Andrea, left alone at home rolled around some sweet nasty ideas in that slime mind of hers. She couldn't help but think of the boy she couldn't quit on in her frustration with Tesla lack of satisfying her needs.
She smiled, knowing what to do, knowing just how to get that sweet deep buzzing feeling in her heart and head she craved so; the need that built to an unbearable apex.
Stripping down to her lacy little tight panties and sheer teasing bra, the herm-cat got up and went to her dresser, looking through her collection of thrilling and beckoning collars. Finally, the lavender kitten came upon her softest collar with a perfect pink bow and golden bell. A bell that rang like a siren, calling out to her prey to come forth into her clutches. She purred as she wrapped it about her neck, tight and snug, jingling the bell with a sharp toothed grin.
Walking in long confident strides to the bathroom, the statuesque femme fatale leaned hard into the counter, pressing her puffy overflowing breasts forward, pressing them together tight between her arms to admire her own glory in the mirror. Andrea's own ravaging beauty made her shutter to gaze upon. She knew she'd easily get the pleasure she'd need from her prey. The perfectly formed herm kitten jingled her bell once more and purred, ready now to play her game.
Andrea lifted her cell phone and started texting, a sly little smile on her face.
“Hey little Ardanis,” She sent out the text. “Are you around? Are you alone?”
The cat kept her sharp eyes on the screen. Her messenger showed that the text was received. It showed that Ardanis was typing back. Then he stopped. He was typing a little more. Then stopped again. Andrea laughed a little. She knew how much her little boy was struggling, trying to keep away, and knowing that he wanted to engage with her.
“Hi Andrea,” he text finally came back. “Yeah, Naira's out for a while. Why, what's up?”
At this she grinned bright, and checked the mirror once more. The purple temptress made sure her hair was straight and lifted her bra, making her breasts puff up and tighten together. Then she lifted the phone and snapped a pic. She looked at it. Oh she was sexy, sweet, the perfect create for anyone to desire. Then she sent the pic over to her little gray cat.
Ardanis hears his phone chime, his heart was already beating fast. He felt like he was already cheating on his wife by letting the dominate herm back into his mind and heart. But he couldn't resist. His cock was already half hard knowing what she wanted of him, and his wife had been so busy lately that the attention was wanted.
The gray little cat picked up his phone and swiped it on. He was greeted by a gloriously lovely vision of the hermaphrodite dom purple cat, gazing with her sharp silver eyes right at him, into his soul. They were possessing him. Her tight, hard form dragged his needing eyes across her, making Ardanis' cock fully hard as his gazed dipped down to Andrea's thick beautiful meat. The gray kitten couldn't help but bite his lower lip at this sight. His mind went back to the memories of their times together, of how skillful Andrea can be with her thick hot slab of manhood. It made Ardanis draw a sharp breath in and shutter.
But he knew this was wrong. He tried to stay strong and resist. He lingered though, looking at the pic just a little longer, loving those wide sweet curves and that lusty come hither look. But finally, he went back into the messenger and responded.
“Andrea! Why'd you send this to me? We don't do this anymore. I'm married. What if Naira sees this?”
As Andrea's lovely silver eyes grazed across these words, she chuckled to herself and jingled her bell again, knowing she had her little boy on her hook.
“Don't tell her. Just look at me. Don't you want this? Are you hard for me dear? It's ok, tell me the truth. Tell me and I'll reward you.”
Ardanis knew he should stop look at these texts. This new chime made his eyes wonder over the phone. The gray cat looked to the front, he knew he'd be alone for quite a while, and when his wife got home it would be a dull night anyhow with another boring just to sleep ending to it all. And his already throbbing erection, long tamed by the shemale dom that was on the other side of the phone told him to go to her. And so, he gave in.
He read what Andrea had to tell him. He looked back at the pic like she told him too. The gray cat couldn't help but rub himself over him pants. It felt good to look at the herm after so long. Then he went back to the messenger like he knew he was supposed to.
“Yes, I'm hard for you,” he texted Andrea. “Fuck, I shouldn’t be... but I can't stop.”
Reading this, Andrea moaned out. Oh how she loved to see her favorite toy give in to her needs. She knew he wanted to stay faithful, maybe she should have too. But their mates were so distant lately, and this little game felt so good. Hooking and reeling the gray cat into her web on lust was the rush she needed again that Tesla never gave her.
