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The door slammed behind Sheila. She dumped her jacket and purse on the couch and limped into the kitchen. Sandi looked up from the coffee maker and put down her cereal.

"You need a baff-mm..." Sandi began, but Sheila's tongue stopped her own.

The mouse stood on her toes and wrapped her arms around her best friend's shoulders to help pull herself up. Sheila slid a hand deep under her lover's tail. She wrapped her other arm below Sandi's ribs to lift her into the kiss. She kept her eyes closed and sighed through her nose into Sandi's ear. She licked the familiar spaces in her girlfriend's mouth; behind her front teeth, the little fold in her cheek. Sandi sucked Sheila's tongue to encourage her. Soon they were breathing each other's breath. At last Sheila broke the kiss and tried to nuzzle Sandi. But the mouse pulled away instead, enough to face her feline lover and smiled playfully at her.

"Shotgun had food poisoning," she said. "You forgot to turn on your cell."

"I left it off so we wouldn't be disturbed. Kuro was sick? Did he phone the bar?"

"He was too busy throwing up. He barely left a message with me. So, who'm I smelling in your fur?"

"Uh..." Sheila yawned. "This is Saturday, right?"

"Sunday."

"Then I'll need some of that coffee or I'll fall asleep while I talk..."

#

A douche, a shower, an act of cunnilingus and a cup and a half of coffee, (double cream), later, Sheila lay on her tummy on their queen size. Sandi brushed out her fur with a fine-bristled brush and practised ease. She swatted under Sheila's tail every so often to keep her awake and present, but they kept a happy silence until Sandi told her to turn over. Sheila rolled onto her back with a contented sigh and stretched a little, then lay still.

"So, are you gonna tell me about him?"

Sheila gave her a canary-eating smile.

"Well, I waited for like three hours for Kuro. All the time this cougar at the bar kept looking at me. I mean, at first he just glanced once in a while. I was dressed to kill, I figured he liked what he saw. But the more I waited, the more he looked. He even took out a little note pad and did a sketch of me. It was starting to bug me! So just as I was about to give up on Kuro, the cougar told Patty something and ran out the door. In a couple minutes he came back and gave something to Patty..."

"She's that hot raccoon waitress, right? Little, cuddly boobs, tight ass, fluffy tail?"

"And straight as an arrow, lover," Sheila replied, stroking Sandi's brush hand.

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Patty brought a steaming cup of cocoa to the table and set it in front of Sheila.

"From that cute cougar who's been staring at you all night," the pretty raccoon said. "And he's been asking me all about you, by the way."

"What's his prob..." Sheila started.

Then she noticed something beside the cup on its saucer; a pink, miniature rose, its stem wrapped in a piece of note paper. She unwrapped the rose; the thorns had been removed. On the page was a line drawing of her, in the same dress she was wearing but posed showing herself off with a come-hither look on her pretty face. A little rose was tucked in her cleavage.

"If you don't want him," Patty said over her shoulder as she walked away, "he's mine!"

Sheila lifted the cup to her lips as she looked at the drawing. She noticed liqueur scent as she put it to her lips; Amaretto, touched by vanilla and cream. But she paused, surprised at her first sip and quickly took a second. A smile spread over her face and she gazed at the drink admiringly. She looked up. The cougar was looking back, smiling hopefully. She set down the cup and slipped the little rose into the cleft between her breasts. She assumed the position in the sketch, adding motion to it with a hand on her thigh. The cougar grinned and walked over.

"Persian Kitty," he said. "You looked like... as if you needed something sweet."

"It's like a taste of heaven," Sheila said. "It's just what I needed!"

"He never came?"

Sheila shook her head. "It's nothing serious though, we're just..."

She didn't finish the thought, but the cougar nodded.

"Eddie," he said, and offered a hand.

"Sheila... Oh!" She'd taken his hand. Now she stroked the fur on the back and wrist. "It's like velvet!"

