She starts trying to pull it up with her toes, trying to wedge her foot past the waistband and into my boxers. She does this all by feel, never lookin...g up from her phone. The excitement of her doing this, though, was kind of short lived, because almost immediately our cat show up and starts headbutting me like it wants to be petted. I ask her to hold on a minute, then pick up the cat, put it in the other room, and shut the door. Damn cockblockercat.I walk back to the living room and start to. .Heather stepped out into the pasture, toward the center of the field where she would be at the most peace. It was suppose to rain but never did. She sat down on a old pile of straw that had not been burned yet and looked up at the beautiful moon. It was close to midnight and slightly cloudy. She laid back dropping all the weight on pile of straws. That weight of her body and the weight of everything else in the world that bugged Heather. She laid looking at the starts until she heard a crack. She would turn the lights down low, light a dozen large candles, and place them in a circle around her. Next she'd light a large cone of incense to perfume the air and sanctify the instruments of her torture. Then a glass of wine and a few tokes off a joint.When the effects of the wine and the pot seeped over her, she would dangle her breasts over the burning incense to perfume them, letting them swing in the smoke. Then she would put the incense burner on the floor in front of the mirror and. “I wouldn’t have said it if I didn’t mean it, kitty.” And so it was settled. I was her beautiful kitty today. Sans collar and ears, perhaps, but nonetheless, the seed had been planted. To further seal my fate, she stood behind me and careful pulled my dirty blonde hair to one side of my head and into a pig tail, soothing it out gently before tying a thick purple ribbon to hold it in place. Then, the other side got the same treatment. “There. Now you’re my perfect little kitten.” I simply.