Family Secrets: Part 21: Hazy Shade of Winter
Part 21: Hazy Shade of Winter
The cold wind swirled outside the open window as the Witching Hour approached. And the snow accumulated on the windowsill. Insulating the bedroom. And its occupants. Three women sound asleep under a warm duvet. They all dreamed their cat dreams. Especially the one in the middle…
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Chan, wearing her sailor’s outfit, was on the sailboat with her instructor. But in the dream, her instructor looked like the mysterious young woman that invaded, no, was invited into her house tonight. Or did she sneak in through a window? Chan tries to find the answer among the drifting waters…
Crack!
Her eyes shift to her instructor… wearing a catsuit! And her (very long) tail is a whip!
Crack!
“Take your clothes off, my little pet,” her instructor meows.
Chan removes her white sailor hat with a dark blue trim that ends in a cute bow in the back. Then she struggles with her white and blue nautical sailor dress. First, she tries to remove the large red bow tie and realizes it is sewn on. Then she tries to slip the dress off her shoulders.
Crack!
“You’ve done this many times for me! Don’t play stupid! Turn around!”
Chan does a pirouette in her bare feet.
The Catwoman (her instructor) walks up behind her.
Zippppp!!!!
And roughly pulls down the sailor dress. Chan dutifully steps out of it and turns around with her hands covering her sex. Waiting for… inspection?
The instructor looks her up and down with a sneer, “Good! Now unmoor this vessel!”
Chan runs over to the dock lines and loosens them, setting their sailboat free.
She turns around and smiles looking for approval.
“Um, are we forgetting something?” Catwoman muses.
Chan sweats in her dream. Or is it the body heat of the two girls she lies between? And the heavy quilted duvet that covers them? And she forgot to turn down the thermostat! It must be over 30 (90 F) degrees Celsius!! Wait, this is her dream. The blue sky has a few fluffy clouds. The sun burns down on the little sailboat. Sweat trickles between her small pert breasts. Her hands slide over her sticky tummy and bare kitty. Well, she is only a teenager in this dream, meow. She frantically searches her brain for the answer keeping her eyes on her instructor.
Her instructor in her skin-tight catsuit. Revealing. Ass cheeks you want to squeeze. Tits that stick way out that you want to smoother your face in. Whiskers. Pointy Ears. And that rigid tail.
Crack!
“Oh, the… the… sails!” and runs over to the mast.
She unfurls the mainsail and attaches it to the boom. Then she grasps the headsail attached to the mast and unrolls it. Then she locates the halyards and pulls the sails up the mast.
Chan pivots in her naked body for more approval.
“Very good. And what controls the…”
“The main sail is controlled by the Halyard and Cunningham, the boom vang, and the outhaul. The headsail…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s set sail!”
Chan works the rigging as the boat moves away from the dock. The sails fill with air and Chan moves the boom to keep the boat moving further into the middle of the river and the lets the air current take them downstream and a slower pace.
“You’ve done well, my pet. Now get your reward.”
Chan swivels to see her instructor sitting on the edge with her legs spread wide. Her catsuit has a convenient opening displaying a thick growth of fur. Acting like an animal herself, Chan crawls across the deck and stops between the Catwoman’s legs. She feels the tail wrap around her neck and draw her closer till her nose and lips are hidden in the dark forest.
She has never done this before! She is only a young teenager.
The tail tightens around her neck, “Use your tongue, my pretty young thing!”
Chan obeys.
Her wet tongue moves between the dense tangles of pubic hair and finds something soft and moist. She ventures further in this jungle as the sailboat ventures further down the wide river.
Minutes (or perhaps hours) later, the tail loosens and Catwoman meows.
“Ahhhhhhh… such a splendid way to have an orgasm! Out on the beautiful Seine, in broad daylight!”
The Seine?? Isn’t the Paris Olympics taking place right now!!
Chan stands up and looks around, “Oh, no! All these people on the river banks!!!” she covers her small breasts.
Catwoman rises to stand beside her, “Don’t be frightened my little pet. They are here for the top athletes of the world. But you have given them a side dish of pure delight!” she purrs.
