A few hours later, as Jon and his concubines lay sprawled on their bed, basking in the afterglow of their sexual exploits, there was a nock at the door. It was Jon's mom. "Dinner's starting soon," she said. "Get your catgirls dressed and come on down."
Jon, Karyn and Sarah dressed, the catgirls wearing tight, revealing clothing. Jon noticed that the skirts they were wearing were modified to accomodate their tails. They even wore collars with tags telling their names and were they lived. When they got down to the kitchen, Jon noticed that there was a second table in it and that it was set with dishes also. Jon was confuses until he saw a catgirl helping his mom with dishes and another cuddling with his brother Matt on the living room couch. As they sat down for dinner, Jon and his family sat at one table and the catgirls at the other. The catgirls began to talk amongst themselves, giggling and whispering, occasionally stealing glances at their owners.
Zoe asked, "Why can't I get a catgirl? Jon has two. I'd be a responsible mistress."
"You can get a catgirl when you're sixteen, like Jon and Matt," said mom. "And Jon has two because he used his own money to purchase Karyn."
"But that's more than a year away," begged Zoe. "Some of my friends at school already have one. And its not like my friends can share their catgirls. You know they won't have sex with anyone but their owners."
"You know the rules, Zoe," said their mom. "I'll get you a concubine when you turn sixteen. I want to make it a reward. And you know that catgirls aren't just for sex. They're servants and companions, someone you trust with your secrets, someone you have a deep emotional bond with."
"All right," Zoe grumbled, not convinced. The catgirls, largely oblivious to what was going on at their owner's table, continued to chatter. While catgirls might not have sex with humans other than their owner, that did not stop them from being fairly intimate amongst themselves. There had been hand holding, kissing, hugging and even the surreptitious breast squeeze or hand run over another's butt. The separate tables may have been as much for allowing catgirls quality time with other catgirls, allowing them to spend time with friends within the catgirl community rather than simply with their owners. Jon wondered if that meant that catgirls could have human friends without violating the owner/concubine bond or if emotional bonds were limited in that regard.
