Mittens Has Class

Chapter 4: The Restorative Power of Cookies is Well Documented

The smell wafting from the general direction of the kitchen, a sweet ardor of chocolate and baking, teased at Mittens' nose as she dreamily inhaled a breath of cookie-scented air. She briefly considered bounding in to get a better head of the wonderful aroma. And to possibly get into a good position to swipe a taste as they came out of the oven, still gooey and hot. Well, maybe give them a minute to go from 'tongue-blisters hot' to just 'cocoa-flavored lava hot'.

Before she could make good on the thought, the TV screen beeped out a sequence of sounds to signal that she needed to pay attention and press indicated buttons in order to keep her buxom digital adventuress from being flattened by booby-traps. Expertly, she navigated through the cycle of controller presses, half-watching her chesty avatar duck, dive, shoot, and dodge as a series of deadly pitfalls befell her. She gave a paw-pump as she came out the other side of the quick-time event with an intact explorer.

"If only there was an 'oops, my tank-top flew off' button." She mused to herself, before effecting a terrible British accent. "Pardon me, gentlemen, but might you have seen a ridiculously inappropriate spelunking top around here? No? Well, bother. I guess I'll have to just carry on without it." She gave a giggle at herself.

As she began exploring a new section of ancient temple, apparently designed for parkour-master priests, she was surprised to hear a knock at the front door. Punching pause, she bounced up from the sofa and padded into the foyer. She spared a quick look through the peep-hole, to make sure she didn't need to throw on the hoodie that she and Chloe kept hanging near the door, in case of unprepared vanilla people showing up.

As usual, she wasn't wearing much beyond her cat-wear and a pair of thigh-high tube socks. While she didn't have any compunctions about nudity or being seen by random strangers in her all-together, she knew that some people could make a real stink about it. A member of their community had accepted a pizza delivery wearing little more than leather straps a couple years ago, intending to play out a fantasy.

The delivery guy had sued her for mental anguish and she'd had to register on the sex offender registry. It had utterly destroyed the poor woman's self-esteem in the process, since it effectively said that her body had been found 'offensive' to see. While Mittens' own psyche could have handled the implications, she wasn't that wild about the idea of being labeled a 'sexual predator'.

She was fairly okay being labeled a cookie predator, however.

To her delight, as well as her deepening surprise, she saw Mistress Victoria waiting patiently outside. She popped open the door, brightening with a hello for the beautiful red-headed woman. "Good afternoon, Mistress."

"Hello, kitty. Wonderfully naked as usual, I see." Mistress Victoria replied back, gracing Mittens with a dazzling smile as she took in the view. Dressed in conservative grey slacks and matching blazer over a black button-up blouse, rather than fetish-inspired parody of business attire that she normally wore at play parties, she looked bizarrely...normal. Even her hair was styled in an effort to appear professional and conservative, pulled up into a loose, and a bit messy, bun at the back of her head.

Despite her lack of saucy apparel and siren-like grooming, she still managed to cut an imposing and dramatically beautiful figure. Her sharp green eyes and deep red hair made her striking enough, but she had a way of carrying herself that demanded attention, whether you were in the lifestyle or not. In a strange way, she was able to make even the vanilla appearance almost seem covertly kinky.

If Mittens knew the Domme at all, there was likely some pretty hot undergarments beneath all those normal clothes.

"Sorry for dropping in unexpectedly, love, but I thought I'd actually swing by, since I was already in the neighborhood." After a beat, she added. "I had some news for Chloe and I figured it would easier to talk to her face to face, rather than just call." Mittens stepped aside to welcome the Domme in, still visually devouring the queerly appealing look of her wearing her 'real-world' attire and speculating on what was beneath it.