Catwoman gently lowers her student’s arms.
Chan begins to accept these strangers, standing, peering, cheering from the river banks, and senses her body reacting with increasing excitement.
“Do you feel it?”
Chan turns and looks up to her instructor, “Yes,” she whispers above the crowd noise.
Catwoman leans down and kisses her, “I knew you secretly wanted to put your body on display for public viewing. You do have a beautiful body.”
Chan began to showoff doing pirouettes and small leaps into the air. Catwoman clapped and laughed. Then she stood with her feet wide apart and arms raised above her head. Bending at the waist, she touched her right hand to her left toes and straightened up and then bent over and touched her left hand to her right toes, repeating this many times.
Catwoman cheered.
Chan sweated.
She was thankful her hair was cut short when she was a young girl. But she did wish she had fur between her legs like… Catwoman, meow!
“Very good, Chan! Now I want you to try a yoga pose called Urdhva Dhanurasana.”
Chan followed her instructions and started by lying on her back. The deck was hot and she complained.
Crack!
Catwoman’s tail smacked beside her body, “Stop crying and listen!”
The next step had Chan bend her knees and bringing the soles of her feet up close to her butt. Then she was told to bend her elbows and reach over her head and place her palms on the deck. And now she was told to push herself up using her hands and feet to lift her shoulders and hips off the hot deck.
When she lifted her head off the deck, she stared back over the far side of the sailboat. Quiet. Peaceful. Soft winds playing over her naked body.
And then…
She tumbled down. Exhausted.
Crack!
“We need to strengthen those muscles! Again!!”
And Chan calmed herself as the crowd noise urged her on.
She resumed the pose. Peace. And. Tranquility.
And then…
She tumbled down. Breathing.
Crack!!
“Again!!!”
Chan tried three (um, maybe five or six) more times until she found her inner strength.
Her wheel pose was perfect. Arching her back. Only her hands and feet supporting her naked, sweaty body. She found a good breathing rhythm.
And Catwoman found her strapon.
She stood between her student’s legs and it easily slipped inside with all the natural lubrication.
“Ohhh!!!” Chan gasped with surprise and then moaned with pleasure.
“Good girl!” Catwoman praised, her hands pushing up on the kidneys for support.
Chan instinctively moved her narrow hips to match her instructor’s deep thrusts. A superb transformation of two beautiful females into one. Unity.
She wanted to lift her head to see her Catwoman. In her revealing catsuit. Fucking her young teen body. But the effort was too great. And the (orgasmic) horizon was approaching fast. It was so close.
When…
She felt a draft of (very) cold air.
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Chan opens her eyes.
The warm thick duvet was covering only her legs. She reacts to pull it up over her chest and discovers her wrists are bound. And. Her ankles too!
The cold wind begins to clear her mind. Ah! Those two coeds. In cahoots!!
She looks around her bedroom. Hmm, and where are they??
Right when she decided to shout her student’s name, Gabriella, her phone alarm begins playing music. On the weekends, she sleeps in and sets it for 9 am, and it plays loudly over the wireless speakers in her bedroom. Surely her student and her uninvited guest will hear the music. She can’t reach her phone to turn the alarm off. It plays nonstop.
About 15 minutes later, the uninvited guest arrives carrying a tray. And a smile. She is wearing a silk kimono, the blue one with pink blossoms and cranes, and wooden sandals on her feet. All “borrowed” from Chan’s closet, of course.
The young woman stops in the middle of the room, “Who is this singer?”
“Anne Sila, a popular French artist. She’s singing Le Chanteur,” Chan answers with a yawn.
“I brought you some breakfast!” the uninvited guest, who was her Mistress last night, takes a few more steps over the hardwood floor, the wooden sandals make a clunk-clunk sound.
When she reaches the bed, her dark brown eyes remain fixed on her captive, her arms rigid as she holds the tray steady and slips out of the sandals.
“You look lovely in my silk kimono and I like how you braided your hair.”
