Becoming Kitty
Page 5
I mean, you know how when someone catches you red-handed, and you're just so very, very guilty there's no point in even trying to protest or argue? That was how I felt. I still had dildos sticking out of my pussy and ass! How could I be indignant when she called me a slut!?
And then there was also the fact my bottom was still very, very warm! I way preferred them giving me an orgasm to strapping my bottom! Not that I thought of it that way, exactly. It wasn't like I was thinking straight. I was as flustered, dazed, and embarrassed, as overwhelmed by it all as I'd ever been in my life!
“Remember, slut,” Kathleen said, pressing the crop up under one of my breasts, “Any disobedience will get you a strapping or worse. When you're given an order I expect you to obey it instantly. Is that clear?”
I nodded my head shakily.
“When I let you down, you are going to get down on your hands and knees. Understand?”
I nodded anxiously.
“Remember,” she said to Erin, “You have to speak to them firmly.”
She went behind me and unsnapped something, then opened the top of the frame. I groaned as I was able to pull my legs out of the round holes and ease the tension on my spine and arms and shoulders! Then she reached up and unclipped the leather restraints, letting my arms drop.
I almost fell on my fact, never mind hands and knees. Erin had to grip my arm to support me as I stumbled forward away from the frame, groaning with relief as I was able to finally move my legs and bend my arms!
I didn't hesitate to sink to my knees, groaning again at bending my legs finally! I felt such a sense of physical relief! I dropped forward onto my hands, groaning deeply.
“I want your chin on the floor, and arms out to your sides, slut,” Kathleen ordered.
I lowered myself further, groaning in relief as my back bent further. It felt so good to bend my back! I bent way over, wincing again as my throbbing nipples pressed against the carpeted floor.
Crack!
I gasped at the stinging blow across my backside! Kathleen had one of those crop things, and it stung!
“Raise that bottom high, slut,” she ordered, and draw your belly in tight! I want a sharp arch to that back.”
To emphasize her point she moved forward and put her foot down between my shoulder blades! I gasped and winced, for she was wearing high heels! Then she slapped the crop lightly against my sex.
“Pull your hips forward, slut. Forward! I want that lovely ass of yours high in the air!”
I struggled to wiggle myself forward, or at least, my hips, for she was pressing down firmly on my back to keep my chest where it was!
Crack! The crop cut across my buttocks again!
“Arms straight out to your sides!” she barked.
I moaned and thrust my arms out to either side.
“Good, now spread your knees to the sides.”
She thrust the crop between my thighs and began to slap it back and forth between them as I shifted my knees wider and wider apart until she was satisfied.
“Do you see how she's positioned, Erin?”
“Yes, mother.”
“It's a submissive position which is basically that of a slut waiting to be mounted and ridden hard.
“Yes, I see,” Erin said, nodding earnestly.
“And there is both a psychological and instinctive aspect of such a mounting, for it demonstrates to her that she is a sexual object to be taken and used by a powerful man, that she is a submissive and obedient sexual animal for her master.”
Erin nodded.
“Go and get the vibrawand.”
Chapter Five
The position I was in was explicitly sexual, and I recognize that even if she hadn't been pointing that out to Erin. I might not have thought of it in quite the same way, but nothing which she was saying sounded out of line. I mean, if a guy was there I was positioned so he could take me from behind and fuck me as hard as he wanted, and with my arms out as they were, it was clear I was not taking an active part in it, just that I was being fucked.
And yet, though her words made me uncomfortable, and a bit indignant, they also turned me on for some weird reason. I was obscenely displayed to them, and I was now starting to come to the understanding that Kathleen liked girls, or at least, that she had a sexual use for them.
And then Erin brought over the 'vibrawand'. I turned my head a bit to see that it was like a sort of a big plastic microphone. I mean, it had a handle part, and then the sort of rounded part on top, and it trailed a long cord behind.
Crack!
I gasped at the blow to my bottom.
“Face forward, slut!”
I jerked my face forward, moaning, then heard the soft buzzing of the wand.
“... this is low, this is medium, and this is high,” Kathleen was saying. “This one gives a more pulsating rhythm. I would work them upward, and use that to make her come.”
I felt my pulse starting to race at the words and sound, and despite my embarrassment and sense of, well, being so degraded at being positioned like this naked before them, I felt a sudden tingling heat between my legs.
Then she pressed the vibrator against my clitoris and my hips flinched and jerked as I gasped in surprise.
“Softly, at first,” I heard Kathleen say.
I moaned as the pressure within me began to grow. Erin rubbed the vibrator from side to side, then back and forth, turning up the pressure so that I began to breath in sharp, ragged gasps! My insides thrummed with growing intensity, and I my heart was pounding as the sexual electricity grew to unbearable levels!
She turned off the vibrator, then, and I felt fingers at the dildo in my pussy. I groaned as it was pulled backward, as the swollen part which was nestled just inside the taught lips of my sex put pressure on them to stretch wider, then slid slowly out of my body.
