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handlers.
She could see the relief cross his face. Stupid of me to jump to that conclusion, he said.
Like pony play, obviously. The animals are the subs; the handlers, the Doms.
Exactly. In fact, we have at least one pony who will make her debut as a cat at the
happening. We plan on setting it up like a cat show, with a judge and prizes. It should be really
fun and cute.
Rather tame, though, don't you think?
This would get into the personal area of things, and Margot wasn't sure she was ready to
share her reasoning with him.
It's like BDSM light, sure, but it has its own appeal too. There's a lot of domination when
an owner nurtures a cat, you know? Like brushing and feeding and petting. Margot took a bite
of dessert. It's being in complete control, without the& meanness that sometimes comes with
regular BDSM.
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How familiar are you with BDSM?
She felt her cheeks burn. Here it comes. While she could share this kind of information
with her friends and people she knew around the scene, this was different. Did Brad tell you
anything?
I want you to tell me.
I've had my share of masters, Margot admitted. Most were fine. I've never had any
issues. I just want& something different. It was the same excuse she'd given Grant on the
phone. What would Maxwell think of it?
Why is that, do you think?
Most masters I've had are there for the show, to be in control in front of me or a bigger
audience. They're egotists. I want someone more selfless, I guess. Having an animal a real one,
I mean is all about sacrifice for the animal. I think some of that comes through in kitten play.
The master, or owner, has to be willing to make changes to keep an animal safe and healthy, and
the animal has to be good for its master. She eyed him across the table. That should be what
domination is about. Sacrifice, devotion&
I see what you mean, Maxwell said.
Really?
He nodded. I think I would like to be involved in this show of yours.
Wow. Margot hadn't anticipated that at all, but her stomach fluttered at the idea. I
assume and I'm sorry if I'm wrong you would serve as an owner. Do you have a sub in mind
to be your kittengir? She felt certain a guy as hot, cultured, and successful as Maxwell had a
whole stable of subs beating down his door.
Maxwell didn't answer right away. Instead he reached across the table and brushed a strand
of hair off her forehead. That depends. Do you, my dear, have an owner?
Margot nearly fainted. Came right out with it, didn't he? I-I've only just met you, she
said, trying to think of a way out. I& I don't know. Maybe I don't want a way out of this&
Something in his gaze told her that, even if they had just met, he still felt determined to get
what he wanted. Let's practice, see how it works out. Will you at least allow me that?
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Margot thought about it. She'd handled herself around strange Doms before; heck, she
knew more about Maxwell than she did about Master Lev, or the sub he'd made fuck her, for that
matter. She glanced at Maxwell again, assessing him. She couldn't deny that he sparked
something in her. Hell, she got wet when she walked into a room he occupied. But Margot didn't
know if she could handle herself around someone that turned her on that much. She couldn't
remember it ever happening before. She took a deep breath. Okay.
That's all I ask, Maxwell said. I'll call you sometime next week. We'll see if it works.
Margot sighed and nodded.
Shall I escort you home?
She felt disappointment. Why? They'd only just met. Did she expect something different?
She'd nearly begged off on committing to the cat show, after all. Oh God. Not that, Margot. She
recognized that flutter in her stomach; she'd last felt it when she met her Baton Rouge Dom.
Falling like that for Maxwell could be a real problem. She didn't know anything about him
except for the basic information she'd gleaned over dinner. Probably for the best that she wait.
She needed to cool off, and he definitely needed to think about this awhile.
Home sounds good. Thanks.
* * *
Gel picked Margot up on Monday, and together they bought paint, used brushes, and trays
at the Green Project. Margot had learned how much paint they needed the night of her date;
knowing, too, what she now knew about Maxwell, she decided to paint the entire inside of the
building a rich, deep red. It seemed perfect for their burlesque kitty show, and it sort of reminded
her of Maxwell, of heat and power. She and Gel loaded half-empty cans, full cans, and some
buckets for mixing into Gel's truck. Then they went to Maxwell's hall to begin work.
It turned out to be an old church in a part of the town that had flooded during Katrina.
Workers had already finished most of the renovations, but no one had completed the interior
work. A low stage sat at one end of the building, and tall windows lined either side. Margot
could already see in her head how perfect the place would look on the night of the show:
elaborate cages where the kittens could recline and pose before the show, prize ribbons for the
winners, and a crowd of interesting people.
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Everyone came to work: the Brads, Sig, and Haley. They decided to make short work of
the place so they could spend some time planning layout and decorations before it got too late.
By six, they'd nearly finished. Margot heard a door open and shut. She turned to the
entrance, and there stood Maxwell.
He wore jeans and a white T-shirt, the most informal she'd ever seen him. He didn't move,
just ran his gaze down one wall, across the stage, and up the other.
Oh no. What if he doesn't like the color? Margot dropped her roller in the tray and walked
toward him. Paint covered her clothes, and she was sure she had it on her face too. She'd sweat
despite the functioning AC and felt tired to boot. She really hadn't expected to see him. As she
approached, he said, I finished up work early and thought I'd come by to see how things went.
Good to see you, Brad One said. We're nearly finished.
For Margot's ears only, Maxwell said, You think the neighborhood associations that will
meet here are going to like this color?
She couldn't tell if he teased or not. I thought you would like it, and it's what they had
enough of, Mr. Billew.
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handlers.
She could see the relief cross his face. Stupid of me to jump to that conclusion, he said.