“Thank you,” and the young woman shakes her head setting the two long braids in motion for a brief moment before placing the tray on the bed, “Sit up.”
Chan struggles to sit up and the young woman helps her, putting a pillow behind her back.
Then she sits down on the bed next to her and offers her a slice of toast which Chan takes a bite, and another, tasting the plum jam and melted butter as she chews and swallows.
The young woman places the remainder of the toast back on the plate and begins rubbing her feet.
“Ah, the Geta… the wooden sandals can be uncomfortable to those not accustomed to them,” Chan explains.
“Yes, they are. Maybe you can teach me how to properly walk in them.”
Before Chan can answer, a teacup is pressed against her lips, and she sips while the young woman drinks from her own cup. Chan knew the tea well it was a green leaf variety called Sencha.
“Brie and myself, we prefer coffee in the morning, but you didn’t have any.”
Another sip.
“You haven’t told me your name, Mistress. May I ask, what is your name?”
Brie heard the conversation as she entered the room, “It’s K-eye…”
“…Catwoman!” Kylie finished with a flourish.
Chan only smiles and waits for another bite of toast.
Brie had arrived in a red floral sarong tied at her side. She wasn’t wearing anything on her feet, nor any top, for that matter. And Chan couldn’t resist staring at those heavy breasts, swaying with each step.
She also carried a tray with what looked like a stack of pancakes, a bottle of maple syrup, some butter, prune juice (in a very large glass), and her own slice of toast, loaded with plum jam, plied on thicker than the bread!!
Brie was oblivious to her professor’s stare as she sat on the ottoman and licked butter and jam off her fingers and crossed her legs. Chan noticed a gold ankle bracelet. She moved her feet under the duvet and concluded her bracelet was missing.
“Is that mine?” Chan asked her captor.
Brie was singing to the music still playing, practicing her French, and moving her foot to the rhythm, making the bracelet shine.
“Are you referring to what my girlfriend has around her ankle?” Catwoman purred.
“Yes!”
Brie continued eating her large breakfast and singing along with the French pop songs.
“Is it sentimental? Or, perhaps… expensive?” Catwoman inquired as she fed Chan some more toast and tea.
Chan swallowed her food but didn’t answer.
“You do know, Professor Zhou, everything we are wearing is yours. Even the panties under this kimono. Imported from Italy. What were they…?”
“La Perla!” Brie shouts.
And they all laugh.
More songs. More singing. More eating.
Catwoman finishes her toast and tea and sets the tray on the floor. She moves closer to Chan, leaning into her face, studying her dark eyes, their lips almost touching. Then Chan feels a fingertip move across the corner of her mouth.
“You had some plum jam on your face,” and Catwoman licks her finger.
Brie continues eating her pancakes, pouring another glop of syrup on them.
“May I make a request, Mistress?”
“You may.”
“My wrists and ankles are almost numb, could you…”
“Oh, sorry. Yes, let me free you.”
And her mistress removed the hemp rope. Chan gently massaged her red wrists and pushed the duvet off to rub her sore ankles.
The winter wind announced itself with another gust. All three women shivered and Kylie got up to close the window. Then she returned to the bed and removed the bra and panties Chan had been wearing and threw them in the waste basket.
“And I’m sorry I had to cut up your underwear with those shears,” Catwoman apologized.
“It’s ok.”
Brie walked over to the window eating her toast, “Holy North Pole, Catwoman! Look at all the snow!”
Kylie stretches like a cat and walks over to the window to peer out, “Yes, we are snowbound. And your dear professor has graciously allowed us to spend the rest of the weekend, here with her. Isn’t that right, Professor Zhou?”
“Yes, of course! I wouldn’t want you two freezing to death trying to reach your dormitory.”
Kylie pressed her palm against the window pane and a wicked grin appeared in the reflection.
“My little pet! Find your phone and turn off your alarm so my silly girlfriend will stop her singing!!”
Chan promptly jumped out of bed naked and quickly found her phone, tapping the screen to dismiss the alarm.
Brie promptly stopped signing when the music stopped. She gulped the last of her prune juice with a refreshing sigh.
