Enchanted_ Erotic Bedtime Stories For Woman Part 2

Cat and Mouse

The game of cat and mouse is legendary, and is a favorite subject for novelists. What is it that draws one into the game, at once so fascinating and so antagonistic? It is a complicated matter that is ever being examined by the philosopher. I, too, have made many attempts to solve the riddle.

It seems to me that the game was more enjoyable in ancient times. Nowadays it is decidedly less satisfying. Somehow, as the stakes got higher, the players became more menacing and the game more ruthless. In truth, it is no longer even played the way it used to be. For one thing, the object of the game has very nearly been eliminated.

It has long been established, for instance, that Cat is physically stronger than Mouse, but Mouse has nevertheless been a worthy opponent by virtue of her superior instincts and faultless determination. Over the years, however, Cat has acc.u.mulated many unfair advantages over Mouse, taking the fair play out of the game. This development has had the peculiar effect of making the game all the more enticing for Mouse, while rendering it tedious and dull for Cat. Such are the circ.u.mstances of Cat and Mouse as I begin my tale.

In the story I am telling, supremacy belongs to Cat. Mouse has much less power in most respects: she earns and keeps less wealth, she has a much smaller voice in world events and, in short, she has fewer advantages than Cat. As would be expected under such circ.u.mstances, Mouse has lost much of her spirit, and Cat feels the loss without acknowledging it. And so, when he encounters one of those few delightfully tenacious mice who refuse to accept these terms meekly, this new breed of Cat is too frightened to respond appropriately.

Meanwhile, Mouse has lost respect for Cat, thinking him lazy and spoiled by those mice who have acquiesced to his superiority. The game, then, has reached its final stages of existence, and only in the rarest cases, as in the story described here, is it played with the vigor of ancient times.

As my tale begins, Mouse is keeping a low profile in a little hole in the wall in Cat's world. She is dressed in a flimsy rag, which is the modern fas.h.i.+on for the mice in Cat's world, but which barely covers her nakedness and leaves her always feeling exposed and exploited. Still, our Mouse feels relatively safe from Cat because of her rebellious att.i.tude, which his kind interprets as coldhearted spitefulness. This suits Mouse perfectly, for Cat disgusts her.

"Ha! Cowards!" laughs Mouse, as yet another cat scurries past her little hole in the wall, hastening to get away from the hostile creature therein. "How fearful those big, strong cats become when they encounter anger from a powerless little mouse! I shall easily escape the fate of my sisters with mere animosity as my defense."

Indeed, it was not difficult for her to bring forth feelings of animosity. She hated being exploited in this cat-dominated world, never being understood or appreciated for her intelligence and sensitivity. And yet, whenever a cat stopped at the opening of her little den to look her over, she was seized with strange sensations that were both disturbing and frightening. But she refused to let the cats see her fear or, more especially, her secretly harbored hope that she might someday meet a real real cat, like those she had read about in romantic novels. So she hissed and cursed at them, laughing to herself as they nearly tripped over their own feet in their hurry to escape her. cat, like those she had read about in romantic novels. So she hissed and cursed at them, laughing to herself as they nearly tripped over their own feet in their hurry to escape her.

She set her face in an expression of haughty disdain as she heard another cat approach. He was much larger than she was, as were all the others, but she reminded herself that size wasn't everything. She was certain that her will was superior to his.

She struggled to remain composed as the cat stood in the entranceway, his eyes moving leisurely over her body. The usual agitation burned in her. By what right did cats think they could ogle mice in that rude way? How did it get to the point where this was considered normal behavior? If she behaved like other mice, she was now expected to be flattered to have been honored with his attention! She jerked her chin up even higher and met Cat's eyes with a look of disgust.

He was uncommonly handsome, she grudgingly noticed. It was indeed unusual these days for a cat to care about his appearance at all. They were generally so scraggly and unkempt that it offended one to be anywhere near them. But then, the mice were so busy worrying about their own appearances that it rarely occurred to them to notice that the cats were not worth all the trouble.