I felt empty... vacant! But not for long. Within seconds I felt a pressure against my opening, felt myself being stretched wide, once again, very wide. I groaned helplessly as something slid into me, something with a soft texture, but firm and round and … and thick!
It was as thick around as the bulge in the other dildo had been, and it pushed deeper and deeper into my belly as I knelt there, moaning, and feeling myself being filled up!
I twisted my head up and around only to see Erin kneeling behind me. She was still fully dressed, as she had been when she came in, in jeans and a t-shirt. But she had this... thing strapped to her lower body, a thick strap-on dildo!
Kathleen shifted her foot from between my shoulder blades to my head and pressed down sharply enough to make me cry out.
“Face forward, slut!' she ordered.
Oh God!
Erin was starting to pump the dildo slowly in and out, working it deeper with every stroke, and the thick dildo was stretching out the tight, elastic walls of my sex like a baseball bat being slid into a stocking!
And it was thick! I groaned and gasped, aching at the thick penetration! I'd never had something that big inside me before! I whimpered and moaned and wriggled a bit, being slapped on the bottom several times for my trouble!
“You're going to take every inch inside that slut body of yours,” Kathleen growled. “And you're going to love it. It might hurt a little, at first, but you're a blonde, and you can take any size cock and still fall in love with it.”
Kathleen knelt beside me and gripped my left wrist, then lifted it up and back across the small of my back.
“Give me your other hand, slut.”
I groaned and obeyed, and a moment later she had clipped the restraints together again, locking my hands behind my back.
“I want her to fully realize how helpless she is,” Kathleen said, standing.
Erin was still pumping the dildo inside me, pushing it deeper and deeper.
It didn't exactly hurt. I mean, it ached a lot. It was uncomfortable. But I wouldn't say it hurt exactly. And despite the aching I was starting to feel a wild little thrill of dark heat as she fucked me.
She ground her hips against me, and that made the big dildo twist and turn around inside my abdomen! I was grinding my hips helplessly, as well, and when she started to pump again the dildo moved a bit easier as her hips drove it in and out.
“Long, deep strokes, Erin. Now grip her hair. We want her to know she's being dominated,” Kathleen said.
I shuddered and moaned and gasped as the dildo thrust into me and the vibrator ground against my clitoris. I cried out as I felt my hair gathered together, then yanked up and back! It hurt, and there wasn't anything I could do about it! Erin had hold of my hair and was tugging on it as she thrust into me with the strap-on!
I heard Kathleen saying something else, low, I guess so I wouldn't hear. Erin slapped my bottom several times as she pounded the dildo into me with growing force.
“Bad girl,” she said. “Bad girl!”
I shuddered as I was skewered by the big, long dildo, as her hips began to slap more and more powerfully against my buttocks. Then she released my hair, and instead shifted her left leg far forward. I gasped as I felt the bottom of her shoe pressing firmly against my head. The force made my head turn sideways, and then her foot was on the side of my face, pressing my other cheek into the carpet as she drove her hips into me!
At least she was wearing sneakers instead of high heels!
“Bad girl,” she said, slapping my bottom. “You know this is exactly what you deserve.”
The muscles in my hips were pulsing, making my bottom spasm and jerk against the hard thrusting and the buzzing vibrator! I whimpered and moaned breathlessly, gasping and grunting and moaning as she ground my face into the carpet and drove the thick dildo into me with hard, deep thrusts!
“This is what you were made for, you filthy slut,” Kathleen said, “To be used like a bitch in heat!”
I could not argue, of course. I could only gurgle and gasp and moan as Erin pounded that dildo into me with hard, deep, aching strokes that inflamed my mind! The buzzing vibrator was driving me insane as my breasts were ground into the carpet and my insides ached and burned!
I came again, and my hips began to spasm uncontrollably as I cried out in release, sobbing and moaning and gurgling as my body shook violently. Erin continued to pound the dildo into me, riding me with hard, even brutal strokes that sent the head of the dildo punching me in the deepest pit of my belly again and again and again!
*
She drew out slowly, and pulled her foot off my face, leaving me gasping for breath and moaning dazedly, even more exhausted and drained than I had already been!
Kathleen was giving Erin instructions as I knelt there.
“... to remember that she's like any other animal you're trying to train. That means you have to be very obvious about rules and punishment. She's been told not to speak. Every word she utters gets a single blow from the crop, and instantly, do you understand?”
“Yes, mother.”
“Bathe her and feed her. Remember, she's your pet now and should be treated like one. And change her name.”
“Her name?”
“Yes, it will help in her adopting to her new role. Give her a new name.”
“What about slut?”
“That's a description not a name. Would you call a dog Dog?”
Erin giggled. “I guess not.”
“Give her a name appropriate to her breed, which is the blonde bimbo.”
“You mean like Bambi or Trix or Tawnyi?”
“Yes.”
“Ooo, how about Kitty? She's a sex kitten, after all!”
“That would seem appropriate.”
Erin knelt next to me and then gripped a thick fistful of hair behind my neck. I gasped as she jerked it up and back, raising my head as she leaned over.
“Your name is Kitty from now on. Understand? Kitty.”