“Both of you over here now!” Catwoman pointed at the window.
Chan and Brie sprang over to the window looking out.
Catwoman left them standing there as she went to the closet and found some items.
“What are we looking for?” Brie wonders.
“Just keep looking and don’t turn around!”
“Yes, Mistress!” they say in unison.
Catwoman places two items on the tray Brie had brought, and then walks up behind her slaves.
“Get closer,” she orders.
They move within inches of the window.
“Closer.”
They both hesitate.
Catwoman places her hands on their backs and presses their bodies against the window pane. They turn their heads inward to look at each other. Their boobs flatten. The icy cold glass almost numbs their skin. Almost.
They each cry out.
“Ah!! Tis cold, Mistress!!”
“Tis true! And if you remain against the snow-covered window, ye shall be rewarded!” Catwoman laughs.
Both women meow like kittens seeking warmth and comfort. Like that’s ever gonna happen, lol.
“Spread your legs!!”
The window is large, but their inner legs still cross when they move their feet apart.
The other item Catwoman found was the leather riding crop.
SWAT!!!
Brie gasps with surprise.
“What was that for???”
“Don’t talk back to me, you chubby slutttt!!!”
SWAT!!!!
Another loud gasp.
“Tell me, my little Pumpkin, what did you dream about last night?”
“I had one of those… you know, the kind you’ve had before…”
“Recurring!!!”
SWAT!!!
“Ahhhh! Yes, Mistress! I was in the classroom with Professor Zhou.”
“Why am I not surprised!”
Chan giggles, her breath condensing on the cold window pane. Kylie glares at her.
“Well, I always dream about things or people that make me happy.”
“Go on.”
“Professor Zhou made me stay after class to finish an assignment I needed to complete. But instead of doing it, I was doodling in my notebook. In the dream I could draw really good, and I used my pencil to create erotica of two beautiful women in various poses. Like the Karma Chameleon.”
“Lift up your sarong!” Catwoman yelled.
Brie reached back and pulled her floral sarong up over her plump bare butt.
SWAT!!!
“Ahhhh!!!”
“You know Boy George doesn’t draw erotica!”
SWAT!!!
Kylie enjoyed watching the crop briefly disappear on contact as if it was swallowed by Brie’s large, curvy ass.
“Ahhh!!! Sorry, Mistresss… I meant the Karma Sutra!”
“Continue.”
“Professor Zhou was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder and telling me how wonderful my drawings look. I told her it was the two of us and she agreed. Then she made me sit up on my desk and spread my legs. It was then I noticed she had been standing behind me naked. She sat up on another desk facing me. I asked if she was masturbating looking at my sketches. But she wouldn’t answer me. I shifted my skirt up and began touching my pussy. I didn’t mind Professor Zhou watching cos she makes me so wet.”
“No panties? Let me guess, this was one of those days our sneaky little professor sent you an email informing you not to wear any.”
Chan gasps!
“Yes, we know all about your little games… professor!!!”
SWAT!!!!
The sound of the riding crop was different against Chan’s body. The sound was… Distinct. Perfect. Delicious.
Catwoman now used the crop to explore between her girlfriend’s legs. The leather end pressed along the shaved labia and pushed inside.
Brie gasped!
“I bet telling me your dream made you wet!”
Brie remained silent.
Catwoman inspected the crop covered in pussy juice.
“Have you ever tasted your student… Professor Zhou?”
“No, Mistress!”
“Would you like to?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Catwoman brought the crop close to Chan’s face but she licked it herself.
“Umm, my girlfriend does get awfully wet when I play with her,” Catwoman meowed, and looked directly into Chan’s eyes, “Don’t worry my little pet, I will let you taste her.”
Then she untied the sarong around Brie’s waist and took it as she walked away… and returned, holding an empty glass between Brie’s legs.
“Now Pumpkin, all that prune juice you swallowed must go somewhere, correct?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“You know what would make your Mistress so happy?”
“What Mistress?”
“If you filled this empty glass I’m holding between your legs.”
