Pussy Cat

I was planning a very sedate weekend but my Master’s order that I would go out each of the three days wearing one of my wigs and use the fist toy while I was there added a certain something to all my plans.

Saturday was one of those days you need to do practical stuff. I tried to get a table in between in my favourite cafe where they know me so well there was no chance they wouldn’t notice my new black hair instantly and ask questions. But all my nerves were for nothing as all the tables were full when I went.

The only other place I had to be before a friend called round to mine for a drink in the evening was calling in to feed my friend’s cat nearby. While the cat hid in fear after not recognising me with my new hair, I checked my email to see if any of the messages I’d sent on FetLife had replied. No luck. Probably all having brunch in the cafe I’d tried to go to.

But I had a task to complete with the fist toy while I was out. And if a cafe was out of question, I was going to have to take advantage of the fact my friend’s flat was empty and the cat wasn’t even watching.

The idea of fisting myself in my friend’s house felt both illicit and inappropriate with that mixture of getting wet at the thought of it and feeling it was somehow wrong. For some reason I’d have felt more comfortable with it in her living room but her neighbours slightly over look it and her blinds aren’t especially good.

It would have to be in her bedroom instead. Knowing I had been set the task, I’d worn a skirt and stockings and I knelt down on top of her duvet and rode the fist with my feet pressing down into the bed as I moved back and forth to fuck myself for five minutes.

It felt incredibly wrong in my mind and yet from how wet I was and how easily the fist toy slipped into me, my pussy clearly didn’t agree. It felt like being a teenager again. All muffled noises and secrecy as you learn how to make yourself come quietly. It took a lot of willpower to stop before that stage.

I put the toy back in my bag, pulled my skirt down over my aching wet cunt and smoothed the duvet out so you couldn’t see any dents from my knees or my toes digging into it. I was so busy hiding the evidence of my inappropriate afternoon, that I was five minutes down the road when I realised I’d forgotten to feed the bloody cat after all that…

Pussy Cat

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