"I use a conditioner for my fur type. It costs too much, but I like to feel nice to a lover." (Sheila smirked at him.) "Well, I always hope. Don't you?" Eddie chuckled. "Anyway, I like to take care of myself. I work out, dress to show myself off... try to improve my chances. I like meeting new people..." He chuckled again and smiled, almost shyly, his eyes not quite on hers. "...getting to know them better," he purred.

#

"...and my heart melted right then. Some other parts, too. I knew he had me. I think he knew too, but he was nice about it and pretended he still had to seduce me."

"So what does Sweet Eddie look like? Nice ass?"

"You could break rocks on it! Tail like velvet rope, washboard abs, well-built... I mean, he's big, but not scary-big, just nice." Sheila giggled. Sandi snickered with her. "But his face is his prettiest part. You could read his mind just from his expression."

"He wears his heart on his sleeve," Sandi sneered; Sheila nodded. "Nice eyes?"

"Copper colour; big and clear and beautiful! He dresses well, too. Tight jeans, leather jacket... that fuzzy leather..."

"Suede."

Sheila yawned, her mouth wide open and her fangs showing. Then she chuckled.

"Thanks - brown suede jacket. His shirt must've been tailored, his abs showed through his fur and it wasn't even wet! I didn't like the colour. Yellow's not a turn-on colour, really. But at least it was a shade that went with his fur."

"So he looked nice."

Sheila smiled. Her eyes twinkled as her lips curled.

"He was nice! Anyway, we flirted for a while. Then he took my hand..."

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"I like you," he said, "I feel good about you." He laced his fingers between hers. He smiled as he nuzzled the backs of her fingers. "I want to trust you."

Sheila leered as she leaned across the table and stroked the back of his wrist.

"What do you want to trust me with, babe?"

Eddie stroked Sheila's whiskers with his own and locked his eyes on hers.

"What if you knew a guy," he said, just loud enough for her to hear, "who was willing to do anything in bed for you? Absolutely anything, no matter how kinky or embarrassing or even painful? A guy who wanted most of all to please you?" He stroked her nose leather with his own. "What would you do with him first?"

Sheila backed off, frowning uncertainly. Eddie stroked her wrist.

"And you'd be that guy?"

"I like making others happy. I get off on my lovers' pleasure. But most of all I like a challenge! Seriously, I'll enjoy it more if you make me earn it." He nuzzled her fingers again. "I saw... I've seen you looking Patty over like an expert. You're very experienced, probably very brave; I admire that." His eyes twinkled as he smiled. "In anyone. What do you say, Sheila?"

#

"You said yes! Sheil, tell me you said yes!"

"You're kidding! D'you think a gorgeous, subby guy who knows what he's doing falls into your lap and begs you to abuse him everyday? Of course I said yes!"

"And?"

Sheila closed her eyes and sighed all over, feline style at the memory.

"We got a room," she replied. "At the Hilton, no less; his Visa. With a side trip to Adults Place on the way. Then he got undressed for me. I made him dance."

"So what about his dick?"

"Mmm, not like Kuro's, but he's a good one."

#

Eddie leapt and twirled as the radio played a drum riff. His right leg was out of his jeans as he landed. He did the splits with his left leg forward. The band took up their tune again. Eddie stroked his thigh as he peeled the other pant leg off towards Sheila. Naked now but for thong briefs, he leaned back and caressed his right foot. His belly heaved and rippled in time to the music. His thong bulged dangerously.

Then he leaned forwards, lifted himself on his hands and swung both legs under his tail. Kneeling now at Sheila's feet, he writhed with the music in ecstatic abandon. He ground his hips, thrusted at the air. Slowly, still wriggling, he raised his hips more and more above his feet, leaned further and further back. The music reached its final chords. He pounded the air with his pelvis in climactic ecstasy. His erection slipped out of his thong and waved proudly above his belly. The band punctuated the end of the song with a last power chord. Eddie added a final snap-snap of his thong-strings as he ripped it off and threw it in the air.

The DJ started another song. Eddie knelt, his belly heaving with his breath. He wrapped his tail over his erection - half-way down his thigh. The orgasm had been an act, just part of his dance. But a drop of dew clung to his red tip and its musky perfume drifted towards Sheila. He gazed up at her, smiling fondly - admiringly - submissively, with his head bowed.