Brie tried to satisfy her mistress but her bladder wouldn’t cooperate. Her breath condensed on the cold glass with her efforts. Chan watched her student concentrate like she was taking an exam in her classroom.
This made Chan giggle.
SWAT!!!
Chan gasped!
The sound of urine escaping Brie’s bladder and filling the glass quickly followed.
“That’s a good girl, Pumpkin!”
Catwoman set the warm glass on the windowsill. The two women pressed against the icy cold window looked down at it. And then the crop being dunked in it. And then…
“Lick it!!”
Chan obediently opened her mouth and moved her tongue all over the wet crop, dripping with her student’s pee. She was proud of herself. She was happy to please her Mistress.
“How does my girlfriend taste?”
“Wonderful… Mistress!” Chan purred with delight.
Catwoman laughed and made her lick the crop several times after dunking it again and again in the glass of urine.
“You both have performed so well, now it’s time for your reward!”
They waited, looking at each other pressed against the window. The sounds of metal clinking on the tray behind them. And then…
Catwoman whispered into her girlfriend’s ear, “Spread your big butt cheeks.”
Brie reached behind pulling her ass cheeks wide apart with her hands. And then…
Brie gasped!
Catwoman whispered into Chan’s ear, “Spread your cute little ass.”
Chan didn’t hesitate one second, her hands palming her butt, her fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart. Far. Apart. And then…
Chan gasped!
“How does that feel?”
Both women purred superlatives: Amazing! Unbelievable! Awesome! Intense!
Each butt plug was liberally covered in maple syrup, and now it slowly dripped down their legs.
“And how are your boobs?”
“Mine feel like snowballs!!” Brie exclaims.
“I no longer have boobs, mine have turned into tiny ice cubes,” Chan softly purred.
“Then you each may stand away from the window and face each other,” and walked away.
The women straighten up and turn toward each other, both silently thankful for the mercy of their Mistress. Their Sexy Mistress. They Worship Her.
Catwoman returns with more goodies from Chan’s secret stash: fur handcuffs.
She grabs Brie’s right wrist and slips the cuff over her hand and tightens it with the buckle. Then she does the same with the left wrist.
“See, yours are pink cos you’re a big fluffy bunny!”
When she turns, Chan is already waiting with her hands behind her back, wanting to be restrained. She happily allows Catwoman to cuff her wrists.
“And yours are black cos you’re a sexy panther!”
Chan roars.
All three woman laugh.
Catwoman walks over to Brie and pinches her right nipple.
“Ahh!!!”
She turns to Chan and pinches her left nipple.
Then turns back to Brie.
“Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“What would you conclude after my examination of the SNT?”
“What’s the SNT, Mistress?”
“Scientific Nipple Test!”
Chan roars, but it sounds just like a giggle.
“Oh, um, I believe Chan needs immediate attention cos her nipples have lost all sensitivity!”
“That’s A-Bingo!” Catwoman meows trying to do her best Christoph Waltz impression.
The two younger women laugh.
Chan assumes it must be some inside joke. (If only Chan had watched more Tarantino films and read less French literature, lol.) (Just kidding!)
“My little panther, get on your bed.”
Chan scurries over to her bed and lies on her back. Her cuffed hands secretly play with her butt plug, hoping her Mistress will not catch her, or if she does, she will approve!
Then Catwoman instructs her girlfriend to kneel over Chan.
“Would you like some syrup?”
“Yes, please.”
Catwoman pours a little syrup over Chan’s chest. The thick dark brown maple almost matches her nipple color. Almost.
“You may proceed.”
And Brie licks around the base of each breast, then over the curvature of each until…
Until her warm tongue reaches the pinnacle. And she tenderly (and softly) suckles the left nipple.
Chan sighs.
Then the right nipple.
The panther purrs.
More syrup. More licking. More sighing.
“Now switch positions.”
This time Brie lies back and Chan kneels.
“Do you require any syrup?”
“No, thank you.”
“As you wish. You may suck your student’s breasts.”
