The Pleasures of Pussycat Park: Opening Act
The day of the performance has arrived, Mistress helps work out the jitters.
??? Am I Wolf? Am I Vixen? Fuck, I have a real name too. Max. Is it my real name? That didn’t feel correct either. They hung off me like clothes that were tailored for someone else. I was having recurring dreams of Pussycat Park. Earlier in the week, I only woke up anxious with a vague sense of what I had been dreaming. But it kept getting clearer, and last night it was incredibly vivid. It started on the bus, the one I t...
