the Cat'o(uch)...

and how a private birthday party becomes unforgettable

My Mistress really liked to play games once in a while, and one game especially, that we set up for one of her birthdays, became really unforgettable.

During one of my foreing trips, in the line of my work, I had bought her an all red leather dress and a pair of high heeled platform shoes. The dress was at knee length with short sleeves, a small decolltage and as the final touch it was laced up in the back. Figure hugging, to say the least, and she looked just outstanding while wearing it.

She had never used the dress or the shoes on any special occasion yet, just tried them out both, for size once, but decided that she would wear them on her birthday, when she also wanted to be served a nice dinner including wine and candle lights on the table, with me as her personal servant at her table, meaning that I had to do both the cooking and the serving part. Also; listen to this, she wanted to be served by a cat that night.

I should have suspected something already then, but did not. Instead I asked her what she had in mind for me. She replied... »I want to see you tip-toing around in your latex cat suit, your patent thigh high boots and a black wig.» ... and that she would also give me a correct makeup for the occasion.

I prepared the cooking and table setting, including a small side table for me, as far as I could without beeing dressed up yet. Well no real servant eats at the same table as his Mistress right? So I had mainly the final preparations and the serving part remaining, when I started to get into my outfit.

All done with that she made me up with the wig, false eye lashes and a rather dramatic makeup that almost looked like the face of a cat, including painted on wiskers and a rather provocative lipstick. Looked really good and she was pleased.

At that point I got an order from her that under no circumstances was I allowed to smear that makeup during the night, or I would be punished. It was now I realised what I had coming, I was supposed to eat too, right?

Now it was my turn to help her get her clothes on, oh I really loved lacing up her dress and helping her put on her new shoes. She picked out her black opera gloves and put them on her hands and they where long enough to disapear up under the sleeves of her dress so she looked like beeing all tucked in in soft leather and walked with small gracious steps, becoming to the queen she was that night, while I escorted her to the table, lit the candles and dimmed the lights in the room.

Our dinner could start.

Serving dinner started with an entree of crab sallad complemented with a couple of spoons of Beluga caviar and champagne in the glasses. Time just passed by while we where eating, she sitting at the head of the table and me at her feet on the floor, eating my food from the small table.

After some hours we had passed through the main dish, trout stuffed with herbs, vegetables and a touch of garlic, and a dessert based on wipped ice cream with strawbery jam, coffe and sweet wine. Me waiting on her and trying to get some of the good things my self, along with keeping up the conversation, had all forgotten about the strict order I had not to smear my makeup, naturally I had done just that, oh my...

It was now quite late in the evening and we where both a bit hot from the wines, when she suddenly looked sharp and straight on me...

»What did I tell you to be careful about?»

I knew instantly what she was refering to and felt a bit shamed about the fact that I had forgotten all about it during the evening.

She ordered me to clean off the small table I had been using and while I was doing that she disapeared into the bedroom for a while, came back and then I had to lie down on that table, face down. She quickly strapped my arms and legs to the legs of the table and I was immobilized right there and then. I knew what I had coming but I thought that she was going to use the old riding crop as in previous times.

It turned out very quickly that she had purchased her own little private birthday present, a brand new cat'o nine. Never before had I felt such a sting as when she started to practice on how to use the tails. I did'nt take long until she had found out how to get the best effect from that one, without using much of her own energy, and she just kept on going lash by lash, obvoisly finding it very amusing to hear me crying and begging her forgivness for the ruined makeup.

We had not used our safe word for a number of years but now I was that close to do just that. Something held me back though, she was having a good time and I knew she would not have liked me to spoil that for her, so I tried my best to keep on taking it.

Suddenly something happened to me, instead of pain I started to feel good about it, and not long from that point I was done.

This was the first time she brought me this far, and more time like these was to come over the years. Her technique with the cat moved into perfection and she came to really love that little instrument of correction as it was very effective without making her tired in the process.

Later this evening, after she was done playing with me, we both felt like happy kids when we went to bed together, and what happened then is none of your business, sorry to say ;-) other than that we did fall asleep sometime in the morning, rather exhausted, both of us.

Thank's for such beautiful adventures my Love.