13: Torn Tights

The Rainbow Kitten was off at ballet class, and I was horny. Not a little horny, a lot horny. One of those moods where I’m basically stalking the halls of my Home waiting for her to get home so that I can rail her into another incarnation.

Eventually she got home. Felt like forever, even though class was only a couple of hours. Still, too long when I’m in a “I need to fuck this cat, now” mood.

When she gets home I drag her off to my bedroom and she’s still in her little ballet outfit, and she starts stripping down. She can see from the look in my eyes what her next hour is going to be like. But she’s taking too long. (Did I mention it was a ‘now’ mood?)

Eventually it’s too much to bear as she’s slowly sliding her tight down. So I growl at her and in my deepest voice, “Take the tights off now, or I am tearing them in half.” Her eyes doubled in size, and the little slut pulled her tights right back up. There’s no good measure for the amount of wet my threat made her.

I smiled, and it was clearly game on. I tossed her onto the bed, hooked my nails in the fabric of the crotch of her tights, and ripped them open. Then I dived in and fucked the little kitten until I’d had my fill, still with her shredded tights on her ass.

Afterwards, I ordered her three new pairs. Figured we’d need spares.