Chapter 27: Cat Spirit Sex

When I got to my bedroom Li was in her ‘overheated sex kitten in heat’ mode, pacing on all fours around my bed, periodically rubbing parts of her body on my pillow, “to mark her territory.” She had taken out the labial hardware but still wore the tail from the club. I liked the wig, but it never stayed on. She flicked her tail, it was something she liked.

I was the only one who ever gave her permission to regress, to let her cat spirit walk in her skin, it was a unique and unimaginable freedom for one who led such a controlled life, especially in childhood.

From when she could walk she was never allowed to play as a normal child does, play was punished in the house where she was raised. Then, when she and her mother were living in LA, at the time in her life when her sexual feelings came on her and she developed strong desires very quickly, she became fascinated by cats having sex.

Li and her mother were living next to this vacant odd-shaped piece of land with trees and bushes. It seemed every cat in the neighborhood, both domestic and feral, came there to mate. There was suspicion that a university prof was using pheromones to draw the cats in an effort to keep the rat population down. (Many parts of LA have a rat problem.) It seemed to work but it could never be proven. In any event, day and night there were plenty of cats coming to this lot to meet other cats with basic cat-social urges.

Li used to watch and listen to them. That was the same time she discovered masturbation. The final factor was a cheap paperback book she found about two girlfriends, one with large breasts and one with small breasts. Both were self-described as “cat-like in their faces, gestures and movements.” The two did every type of sex scenes, starting with watching each other play with themselves and progressing to strapping on for ass-fucking. Ever since then private sexual play for Li has always involved cat-like gestures and noises.

I allow her free rein in this, I call it “putting on the cat spirit.” Sometimes it gets to the point where she wants to be forced in some way, with just a touch of roughness, like holding her down using my teeth on the back of the neck. We have ways of signaling such moods. Today she just wanted to play, with words, noises and a little role play with me.

She made sure I noticed two items she had set out. One was a set of play handcuffs. They are plastic, she could snap the plastic chain and the cuffs themselves here soft rubber. They were hidden under the pillow, but she made sure that, on one of her passes rubbing against the pillow, I saw them.

The second item was a big Magic Wand vibrator on the end table next to the bed, in easy reach. We have a routine for that, the good times were already plugged in.

When I let her “cat spirit” out to play in my room, it was both serious therapy and sexually very fulfilling for her. The main activity was lots of petting, with her accepting like a cat. She acted like she was resisting, we repeated this a couple of times in different spots. Suddenly, like flipping a switch, the next stage was when her presenting her pussy for my fingers. When I stroked too lightly along her valley she let a little displeasure show, she needed a firmer hand. So she got it. She liked that and started to purr.

After a bit of frigging alternated with stroking her pussy we both felt her start to flow more and more from the inside. Using my little finger I let my first knuckle penetrate inside her. Like a cat she was affronted at the familiarity, but she really liked the feeling so she showed displeasure while letting me probe her. She showed more displeasure when I took the little finger out, but then I replaced it with a larger finger and she responded positively, doing “it’s about time” in cat body language. We repeated that routine until I had two fingers inside while my thumb was moving near her clit.

I was allowed to serve her majesty for a time, then suddenly she bolted away and began to prance again. She acted confused, we both knew she wanted my cock in her, but she hated herself for the indignity involved and was too proud to ask. Or at least, that was her body language.

We both knew the game, but we let our actions stay true to the mood of the game, she needed this for her soul, so she could make herself keep sucking cocks with a smile every day at work, even when she despised the men she serviced, it was something she could never allow herself to show. From my side I honestly I liked it as childish play. A criminal leader like me has to be very careful about vulnerable moments, but with her, in this bedroom, we both gave the other permission to be free.

(Really, that was why I kind of was grateful for Chronis. It gave some couples with strange or weird drives that they had to play out in public with others, even when those drives were repulsive or demeaning or whatever, a place to get the emotional release. Who could call that wrong? We all have drives and desires we want to keep private, but in some cases we need to bring them out to keep our balance. For some folks that means acting out with others, going beyond the outer markers of convention. “Normal” people who go to Chronis to watch “validate” those who go to be watched, and assure themselves of their own normality so they can do their thing. Where is the harm in that basic model?)

Li and I went back to the petting thing, but this time we both moved toward adding the “cock in pussy” move, until she broke away. Like the cats in that yard, she wanted it, and she acted like she hated that she wanted it. As an actress she was wonderful, because it reflected something deep inside her.

On the other hand, we both knew where this was going, she had put out the cuffs and the Magic Wand. To get us both what we knew we wanted I simply had to give her the time to play it out.

Finally I got my cock into her. We were in the doggie position (we don’t use that word, but you know what I mean) with me petting her side and scratching her head. She used one of her hands to open herself, then started to back into me. I knew better than to try and hold her or pull her in, she had to do it all while I kept up with what I was doing.

