Falling In Love With A Kitten Who Has A Cat That Owns Her

I accepted a job as a proof reader for the Public Relations department of a company because I felt a connection to the HR girl who interviewed me and walked me around to meet people. We went out and on our first date we spent the night. Only once do you feel that feeling and that night I felt that feeling. You know you are with that someone to spend your life with.

But she told me she was taken. She belonged to this man who supported her. She had worked for him and he made her his and now she was his. Sorry, she really liked me and she thought we would be great friends, but he wasn't going to just let her go, she belonged to him. Sorry.

My heart was crushed. She was not a casual lesbian, she was all lesbian, even she admitted it. And what had happened wasn't some night out, the sex was real. I was hurt, worse I was devastated. We worked together, at the same office and we had to interact and she was very nice to me and asked if I had met someone. I told her, YES, I met you. You are that someone.

We went out again, this time it was an office thing for a girl who was turning 30 and there were some male naked dancers and as you can imagine I turned my nose up at that. I sat close to 'her', all I wanted to do was leave with her and get in bed with her. The male naked dancers did get me horny, but for her. I whispered in her ear that I wanted to kiss her and I wanted to hold her again, we could make love. I held her face and kissed her lips right there in the party room while a naked guy kept trying to get our attention with his dick.

We did go back, this time to her apartment, and we did make love again. Her apartment, the one he paid for, had his clothes in the closet and had his shaving equipment and had his favorite Scotch on the kitchen counter. She said she had told me she belonged to him. Well here was proof, she was his pet, his kitten and he kept her, for himself.

I asked her to ask him if it was okay with him if she had a girlfriend. There would obviously be no man involved, no penetration by a another man's penis. Strictly female. Just ask him, maybe she could get permission. She took me to meet him, at the country club. Surrounded by all these old men who played golf. He was nice and polite and asked me a hundred questions. He told her, I could be her 'friend'. He didn't give her permission for sex.

We were friends, we dated and went out and we slipped up and we had sex, and we kissed and hugged and did all those things. One day after sex, we got up and she suggested we go commando and go out to eat at this diner. We forgot all about the panties and he found them right where we left them, beside the bed. Two pair of panties. And he confronted her and she fell apart and cried, crying helps, every girl knows that. He was angry but not that angry and he told her that he wasn't into keeping pets around, One little kitten was enough. But if she wanted another kitten to play with, but, he told her, I was his kitten and he wanted us both in the same place.

Very rich men get what they want. She is 'his' kitten. Don't make the mistake of thinking that she isn't. I had to learn that. Yes, we could play while the cat was away, but when the cat came to stay she was his kitten and I could stay or hide away, but she was his kitten. Staying was not fun, so I hid away when he came to stay. Sleeping on the sofa, waiting. Yes, I'm his kitten too. And from time to time he plays with me. But 'his' kitten is her. He owns her, you can tell, and she is 'his', you can tell that too.