She unclipped the wrist restraints from each other, and I yelped as she stood, forcing me up onto all fours before releasing my hair, then Kathleen snapped a chain to the back of the collar, and Erin started forward, tugging on the chain – as if it were a leash! I stumbled forward, gasping, my nipples aching as the weighted balls swung from them.
Erin led me out of the room and up the narrow hall, then into the room with the shower. The shower was in the corner of the room, and open to the room, with only a tiled wall facing the shower-head, and the side open. It was a large shower, easily big enough for several people, but Erin first led me to the toilet.
“Do you need to pee?” she asked.
I blushed and nodded.
“You were stuck there for some time. I'm not surprised,” she said.
She let me sit on the toilet, but then folded her arms.
“Nope. I'm staying here.”
I flushed hotly, and thought of trying to do something like... like what? Push her away? The bathroom had no door on it! And her bitch mother was outside and would really tan my ass if I tried to beat up her daughter!
It was embarrassing, but I had to empty my bladder as she watched. What I had not yet realized was just how little privacy I was going to get after this, which is to say, none whatsoever.
“Now chin against the floor and bottom in the air, like before,” she ordered.
I groaned but obeyed, and I felt her pulling the dildo slowly out of my ass. I was glad to feel it go, but she stood up, turned on the water, and then when she knelt down again she slid something else into me. It was narrower, but had a fat round plug part.
And then water began to flow into me!
I gasped and jerked up but that got a sharp, stinging slap to my bottom, and then her hand gripping my hair and forcing my face down again!
“Do not change your position once you've been put into it!” she said sternly. “You were given an order, bad girl!”
Crack!
She slapped my bottom again and I gasped.
The water poured into me as I knelt there, flustered and confused and moaning into the gag. It was bad enough she'd watched me pee but now... now it was to get worse! For she was giving me a fucking enema!
Her fingers slid between my thighs and began to massage my clitoris, though, and I moaned helplessly. Her thumb pushed into my sex, and then she sort of massaged my clitoris between her thumb and fingers! It was discomforting how fast the dark heat began to rise within me!
She made me sit on the toilet and expel the water, then made me reposition myself and slid the tube into me a second time. This time I had to wait in position while my abdomen began to swell and ache fiercely. She massaged my clitoris again, though, and the ache had a strange impact on the sensitivity of my sex, making me shudder with rising heat!
After I'd expelled the contents a second time she led me, crawling, into the shower,, then tugged on my hair to force me up and back onto my heels.
“Sit on your heels, Kitty,” she ordered.
Still more than a little dazed, sore, exhausted, and shell-shocked from the intensity of the emotions and sensations I had been subjected to, I obeyed, panting.
“Now I'm going to clean you up. Spread your knees wide, and put your hands up and back behind your head.”
I was confused, but she jerked back on my hair and kicked my legs apart, and I gasped, then raised my hands up and back behind me, arching my back.
She had a hand shower, and turned it on. Warm water poured over me and I blinked my eyes rapidly as she sprayed the water all over my body, then combed her fingers through my hair as she brought the hand shower in close to my head.
She turned off the water and picked up a bottle of liquid soap, then pumped it into one hand and squatted beside me, laying the hand against my belly, then sliding it up across my breasts. My nipples were hot and th
robbing as her hand passed over my breasts, making them ache.
Her hand rubbed smoothly, sliding down, water and soap trickling down my torso at the same time. Then her hand was between my legs, carefully stroking along my sex, then over my thighs and hips.
“A dirty little girl like you needs to be cleaned a lot,” she said in a low cooing voice.
Since she was almost a head shorter than me I thought her attitude was a little odd, but I was still kind of dazed. My nipples began to tingle, still incredibly sensitive from the clips and suction cups! Well, they were tingling like mad as her hands, both of them now, slid up onto my breasts.
“You have such large, full breasts,” she said admiringly, kneading the soft flesh. “And mother says your nipples are sensitive.”
I moaned helplessly as she rolled my sore nipples between her thumbs and forefingers.
Her hands skimmed downward again, soaping up my inner thighs, sliding along my sex and across my clitoris, then they moved around behind me, soaping up my back, and sliding downward to where my bottom still clung tightly to the other dildo.
“Rise up on your knees, Kitty,” she ordered, tugging on my hair.
I rose with a gasp, blinking rapidly, and her hands slid over my buttocks, then down against my back opening.
“Dirty girl,” she said. “Mother says sluts like you need to have cocks in every one of your holes to keep you happy.”
I was starting to get a little less dazed, and starting to feel my mind kind of waking up, despite my exhaustion. That meant I was also starting to get indignant at the way she and her bitch mother were acting as if I was some sort of inferior species.
But it was still kind of hard to get too indignant about it. I mean, she had a point, given I was caught with a big dildo jammed up my ass – which I had done myself!
“Head right back, Kitty,” she said, pulling on my hair so that my head was tilted way far back.
She picked up a shampoo bottle and used that, shampooing my hair, her fingers sliding through the long, thick blonde tresses. My back was starting to ache from the sharp arch, but she was almost done.