Once I was about halfway in I started stroking a little with my hips, but my hands kept petting, not holding her. She moved with me, getting a little deeper. I got a half dozen strokes in before she jumped away. I know, most guys would get pissed off at that, but it was play so she’d be back.

She was really into this play, more seriously than any time I could recall before. It was fun so I stayed with it.

I got my cock in again, sneaking it in and getting a few strokes. She allowed it, then she escaping before I took hold, that type of thing. We repeated the sequence a couple of times, fucking in different positions. I had the most luck with side entry, when I petted her belly and chest as she was on her side, I straddled a leg and got something feeling good going before she slipped out. No talking was allowed, she snarled and purred and hissed but I stayed silent.

We had signals for some things. For instance, she had put a red drape over a light, to indicate she had taken a half a Pink pill. It was something she rarely needed, but it allowed her to drop some inhibitions that she was usually stuck with. It told me that we would play hard tonight, like me holding her with her arms behind her back when I cuffed her, playing rough while I fucked her.

It was the one thing her soul really needed, and being sexually wild, courted by fucking but being free to escape, and finally subdued to pleasure and release while I held her until we were both satisfied. This was something she could only get from me, so it was our bond of her fidelity.

Plus it was fun to play sometimes.

She could never say what she wanted, it was something she and I both needed to learn, and I will admit the learning to get in synch was not easy. She still cannot talk about it directly. Today I got the coded message right away and followed the cues.

Finally she presented herself to me in a pose that said she was ready, she wanted it and would but up with the indignity. This time I took hold of her hips and held her while I took her pussy with the lustful abruptness she expected, and a little more casual brutality than usual. Holding tight I started to fuck in-and-out.

She was not of one mind at this point, you know how they can change their minds. A few times she struggled to get away, but not hard enough to actually do it. She make “yowling” noises like a cat being serviced while I fucked her. With cats they sort of need it, demand it, hate it and voice their objection all at the same time. Li was good at immersing herself in such a complex combination. Freedom, to her, was doing all of it with me.

I was just holding her hips when suddenly she wanted even more so she broke away. She refused to speak words, only animal sounds. After she broke away she rolled onto her back, hands and legs posed as a cat would on her back. I took her face-to-face, using my weight to hold her body as I pinned her hands over her head. But I deliberately got a little high on her and her legs kicked out to the side, allowing escape. In the process she moved the pillow, exposing the cuffs. She had to be cornered again but when I got her she was ready.

This time I got on top, held her arms behind her back and put it in from the back as she was flat under me. We were both sweating from the exertion. I hammered away at her while I held her in place with brute strength. That was when I felt her first climax, she got off, a small one but it was good for us both. That was when I bit the back of her neck and nibbled her ears. Finally she submitted enough so I turned her on her back. Instead of kissing her I licked the sweat from her tiny breasts with the flat of my tongue. She liked that.

We did that for awhile, she kept tensing to test me, then she changed her mind, relaxed and enjoyed the fucking. We rotated to a number of different positions this way: from missionary to side entry to face down, the to the other side. She is small and flexible so these were easy when we are both into it.

When she was ready for the finish, after over an hour of this play, she started to relax the slightest bit. I was straddling one leg, a side entry position. Suddenly she tried to escape, causing my cock to slip out. But she was slow. That was the signal. I pushed her face down, then I again twisted her arms behind her back. This time they stayed as I cuffed her wrists together. She struggled, moaned, made other cat sounds but did not really fight me.

Once I got her and a pillow both in position I got on top of her, stuck my cock into her pussy deep, held her tight with my arms and legs, and turned over so my bottom was resting on the pillow. She is so light we flipped over easily.

That had actually been one of the hardest parts to get right, she had to trust me to roll 180 degrees and stop with her on top without rolling off the edge of the bed. With her arms cuffed behind her back she was helpless if I made a mistake. But I got it right, I was on the bed but close enough to reach her catnip of the Magic Wand.

I was on my back, with my butt elevated on the pillow and my cock held deep inside her pussy. She was on her back on top of me, with her arms cuffed between us. I used my legs to trap her legs, hooking her thighs so she was spread wide and tight to me. Then with one hand I reached down to spread her pussy open with my fingers, exposing the length. With my other hand I reached for the Magic Wand and turned it on.

That thrumming sound ... oh happy day! She knew what she was getting and she held perfectly still for it. When the cushioned head of the wand touched her pussy just right, at a spot between her clit and the hole where my cock was, her body had a unique response.

Her pussy started a cycle of marvelous spasms and convulsions and maybe a series of mini-orgasms that felt damn good to me, and turned her wild, so she was speaking in tongues, or maybe Chinese cat tongues or something. She can’t do this very often, but when she can it was beyond marvelous for her pussy, which went crazy with pleasure.