Not So Different, yet as Different as Can Possibly Be

14-Home for the Holidays

When he went puppy mode he was eager to please, when in kitty mode he was bratty. She liked bratty, it meant he wanted her to "force" him. "Well hello cute kitty, you wanna play with momma?"

He shook his head no, unable to speak through the ball gag, and put down the tray of cookies. He took off the oven mits to reveal white fingerless gloves with a pink paw print on each of the palms.

Gnella stopped and wondered for a bit. She had sent a text with a very clear indication of what she wanted, and he was wearing the outfit.

Then she remembered, kitty, bratty. Her phone went ping again, and she looked to see it was an ad campaign for something. She then also saw the second text he had sent. The one she had missed.

It read "I'm going to tell you no when you ask to do it, but I want you to force me to anyway because I think that would be hot. I'll snap my fingers in place of a safe word. If you don't like this idea let me know please!"

She looked back at her husband in the cat maid outfit. He had his back turned to her, perfect. He was busy pulling cookies off of the sheet and onto the cooling rack with a spatula as she went up behind him. She grabbed the hem of his skirt, and slowly lifted it over his butt.

She was right, the tail was not attached to a belt. He was wearing a pair of pink panties underneath with a hole in the back for the tail. Holding his skirt up with her left hand, she used her right to rub and grope his butt cheeks. She heard him moan softly through the gag, and she grabbed the tail to tug and push lightly.

He moaned some more and turned his head. Upon seeing his wife, he pretended he had no idea she had been doing these things and quickly turned around.

She held her hands up and giggled. "what, you don't like it when I play with you?" she asked defensively.

He stepped back, his back against the counter. His eyes showed fear, fake fear. He was acting, yes, but it was rather convincing.

She took a step back and crossed her arms. "Well, you could at least do your job. There's a spill on the living room floor and I need you to clean it up."

He cautiously walked past her at a slow gait, but quickly sped up when he felt her slap his behind. He went to the living room, but saw no spill.

She walked in after him and watched as he searched the floor. "What, can't my own maid find a simple spill?" she taunted.

She made her way to the couch and pointed to the ground in front of it. "Over here."

He went to the spot she pointed, but he didn't see anything.

She grabbed his leash and pulled him down on to his knees. "Right here, see?" As he fruitlessly looked for a spill that wasn't there, she walked behind him to get something.

After finding it, she looked back to see her husband still on his knees searching about. Seeing the bottom of his socks, she noticed a pink paw print on the bottom of each, underneath the front of the foot.

Yndethel couldn't see a spill anywhere. Something told him there was no spill to find and that she just wanted him on his knees. Well, if this is where she wanted him, then he would keep searching. He then felt something small and sharp poke his back. A knife?