Gerlinde's thoughts rose swift in bright blue lines of arousal.  She relaxed to indulge in the rhythmic pulse of her penis, the satiny cling of the tongue that squirmed like a minnow pinned beneath the glans, in that bouquet of sound - pussywillow and fox glove and baby's breath sounds.  She stroked the spilling tears onto Lisle kitty's cheek as though painting the blushing flesh with its clear color to soothe; she stroked her own shaft.  Her thoughts, untethered, again snuggled in lofty poesy:<br/><br/>Lisle kitty was no cheap whore.  Gerlinde knew enough of such a type - hard and cunning and wretched - to not think of her so.  She was not mere raw material either.  Gerlinde worked all day with human beings as her canvas and clay; she knew the ways people came apart like sand castles under enough pressure, or just faded away like cheap postcards under too much scrutiny.  She was no drone, either.  Lisle kitty was not some mechanical creature, reduced by the hammer and tongs of human hardship at its most extreme to simply serve the machine until one day she snapped quietly and was discarded.<br/><br/>No, Lisle kitty was crying.  Lisle kitty was burning alive with blush.  And Lisle kitty had peed in front of her, naked, in a cat box.<br/><br/>But Lisle kitty was still gazing up and licking and sucking the taste from Gerlinde's raw penis.  Even though she had to think about it.<br/><br/>And so Gerlinde felt more curious and proud than anything; she pulled herself from Lisle puss' mouth a minute or so after the urine stopped flowing.  A finger lifted a thick strand of saliva into Lisle kitty's lips from where it hung on the shiny purple head.  That flesh, right down to the bony washer of her prostate, clamped in protest.  Gerlinde soothed it with a brush of Lisle's crown.<br/><br/>"You tried so hard for me."  Gerlinde said, serious and bright as a bronze plaque.  Her fingers were fragrant paint brushes on Lisle kitty's face, the dangling crop tapping Lisle kitty's back.  Before the kitty, her sex flexed, tumid and angry.  She smiled all the same.  "You not only obeyed, you remembered how to please.  That is very difficult, considering how you are just beginning to learn, but it is also very important.<br/><br/>"You are naturally a very good kitty.  Naturally good."  Gerlinde concluded.  And this was the message she wanted to reinforce.  She was not looking to be either kind or cruel to Lisle kitty, Gerlinde reflected - she was enjoying both in the process.  The thought of what she would do to Lisle puss next, by the bathroom door, sent her spine panting in excitement.  No, at the core of her pleasure was the notion that Lisle pussy was not just a wet slit or a dull, bent back; she was a natural kitty, in her essence a pleasing pet.  Lisle pussy had to believe that.<br/><br/>Gerlinde was beginning to believe it herself.<br/><br/>"Now, it is good to learn that when you are complimented, you should demonstrate a sensual show of affection in return.  Do this now, and then I will take you to my bathroom and clean you."