He likes kittys

"Yes, you do feel like a kitty," he says in a low, intense voice. You feel him step close to you, feel his hands squeezing your ass through the frilly panties. In the mirror you can see his eyes locked on yours, blazing with desire.

"What do you think you're doing?" you gasp, starting to move away. He wraps an arm around your waist, holding you, his other hand roaming over your rump.

"I like kittys. Especially kittys in heat," he growls, pressing his face into your hair, nuzzling at your neck. You squirm in his embrace, looking at yourself in the mirror.

"Don't! Stop it!" you protest, but even to your own ears you don't sound convincing. God Lisa, you think, the trouble you get yourself into without hardly trying. You watch yourself wriggling in his grasp, looking every bit the helpless kitty.

The helpless kitty in heat, you admit, feeling the growing warmth in your pussy.