in place ...
    by a curved chrome metal pipe each that vanished in its back. I had planned to make it one of the centers of events tonight. I watched her open her pretty mouth a few times, only to close it again. She was awfully shy despite all the times we had chatted and exchanged mails, that much was evident. I decided not to keep her waiting any longer and start the game. I picked up her sports bag and carried it to the coffee table, then turned sidewards so I could watch her from the corner of my eye. The moment I reached for the zipper, she bit her lip. I took my time and opened it as slowly as I could. The soft, whirring sound of its teeth unlocking from each other filled the air, and her cheeks once more darkened. Her lips formed into a lovely, nervous pout. “Let’s see what we have here,” I said to fill the silence, pulled the bag open and looked inside. She began to wiggle on the spot, and I watched her hands clench. It was hard to look stern when I turned my face towards her and told her, “Be a good girl and stand still. We can’t have you hopping all over the place, can we?” I almost giggled when I noticed the little shudder that went through her at the words “good girl.” Her eyes widened, and she stiffened, her face looking straight ahead. The first thing I pulled from her bag was a hairband with a fluffy pair of pink cat ears. I ran a finger over the tips and smiled, already able to imagine how cute they would look. A thick pair of completely fingerless pink mittens followed, and ...
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