Edge's Stuff

“Come on. You'll have to tell me what you did eventually” Alima said as she hugged Joshua's arm. He smiled back mischievously.

“Eventually. You really don’t remember anything from the trance?”

“Hmmm. No. Why?”

“It’s just kinda hot. You must have gone really deep” He stroked her hair affectionately

“It’ll be even hotter when you use whatever trigger you gave me!” She hugged his arm tighter. Making sure to press her chest into him. “Going to tie me down again?” Already a fan of light bondage Alima had loved the feeling of helplessness when Joshua could convince her body she was tied up tight with ribbon with a word. He’d even texted it to her once to come home to find her frozen on the living room floor “Or something dumb like that stupid french accent you gave me?”

Joshua grinned and kissed her forehead before pulling out something from behind his back. Alima’s eyes locked to it immediately. With all of her attention on the object she was barely aware of his voice saying “Or maybe it’s this?”

Cat ears. Pink felt. Soft headband. Small bell. Nothing new but suddenly it was the most interesting thing in the world. He swung it back and forth above her head and she moved her head to follow it. Eyes up, mouth hanging open

“That’s a cute look for you Ali” Alima wasn’t even aware of his voice but felt a warm glow at the praise “Just keep on following it” Alima didn’t need the instructions

“Now you might have figured out what the trigger was if you were thinking straight but I don’t think that’s likely so I’ll spell it out. You’re going to spend the rest of the evening as my sex kitten” Alima nodded as best she could with her eyes still following the headband

“When I put the headband on you’re going to wake from your trance. But first you need to get ready. As a kitten you’re probably finding it a bit hard to think” The words washed over Alima as her head became fuzzy. Her thoughts slowed down. Part of her started to try and work out why and if she should worry but something (someone?) told her it was fine. They would do the thinking for her. And that seemed nice. Letting go. Relaxing. Not thinking. Letting him think for her

From somewhere came the idea to speak. Alima let out a small meow. She was a kitten after all. What else could she say? She didn’t need to use human words anymore. Another idea came to her. That she was a good kitten. She meowed happily