"I just asked you to strip to the music," she said.

"I don't... don't like to... settle for juh... just enough," Eddie panted. "I wanna do... all you command... then give you more!/U>"

Sheila smiled with delight. She knelt with Eddie and pushed his tail aside. She grasped his erection possessively and bent her lips towards it. But Eddie put a hand on her shoulder. He swallowed and took a few deep breaths as she looked back at him.

"Before we start, just three things," he said. "First, I have to think... think of Monday. You can do anything you want to me, but don't change my appear... appearance. Don't dye my fur... or shave it, or..." He took a few more breaths. "...or leave any scars that would show through it. And nothing I can't shampoo out, okay?"

"Scars! I wasn't gonna beat you or anything!"

He grinned at her. "But you could, if you wanted to! Second, making myself this vulnerable to you is dangerous. Usually we'd have a safe-word, but let's make it easier. I won't talk unless you ask me a question. Otherwise I'll just obey. That way if I speak out of turn at all, it's my safe-word. Okay?"

"Just obey... wow! I mean, yeah, I know about safe-words."

"Good! Last thing, no last names; I'm Eddie, you're Sheila and when we say good bye, that's it. Unless you want to use some other name. I could call you mistress or milady or goddess or whatever you please. And I'll answer to any name you feel like calling me."

"Eddie and Sheila's fine..."

#

Sandi swatted Sheila's clitoris with the back of her brush.

"You bitch!"

"Ow! Sandi..."

"You knew it was a one night stand with this guy and you never called me! How could you not share him with me! I'm never gonna forgive you!"

Sheila gingerly rubbed her assaulted member as Sandi glared at the pillow. The fierce, little mouse held the brush as if she were about to wring its neck. Sheila fished around in the bedside table drawer. Sandi dropped the brush and snatched a tissue out of it. She nudged the cat's hand onto a tube of KY as she did. Sheila closed the drawer and applied the soothing lubricant to her clit while Sandi wiped her glasses.

"I can't believe you left me out. This guy sounds too good to be true."

"I'm sorry, Sandi! I was caught up in the moment, it was hard to even think of anything!" She hissed softly as she lubed inside the tip of her fold, then gently rubbed the lips above her clit. "It would have been more fun with you there."

Sandi put her glasses on. "I'm sorry I hit you," she said.

"We swore we'd never let a man get between us, you know."

"Or another woman. Unless it's literally. I want you to stroke me off."

"Okay."

Sheila sat up. She tucked her tail between her legs and up around her clit. Sandi snuggled into Sheila's lap and pillowed her head in her lover's bosom. Sheila petted the mouse's cheek with one hand, rubbed her tummy with the other.

"So was Eddie too good to be true?"

"No, he was real!"

#

Eddie knelt on all fours, his tail curled over his back, his erection stiff and shiny-tipped. Sheila held his belt folded in half in her hand as she crouched over him. It smacked his right butt cheek. Eddie didn't even flinch. Smack! Still the cougar didn't react. Smack!

"Sheila, forgive me for speaking?"

"I'm sorry Eddie, is this upsetting you? Do you need me to stop now?"

"Oh no, I'm all right. I was just going to suggest, if you wish it, that you could hit me even harder."

Sheila paused. She looked between his firm, well-defined buttocks and the hard-leather belt. Then, with an anxious look, she brought the improvised whip down under his tail. Smack! Smack!

"Harder," he murmured.

Sheila glared at him. She unfolded the belt, refolded it in thirds, took the buckle in her hand and swung the loose end down on his rear, following through as far as her elbow allowed. SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! Eddie was jerked forwards with each blow. He still hardly flinched, but a fragrant drop of dew was flung from the tip of his erection.

"Harder?"

"Only if it pleases you, Sheila."

SMACK! SMACK!! Sheila paused and rubbed her arm.

"Eddie, is this even hurting you? Why aren't you yelling or anything?"