This cat, however, was one of the few who would be considered worth the trouble. But that was all the more reason to avoid him in Mouse's opinion, for the good-looking cats were worse than the slovenly ones. They were in great demand and they knew it, and it was hard work indeed to win their affection for a single moment, let alone to achieve any kind of long-term devotion. As she looked at this cat's self-a.s.sured expression, Mouse realized he probably had a number of mice at his beck and call. She forced herself to look past his physical beauty.

But it was impossible not to note the thick hair that fell in short dark waves around his face, or the faultlessly chiseled features that arranged themselves into an expression of absolute confidence and poise. His muscular body moved with singular grace and ease. Mouse's sharp instincts warned her that she had better get rid of him quickly. She drew her most effective weapon in ridding herself of cats: her tongue.

"Look all you like, pig," she snarled. "You will never be allowed to touch." For at the very least, this strange world in which she lived would not permit a cat to force a mouse to submit against her will. Indeed, there was not the slightest temptation for them to do so anyway, since mice were offering themselves up willingly to be the eager slaves of the undeserving louts!

To Mouse's astonishment, Cat actually smiled at her remark and then slowly reached his hand into her little hideaway. Very carefully, so as not to touch her skin, he took one agile finger and lifted the ragged material of her covering up to her shoulders, exposing her body completely to his view. With an angry hiss she slapped his hand away.

"You did say I could look all I liked, did you not?" He laughed.

Now, Mouse had one weakness, and it was that she was highly compet.i.tive- especially in matters of wit and will. Hers was a character that was easily drawn into the game of cat and mouse. The cat's clever retort, combined with his easy demeanor and absolute disregard of her bad-tempered manner was sufficient enticement for her to ignore her apprehensions and change her mind about her earlier resolution to get rid of him immediately. It might be better to torment him a bit first.

Her eyes held his with sudden interest, and one corner of her lips turned up in a smirk. She shrugged her shoulders and tried to a.s.sume a look of casual indifference. "I was only thinking of you just now," she rejoined with mock sincerity. "I would hate your ego to suffer the singular blow of being refused what you desire."

"It's sweet of you to be concerned for my welfare," he replied with a grin. His eyes burned into hers as he added, "But on that matter we both know you don't need to worry."

She wondered if his remark meant that he did not find her desirable, or if he was just so confident that she would acquiesce to him if he did. He saw her confusion and laughed.

More curious than ever now, she took the coy approach, saying, "I suppose you have too many mice to choose from to become overly excited about any single one, what with the harem of slaves you must have lined up to do your bidding." She said this as if she was complimenting him, but the message was clear enough. One of the things she detested most about this modern cat's world was the way mice were always so willing to debase themselves by selling their flesh to the cats as willing s.e.x slaves. And yet, she knew it had to sting the cats' pride to know that, even though they could buy virtually anything they wanted from the mice, they were, nevertheless, obliged to pay for it. In her remark, she was insinuating that he, too, would have to pay for favors, even though she suspected that it probably wasn't true in his particular case.

Cat was not put off by her remark in the least, however, and with a cool and steady composure he answered, "Even so, I am willing to give you the opportunity of being my slave if you ask me nicely." He loved the way her eyes flashed in anger at his remark. He was enjoying goading her immensely.

"I most certainly do not want to be your slave!" she huffed. How could he twist everything around so completely? She wished with all her heart she could wipe that Ches.h.i.+re Cat smile off of his face!

"If you didn't secretly wish to be my slave you would not have brought it up to begin with," he argued.

His arrogance aggravated her, and her eyes flashed as her smirk became a sneer. "Could you really be so conceited that you think what I meant by my remark was that I wanted to be your slave?"

"I would bet my tail on it."

"As confident as that, are you?" she challenged, looking for an opportunity to make him see how wrong he was. She was too inexperienced in the game to realize that he was baiting her.

"Shall I prove it to you?" he asked, returning her challenge.