Chan leaned over and began with the right one. With her hands cuffed, she had to use her face and nudge the big boob up to give it a kiss on the underside. And another kiss. And another. Feeling the warmth, she worked her way up, to the colder regions of the mountain peak. Her mouth and tongue were registered with the POSF, otherwise known as the Professional Oral Skill Federation. Her student was in a state of rapture.
Reaching the summit (which was pink) she tested its response with a few licks. There was no response. Then she suckled it with her hot mouth. Warmth returned, but still no response. Then she nibbled on it.
“Ahhh!!!!” Brie whimpered.
Yes(!) music to my ears, Chan giggled.
After repeating this process with the left mountain peak, she sat up with a satiated expression. (Brie also had one.)
“I do believe you gave my girlfriend a wonderful orgasm,” Catwoman purred.
She kissed Chan, and Chan thought, not as a Mistress, more like a… lover?
Then she found Chan’s phone.
“Since your hands are tied, give me your access code.”
Chan, in a soft voice, obediently gave her a sequence of numbers.
After a minute of tapping, the progressive trance of DJ Nifra began playing over the wireless speakers. The playlist included: Numb, Getaway, Control Your Body, Dark Harbour, Comme Un Reve, Youphoria, Resistance, Passion, Forever Forever…
Catwoman found the other secret stash (not the BDSM one) and rolled a joint of Kush.
She lit it up and climbed onto the bed and sat between the other two woman, passing the joint from one to the other. And back.
The progressive trance eclipsed the winter wind blowing outside.
Inside, the three women blew smoke into the air.
Words. Laughter. And. Kisses. Warmed the room.
The cold wind swirled outside the open window as the Witching Hour approached. And the snow accumulated on the windowsill. Insulating the bedroom. And its occupants. Three women sound asleep under a warm duvet. They all dreamed their cat dreams. Especially the one in the middle…
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Chan, wearing her sailor’s outfit, was on the sailboat with her instructor. But in the dream, her instructor looked like the mysterious young woman that invaded, no, was invited into her house tonight. Or did she sneak in through a window? Chan tries to find the answer among the drifting waters…
Crack!
Her eyes shift to her instructor… wearing a catsuit! And her (very long) tail is a whip!
Crack!
“Take your clothes off, my little pet,” her instructor meows.
Chan removes her white sailor hat with a dark blue trim that ends in a cute bow in the back. Then she struggles with her white and blue nautical sailor dress. First, she tries to remove the large red bow tie and realizes it is sewn on. Then she tries to slip the dress off her shoulders.
Crack!
“You’ve done this many times for me! Don’t play stupid! Turn around!”
Chan does a pirouette in her bare feet.
The Catwoman (her instructor) walks up behind her.
Zippppp!!!!
And roughly pulls down the sailor dress. Chan dutifully steps out of it and turns around with her hands covering her sex. Waiting for… inspection?
The instructor looks her up and down with a sneer, “Good! Now unmoor this vessel!”
Chan runs over to the dock lines and loosens them, setting their sailboat free.
She turns around and smiles looking for approval.
“Um, are we forgetting something?” Catwoman muses.
Chan sweats in her dream. Or is it the body heat of the two girls she lies between? And the heavy quilted duvet that covers them? And she forgot to turn down the thermostat! It must be over 30 (90 F) degrees Celsius!! Wait, this is her dream. The blue sky has a few fluffy clouds. The sun burns down on the little sailboat. Sweat trickles between her small pert breasts. Her hands slide over her sticky tummy and bare kitty. Well, she is only a teenager in this dream, meow. She frantically searches her brain for the answer keeping her eyes on her instructor.
Her instructor in her skin-tight catsuit. Revealing. Ass cheeks you want to squeeze. Tits that stick way out that you want to smoother your face in. Whiskers. Pointy Ears. And that rigid tail.
Crack!
“Oh, the… the… sails!” and runs over to the mast.
She unfurls the mainsail and attaches it to the boom. Then she grasps the headsail attached to the mast and unrolls it. Then she locates the halyards and pulls the sails up the mast.
Chan pivots in her naked body for more approval.
