Schrödinger's Kitten
“I’ll be back,” he said, a smile in his voice.
She lay kneeling, facedown on the bed, ass in the air, naked except for the kitten ears. Her husband had tied her wrists behind her back, and her ankles to the bedposts at the foot of the bed. She trembled in anticipation. A red satin blindfold, tied securely at the back of her head, stole her eyesight. Her other senses compensated. Her nose pressed against the soft down of the blankets and sheets. They smelled of the co...