He turned his head back towards her with a sheepish smile.

"Er, it's painful, but it doesn't hurt. May I have permission to explain, please?"

"Uh... yeah... yeah, explain it to me."

"You see," he said, smiling, "my training has been based on Zen principles. It would take a while to explain, but the bottom line is that I've learned not to hurt. I can acknowledge pain and just let it go; I can take quite a bit without really suffering. But I can do it the other way, too; focus on the pain and hurt badly, if that's what you want."

Sheila's jaw dropped open. She stared back at Eddie in wide-eyed horror! But then her eyes slowly narrowed. She licked her lips.

"Eddie, I'm gonna spank you some more. I want you to hurt."

Eddie looked away again, resignation in his face. But a faint smile played across his lips and the scent from his erection grew a little stronger. SMACK! He flinched and mewled. SMACK! He gasped and held his breath. SMACK! SMACK! He yowled and whimpered. SMACK! Eddie's tail twitched compulsively; he was clearly having to fight to keep it from between his legs. His whimpers had turned to sobs. SMACK!

"Eddie? D... d'you want me to stop spanking you now?"

"Oh-only... Oh, I want to please you, Sheila! Please... do what pleases you!"

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"Faking it," Sandi snorted. "Overacting."

"I don't think so lover, he sounded sincere. He couldn't have been faking not hurting!"

"Oh, get real! I want to please you, Sheila!" she mocked. "Beat me, hurt me, make me write bad cheques!" She snorted. "I've heard better dialogue on soap operas!"

Sheila squeezed a few drops of water from a ketchup bottle onto her fingers and applied them to the KY on Sandi's nipples. Sandi sighed and snuggled deeper into her lover's cleavage. She took off her glasses and put them on the bedside table.

"You don't get it, though," Sheila replied. "That's what he was all about. Everything he did was for me. I've never had a man who forgot himself and just paid attention to me before!"

"So did you hit him some more?"

"I couldn't bear to. I let him have his reward."

"Lemme guess, you let him have his way with you."

She smiled. "And even that he was really doing for me!"

#

Eddie bit the base of Sheila's throat; not hard enough to break the skin, but only just. He pinned her shoulders to the carpet as he slid violently against her belly, pushing against her breasts with each thrust. His pelvis spanked the lips of her pussy, shoved her clit and pressed it under him. His erection slapped her tail hole. He growled softly with each lunge. Sheila hugged his back and clung to it, helpless under the savage fucking. Several times she tried to move a hand between them and push him into her petals, but he only growled the louder and bit a little harder. She started to whimper at the thrusting, to rock her pelvis with him, trying to slip him between her slick lips. She caught herself moaning, growling with him. Only then did he arch his back. She grabbed his hard organ, stuffed it greedily inside. Eddie thrust all the harder now. She yelped at the pummelling, cried out as a climax overtook her. Still he spanked her thighs, dragged himself over her clit as he withdrew. Soon a second climax shook her. At last, as she cried out for a third time, he let go of her throat and yowled with her. He pressed himself into her as far, as hard as he could. She felt his cream gushing deep inside her, right onto her most sensitive spot. She yowled; her every muscle tensed and shivered.

They lay together panting, with Eddie still on top. He gently licked the spot he'd bitten, brushing her fur neatly into place with his rough tongue. She stroked his neck as she held him near. She licked his ear delicately; it flicked with her breaths, but he didn't try to stop her.

"Sheila, forgive me speaking? Was that your g-spot?" (She nodded.) "Quite a spot you have!"

She giggled and scritched his back.

"I didn't hurt you," he asked, "did I?"

"Well, felines do tend to like it rougher than most... you kinda pushed it... but holy shit, Eddie! ...Oh, pardon my language!"

Eddie snickered and nuzzled her throat.

"Be as rude as you wish, Sheila. I'll never hold it against you, unless you want me to. And if you enjoyed that, you need only ask for more."

She slipped her hands under his shoulders. He raised himself over her as she pushed until she was facing him, grinning.

"You've had your way with me. Now I'm gonna have my way with you! Um... Go lie on the bed!"