Andrea licked her plum lips and started grinding her hips into the counter ledge. Her cock rubbed across the cool surface and hardened, starting to drip burning pre-cum down in thick goopy drops.
She purred out loud and lowered her bra with one hand, snapping another pic of her perking stiff nipple, just peeking out, her bosom puffed up and out almost reaching for the viewer. She giggled, loving what she was doing, loving knowing that Tesla would never see these all too sexy pics, because she was being cold and just hadn't earned the pleasure. Then she lowered the phone and snapped one more pic. This time of her sweetly toned belly, her wonderfully curved hips just begging to the grabbed tight, and her throbbing, leaking cock poking out and forward. Then she sent them to her little toy, knowing this would tip him over.
“What do you think of these, my little one?” she texted with them a tease.
This time, Ardanis didn't hesitate or wait. He stopped thinking about how he had to stop giving into the shemale. How he had to just wait for his wife. He lifted the phone on the first chime and swiped it on. His eyes went pure black as he looked upon the blissful sight of that eager nipple and that hot satisfying cock. His mouth watered and his chest heaved with blood thumping through his little form hard.
“I think they're lovely!” was his reply.
Honestly, it was all his blank mind could come up with as he quickly when back to the pic, looking between each, just imagining deeply his mouth suckling deep on her nipples and cock like he used to, merely used for all he was good for, just like they both liked it.
“Are you masturbating yet?” Andrea's text popped up.
Now he was really excited. His wife Naira was dominate and used him well sure, but it was never like Andrea. She played him like a violin built just for her lovely hands.
“No. Please, can I?”
He knew not to start getting off without permission first. The gray cat was well trained, and he loved to be so. He wanted to read a command to take his dick out and stroke to her. It would be better then fucking in his wife's pussy, and he knew it. The build up as he waited and stared at his phone was killing Ardanis. Andrea's reply dots just jiggled on the messenger and his lust filled mind screamed out to be allowed to free his need and get off to her endearing image.
“No you may not.”
The words he read made the needing cat groan out hard in despair. Ardanis knew he could easily just fap himself off to the slutty imagines and she'd be none the wiser, but he knew that would be wrong. Ardanis could never betray his mistress like this, not when she had wormed her way back into him heart and mind again. Besides, it felt so good and right to follow her commands, and give in at the right moment.
“But please Andrea, my lady! I can't hold on, it hurts.”
Oh how she laughed as she read this. An ounce of cum oozed out of her long shaking cock as felt her hold over Ardanis, stronger than Naira's. If felt so good. It's what she had been missing. Then she started writing back her final command as she thrust her hips, practically fucking the warming counter, catching her slutty and elegant reflection in the mirror.
Ardanis quivered, he only thumbed through the set of pictures he had been given as he waited for his lady. He rubbed his wanting hard-on through pants, wishing he could relieve it. Now the pressure was really too much. First his wife was not giving his desires release, and Andrea built him up like only she could. He'd do anything she wanted of him, anything to feel that old sweet feeling. He'd fall to him knees oh so happily for her. Anything.
“Go about the day regularly now. Wait for you wife to come home. Eat dinner with her, talk with her, whatever. Then, when she goes to bed, as you lie next to her, get your phone out and look at my picture as you... wait a moment...”
Then the text went dead for a a little while. Ardanis was on the absolute edge. He was as hard and throbbing as he could be, pre leaking in globing puddles in his pants. He stared intently at the phone screen, needing to have the final command, needing so to be told he could finish later that night, to have the knowledge his true and absolute needed release would come.
Then the screen showed there was typing from Andrea again. The gray cat's heart chest with a desire he didn't want to restrain any more. He was over joyed, waiting on the razor's edge now for the words.
“Never mind,” the text came in, and his heart sank as his blood ran cold. “Tesla just came home, and she just loves how I am dressed. I think tonight's our night. Just delete what I sent you, you were right, stay faithful, you're a good boy after all. Good night dear Ardanis.”
And with that, her status went to Offline.
The gray kitten just looked to the phone, dumbfounded, heartbroken, in utter and complete despair. He looked to the pictures one last time. Lovely, ravishing, a goddess in pixels. And so, as told, he deleted the pictures, as his hard-on wept.