Warren Stanford swung the front door open and his wife, Janine, stepped inside. “Did you see Pete’s pirate costume?” She chuckled as she bent to unzip her shiny thigh-high boots.
“I’m not sure that was anything compared to Brendan. I never saw it before but he looks very shaggy,” Warren mused.
For most of October, he had been away on business and the Stanfords had been forced to search last minute for costumes after he returned. They had lucked out and managed to find prepackaged matching costumes at a local store for their friend’s Halloween party. While Warren would be a bat man, a decision his inner fanboy was all too excited about, Janine chose a cat woman.
Janine pushed the bedroom door open, making her way over to her dresser on the other side of the room. Warren removed his cape and tossed it into the laundry hamper only a few feet away before pulling open the top drawer of his dresser.
On top of his boxers sat a padded leather collar. Janine had picked it out before his business trip, on their last trip to Mommys Toy Shop while shopping for some light bdsm accessories. The collar itself was baby pink, with rose gold accents that she had adored. It had come with a short leash - The perfect length. Despite talking it over thoroughly, he hadn’t had much of a chance to use their new toy since he had gotten back.
And now here she was, cat ears and all.
“Babe?” Janine’s voice pulled his focus back from the drawer.
“Can you help me?” She asked, turning her back to him to display the zipper of her bodysuit.
“Yeah. Yeah, of course,” Warren closed the drawer before making his way back over to his wife.
She had removed her domino mask, setting it on the top of her dresser along with her cat ears. Warren’s hand slowly undid the zipper of her costume, leaning forward to plant a kiss on her shoulder. Janine quickly peeled the smooth material off her body before placing it on a chair that sat nearby. She hardly paid any thought when her husband wrapped his arms around her waist. After all, Warren was often affectionate. She reached for a baggy sleep shirt out of the third drawer and he suddenly tugged her back against his chest.
“Do you want to be my kitten?”
Goosebumps erupted across Janine’s skin and her heart began to thrum rapidly in her chest as she leaned into him.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl,” his warm breath passed over her sensitive neck as he reached her ear. “Then put the ears on.”
Embarrassment flooded through Janine as she felt heat travel up the back of her neck and color spring to the apples of her cheeks.
He couldn’t be serious.
Despite herself, Janine reached for the black latex ears, returning them to her head. Once she had righted them she let her hands drop back down ass she wrung her fingers nervously. Finally, she turned to face him and Warren smiled.
“Adorable,” he stated matter-of-factly.
He took a step back, admiring his naked wife for a moment before finally speaking again.
“You know, kittens don’t stand. Do they?” He asked calmly.
“No, Sir,” Janine shook her head as her brow furrowed in confusion. “Of course not.”
“Then why are you standing?”
“I-” Janine’s words quickly trailed off.
Timidly she slowly lowered herself to her knees, avoiding his eyes.
“Good girl,” he praised as he removed the last of his costume.
After discarding his costume her returned from the dresser, holding the baby pink and white collar. She remained still as he secured the leather around her neck. He slipped his fingers between the collar and her neck, considering the fit before adjusting it slightly. Once satisfied he stood back removing the leash and tossing it on the bed.
“Sir?” Janine nervously sought his eyes, unsure of what was expected of her.
“Do kittens talk?”
Janine hesitantly shook her head no.
“Good. What do kittens do?”
A few seconds passed before Janine managed to muster a small mewl.
“Just like that,” Warren praised as his erect member twitched. “And what’s your safe word?”
“Crimson.”
“Good. Unless you need to say that I only want meows. Understand?”
Janine nodded with a tentative meow, feeling her cheeks turn red at the sound.
“You make such a cute kitty,” Warren wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft as he slowly began to stroke himself.
The compliment only furthered her embarrassment and Janine shuffled on her knees, pressing her thighs together wantonly. She had enjoyed Warren’s praise many times, both as her Dominant and as her husband. Yet, this felt different somehow.
She parted her lips invitingly and he pressed the head of his cock into her warm, wet mouth. His hand rested on the back of her head as she sucked, slowly working more of his length into her mouth. Warren breathed out a groan as his member pulsed, growing to its full size in her mouth. His hand firmly pressed on her head, guiding her to swallow his entire cock.
“That’s my good girl,” he breathed. “Hold it.”
Janine did as she was told, letting her throat tighten and contract around him. Her hands found the back of his thighs, and she glanced up to meet his gaze. Warren throbbed in her throat as her brown eyes found his before abruptly taking a step back and letting himself fall from between her lips.
“Put your hands on the floor,” he instructed sternly. “Kitties don’t use their paws.”
Janine did as she was told, placing her hands on the floor between her knees.
“Perfect,” his hand found a fistful of her hair as he lined himself back up with her mouth. “Sit pretty for me.”
Suddenly his length plunged back down her throat as he began to thrust while holding her head steady. Janine coughed, fighting the urge to gag as he continued to use her mouth. He pulled back, a string of saliva connecting his cock to her mouth still. As Janine gasped in an attempt to catch her breath, he spoke.
“Maybe we’ll get you a butt plug with a tail for next time,” he mused making his way over to the bed. “A kitty needs a tail, after all.”
Janine stayed frozen where she was, kneeling on the floor, unsure if she was allowed to break her sit position.
“Come here,” he instructed, and Janine crawled to him.