My Kitten

"But I've been a good kitten," she whined, rubbing against my leg with her entire body. Her tail whipped up and wound around my hips, pulsing constrictions as it slid off again.

I sighed and rolled my eyes, "You may have been a good kitten before, but do good kittens act childish when told 'no'?" Her silence answered me. "Go," I commanded, "I'll be in to reaffirm your lessons shortly."

With a mewl and a bowing of her head, she crawled away, her tail making one last loop around my legs before drooping between hers, the end snaking the ground behind her. I sighed again; I knew I spoiled her, but did she really need the animatronic tail? The surgery to connect nerve endings to the fleshy anal docking port was worth the price and she had experienced relatively no pain, but was it really the best decision to give her another appendage to tempt my sanity?

When I walked in to find my kitten curled on her mat, one hand's fingers vigorously pumping in and out of her soaking cunt, her other hand pinching an erect nipple, and her furry tail wrapping her hair and her neck, I knew my answer: my sanity be damned!