"Prove- !" His audacity was really too much. An alarm of some kind flashed a warning inside her brain, advising her to be cautious but she was too provoked to heed it. Besides, it was exhilarating to finally meet a cat with a little bit of backbone and such a quick wit. Ancestral courage welled up within her in response to his challenging posture. She felt it was her duty to put him in his place, and so without another thought she blurted, "If you can prove anything but my utter disgust for you, I will be your slave for this very evening!" His audacity was really too much. An alarm of some kind flashed a warning inside her brain, advising her to be cautious but she was too provoked to heed it. Besides, it was exhilarating to finally meet a cat with a little bit of backbone and such a quick wit. Ancestral courage welled up within her in response to his challenging posture. She felt it was her duty to put him in his place, and so without another thought she blurted, "If you can prove anything but my utter disgust for you, I will be your slave for this very evening!"

As soon as the words were out she felt a flash of terror. Had she really just said that? And when had she stepped out of the protective shelter of her mouse hole?

It didn't matter. She would never give in to him, and he would eventually be forced to leave her with his tail between his legs, unsuccessful and humiliated. This thought made her smile.

Cat was smiling, too, thinking, just when it seemed that all the mice were docile little fools, ready to submit to anything put before them, he finds this little gem. Why, she was exactly what he had been searching for his entire life. And to think that he had nearly avoided her, at the advice of the many other cats who had rejected her. "b.i.t.c.hy," they all called her! What fools! As exquisite as she was, it was to be expected that she would instinctively want a cat that was willing to put up a fight for her. He recognized this because he came from that same species of animal as she, who prefer a struggle before mating. He needed to continually prove his right to possess his partner, while she needed a mate that was worthy of her and unafraid. Through instinct he knew that they both felt these things, though he also knew that she did not fully understand them yet.

Cat stepped closer to Mouse and lightly brushed her hair to one side. She felt his warm breath on her face as he murmured, "How shall we put it to the test?"

She sucked in her breath and held it. A thought or two crossed her mind but she remained silent. She was utterly stumped.

"Perhaps a kiss," he suggested finally, after allowing her thoughts to wander a bit.

She sighed in relief. All she had to do was withstand one kiss without swooning over him. She was certain that she could do that. How sweet it was going to be to send him packing after he did his d.a.m.nedest to impress her with his best kiss. She nearly chuckled at the thought.

He looked in her eyes and saw the amus.e.m.e.nt there. So she was already congratulating herself on her victory, was she? Good. He needed to catch her off guard. But he warned himself to be careful. She was one-of-a-kind in their world, and he was not about to let her get away.

Confident now, Mouse tilted her head back in antic.i.p.ation of Cat's kiss, all the while looking expectantly into his eyes. He stared back at her while his lips hovered directly above hers for what seemed like an eternity. An uncertainty came into her eyes, and suddenly she was impatient. Was he going to do it or not? What kind of a simpleton says he's going to kiss you and then doesn't do it?

His lips remained so close that they were almost brus.h.i.+ng hers. "Well," he finally whispered, "where would you like it?"

"What?" she whispered back.

"The kiss," he explained. "Where would you like me to do it?"

She stared at him in shock. Images that made her dizzy entered her brain, but she instantly forced them out of her consciousness. And yet she was trembling. She once again reminded herself that the wisest course would be to get this over with quickly.

And just how was she supposed to answer his question without sounding like she wanted wanted him to kiss her? He really had an infuriating way of setting her up. What she would really like to do is- Suddenly she had an idea. him to kiss her? He really had an infuriating way of setting her up. What she would really like to do is- Suddenly she had an idea.

"I think the least-offensive place would be my foot," she said at last, with an eager smile.

"Your foot it is," he replied without disappointment. He had expected no less of her. Besides, his suggestive question had had the desired effect. He had noticed her loss of composure, if only for a few moments.

He went down on one knee before her in a deceivingly submissive gesture. As she prepared for her attack, Mouse felt a peculiar disappointment that he had allowed himself to be beaten so easily, and a strange regret that it would all soon be over. It occurred to her that, from somewhere within herself, she had hoped he would be smarter or stronger or something...but immediately she reproached herself for being so foolish, remembering that it was her pride and her freedom that were on the line here.

