Chapter Nineteen: Stripped to the Bone:

Business as usual in Tokyo. Noiz came home from work. Long day. Too much paperwork to catch on. Exams coming up. The cat breathed out. Shit. But then, she paused.

Oh shit! I didn’t pick up dinner! In her haste to get home from her students, Noiz forgot to pick up a bento before she boarded the taxi. Her stomach growled and interrupted her train of thought. The cat moaned aloud.

“Damn it, I’m hungry!” she complained. “I don’t feel like going out to pick up something and I’m too lazy for a TV dinner. What should I do?” Noiz lowered her head to the counter. Then, she heard the front door close.

“I’m home!” she heard Mosh call out. Noiz lifted her head as an idea took form. She leapt forward and raced to the front door. She kissed him wildly on the lips. Her husband looked confused.

“Okay… this is rather unexpected,” he said. His wife didn’t speak; she just grabbed him by the wrist and led him to the kitchen.

“Noiz-sama, where are we going?” he asked.

“Just get your clothes off!” she ordered. It didn’t take him long to figure out what she plotting.

“But Noiz-sama!” he cried.

“Less talking, more stripping!” she said. Mosh sighed.

“Fine,” he replied. Noiz roughly stripped him naked and shoved him in a pan on the counter. Mosh watched as his wife pulled out the barbeque sauce. A nervous smile came onto his face.

“You forgot dinner, didn’t you?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said.

“So, I’m your dinner?” he asked.

“That’s right!” the cat said with a giggle. She turned to him with the bottle of barbeque sauce in her hand.

“You are so right,” she said. Noiz opened the bottle and poured the honey tangerine sauce all over her man. Mosh trembled.

“Oh crap,” he mumbled.

“Shhh! Quiet!” Noiz whispered. “I’m cooking.” The mouse lowered his head again.

“Yes ma’am,” he whimpered. Noiz gave him a small smile.

“Good boy,” she said. Then, Noiz pulled out the brush and spread the sauce around on his body. She licked her lip as he squirmed around.

“Stay still!” she ordered. Her husband tried to do so. When Noiz finished, she placed Mosh in the oven to roast and sat back. Her mood rose to happy already.

Just twenty more minutes, she thought.

When time was up, Noiz took a half-alive Mosh out of the oven and set him on the table.

“I’ll eat up!” she said. The kitty picked up her knife and fork and began to eat. She started with his feet. One taste and her brain went into nirvana. The roasted meat made her soaked to her panties. I need more!, she thought. The heavy feast picked up from there. Mosh whimpered at each cut and bite. He shut his eyes and took it in.

Anything to please my mistress!, the mouse thought.

In ten minutes, only his member remained. Noiz smirked to herself. One more bite, she thought. The cat picked up the manhood and ate up bite by bite. The taste tempted her to cum without touching herself.

Ooo la la!, she thought. The tangy, sweet, and salty mix made her faint in delight.

When she came to, Noiz smiled to herself. She licked the remaining sauce off of her lips.

“Best dinner ever!” she said. The cat went to sleep right on the kitchen floor.