Kitten

Nathan rang the bell with a sigh, already dreading what fresh madness Sally had conjured up this time. He was looking at the ground, lost in thought, when the door creaked open.

He lifted his gaze, slowly.

First, high heels—stiletto sharp and lacquered in glossy black.

Then smooth, tan legs wrapped in sheer thigh-high stockings.

A teasing garter belt hugged firm, toned thighs.

Next, black satin panties barely covering a sculpted lower body, leading to a matching lace bra that barely contained full, perfect breasts.

A slim waist, pierced belly button, and a softly undulating tail clipped to the back of her panties.

His breath caught as his eyes moved up the curve of her torso, past a leather collar with a dangling silver tag that said "Kitten".

Then he saw her head.

Fuzzy ears. Thick white fur. A full, oversized cartoonish cat face.

“Oh,” she purred, voice sultry and muffled slightly by the fursuit head, “I see my little treat has arrived.”

Nathan blinked. Stared. Took a half step back.

“Sally, reset now.”

“Resetting.”