Grooming Kitty: A BDSM Romance (15 page)

"I just might take you up on that."

Katherine blanched, wondering if her master would expect such behavior from her some day. Did he pass Tara around like some kind of party favor, she wondered. She couldn't imagine him being so cavalier with his wife, the mother of his children, but she really didn't know.
Maybe that’s what I’m for
, Katherine thought. There was so much she still didn't know about this lifestyle. Maybe he was more protective of his wife and that's why he wanted her, to share around. Katherine didn’t know if she could do such a thing, even for her master. Yes, she’d agreed in abstract, but the sudden realization that she might actually have to get on her knees and suck off someone like Theodore made her dizzy. Katherine would rather take her punishment. But did she really know what she would do? She never thought she would have willingly done half the things she had done for her master.

"I doubt you'll have time with this lovely. Who is she, chap?"

"Her name is Kitty. She was working for us and I could just see her potential."

"Yes, I can see it too. This one is quite willing, isn't she?" Theodore held her chin with a hot hand and turned her head from side to side to examine her. She felt like a piece of meat, but kept her silence. It was all about her master, she reminded herself. "Is she even legal?" He did not seem to care if she wasn't.

"Yes, but only by a couple years. She is still early in her training, but she's come along nicely. Kitty, take down the top of your dress."

Katherine stood there dumbly, like she hadn’t heard Master’s order. Being topless in a room full of people was unfathomable. Her dress may have been tiny, but at least it covered the important parts. She recalled the day of the hike and how she’d been exposed to those perverts watching from the woods. It made her feel dirty in a way that none of this other activity seemed to. But feeling dirty had also felt so hot. It was the hottest thing ever. But she didn’t have the nerve to do it without being forced.

“Kitty,” Master said sternly. The warning tone in his voice was clear.

“No reason to be shy, dear. We’re all friends,” Theodore said. His leering was like a physical weight on Katherine. He wanted nothing more than to see her tits. She did not want this dirty old man looking at her that way. “Janice, show Kitty how it’s done.”

The blonde slave did not have a dress like Katherine’s that could be partially removed to expose just part of her body, so she peeled the white gown from her body and stepped out of it, smiling like she was proud to be on display. Katherine had guessed right—Janice wore nothing under the skintight dress. She also did not have a single hair on her body. The globes of her breasts gave way to the flat plain of her stomach and the pretty, smooth V of her sex. Katherine couldn’t help herself—she stared at the beautiful blonde.

“See, dear, there’s nothing to be afraid of. We all just want to bask in your beauty,” Theodore said.

Master gave her a hard smack on the ass, just enough to let her know no further delay would be tolerated. Katherine snapped out of her fog and reached back to unhook the halter behind her neck.

“Perhaps she just needs a little assistance. Do you mind, Patrick?” Theodore asked, gesturing to his own slave.

Patrick smiled. “That’s an excellent idea.”

“Janice,” Theodore said.

The blonde moved behind Katherine, who jumped when she felt the slender fingers touch her. Janice’s nails trailed along her shoulders, giving Katherine chills—the good kind. Those big, fake tits pressed into Katherine’s bare back when the girl opened the hooks at the back of her neck. Janice drew the fabric down over Katherine’s breasts, like she was unveiling the girl.

The audience had grown beyond just their masters. Several other men had come over, a couple trailing pretty women on the ends of leashes. It was obvious there was going to be some kind of show. Katherine closed her eyes and tried to pretend no one was there. It had been weird enough when Tara first touched her, and Katherine had had time to get used to her master’s wife. Now she was letting a complete stranger touch her intimately, and do it in front of a bunch of strange men. Katherine had come a long way in a short time. Instead of covering up and running away she stood her ground and hoped Master was proud of her bravery.

