After returning home, I forced Christopher to stay in the living room before sprinting to my wardrobe. I tried to find the thing I was looking for, but it wasn’t there anymore. I thought I changed the location of the item already, but it seemed like Christopher still managed to find it.
I opened the bed drawer and rummaged through the items inside before picking a rather provocative clothing.
“Yvonne, why are you locking me outside? Open up.” Christopher knocked on the door.
“Give me a second! I’ll be out soon!” I quickly went into the restroom, wore that sexy outfit, and checked out how I looked in front of the big mirror before looking away rather embarrassingly.
There’s even a tail at the back. Who the hell designed this thing? I thought to myself as I put on a collar with a bell and a headband with cat ears.
I read through some of Christopher’s porn before I walked out of the room, flustered. He was eating apples when I approached him with my hands up and half-kneeling in front of him. “Meow. Your present has arrived, Master. Does this satisfy you, meow?”
The apple in Christopher’s hand slipped out as he stared at me, completely stunned. He wanted to say something, but he choked on his own saliva before that could happen. I gently patted his back as I sat on his lap. “Meow. Master, there’s no need to rush. I’m all yours tonight, meow.”
Christopher turned and pushed me onto the couch. He eagerly kissed my neck all the way up to my lips. “I’m very, very happy, Eve. I love you so much.”
I shook the bell on my collar as Christopher played with my cat ears and continued to kiss me.
I followed what I read on his porn and gently exclaimed, “Master!”
Christopher became instantly turned on. He transformed into a ravenous beast and we made love endlessly as he demanded that I continued to call him “Master” throughout the night. I don’t know what that was all about but… he was all turned on.
After it was over, my headband was taken off, and I couldn’t find the cat tail anymore. My makeup wore off and the thin clothing I was wearing was torn to shreds.
“Happy birthday, Christopher!” Even though I was still in a daze, I reminded myself to tell him that. Otherwise, that petty man would find some other excuse to “punish” me, which I didn’t necessarily dislike.
A few days later, the piece I submitted to the exhibition was accepted and passed the initial screening. That was within my expectations, as it took me quite a lot of effort to complete that piece.
The exhibition crew told me that my piece would be displayed in the exhibit room, which was another way of them asking me to attend the exhibit and get interviewed, along with the other contestants.
My first reaction was to refuse, but the crew informed me that the interview would be a very important part of the exhibition. That was because there would be a lot of famous artists attending the reception, and it would be beneficial for my future development in the art circle. However, I still refused.
I hated it once things were commercialized, especially art. If people liked my art, then that would be enough for me. There was no reason to see me in the flesh. Although, I did promise the organizer that, if my art managed to make it into the next exhibition, I would show my face.
