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Sometimes a story just writes itself and you have to run with it. I never planned on writing Kitty Girl stories. The first one just happened, and after that, well, it just felt right to share adventure after adventure, or at least the ones that I felt comfortable sharing. So, here we are again, a few days after the Academy Awards, sitting at the kitchen counter with a half full (notice I didn’t say half empty) glass of orange juice and a slice of toast with raspberry jam, typing furiously as I try to capture the moment, if not perfectly, at least adequately. =^.^= We like our award shows. Perhaps I should rephrase that. Kay loves the award shows and… well, I love Kay. Most of you know, by now, who Kay is. She’s been my best friend since I was seventeen, a friendship that has evolved over the past twelve years to lover, girlfriend, soul mate, and wife. Oh, and owner, or rather, Kitty Girl’s owner. I even have the collar to prove it, complete with a single silver tag inscribed with the words Property of Kay on it. Sunday night was Oscar night and we’d decided to have a little fun with it, co-hosting a party with Cindy and Mike, our too wonderful to believe next door neighbors. They’ve been in our life for close to three years now, and have become my closest friends in Seattle, where I still feel like a visitor at times. Home is where the heart is, however, and my heart belongs to Kay above all. The venue shifted back and forth during the week, from our kitten filled house, to their rather funky abode, perhaps more suited to a night of celebrating Hollywood excess. In the end, it came down to a game of Roshambo and yes, I went Zen with paper, rather than edgy with scissors or in your face with rock and… Cindy won. Oh, well. I was never all that good with competitive games. I just liked to play and the outcome never bothered me as much as it does most, something that bothers Kay more than a little when we’re playing board games. ‘You’re not taking this seriously, Rach.’ She’d admonish me from time to time, and I’d simply shrug and smile apologetically and go try a little harder, just to please her, still not caring about the outcome. After all, it was enough that I got to sit across the table from her and play footsies. In a way, I’d already won. I spent the day baking, something I’d volunteered for. We were going to do dinner and snacks. Kay spent the day watching me slave away over a hot oven while she lounged around in pajamas and drank whiskey and smoked cigars while watching porn and masturbating furiously… =^.^= Oh, yes, I will suffer for that remark, but it was worth it and no, she doesn’t really smoke or drink whiskey. Nor was she masturbating to porn, much to my disappointment. =^.^= Ok, raise your hand if you think that watching the red carpet is the best part of the night! Really? If you do, you’re obviously watching with the wrong people! It was a small gathering as parties go, until you realize how shy I can actually be in social settings. Amongst the four of us, I can be outgoing and have been known to talk non-stop while saying very little of real substance, sex izle but when you start adding others to the equation I get skittish and have been known to spend hours holding Kay’s hand and saying little beyond the minimum amount necessary and no, I don’t expect any of you to actually believe that, but it’s true. =^.^= So, I’ll back this up a little. Before we left, I took a quick shower and got dressed. I was surprised to find clothes laid out for me on the bed as I exited the bathroom, a damp towel wrapped around me, covering my small but perky breasts. I visited Kay with a questioning look. “I thought it would be fun for you to dress up.” She replied. “Fun for whom?” “For me.” This last was delivered with a loving smirk, one that meant trouble. Not serious trouble, but certainly, she was up to no-good. My private thoughts were vindicated as I surveyed her picks. The first item that caught my attention was a pair of purple and pink striped stockings that I’ve dubb ‘my Cheshire Cat look’. If you’ve seen Disney’s Alice in Wonderland, you know exactly what I’m talking about. I had a pair of panties which matched them, by the way. Vertical stripes rather than horizontal. Those had been laid out as well. Added to that was a cute little pink dress with purple trim and accents. For those of you curious, I am small. Perhaps petite would be a better description, and I often do my shopping alongside young teens meaning I carry some less then mature (and way more fun) fashions in my wardrobe. “You getting dressed up too?” I asked her, not wanting to stand out too much, knowing that it would be more then my tight knit family of her, Cindy, and Mike and already feeling a little self-conscious. “Not really.” “Then I don’t think…” “Did I ask you what you thought, Rachel?” She gave me that look, then. It was a simple cock of the eyebrow, pulling up one corner of her mouth as well, and her dark eyes boring into me with an intensity that meant ‘do you really want to argue with me?’ The answer wasn’t always ‘no’, but today, I backed down, not wanting to risk the paddle, the ‘nose pressed against the bedroom wall torture’, or worse. So I dressed, forgetting my objections as I stared at the girl in the mirror, thinking she was kind of cute. Ok, pretty. I don’t always feel pretty, so it was a gift, one that I took note of, sharing a bright smile with my always thoughtful lover. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.” That sealed the deal. I was committed. I would weather any and all sideways glances or teasing, knowing that I looked beautiful in her eyes. I felt like a princess, albeit a Disney one. “You really think so?” I said, realizing with a start I’d been filling the silence with my purr. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it, kitty.” And so it was settled. I was her beautiful kitty today. Sans collar and ears, perhaps, but nonetheless, the seed had been planted. To further seal my fate, she stood behind me and careful pulled my dirty blonde hair to one side of my head and into a pig tail, soothing it out gently before tying a thick purple ribbon to hold alt yazılı porno it in place. Then, the other side got the same treatment. “There. Now you’re my perfect little kitten.” I simply nodded, meeting her gaze in the mirror as she kissed the back of my head, awash in her love for me. As long as I was her kitty girl, everything would be fine, right? Right. =^.