Smiling for her first, Eddie disappeared over the top of the bed. Sheila had to roll onto her hands and knees and found she was a bit sore in places as she got to her feet. Her cougar was lying on his side, watching her with a submissive, sheepish smile.

"On your tummy!"

He turned over at once and wriggled into the middle of the bed, then lay with his tail limp between his legs and his arms over his head. Sheila went to the vanity and searched through the Adults Place bag she'd left there. She returned with a black, silk scarf and several strips of black denim. Eddie quietly told her how to fasten one end of a strip to his arm by laying a short line from the tip of his thumb down towards his elbow, then wrapping it several times around his wrist and tying it to the loose end. She buckled the other end around a bed leg. After she'd done the same with his other wrist and ankles and made sure he could reach the Velcro safety patches, she tightened the buckles so that he was quite secure. She added a collar to his throat, (with a gentle, teasing scritch behind his ear), and another to the end of his tail, then clipped the two together to hold his tail up. Finally, she wrapped the scarf around his eyes until they were thoroughly covered and tied it snug and secure. She casually rubbed the base of his tail when she'd done.

"Now," she mused, "what can I do with you? Something slow and frustrating..."

Eddie gave her the merest gasp, a tiny shiver; Sheila noticed his lips curling into the barest crest of a smile. She pressed a finger to her tongue in thought. Then she rubbed the fragrant slit where his organ hid and licked her finger with a satisfied smirk. She stroked his slit again with her damp finger pad and licked it; there was some of her own familiar flavour to it, some of his as well. She smiled at the combination and rubbed his slit yet again. She glanced at his face. The tiny smile had gone. A hand on his rear showed that he'd gotten tenser. She leaned over and petted his ear. He purred just once, then gasped fearfully and stopped. She stroked his cheek and throat as well. His expression changed to adoration and he started purring in earnest. The deep rumble vibrated the bed and massaged her rear. Suddenly, Sheila grinned wickedly and turned to kneel beside him.

"Have you ever heard of rock-climbing?"

"Yes, Sheila."

"I get you off by masturbating you," she explained anyway. "Just one stroke, then I fool around with your body. Then two strokes and I fool around some more. Then three strokes and so on, 'til you know you're getting' close. Then you can tell me not to stop..."

She couldn't really tell what had changed in him. It was as if a sort of fire of anticipation had gone out. He'd been waiting for whatever sweet torment she wanted to inflict on him. Now he was just lying there.

"Of course you have to beg for it..." No change. "On second thought, you don't get that option." A spark! "We'll just keep rock climbing 'til you..."

Her ears turned towards his head; she held her breath.

"...until you cum, or maybe even... come again?"

"Goal," he murmured.

She stared for a moment, then smiled; he wants to earn it, she mouthed. Her eyes narrowed in thought.

"I know what," she said. "You're not allowed to cum 'til we get to... a hundred strokes!" (Flame; now she had the idea!) "Do you think you can do that, Eddie?" He was silent. "Um... 'cause if you can't..." She flicked her fingers. "...if you can't, momma gonna have to punish you!" Eddie shivered all over; Sheila grinned. "Well, can you?"

He hesitated; he shivered!

"I-I'll try anything for you, Sheila."

"That's mamma's good boy! Now let's start by coaxing that trouser snake out of his hole... My god, Eddie! Did you learn to do that at will?"

"It wasn't easy to learn!"

"...mommas good boy! Well..."

Sheila brought her tail up. She brushed his erection very lightly, base to tip and back. Then she caressed his shoulders; pressed through the fur and traced the lines of his hard muscles; pushed down some of the tension in them. She brought her tail up again; base to tip and back, once, twice. She rubbed the scritchy spot between his shoulder blades; he groaned with pleasure. One, two, three; with just her claw tips she started scritching down his spine. She lingered on an itchy spot in the small of his back. One, two, three, four, five...

"Oops! Lost count. I'll have to start again."

One; he whimpered; Sheila giggled.

