Cat in heat-2

Cat rose up quickly to bound after me, meowing loudly, her long hair flopping from side to side as she chased after me. What could this mean? Cat thought nervously. But her “heat” was too all consuming not to find out. ‘If she locked her away, then she would howl. But what if she didn’t…’
Cat crawled cautiously over the threshold of the door, spotting I standing the middle of the living room in front of the couch, my hands on my hips facing her. I snapped my fingers and pointed to the spot in front of me, a stern, exasperated look on my face. She slowly approached with her head low, wary of my next move. She stopped before me, and lowered down on all fours.

I reached down and grabbed one of her streaks, pulling her up I tossed her body half way up on the couch, facing down, her knees still on the floor as her thighs pressed against the front of the couch. “Head down, Cat. Now!” I stepped in between her legs, looking down at her naked body, her long tail covering her obviously needy pussy-cat. Reaching down I grabbed her tail by the base, twisting it before I flipped it up over her back, the action making her whine and claw at the couch. I could see her slit glistening with her “heat” and it made me smile. It was the one thing I did enjoy about my Cat; she was always ready for me.