Cat gently picked up her foot and placed his warm mouth on it for a lingering kiss. Immediately after the kiss was concluded, Mouse yanked back her foot in a swift motion, with the intention of kicking Cat in the face- an act that would once and for all show him her utter self-possession and lack of response to him. But as she swung her foot forward to deliver the blow, his hand flew out with razor-sharp precision and caught her ankle, holding it in a grip of steel. She gasped at this unexpected turn of events. The strength she felt in the grasp he maintained on her leg sent a thrill through her. She tried to shake him off but he held her with as little trouble as she might have had holding a b.u.t.terfly by the wing. All at once she was completely disarmed.

Suddenly she lost her footing, balancing and struggling on the one foot as she had been. With arms and legs akimbo, she fell, bottom first to the floor. With the swiftness of a panther, Cat reached out and caught her, breaking her fall with his hands. She was at first relieved and then horrified. His hands cupped her b.u.t.tocks. She moved to get up, but he held her.

"We haven't determined the effect of the kiss yet," he said with smile.

"What do you mean?" she asked, still struggling to get up and away from his hands.

"What I mean," he explained calmly, "is that I want to see if I was able to inspire 'anything but your utter disgust' for me with my kiss."

"Oh...well I can a.s.sure you that disgust pretty much sums up my feelings," she lied, trying to appear calm and unaffected. But it was difficult with his strong hands holding her the way they were.

"I don't believe you," he replied. "And I like to verify things whenever possible."

"Well, it's not possible," she snapped back. "So you're just going to have to take my word for it."

"But it is possible," he argued. "It's not only possible, but it's also simple and painless." So saying, he removed his hands from beneath her and pried open her legs.

At last she realized what he meant to do. A persistent tingling had been building up between her legs since before the kiss and now her desire was all but throbbing within her. "No," she protested. "No." She shook her head back and forth as she struggled desperately to close her legs.

"If it's as you say," he said in an annoyingly reasonable tone, loosening his hold on her legs for the moment, "after one brief inspection I will leave here and never bother you again. But if you're lying, as I suspect, you are rightfully my slave for the evening."

She gasped in horror. When did the tables turn and he become the victor?

"You can admit your desire for me directly if you'd rather," he said patiently.

"Never!" she nearly shrieked.

"Well then, you have nothing to hide, have you?" he asked.

His eyes locked with hers, and it was as if she were hypnotized as she allowed him to open her legs wide. His fingers gently touched her, probing her. She cursed her treacherous body even as she shuddered with pleasure when his finger slid easily into the telltale wetness. He let out a hoa.r.s.e groan and drew her into his arms.

"I win," he said, just before his lips claimed hers.

Her pride was crushed but she could no longer deny that he had won the battle. Still, she conceded grudgingly. Her eyes flashed with anger and she bit his tongue when he pushed it into her mouth. This did not disappoint him in the least; it was again what he had expected from her. He willingly permitted her to vent all her rage on him. After all, he understood how annoying it could be to lose.

He gently held her arms down until she ceased her clawing, all the while continuing to kiss her tenderly. She struggled to fight off her feelings of attraction to such a worthy opponent; but gradually she began to submit to the warm feelings he kindled in her, and finally she accepted her defeat and returned his kisses with a pa.s.sion that matched his own. She wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his body. But he only reveled in her total surrender for a moment. He had already decided that he wanted much more from her than one night of forced servitude. It was time to raise the stakes in their game.

Cat pulled himself away from Mouse's embrace and asked her, "How is it that I, your master, am here servicing you, my slave?"

She was too stunned by the rude interruption to respond. She had thought that her utter surrender to him would satisfy his need to dominate her, but it seemed that she had been mistaken in that. He wasn't waiting for a response from her, however. With a quick motion he slapped her b.u.t.tocks, saying, "Up, slave."

With burning cheeks Mouse abruptly stood up, attempting to straighten the disheveled cloth she wore, useless though it was. She glared at Cat, silently vowing to find a way to get even with him. But he went on as if he hadn't a care in the world.