#

"I was being an absolute bitch with him! And he was loving it! And you know what, Sandi? It was the most fun... Sandi?"

Sandi was writhing in Sheila's lap. Her legs were parted; her clit was starting to slump back under its hood. Sheila slowly pulled her fingers out of her best friend's pussy. She drew them instead between the lips, over the pee hole to the little retreating organ.

"Okay girlfriend, time to go for a ride."

"Sheila," she panted, "now!"

"Uh uh, soon though."

"Sheila!"

She rubbed the mouse's tummy with one hand, to the bottom of her breasts and back, tickling the small, firm globes as she went. With two fingers of her other hand, Sheila pressed Sandi's petals against her clit and massaged it. The other two fingers pressed rhythmically into the side of her mons as the thumb rubbed above it. Sheila nuzzled her lover's mouth and ears and purred deep and loud. Sandi tried to add her own hands to the cat's caresses, but Sheila took them and put them on her own butt cheeks instead.

"You have to trust me, lover!"

Sandi groaned, but left her hands where they were. Sheila made a fist. She rubbed Sandi's tummy with her knuckles, pressing into the tension. With her other hand she kept massaging Sandi's clit. Every few squeezes, she cupped the mouse's pussy, parted her lips and eased three fingers inside. Then she drew them out and up between the parted petals to massage her clit again. Sandi was soon thumping the bed with her tail and groaning. Her toes curled and she started arching her back as she moaned ever louder. Sheila withdrew her hands. She massaged her lover's breasts instead, avoiding her nipples but pinning her arms. Sandi's eyes opened wide. Her lips parted slightly, showing her teeth and she tried to pull her arms free.

"No! Sheila, get me off!"

"Soon..."

"No! You're hurting, get me off!"

"You have to be patient and trust me, lover!"

Sandi struggled harder, but Sheila grabbed both her arms and pinned her, ignoring even the mouse's breasts. Sandi stopped struggling and lay trembling in her lover's arms.

"Please get me off," she wept.

"I will," Sheila purred, as she gently nipped and sucked the base of Sandi's throat. "Trust me," she whispered.

She squeezed and kneaded the mouse's breasts until her back was relaxed against Sheila's front again. She licked Sandi's ear, scritching under and around it with her tongue. Slowly, she moved first one hand then the other down to Sandi's tummy again. She scritched and rubbed lower and lower, purring all the time. Sandi whimpered as Sheila squeezed and released her clit with one hand, pressed three fingers into her sloppy pussy with the other.

Again her toes curled, her back arched. This time Sheila only dipped her little finger into her lover's juice and pressed it onto, slightly into the mouse's rear passage. Sandi groaned. She cried out. She trembled in her climax. Still the cat licked and fingered her lover. Again and again Sandi trembled and cried out in ecstasy.

Finally Sandi took Sheila's hands in her own and moved them away. Sheila gave her left fingers a lick, then moved Sandi up into her lap and held her close. She offered her lover her right hand; Sandi sucked her own juice. Sheila gave her left hand a more thorough grooming. When that taste was gone, they kissed long and deep. Sandi tucked her face under Sheila's chin.

"Nobody else," she murmured. "I'd kill if they teased me that way. Only you, Sheil."

"I forgive you for hitting me," Sheila replied.

"Did Eddie make it to a hundred?"

Sheila chuckled. "Not the first time. He nearly made it but he spurted on ninety six."

"How did you punish him?"

"How didn't I punish him! He kept getting worse every time. I stroked him off until he almost came five times in a row. His balls were in a knot, poor guy! I spanked him, tickled him to death, fucked his ass with a dildo, made him eat me out... He loved every minute of it! He let me be a total bitch with him and he was having fun letting me have fun! It was great!"

"You've got a mean streak, girlfriend."

"No, I'd've felt guilty if he wasn't having as much fun as I was. He finally nailed it, too."

"Uh huh?"

"I ran out of ways to punish him, so I curled up beside him and told him to think about it. When I woke up he'd popped the safeties and spooned up with me. He was right, it was what I wanted. We had a snack, then tried it again. He got to eighty... uh, nine-ish before he spurted. By then I was getting tired of the game, but I spanked him and we tried one more time."