Like pony play, obviously. The animals are the subs; the handlers, the Doms.
Exactly. In fact, we have at least one pony who will make her debut as a cat at the
happening. We plan on setting it up like a cat show, with a judge and prizes. It should be really
fun and cute.
Rather tame, though, don't you think?
This would get into the personal area of things, and Margot wasn't sure she was ready to
share her reasoning with him.
It's like BDSM light, sure, but it has its own appeal too. There's a lot of domination when
an owner nurtures a cat, you know? Like brushing and feeding and petting. Margot took a bite
of dessert. It's being in complete control, without the& meanness that sometimes comes with
regular BDSM.
42 G. G. Royale
How familiar are you with BDSM?
She felt her cheeks burn. Here it comes. While she could share this kind of information
with her friends and people she knew around the scene, this was different. Did Brad tell you
anything?
I want you to tell me.
I've had my share of masters, Margot admitted. Most were fine. I've never had any
issues. I just want& something different. It was the same excuse she'd given Grant on the
phone. What would Maxwell think of it?
Why is that, do you think?
Most masters I've had are there for the show, to be in control in front of me or a bigger
audience. They're egotists. I want someone more selfless, I guess. Having an animal a real one,
I mean is all about sacrifice for the animal. I think some of that comes through in kitten play.
The master, or owner, has to be willing to make changes to keep an animal safe and healthy, and
the animal has to be good for its master. She eyed him across the table. That should be what
domination is about. Sacrifice, devotion&
I see what you mean, Maxwell said.
Really?
He nodded. I think I would like to be involved in this show of yours.
Wow. Margot hadn't anticipated that at all, but her stomach fluttered at the idea. I
assume and I'm sorry if I'm wrong you would serve as an owner. Do you have a sub in mind
to be your kittengir? She felt certain a guy as hot, cultured, and successful as Maxwell had a
whole stable of subs beating down his door.
Maxwell didn't answer right away. Instead he reached across the table and brushed a strand
of hair off her forehead. That depends. Do you, my dear, have an owner?
Margot nearly fainted. Came right out with it, didn't he? I-I've only just met you, she
said, trying to think of a way out. I& I don't know. Maybe I don't want a way out of this&
Something in his gaze told her that, even if they had just met, he still felt determined to get
what he wanted. Let's practice, see how it works out. Will you at least allow me that?
The Lovely Kittengirls of Mew Orleans 43
Margot thought about it. She'd handled herself around strange Doms before; heck, she
knew more about Maxwell than she did about Master Lev, or the sub he'd made fuck her, for that
matter. She glanced at Maxwell again, assessing him. She couldn't deny that he sparked
something in her. Hell, she got wet when she walked into a room he occupied. But Margot didn't
know if she could handle herself around someone that turned her on that much. She couldn't
remember it ever happening before. She took a deep breath. Okay.
That's all I ask, Maxwell said. I'll call you sometime next week. We'll see if it works.
Margot sighed and nodded.
Shall I escort you home?
She felt disappointment. Why? They'd only just met. Did she expect something different?
She'd nearly begged off on committing to the cat show, after all. Oh God. Not that, Margot. She
recognized that flutter in her stomach; she'd last felt it when she met her Baton Rouge Dom.
Falling like that for Maxwell could be a real problem. She didn't know anything about him
except for the basic information she'd gleaned over dinner. Probably for the best that she wait.
She needed to cool off, and he definitely needed to think about this awhile.
Home sounds good. Thanks.
* * *
Gel picked Margot up on Monday, and together they bought paint, used brushes, and trays
at the Green Project. Margot had learned how much paint they needed the night of her date;
knowing, too, what she now knew about Maxwell, she decided to paint the entire inside of the
building a rich, deep red. It seemed perfect for their burlesque kitty show, and it sort of reminded
her of Maxwell, of heat and power. She and Gel loaded half-empty cans, full cans, and some
buckets for mixing into Gel's truck. Then they went to Maxwell's hall to begin work.
It turned out to be an old church in a part of the town that had flooded during Katrina.
Workers had already finished most of the renovations, but no one had completed the interior
work. A low stage sat at one end of the building, and tall windows lined either side. Margot
could already see in her head how perfect the place would look on the night of the show:
elaborate cages where the kittens could recline and pose before the show, prize ribbons for the
winners, and a crowd of interesting people.
44 G. G. Royale
Everyone came to work: the Brads, Sig, and Haley. They decided to make short work of
the place so they could spend some time planning layout and decorations before it got too late.
By six, they'd nearly finished. Margot heard a door open and shut. She turned to the
entrance, and there stood Maxwell.
He wore jeans and a white T-shirt, the most informal she'd ever seen him. He didn't move,
just ran his gaze down one wall, across the stage, and up the other.
Oh no. What if he doesn't like the color? Margot dropped her roller in the tray and walked
toward him. Paint covered her clothes, and she was sure she had it on her face too. She'd sweat
despite the functioning AC and felt tired to boot. She really hadn't expected to see him. As she
approached, he said, I finished up work early and thought I'd come by to see how things went.
Good to see you, Brad One said. We're nearly finished.
For Margot's ears only, Maxwell said, You think the neighborhood associations that will
meet here are going to like this color?
She couldn't tell if he teased or not. I thought you would like it, and it's what they had
enough of, Mr. Billew.
They stood toe to toe now, and he whispered, Bad kitty. [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]