Feel Goods - novembre 10, 2019

The Cat in the Hood (when vanilla stories turn kinky!)

(With apologies to Dr. Seuss)

Our Master was gone.
Us forbidden to play.
So we knelt on our knees
On that cold, cold wet day.

I knelt there with Sally.
We knelt there, we two.
And oh how I wished
there was something to do.

Too chained to move much
And too gagged to make noise.
So we knelt in the house,
Our Master's good toys.

All we could do was to
Wait!
Wait!
Wait!
Wait!
And hope that our Master
would not be too late.

And then
Something went BUMP!
How that bump made us jump!

We looked!
And we saw him
The Cat in the Hood!
And he stared at us keenly
Like most Masters would.

And he said to us,
"Why do you kneel there like that?"
"I know you are gagged
And chained by the tummy.
But we could have
Lots of good fun that is funny!"

"I know some good games we could play,"
Said the Cat.
"I know some new tricks,"
Said the black hooded Cat.
"A lot of good tricks.
I will show them to you.
Your Master
Will not mind at all if I do."

Sally and I
Were not able to say.
That our Master was out of the house
For the day.

But our fish said, "No! No!
Cat you must go away!
For Sally and Amy
Aren't permitted to play!
You should not be here.
You should not be about.
You should not be here
When their Master is out!"

"Now! Now! have no fear."
Said the Cat in the Hood.
"My tricks are not bad,
in fact they're quite good!
But first we should get them
Up from their knees!"
And he pulled from the air
A large ring full of keys.

"Have no fear." said the Cat.
"I will not let you fall.
As I string you up high
While you stand on a ball.
With one leg tied high,
Exposing your twat.
But that is not all I can do!"
Said the Cat...

In a moment poor Sally
Was strung up as he said.
And the Cat he approached me
A tilt to his head.

"Look at me!
Look at me now!" said the Cat.
And he gave my bound head
A delicate pat.
"With a rope web or two
And a clit chain perhaps.
You might look nice
On your knees doing laps.
Or perhaps in that chair,
Yes that's what I'll do.
I'll tie you up tight
and your little friend too!"

In a flash I was bound
In a tight web of rope.
Of freeing myself
I held out no hope.

The Cat in the Hood
Pulled the knots tight with glee,
And couldn't resist playing
With Sally and me.

He tortured us madly
By licking our clits.
That rough old cat tongue
He used on our slits!

Soon we began cumming
And cumming some more!
Our cum juice was dripping
All over the floor!

Our fish he kept saying
>From his watery spot.
He said, "Do I like this?
Oh no! I do not.
This is not a good game,
They are not meant to play!
For them to both cum
Was not sanctioned today!"

"Now look what you did!"
Said the fish to the cat.
"Now look at the floor!
Look at Sally's wide twat!
Her cum it did fall
On the floor like the rain.
I'm afraid that clean floor,
Will not be the same.
And Amy she cries,
For she can't get away
>From your tongue, she knows
She was told not to play!
You SHOULD NOT be here
When their Master is not.
You get out of this house!"
Said the fish from his spot.

"But I have to be here.
For that is my role!"
Said the Cat in the Hood
To the fish in the bowl.
"I will not go away.
I do NOT wish to go!
And so," said the Cat in the Hood,
"So so so... I will show you
Another good game that I know!"

And then he ran out.
And, then, fast as a fox,
The Cat in the Hood
Came back in with a box.

A big red wood box.
I was shut with a lock.
"Now look at this trick!"
And he gave it a knock.

Then he got up on top
Gave the padlock a tap.
"I call this game FUN-IN-A-BOX,"
Said the cat.
"In this box are two slaves
I will show to you now.
You will like these two slaves,"
Said the cat with a bow.

As he undid the lock
He said "They are brand new.
Two slaves. And I call them
Slave One and Slave Two.
These slaves will not bite you.
They want to have fun."
Then from out of the box
Fell Slave Two and Slave One.
They go to their knees
And said "How do you do?
Would you like to have sex
with Slave One and Slave Two?"

And Sally and I
Did not know what to do.
Our bonds were too tight,
We could not wriggle through.
We could not refuse,
But our fish said, "No! No!
Those slaves should not be
In this house! Make them go!
They should NOT be about
While the Master's not here.
Put the out! Put them out!
Make them both disappear!"

"Have no fear little fish,"
Said the Cat in the Hood.
"These slaves are good slaves,
They behave as they should.
They are trained oh so trained!
They have come here to play.
They have come for your cum
On this wet, wet, wet day."

"Now the game that they like,"
Said the Cat, "is to tease."
And with that, both male slaves
Jumped up from their knees.
To Sally and I
They approached with great glee.
With hard ons a bobbing
As we could both see.

Slave One approached Sally
and slipped in with ease.
He pumped her quite slowly,
In order to tease.
Slave two was more wicked,
He tipped my chair back.
He found Master's flogger
And gave me a whack.

My breasts were soon red,
And he switched to my cunny.
The Cat in the Hood,
found it all very funny.
He laughed and he cried
As we both went through hell.
Our urge to cum building
And making us yell.

Soon Sally and I,
We could stand it no more.
And cum juice went spurting
All over the floor.
Slave One and Slave Two.
They dropped to the floor.
They lapped up our cum
And attacked us for more.

Then our fish said "Look! Look!"
And our fish shook with fear.
"Your Master is on his way home!
Do you hear?
Oh what will he do to us?
What will he say?
Oh he will not like it
To find you this way!"

But try as we might
We could not get away,
And Slave One and Slave Two
Began once more to play.
They traded their places,
Now I was being pumped.
While Sally, poor Sally,
Was being soundly thumped.

The Cat in the Hood
He lay back on the floor,
And waited for Master
To open the door.
Our Master appeared
We felt rescue was here.
But instead he ignored us,
That made us feel fear.

To the Cat in the Hood he said,
"At last you came!
I was tired of those little slaves
And their games.
They are yours if you want,
I give them to you.
If you like, you can even
Take my goldfish too!"

The Cat in the Hood
Jumped up with a roll,
And ran to the fish
All alone in his bowl.
"No! No!" said the fish,
"To do this is wrong!"
But the cat ate him up
And soon he was gone.

"Slave One and Slave Two!"
Said the Cat in the Hood.
"Let's pack up our playthings
As all good guests should!
I always pick up all
My playthings and so...
I will show you another
Good trick that I know!"
Our ropes were untied,
Though our gags stayed in place.
They folded us up
And proceeded post haste
To the big red wood box
With the lock on the side,
And Sally and I
Through our gags we both cried.

We were placed in the box
And the slaves jumped on top,
They spread our legs wide
and slid in with a plop.
The Cat in the Hood
Closed the box with a crash
And said to our Master.
"And now I must dash!
New playthings to train,
And soon I'll have more!
I think I'll call these ones
Slave Three and Slave Four!"

I was jerked quite awake
By the sound of the door.
I had fallen asleep
At my place on the floor.
No sign of a box
Or a Cat in a Hood.
Just my Master, home at last
Like we both hoped he would.

"So little slaves,"
He said to us two,
"Did you have any fun?
Tell me. What did you do?"
We knew he was joking
For he knew we could not
Have done much since we were both
Chained to this spot.

He freed us at last
And took us in his arms.
And his strength reassured me
I would come to no harm.

But what of my dream,
Of the Cat in the Hood?
Of the talking fish
And the box made of wood?
Should I tell him about it?
Well, what should I do?
Would you tell all you dreamed,
If your Master asked YOU?