Kats And Kittens

by Lobo De la Sombra

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Storycodes: Solo-M; Solo-F; M/f; hotel; bond; rope; ribbon; naked; gift; collar; sex; climax; rom; cons; X

"Brad? What're you doing out here, man?"

Brad turned from the balcony railing, where he'd been staring out into the night. "Hey, Jim," he replied. "Just getting another look at the bay. It's so beautiful here, I wish I didn't have to leave."

"You'll be back."

Brad shook his head slowly. As a low level clerk back home, it had taken him nearly two years to save up for this vacation. It hadn't been easy this time, and with the economy seemingly determined to slide to new depths, he saw little chance of a repeat.

"Well, come back inside. If this is your last night here, spend it with your friends."

Nodding, Brad moved away from the rail, following Jim into the small, crowded room beyond the sliding glass doors. There, he quickly lost himself in the group of people he'd met during his two weeks here. This was his going home party, and it seemed everyone he'd met during his whole stay was here to say goodbye. Everyone, that is, except for the most important one.

"Any sign of Katrina?" he asked hopefully.

"I'm afraid not," Stacy replied, shaking her head slowly. "Maybe she just didn't want to see you go."

Jim sighed. He'd met Katrina on his first day here, and the two had become nearly inseparable. Shy, slightly awkward around other people, Katrina had been one of those people who seemed to shy away from anything resembling close or intimate contact. It had taken him nearly a week just to get her to go to the beach with him, and, even then, she'd stayed safely clear of the water, her robe clutched firmly around her. Even so, she had seemed to enjoy herself very much. Jim knew he had.

With another sigh, Jim immersed himself in the party, and, somehow, the hours passed. Eventually, he decided it was time to go back to his hotel room. His flight left the next evening, and he needed time to pack. Reluctantly, he said his goodbyes to all his new friends.

"We're gonna miss you, you know," Pauline said, wrapping him in a tight hug. Jim gladly returned the embrace. After several visits to the local nude beach, his eyes knew every one of Pauline's many curves, yet this was the closest he'd ever come to touching them. When she broke the hug, he found himself wishing he didn't have to let go.

"Oh," she said, "I think you dropped this earlier." Grinning, she reached into her abundant cleavage and withdrew Brad's key card. "Good thing I found it," she said, handing it over, "or you might have wound up sleeping with one of us."

Brad returned the grin. "And this would have been a bad thing?" he asked, slowly looking her up and down. Pauline laughed.

"Pervert," she said, giving him another quick hug. "Now get out of here. Get some rest, so you'll be ready for your flight."

Reluctantly, Brad hailed a cab and rode back to his hotel. He'd been careful not to drink too much, but he was still a bit light headed as he closed the door to his hotel room and turned on the light. Maybe that was why it took him a minute to process what he saw inside.

There, on his bed, lay a naked woman. She lay on her stomach, head turned away from the door, hiding her face from his view. More visible, impossible to miss, was the rope binding her arms at wrist and elbow. Her legs, also, were bound, rope at ankle and knee securing them together. What looked like a red ribbon loosely encircled her neck. As the light came on, her body stiffened slightly, seeming to press itself against the mattress. Brad moved quickly to the bed, grasping one shoulder and rolling the bound woman over, only to see Katrina's eyes gazing up at him.

Maybe it was the alcohol, but, for a moment or two, all Brad could do was stare at the naked woman lying bound before him. Katrina would never be called a small woman. Back home, she'd be considered "big boned". Now, staring at the firm thighs, the wide hips, the large breasts, Brad was struck by the utter femininity of the body before him. She might not be small, but she was, without a doubt, all woman.

A soft grunt finally focused his eyes on the panel covering Katrina's mouth. With a start, he reached for it, only to pause at the sight of her shaking her head. Startled, he watched as she turned her head with a nod, following her gaze to the slightly crumpled sheet of paper where she had been. Reaching across her, he picked it up, eyes widening as he read what was written there.

"I'm sorry I missed your party, but I wanted to give you the best gift I could for your last night here. Please don't unwrap it until you've played with it properly. There's a package of rubbers in the drawer of the bedside table, and I hope you'll make good use of them." The note was signed, "Love, Kat."

Brad couldn't help but grin at that. She'd hated it the first time he'd called her Kat. Eventually, she'd gotten used to it, even reaching the point of not answering him if he used her full name. Now, setting the note aside, he sank to the bed and began thoroughly examining his "gift."


"Did you enjoy your gift?" Now free, Katrina lay with her head resting on his shoulder, his arms wrapped loosely around her. Smiling, he kissed the top of her head.

"More than I've ever enjoyed any gift in my life," he replied honestly. "I'm just sorry I had to unwrap it. I really wish I could keep it."

Katrina rose to her hands and knees, her face poised over his. "Do you mean that?" she asked, her eyes locked intently on his.

"Absolutely," he replied, reaching up to cup her dangling breasts, softly pinching the nipples. Katrina moaned softly before slipping off the bed. With Brad watching her every move, she reached into the closet, returning to the bed holding what looked like a short leather belt and a pair of scissors.

Seating herself on the edge of the bed, Katrina removed the ribbon that still encircled her neck. Laying the ribbon atop the leather, she carefully cut off a length. Turning the belt over, she showed Brad a small zipper. Carefully, she slipped the ribbon into the belt, zipping it closed like a miniature money belt. Katrina handed the belt to Brad, then leaned over him, one hand sweeping her hair out of the way.

Brad simply stared for a moment. Then, realizing what it was she wanted, he reached up and buckled the belt around her neck. Once it was in place, Katrina slid back onto the bed, pressing herself against him.

"Now," she said softly, "you'll never have to unwrap your gift completely. Which means it's yours forever."

Brad shook his head slowly. "Kat," he said softly, "this is the most wonderful gift I've ever received. But I can't keep it. I'm leaving tonight, going home. This trip took everything I had, and I'll barely be able to support myself, much less two."

Katrina slid her body against his, moving to rest squarely atop him. "We're leaving tonight," she replied, her eyes locked on his. "I snuck into your wallet the other day and looked at your address. We only live about twenty miles away from each other. And you won't be supporting me. My dad has more money than anyone could ever spend, and I have bank accounts I don't even know about. I control that money." She reached up to finger the leather around her throat. "And now," she said softly, "you control me." Her eyes fell. "That is, if you want to."

Brad was silent for a moment. Slowly, his arms encircled her. "Come here, kitten."

"Kitten? Katrina's eyes rose. "What about Kat?"

"Out there, you can be Kat," he told her. "In here, when we're alone, you're my kitten."

Katrina smiled. "Yes, Master," she said softly. "Now, do you think you can make your kitten purr before we start packing?"

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