by Naedial Warringer
Continued from Tigress on the Prowl
Heels were clicking on the pavement as Mel strode down the street from the park, every step made her long black velvet skirts rustle lightly, while the rubber suit hidden under her extensive black Victorian dress creaked. She had her usual light frown on her face, though this was mostly just for show to everyone else. If you dressed up as the strict Victorian, may as well appear to be strict.
Next to her, she could hear the louder creaking and squeaking of the rubber that encased the entirety of of Tigress. She was keeping up with her despite the fact that she was running on all fours, her heavy breasts swinging beneath her, almost brushing against the pavement with every step the rubber encased cat took.
She was still leaking cum from her tail hole, easily seen by everyone thanks to the way she kept her tail raised up high, while her rubber dick glistened from the cum of herself and that of the poor girl she had pounded in the park.
Mel shook her head as her steps took her to her favourite cafe in town, not saying a word to her pet, partner, wife. Arriving there, she opened the door, making the bell over it ring to announce her entering. She held open the door for a moment to allow Tigress to follow her, before walking to her favourite seat at one of the windows.
“Hello, Michelle,” she greeted the barista with a nod. “My usual, please.”
“No problem, Mel,” Michelle responded and turned around to the massive coffee machine that looked more like a steam engine than a machine to make coffee. But truth be told, the thing made the best coffee in Munster.
Mel nodded and sat down in one of three large Victorian armchairs standing around a table, one of the many different sets of seating around the cafe and by far her personal favorite, but she might be a bit biased.
Tigress immediately sat down on the floor at her side and Mel noted that she was careful to sit on her legs, her butt avoiding touching the floor. Her hand reached out to gently stroke over the helmet encasing Tigress head, making her rubber gloves squeaking lightly and Tigress emit a muffled purr.
“Rex did a number on you, didn’t he.”
Tigress chuffed at her and reached down, pulling her phone from where it usually was clipped to a tight strap around her right thigh. Her fingers swiped over its display with slight squeaking noises for a few moments, before Mel’s own phone dinged.
Mel pulled her own phone from her purse and looked at the display to see Tigress reply.
>> He was very… Enthusiastic…
She chuckles a little. When your partner liked to be gagged for a long time, this was a good way to communicate anyway.
“I have noticed,” she noted drily. “He all but pulled Barbara across the park and then ripped out of her hands to have a go at you.”
There was another deeper purr and she could hear a light sucking sound as Tigress sucked on the dildo in her muzzle, her fingers again swiping over the display.
>> Ouch… I wonder how long he will be in chastity for that.
“I give it a day,” Mel said with a snort. “Barbara loves him for the load he can produce when he fucks her.”
>> Size Queen.
She looked down at Tigress and raised her eyebrow.
“Says the one whose goal is to take a Thor up the ass…”
>> Everyone has to have unreachable goals once in a while.
Mel chuckled and there was the clink of china on the table as Michelle placed the coffee in front of Mel.
“Tigress acting out again?” the barista asked with a smirk, to which Mel couldn’t help but chuckle.
“N, just a playdate in the park with Samantha, but Rex decided that he needed to act out.”
Michelle gave a snort herself.
“Babs is going to keep him locked up for a bit.”
Mel just chuckled and nodded, taking the saucer and cup into her hand and sipped from her coffee, closing her eyes in pleasure at the taste and scent of the freshly brewed coffee.
>> I think I’ll need to apologize to Sam. Poor girl is going to be sore from the pounding she got from Rex through me.
Mel just nodded and put the coffee back on the table turning to look out at the street, her hand coming to rest on Tigress head again, stroking over it lightly, while the rubber cat moved her head closer to her legs, rubbing herself against the velvet of her skirts, while she wrote a short apology to Samantha.
Inwardly Mel chuckled a little. Samantha likely had loved every single moment of it. The girl loved her bitchsuit and her sensory deprivation. And she really liked it when she knew that someone was out there to pounce and fuck her silly like that. The anticipation of not knowing when it would happen, was one of her biggest turn ons. Even doubly so if it was out in public for everyone to see.
Mel took a deep breath after a few moments and took her cup again to drink her coffee, as Tigress snuggled into her leg.
The personal moment of peace was shattered as she felt Tigress move a hand to her thigh.
“Don’t,” she tried to order the cat, but as cats usually did, Tigress didn’t listen.
Finding what she was looking for, a slight bulge on the outside of her left thigh, she applied pressure to it with her large hand, making Mel hurriedly put the cup down.
“Don’t,” Mel tried again, but Tigress pushed.
Mel had to bite her lower lip as Tigress pressed on the catheter bag strapped to her leg, forcing the liquid inside to raise back up the catheter and into her bladder, the cool liquid immediately filling it up and sending a mixture of pain, pressure and pleasure through her, making her grip the armrests of her chair hard.
She let go of a quiet hiss as the normal business around her continued.
To make matters worse, Tigress began to play with the bag, letting go of it, only to press again, pushing its contents up and down the catheter and in and out of her bladder. Mel had to press her eyes shut, before her hand moved to grab that of Tigress.
Yes, the larger cat was stronger than her, but she was the Mistress, damn it.
She pulled away the hand from her thigh and gave Tigress a glare, who responded by just giving her another purr, as she pulled away her hand.
“Stop doing that…” she hissed, giving Tigress a slap at the back of her head, which only made the cat purr harder.
Mel huffed and leaned back into the armchair, reaching for her coffee again, taking another sip. Tigress was going to get it once they were back home.
It was still a lovely day in Munster.