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From base to tip and back her tail caressed, once; she pressed her finger tips into the pads of his feet. Two; she kissed and sucked his toes, rubbed the sides of his feet. Three, four, five; she dug her thumbs into the tension in his calves. Twenty three, twenty four; she slowly parted his butt cheeks as she massaged them. Fifty eight, fifty nine, sixty; he moaned as she pressed tension out of his shoulders, scritched between the blades. Seventy six, seventy seven; she rubbed her fingers along the sides of his tummy from ribs to hips and back; he panted. Eighty eight, eighty nine, ninety; he kept his eyes closed, grimaced and panted as she dug her thumbs into the tension between his butt cheeks. Ninety five, ninety six; she massaged his balls and breathed warmth onto them; he whimpered and panted hard. Ninety eight, ninety nine...

"A hundred! You made it babe, you can let go now!"

"...one more..." he moaned. "...I can do one more!"

"You don't have to..."

"Please, Sheila!"

"Well... okay babe, but I won't hold it against you if you don't make it now."

She stroked down under his tail and pressed a thumb against his tight hole, rubbed in small circles. She gave her other hand a quick rub on the sheets and cupped his balls in warmth with it. Then, with the tip of her tongue, she began to lick his erection from tip to base and back. One, two, three, four, five; Eddie began to whimper. Eighteen, nineteen, twenty; Sheila let go of his rear passage and pressed her thumb into his thigh instead. She found his pulse; it was very rapid! Forty five, forty six, forty seven; Eddie was mewling.

"You don't have to do this!"

"...please, let me Sheila... I want to! Please..."

Seventy nine, eighty; she'd picked up the pace, but he was sobbing and his erection throbbed. Ninety eight, ninety nine, one hundred; tip to base, base to tip... Eddie yowled! His cream gushed like a stream of white pee. Sheila quickly took him into her mouth and sucked hard! He whimpered and yowled as she pulled more and more of his cum from him. When at last it stopped spurting on its own, she kept sucking and squeezed out the last of it.

Sheila didn't even stop to lick her lips. She tore open the safety patches, pulled off the blindfold, grabbed Eddie into her arms and kissed him ferociously. Eddie hugged back, but let himself be kissed passively. Finally Sheila broke the kiss and held him tight.

"You did it, Eddie! A hundred one strokes, you did it..." She held him away a little and looked into his face. "Eddie? What's wrong, babe?"

His ears were at half-mast and he looked at her almost shame-faced.

"Sheila? Are... Did I do enough to please you? Are you proud of me?"

"Oh God, Eddie, I'm so proud of you!"

He hugged her tight and wept against her throat, but he purred louder than ever. Sheila purred with him and held him even closer. She scritched his ears and smiled adoringly.

"Mamma's good boy!" she cooed.

#

"Momma's good boy!" Sandi sneered, as she looked away in disgust. "That was what he wanted. How can someone let themselves get that vulnerable!"

Sheila looked back in shock for a moment. "He's not weak," she replied.

"Leaving himself wide open like that, he might as well have been. And you were facilitating girlfriend, letting him play the helpless victim like that!"

"Victim... victim! He was letting me play the bad guy!"

"And you stepped right into the role! And you still can't see how he was using you to put himself in the opposite role, negating any self-responsibility by submitting to you!"

"And letting himself be vulnerable, something you're afraid of!"

Sandi hissed and crouched back! Her teeth were bared, but her eyes were wide in fear. Sheila stared back, her fangs partly bared, but then she took a deep breath and looked away. Sandi slowly relaxed while Sheila licked her fingers and pawed at the bang that perpetually covered her eye. The bang swung back a little neater as Sandi's head drooped.

"Touché," the mouse said, at last.

"I didn't want to touché you," Sheila replied. "We were just now playing punishment, I should've known better."

"No, you're right Sheil, being vulnerable is my weakness. If your Eddie can make a strength out of being vulnerable, I shouldn't... envy him. He must be much stronger than me to be able to be that kind of sex partner."