“Very good. And what controls the…”
“The main sail is controlled by the Halyard and Cunningham, the boom vang, and the outhaul. The headsail…”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s set sail!”
Chan works the rigging as the boat moves away from the dock. The sails fill with air and Chan moves the boom to keep the boat moving further into the middle of the river and the lets the air current take them downstream and a slower pace.
“You’ve done well, my pet. Now get your reward.”
Chan swivels to see her instructor sitting on the edge with her legs spread wide. Her catsuit has a convenient opening displaying a thick growth of fur. Acting like an animal herself, Chan crawls across the deck and stops between the Catwoman’s legs. She feels the tail wrap around her neck and draw her closer till her nose and lips are hidden in the dark forest.
She has never done this before! She is only a young teenager.
The tail tightens around her neck, “Use your tongue, my pretty young thing!”
Chan obeys.
Her wet tongue moves between the dense tangles of pubic hair and finds something soft and moist. She ventures further in this jungle as the sailboat ventures further down the wide river.
Minutes (or perhaps hours) later, the tail loosens and Catwoman meows.
“Ahhhhhhh… such a splendid way to have an orgasm! Out on the beautiful Seine, in broad daylight!”
The Seine?? Isn’t the Paris Olympics taking place right now!!
Chan stands up and looks around, “Oh, no! All these people on the river banks!!!” she covers her small breasts.
Catwoman rises to stand beside her, “Don’t be frightened my little pet. They are here for the top athletes of the world. But you have given them a side dish of pure delight!” she purrs.
Catwoman gently lowers her student’s arms.
Chan begins to accept these strangers, standing, peering, cheering from the river banks, and senses her body reacting with increasing excitement.
“Do you feel it?”
Chan turns and looks up to her instructor, “Yes,” she whispers above the crowd noise.
Catwoman leans down and kisses her, “I knew you secretly wanted to put your body on display for public viewing. You do have a beautiful body.”
Chan began to showoff doing pirouettes and small leaps into the air. Catwoman clapped and laughed. Then she stood with her feet wide apart and arms raised above her head. Bending at the waist, she touched her right hand to her left toes and straightened up and then bent over and touched her left hand to her right toes, repeating this many times.
Catwoman cheered.
Chan sweated.
She was thankful her hair was cut short when she was a young girl. But she did wish she had fur between her legs like… Catwoman, meow!
“Very good, Chan! Now I want you to try a yoga pose called Urdhva Dhanurasana.”
Chan followed her instructions and started by lying on her back. The deck was hot and she complained.
Crack!
Catwoman’s tail smacked beside her body, “Stop crying and listen!”
The next step had Chan bend her knees and bringing the soles of her feet up close to her butt. Then she was told to bend her elbows and reach over her head and place her palms on the deck. And now she was told to push herself up using her hands and feet to lift her shoulders and hips off the hot deck.
When she lifted her head off the deck, she stared back over the far side of the sailboat. Quiet. Peaceful. Soft winds playing over her naked body.
And then…
She tumbled down. Exhausted.
Crack!
“We need to strengthen those muscles! Again!!”
And Chan calmed herself as the crowd noise urged her on.
She resumed the pose. Peace. And. Tranquility.
And then…
She tumbled down. Breathing.
Crack!!
“Again!!!”
Chan tried three (um, maybe five or six) more times until she found her inner strength.
Her wheel pose was perfect. Arching her back. Only her hands and feet supporting her naked, sweaty body. She found a good breathing rhythm.
And Catwoman found her strapon.
She stood between her student’s legs and it easily slipped inside with all the natural lubrication.
“Ohhh!!!” Chan gasped with surprise and then moaned with pleasure.
“Good girl!” Catwoman praised, her hands pushing up on the kidneys for support.
Chan instinctively moved her narrow hips to match her instructor’s deep thrusts. A superb transformation of two beautiful females into one. Unity.
She wanted to lift her head to see her Catwoman. In her revealing catsuit. Fucking her young teen body. But the effort was too great. And the (orgasmic) horizon was approaching fast. It was so close.
When…
She felt a draft of (very) cold air.