"Follow me, slave," he said, leading the way. But before she had taken her first step he added, "On your knees."

She gaped at him, nearly choking on her words with the horror she felt. "I will not," she finally managed.

"You, what?" he asked, feigning shock at the outburst. But it was again what he had expected. He knew it would take heaven and earth to get her on her knees. And as luck would have it, he just so happened to have the power of heaven and earth over her at that particular moment, for he knew her pride would never allow her to renege on a bet.

"You heard me," she remarked, standing rigidly before him.

"Are you, then," he said slowly and evenly, "refusing to make good on our deal?"

She paused at that. "I will serve as your slave for the evening, but not on my hands and knees."

"You agreed to be my slave, and a slave is obliged to do everything everything as indicated by her master," he reasoned shrewdly. "Furthermore, I can a.s.sure you that it is quite usual for a slave to be required to take that position...and many others." as indicated by her master," he reasoned shrewdly. "Furthermore, I can a.s.sure you that it is quite usual for a slave to be required to take that position...and many others."

At this Mouse was silent. She had never been a slave before.

"Tell me," he continued, "if I were your slave, would I not be on my hands and knees at this very moment?"

Mouse again remained silent, because she could hardly deny that she would give much to see him on his hands and knees at that moment. Cat felt it was the perfect time to set Mouse up for another game.

"You were the one who proposed the stakes," he reminded her. "Now unless you wish to demand a rematch to win back your freedom, you are bound to serve me however I wish."

It only took a second for her eyes to flash back to life and for her to grasp the hook he had dangled before her. "A rematch?"

"Yes," he said smoothly. Then, pretending to change his mind, he added, "I mean, no. I don't think I could be enticed to agree to that. After all, I've got a pretty good deal here with you as my slave for the evening."

He almost smiled as she uttered the words he had been waiting for. "But we could go double or nothing!"

"Why should I wager two potential nights of slavery for the one definite night I already have?" he asked. "No, forget it. You're wasting time. On your knees, if you please."

"What do you want, then?" she demanded.

"Well, to consider giving up my evening as your master, I would need the opportunity to win something of even greater value to me, say...you as my wife." He was as shocked as she was when he said it, for he had only been intending to make her stay with him for an indefinite period of time. But once the words were out he knew he meant them. He loved the feeling he got from her challenging nature. They had the perfect chemistry, and he knew they would keep challenging each other for the rest of their lives.

But when Mouse heard his words she almost laughed. "You expect me to wager one night of slavery against an eternity of it?" she asked, incredulous.

"As my wife, you would hardly be a slave," he rejoined. "But it is flattering to know that your first instinct is to a.s.sume that you would be the loser."

This irritated her pride, and she grumbled resentfully, "It was only by using trickery that you won the last bet. It was completely unfair, and I can a.s.sure you that it will not happen again." Although she could not help remembering his prying hand, and wondered how she could make true her rash statement.

"Am I to understand that you wish to undergo the test again?" he asked with a taunting smile.

"No!" she blurted, mortified. She tried to hide her blus.h.i.+ng cheeks by turning her head away from him in an arrogant gesture. "What I mean is that I dispute the accuracy of such a barbarian test."

"Oh, I can a.s.sure you that it is a more accurate way to find out the truth than by your words," he argued. "What I felt there was definitely not 'disgust.'"

She was annoyed and embarra.s.sed by the reminder. "If you had the impact on me that you suppose, it seems that you could somehow have extracted the truth from my lips."

"Is that another challenge?" he asked.

"I...well," she stammered, a little more wary this time. But all at once she seemed to make up her mind. "Yes!"

He held out his hand to her. "So, you accept the terms- namely this night of slavery against becoming my wife?"

"Those terms are not fair, and you know it!" she protested.

"Whether it's fair or not, I cannot say," he replied. "But it is for me, as the reigning victor, to set the terms, and there they are. Take 'em or leave 'em."

Her jaw was set in an obstinate expression as the anger flashed in her eyes. She would be d.a.m.ned if she would agree to his outrageous terms. "Let's get this night over with," she snapped.