"Aren't you always quoting Lao Tzu about strength?"

"From The Art of War; every strength is a weakness," she quoted, as she looked up, meekly, "every weakness is a strength."

"I love you, Sandi."

The mouse crawled into the cat's lap. Sheila lay back on the bed and they cuddled.

"Anyway, you did score a touché on me, that's not easy." (Sheila nodded and purred.) "So what did you and Eddie do next?"

"Actually, that was pretty much the end..."

#

After some plain vanilla sex, they lay together, holding each other and nuzzling gently. Eddie stroked Sheila's side. She smiled, letting herself be petted.

"We should probably bathe before we go home," he finally murmured.

"Does it have to end already?"

"Mmm... maybe not quite yet." He licked her ear. "Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Uh uh; enjoyed you."

Eddie smiled and nuzzled her cheek.

"You were pretty good for a novice... Novice dom, I mean!" He kissed her cheek and pulled away to face her. "I had to top from the bottom just a little where you didn't know what to do, but you caught on quickly. If you liked this, there are doms who'd teach you the ropes. And yes, sometimes that's literally. You'd have to sub for your teacher; if you're really a dom that's no fun, but it's important that you know where a sub's coming from."

"So subs don't dom and doms don't sub?"

"Switch hitters are pretty rare. I only know of a couple..." He snickered. "...as a matter of fact, they're a couple!"

"I'll think about it, okay?"

"Or leave this as a one-time adventure. It's entirely up to you, Sheila." He stroked her whiskers with his own. "Who's waiting for you at home?"

"How did you know!" (Eddie just smiled.) "My girlfriend..." She chuckled. "My mate, Sandi. We met at university. She's my center. We both have outside affairs, though. Did you work out that I'm bi, Sherlock?" (Again, Eddie smiled.) "So who's waiting for you?"

"Eventually? My mistress, Jezebel." Eddie looked away into the middle distance. His smile grew beatific. "She's strong, beyond anyone else I've ever met! She has such powerful, emerald-green eyes! She can pin me to the wall with them and undress me down to my soul! It scared the shit out of me at first. Now I long for it! For now though, it's back to Arizona."

"Arizona?"

He smiled at her. "That's where the slave school is where I'm training..."

#

"Aw shit!" Sheila cried. "I can't sleep in today! I forgot, I have to go back to the bar!"

"What is it?" Sandi said. "What's wrong?"

"Remember when I said there were three conditions? No names, don't change his appearance and respect his safe word?" (Sandi nodded.) "I forgot, there was another one. I have to go back to the bar and tell Master Bob how Eddie did so he can grade him."

"Grade him! So you were nothing but a training exercise to him?"

"Hey, he told me in advance! I went in with my eyes open, I was okay with it."

"So he could prove he's a good lil' toy boy for his owner!"

"Actually, he was proving he could seduce his mistress's guests if she wanted him to. Some of them'll've probably never even thought about being with a pleasure slave..."

"And who the fuck is this Master Bob anyway?"

"Eddie's training master. He's the guy..." Sheila grabbed Sandi's shoulders and gave her a canary-eating grin. "He's the guy who taught Sweet Eddie everything he knows!"

"...holy shit... I need a bath, I stink of fuckin'! I gotta work out my gear and war paint... We'll need serious toys for this guy! Well come on, we both gotta get cleaned up!"

Sheila collapsed onto the bed. "I'll take a quick shower before we go. I'll die if I don't get some real sleep! Wake me up at six, he'll be waiting for us at seven."

"Five; that'll give you six hours sleep and two to get ready."

"Five thirty..."

"Five! You know you'll need it!"

"...all right, all right... Sandi?" She looked up at her partner. "I love you."

Sandi shook her head, smiling, as she pulled the covers over Sheila. "I'll try to keep it quiet," she said.

"Sandi, how come you didn't phone the bar? You could've told me about Kuro."

Sandi smirked. "Sheil, you're never lonely for long!" She gave Sheila a peck on the lips. "Get some sleep."

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