22: Meeting the Ginger Stray

In the process of one of my visits to meet The Rental’s Owner, he also introduced me to a ginger girl who went to school with him. She was a wild and sexy creature, but like 99% lesbian. She was definitely a feral stray little kitten. Of the bite-your-hand persuasion of a wild cat. Not someone to be owned for sure.

Apparently she decided she liked me. Always fun when you get adopted by a ging.

We kept in touch and she’d send me occasional texts. Sometimes pics, which could either be sexy pics of her, or some freakish anatomical animal specimen like a stallion with testicular torsion. 50/50 which it would be. (She was a veterinary medicine major, and loved to share interesting cases with me.)

Years later when she graduated, it also meant she was being tossed out of student housing a couple weeks before Christmas. (Student housing: “He’s your degree, now move out”) I offered to let her come crash on my couch for a couple weeks while she looked for a job.

She took me up on it, and also on the offer to spank her. For she loved a good paddling and I’d leave her ass purple and red. Sometimes I’d come home and she was in nothing but a hoodie, reading a book on the floor, her ass facing the door to greet me as I came in.

While I was at work she’d run around San Francisco on her bike. One day, I’m on the shuttle home from the office and get an unknown number call on my phone. “This is San Francisco General Hospital. Do you know a [redacted]?” My pulse doubled. “Yes. Is she still alive?” She was. Though they might need to ventilate her skull if the swelling didn’t stop. I leapt off at the next stop and got a cab to the hospital.

Also: Why you should answer callers with unknown numbers.

Once there, I found out she’d been on her bike when her and a tow truck had a disagreement about who had the right to occupy a specific space at a specific moment. Clearly she’d lost the argument and had a almost-lighting scar on her forehead to prove it. Helmet had saved her life I’m sure. Her ankle had needed pins to put it back together, and the brain swelling was going down. I stayed with her that night as long as I could, even though she’d never remember it. Once I was reassured she’d make it through the night, I went home to sleep.

What was to be a few weeks turned into a six month process of nursing her back to health. Along the way I kinda fell in love with her.

We’d fuck occasionally, which was amazing. But more often I’d come home to finding her making use of the free-use exchange student who was my submissive at the time. She might not usually go for people with cocks, but she definitely was expert at draining them when she wanted to. Very tight, very freak. Got to love a ginger.

It was a while before she was able to take a beating again, as concussions can be like that. But eventually she got back into having her ass paddled and we’d go out to the local dungeon and show her off.

Six months later she got a job at a private practice, and the stray moved on in the world.