Janice brushed fingertips over Katherine’s nipples as the dress dropped to her waist. She cupped Katherine’s tits, plucking at them with her fingernails. Katherine gasped, unable to resist the sudden rush of pleasure. She had to admit it—she really liked the way other women touched her. No one could ever pleasure her like Master, but she really liked when another woman touched her. She pressed backward, rubbing her bare skin against Janice’s own hard nipples.

Katherine’s eyes fluttered open. Half a dozen men were gathered closely, eagerly anticipating what was going to happen next. As she realized they were only going to watch, her fear dissipated. These men would never disrespect her master by overstepping bounds. That protection made Katherine want to please Master even more. The men stared at her the way some of the fathers she sat for did, except they had to steal their glances. These men were able to openly ogle her and they wore their lust openly on their faces. Katherine liked that they wanted her, but couldn’t have her. She wanted to tease them even more.

Janice stepped into Katherine’s arms when the brunette turned. Katherine made sure the men watching had a good view when she kissed Janice. The blonde slave wasn’t quite the kisser Tara was, but it was still hot to be making out with another girl while a bunch of men watched with hard cocks in their pants. Katherine closed her eyes and kneaded Janice’s round ass while they kissed. She burned with pride at the grunts of approval from the men. The girls only stopped kissing when Theodore snapped, drawing his slave back to his side.

"May I?" Theodore asked and Master nodded. With permission granted, the older man pawed Katherine, roughly kneading her naked tits and teasing her nipples until she couldn’t control her moans. The men still watched, maybe hoping they would be given turns too. Katherine was still proud, and part of her wanted to smack his hand away, but his casual treatment of her body took her breath away. This was what it truly meant to be submissive. "I can still see defiance in her eyes. You're going to enjoy breaking her." He squeezed a breast again and added, "Ahh, the firmness of youth. There really is nothing quite like it, eh?"

"Yes, I do find her breathtaking. When she has fully completed her training I may put her on show some evening. Kitty, cover yourself."

Katherine pulled the top of her dress back in place and hooked it. As she smoothed the fabric in place over her breasts, the other men drifted away. She was almost sorry to see them go.

"And how does our dear Tara feel about this one?" Theodore eyed her lasciviously.

"She's been after me for years to take someone else on so we could have some real fun. I was just waiting for the right girl." That made Katherine glow.

He finally led her away from the bar and down a hallway off the left of the lounge. Heavy doors lined the hallway, all with observation slits at eye level and with small speakers mounted beside them. Light slitted through some of the openings, while others were closed. Her master stopped at one of the doors and looked through the slit before turning the handle and pushing it open.

"In you go, Kitty. Once you're done here you'll be brought to me."

"Yes, sir," Katherine said uncertainly. She wanted to beg him not to leave her. The last thing she wanted was to be left on her own in this place. Was this the part where some group of strange men would take advantage of her?

Katherine stepped through the door and he closed it tightly behind her. The door slammed with a muffled sound that implied the room was soundproofed. It was almost blindingly bright and at first all she could make out were some dark objects and a black clad figure—who turned out to be Tara. She let out a sigh of relief. Katherine hoped the older woman not allow her to be exploited.

"Kitty, how good to see you. I hope you're not too overwhelmed so far."

"I had no idea there were places like this. I don't even know where to begin."

"You'll begin by holding out your wrists, dear. It is time for you to be primed for our master. Tonight you will be mine as you are his. You are the lowest of the low."

"Yes, Mistress, of course," Katherine said, lowering her eyes.
Mistress
just rolled off her tongue, even though she’d never used the term before. Tara had been more of a confederate to this point, or so she thought. Katherine now realized that Tara had been controlling her as much as her master ever had.

Tara was in shiny black patent leather from head to toe. The outfit was impossibly tight and looked uncomfortable, but the blonde moved easily enough in it. It looked to be one piece, even the spike-heeled boots she towered in. There were cut outs for her breasts and pussy, leaving them exposed, otherwise she was covered to the neck. After Tara snapped the soft leather cuffs around Katherine's wrists, she turned and the girl saw a long zipper in the back from Tara's ass to her neck. The outfit made her look like some sort of evil totem, not the suburban soccer mom she presented to the outside world.