^= Cindy thought I looked adorable, kissing me on the nose as she greeted me, laughing at the pout on my lips, having puckered up to receive her kiss on my mouth, which grew to epic proportions when Kay received a lingering kiss on her mouth. I might have even mumbled something like ‘Fine. Be like that’ under my breath, for which I received a sharp slap on my bottom from Kay. Next time I’d remember to mumble softer, I vowed. So… the crowd. Besides ourselves and our neighbors, there was Kay’s longtime friend, and sometimes lover, Ed, whom I adored beyond all reason, despite the fact that my wife spent a weekend at his place fucking his brains out. I had to wonder, as I greeted him with a hug, if she’d be going home with him or with me tonight. It wasn’t jealousy that fueled that thought, merely curiosity. And, there were two other couples, whom I knew from the Clue Parties we sometimes attended as well as other social events with Mike and Cindy. For the purposes of this story I will refer to them as Mr. and Mrs. Peacock and Mr. and Mrs. Plum, mostly because it makes me giggle a little to do so. So, I’d brought food. Fresh baked blondies with almond slivers and chocolate chips. Home-made Salsa, barrio style (complete with a warning that it was made to Kay’s taste meaning it was hot!). And cheese enchiladas. All in all, with what everyone else had brought, there was way too much food. That was kind of the point, however, wasn’t it? Oh, and yes, there was beer, wine, and champagne. Like I said earlier, watching the red carpet was not the best part of the night. It was fun, however. We got to ‘ooh’ and ‘ahh’ over stars and starlets and chatter about movies and there was an Oscar bingo card passed around as well as friendly wagers on the night’s outcome; Everything from if Billy Crystal would still be funny to who would win best picture or if anyone would let slip the ‘F’ word (they did!). The three big films for the night were The Descendants and The Artist (both of which I’d seen) and The Help (which I haven’t, but have been meaning to). We chose sides, Kay placing herself in the camp of Clooney’s movie, and I taking a contradictory stance, honoring my French roots, and yes, there was friendly bickering between us for some time… I’m not sure when it happened. It felt natural. My skittishness quickly wore off. I’d started out the evening staying within Kay’s shadow. Pleasant, yet subdued, my voice soft, those rare instances I talked at all. Sometimes I simply resorted to my own unique brand of sign language which she has (and Cindy is beginning to) learned to translate. The Plums and Peacocks were all theatre people, so they’d done semi-fancy dresses, making me feel less out altyazılı sex izle of place in my Cheshire-wear, for which I was thankful. Still, I felt self-conscious at first which sometimes pushes me further into a kitty like state. We settled down and watched and I found myself curled up on the couch next to Kay with my head on her thigh while she absently stroked my hair just as one would a favorite pet. I was in heaven, hardly even aware that I was purring, my eyes half closed as I paid as much attention to her touch as I did the broadcast. In fact, I am sure I zoned out for much of it, only taking note when it truly interested me (Kermit and Piggy and Emma Stone and Chris Rock!). My bingo card was forgotten, as was the tableful of snacks and my glass of white zinfandel. My world became centered on Kay. To add to that, Cindy had settled herself to my other side so that my toes brushed her bare thighs (she was wearing a soft knee length skirt the color of leaves. Kate, I should mention, was dressed in comfortably loose scarlet yoga pants). Somewhere around the best supporting actress award, she’d started running her fingers absently over my stockinged ankle and calf, further lulling me into kitty dreamland. Not that I slept, mind you! I simply lost myself in the feeling of non-sexual ecstasy of their touch… I felt so loved. Slowly, I came out of my shell, making small talk with Ed and Mike and the Plums and the Peacocks when it suited me, secure as long as I felt the touch of one or the other of my… well, my owner and my kitty-sitter, which was what Cindy had become at some point in our relationship. I became covertly playful too, caressing Cindy’s bare thighs with my feet teasingly, attempting to push the hem of her skirt higher, or slip my toes beneath it. I settled my head into Kay’s lap, rubbing my face between her thighs when I thought no one was looking, pleased that, at some point, I could smell the unmistakable scent of her arousal through her pants, wondering if, or when, the crotch would darken, letting me know I’d achieved my desired goal. As for me, my cute little purple and pink striped undies had become uncomfortably damp and it was impossible not to take note of the way my nipples poked through my thin cotton dress. Had I worn a bra, they might not have been quite so obvious, but I hadn’t. Not that I cared. Truthfully, when I caught Cindy gazing at them, a look of hunger in her eyes, I was suddenly quite pleased by the fact. I’m not sure how aware of our little game the others were. Certainly Mike noticed and Ed, who knew us well, took note. I can only assume that the Plums and Peacocks were simply too polite to say anything. At least, for most of the evening. That changed shortly after the awards ended… It had been a fun show. There had been a few surprises, but not many. I got to tease Kay about ‘my’ movie beating hers. Billy Crystal was, in my opinion, not as good as everyone thought he was going to be. I got to watch the entire proceedings curled up between Kay and Cindy, only shifting or getting up during food and bathroom breaks. And then, the dynamic changed, or rather, the seating arrangement did. I should mention that Ed (leaving a secret smile on my face, knowing that Kay would be all mine tonight) left shortly after the show ended, as did Mr. and Mrs. Peacock. The Plums, however, remained behind.

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