Quote Originally Posted by Dngnkeeper
Did I tell you about my old cat?

One of the things my ex-wife left was a Persian cat, Sam. He was an extremely fuzzy and loving creature who loved to sit in laps and get rubbed.

My then subby had been a bad girl, stayed out all night, got really drunk and messed up the plans for the weekend in the process. When she got home around 6am I was steamed. I took her to bed and proceeded to spread eagle her and added a blindfold. She had passed out before I finished. Grabbing an arm full of cloths I huffed out to the garage and started the wash and put on a pot of coffee while I plotted her punishment.

Suddenly I head a muffled cry form the bedroom and headed in to see what was up. It seems Sam took this opportunity to get on my subby's chest with his paws on her tummy and tail in her face. Well being the loving cat his little paws were working his sharp claws into her tender tummy and his tail was going a mile a minute while purring at the top of his lungs. She on the other hand was moaning and crying and squirming as much as her bonds would allow, which woesen't much. My first thought was to run Sam off but as I watched I could tell he was really into it and she was only half awake and not really fighting the tickling and clawing, so I got a cup of coffee and watched him go for about a half an hour. He finally got board and left and she calmed down and went to sleep. Her tummy was covered with little red marks from his claws. Fitting justice I thought and went on about the day checking on her periodically. Well Sam being the ever loving cat came back for more twice. Each time to the same reaction.

Around noon I pried my hungover subby out of bed. She was babbling about a dream of someone working her over with feathers and nettles. When she saw her tummy with the little red marks and felt the pain, her face turned red in shock, it haden't been a dream. Just then Sam makes another appearance and jumps in her lap. Then it dawned on her who had inflicted the punishment.

The next day after the hangover was abated we talked about the punishment and the cat. I assured her that it had all been the cats idea. Now that the shock and hangover had worn off she was laughing about what a great punishment the cat had been. Her main concern was that it was summer and wearing a bikini was going to be out of the question for several days. She took to calling the cat Kitty Dom and Sam had developed a new bad habit, sleeping on her tummy.

When the Dom is away the cat will play!!!
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got a cat at my parents am sure he woudl be up to that as well