While Tara was busy at a table on the other side of the small room, Katherine finally had time to take in her surroundings. The walls were covered with some kind of white, satiny tiles and the floor was a thick pile, white carpet. There was a black table against the far wall, where Tara was busy, and some weird, hump-shaped object in the middle of the room with a chain dangling above it. A cord with a control box snaked away from it and Katherine could only guess what it was for, but what really made her go cold was the video camera mounted on the wall. Anyone could be watching, or they could be recording and she could end up on the Internet. Katherine wanted to bolt from the room.

"Come here, Kitty," Tara ordered, turning away from the table. As she did, she pulled on a mask that matched the rest of her outfit. Tara's blonde hair flowed out of the back in a ponytail and her face was uncovered beneath the nose and around the mouth, otherwise her identity was completely obscured. She looked like a villainess straight out of a comic book. Her sinister appearance overwhelmed Katherine and instead of fleeing she just walked to the woman. Her impulse to obey had truly become strong.

Tara slid the chain back, away from the device beneath it and ordered Katherine to raise her arms. Even though she knew what was coming, she did as she was told and the cold fear in her stomach was as big a turn on as anything she'd felt before. When Katherine's cuffs were clipped to the chain above her head, Tara pulled it taut so Katherine had no wiggle room. Katherine tested her restraints, even putting her full weight against the chain and she swung on it like a pocket watch. Master had only restrained her this way twice before and the helplessness of being on display frightened her as much as it aroused her.

"Mmm, I can tell you're ready to have some fun. Has our master been teasing you all night, Kitty?"

"Yes, Mistress. God, but I'm horny."

"We'll take care of that soon enough."

Leaving her, Tara took a small, black, rubbery object and affixed it to a pin on top of the machine in the middle of the room. It was a long hump, with an inch high protrusion on top and little nubs in the front. Katherine was dying to know what it was used for and if it was going to hurt. Looking more closely, Katherine also saw there were shackles mounted to the floor beside the machine. It didn't look like any sex toy she had ever heard of, not that her experience was very extensive. Tara returned to the table for one more item, a long, black, riding crop, which she swatted across Katherine's ass.

"Move forward. That's it, step over the Sybian."

Katherine awkwardly straddled the machine as she moved forward. Spreading her legs so wide caused her dress to ride up, and with her arms suspended above her head she had no way to fix it. Tara went to the winch on the wall and gave her enough slack so that she could lower herself onto the machine. Katherine looked down dubiously, but fearing another crack from the riding crop she lowered herself over the attachment Tara put on the machine. Tara winched back the chain until Katherine's arms were pulled taut again. Katherine could already feel her hands going numb.

"Forward!" Tara ordered, swatting Katherine again with the riding crop. The girl winced, glad it wasn't her naked ass on the receiving end of the blow.

Tara came around in front of her and with hands on her hips moved Katherine until the thick lump on top of the Sybian spread her lips open. It did not really penetrate far, but it opened her up, filling the entrance to her cunt. She was so wet it also seemed to make a seal with her pussy. If she moved at all, the contact sent chills up Katherine's spine. Tara knelt and affixed the cuffs on the floor around Katherine's ankles, locking her in place. Katherine could stand up, but she could not really escape.

"Would you like to come, Kitty?" Tara asked sternly.

"Yes, Mistress. I've need to come for so long now." Katherine said the words easily now. Any embarrassment she'd had at being sexual in the past was long gone. She was ready to say just about anything Tara wanted to hear if it meant she got to climax. And she sensed this machine was designed to bring her to orgasm. She just had no idea how it worked.

"Then we shall begin," Tara replied, smiling in her mask. It seemed to Katherine she was addressing the camera when she spoke that time. Were there microphones in the room as well to pick up her moans, Katherine wondered.