Teasing Miss Kitty
by Anne-Lise
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I awaken slowly, painfully. I'm in the cage again.
"Let me out!" I scream, but the only sound I make is a rumbling purr. My thoughts are interrupted as Willow walks past.
"Mrrrowl!" I try to plead my case, but she doesn't even notice my presence. I see that mischievous smile cross her face. Oh, surely she knows how much it turns me on! Maybe she will keep me here in her bedroom. Maybe, if I'm lucky, she'll forget I'm even here and undress in front of me.
Willow takes no notice of me and my heart hurts. She seems more interested in the photo she keeps on the dresser by her bed. "Oh Buffy, don't you not know what you do to me?" she moans. She looks at the picture again, and her hand travels over her stomach, across her blouse to those perfect breasts. Gently, she caresses herself, all the while whispering the name of that accursed Slayer. How dare she betray my mistress... Yet, just as I'm beginning to enjoy seeing her touch herself, she looks up and catches me watching her. Again she graces me with that wonderful, lascivious smile.
Willow removes her blouse slowly, watching me closely for any reaction.
"Mrrrurrr," I whisper.
Willow sees my discomfort and it seem to spur her on. Her top has been discarded, and her hands are slowly working their way up her firm stomach and over her black, lacy bra. She begins to rub, gently, and I can see her nipples stiffen under her urgent ministrations. She pinches them and moans, "Oh Buffy!" Her right hand slides down across her stomach and between her legs. Her fingers dance where I have only have dreamed about.
Chills run down my spine as her other hand slides down to join the first. She lifts up her hips and slides off her moistened underwear, and she tosses them callously in my direction. As her fingers trace that divine warmth, she penetrates herself with an errant finger. A moan escapes her lips as yet another finger joins the first, and then another.
Her whole body bucks as she slides her fingers in, and out, massaging her clit in a moment of ecstasy.
"Oh Buffy, why won't you to touch me like this?" she moans. "Buffy, please, your fingers feel so good..." Willow's left hand wonders back up to her bra. She unsnaps it and slides it off her left breast, but I can't see the nipple.
I move around in my cage trying to get a better view. As Willow removes her bra completely, a purrs escapes unbidden from my throat. I still can't see her nipples or breasts very well, so I unconsciously let out another loud purr.
Willow looks up and sees me pacing around in the cage. She stops rubbing her nipples and drops her bra. Then she stands and walks towards me. "Oh, poor Miss Kitty. Can't you see me very well? If I let you out of your cage, maybe I'll even let you help me!" Again, the mischievous smile lights up her face.
I'm as happy as any cat can be. As she approaches my cage, I see a drop of sweat roll down between her beautiful breasts. She kneels, and her arms reach forward and she opens my cage.
Free! At last I rush forward out of the cage, purring loudly, contentedly, running for the gentle hands of my Goddess. Suddenly, before I realise it, I start to choke as if I'm being strangled. I can't tell what's happening, and I try so hard to voice my concern.
"Mrrowl?"
Willow ignores my cries and heads back over to the bed where she lays back down. The smile I love so dearly still adorns her face, and she languidly motions for me to join her. Overjoyed, I rush over to her as quickly as my little legs will take me. But before I reach my goal, I'm jerked to a stop. Somehow I can't quite reach my Goddess. I stretch, as far as I'm able, and I can smell her sweet scent. She lies, tantalisingly before me, her legs spread wide and waiting.
Again I struggle to move closer, to help her as she asked. Her very wish is my command to fulfil. Willow starts to rub herself, again, starts to moan once more. She can see me, so near, and her hand reaches out, beckoning. I strain to get closer, and her hand touches me; waves of pleasure flow through my body, and I mew in exultation.
I'm straining on the cord that holds me back, I can almost reach her, almost touch her, my tongue darts towards her beautiful mound... And then nothing.
As I awaken, once more locked in my cage, I try to stand. Dizzily, I realise that my sore neck is the reward I deserved for daring to lay a paw on my Goddess. Heaven was in my grasp, before I strangled and passed out. How can I live with myself, given such a chance at heaven, and failing so miserably?