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Chan opens her eyes.
The warm thick duvet was covering only her legs. She reacts to pull it up over her chest and discovers her wrists are bound. And. Her ankles too!
The cold wind begins to clear her mind. Ah! Those two coeds. In cahoots!!
She looks around her bedroom. Hmm, and where are they??
Right when she decided to shout her student’s name, Gabriella, her phone alarm begins playing music. On the weekends, she sleeps in and sets it for 9 am, and it plays loudly over the wireless speakers in her bedroom. Surely her student and her uninvited guest will hear the music. She can’t reach her phone to turn the alarm off. It plays nonstop.
About 15 minutes later, the uninvited guest arrives carrying a tray. And a smile. She is wearing a silk kimono, the blue one with pink blossoms and cranes, and wooden sandals on her feet. All “borrowed” from Chan’s closet, of course.
The young woman stops in the middle of the room, “Who is this singer?”
“Anne Sila, a popular French artist. She’s singing Le Chanteur,” Chan answers with a yawn.
“I brought you some breakfast!” the uninvited guest, who was her Mistress last night, takes a few more steps over the hardwood floor, the wooden sandals make a clunk-clunk sound.
When she reaches the bed, her dark brown eyes remain fixed on her captive, her arms rigid as she holds the tray steady and slips out of the sandals.
“You look lovely in my silk kimono and I like how you braided your hair.”
“Thank you,” and the young woman shakes her head setting the two long braids in motion for a brief moment before placing the tray on the bed, “Sit up.”
Chan struggles to sit up and the young woman helps her, putting a pillow behind her back.
Then she sits down on the bed next to her and offers her a slice of toast which Chan takes a bite, and another, tasting the plum jam and melted butter as she chews and swallows.
The young woman places the remainder of the toast back on the plate and begins rubbing her feet.
“Ah, the Geta… the wooden sandals can be uncomfortable to those not accustomed to them,” Chan explains.
“Yes, they are. Maybe you can teach me how to properly walk in them.”
Before Chan can answer, a teacup is pressed against her lips, and she sips while the young woman drinks from her own cup. Chan knew the tea well it was a green leaf variety called Sencha.
“Brie and myself, we prefer coffee in the morning, but you didn’t have any.”
Another sip.
“You haven’t told me your name, Mistress. May I ask, what is your name?”
Brie heard the conversation as she entered the room, “It’s K-eye…”
“…Catwoman!” Kylie finished with a flourish.
Chan only smiles and waits for another bite of toast.
Brie had arrived in a red floral sarong tied at her side. She wasn’t wearing anything on her feet, nor any top, for that matter. And Chan couldn’t resist staring at those heavy breasts, swaying with each step.
She also carried a tray with what looked like a stack of pancakes, a bottle of maple syrup, some butter, prune juice (in a very large glass), and her own slice of toast, loaded with plum jam, plied on thicker than the bread!!
Brie was oblivious to her professor’s stare as she sat on the ottoman and licked butter and jam off her fingers and crossed her legs. Chan noticed a gold ankle bracelet. She moved her feet under the duvet and concluded her bracelet was missing.
“Is that mine?” Chan asked her captor.
Brie was singing to the music still playing, practicing her French, and moving her foot to the rhythm, making the bracelet shine.
“Are you referring to what my girlfriend has around her ankle?” Catwoman purred.
“Yes!”
Brie continued eating her large breakfast and singing along with the French pop songs.
“Is it sentimental? Or, perhaps… expensive?” Catwoman inquired as she fed Chan some more toast and tea.
Chan swallowed her food but didn’t answer.
“You do know, Professor Zhou, everything we are wearing is yours. Even the panties under this kimono. Imported from Italy. What were they…?”
“La Perla!” Brie shouts.
And they all laugh.
More songs. More singing. More eating.
Catwoman finishes her toast and tea and sets the tray on the floor. She moves closer to Chan, leaning into her face, studying her dark eyes, their lips almost touching. Then Chan feels a fingertip move across the corner of her mouth.
“You had some plum jam on your face,” and Catwoman licks her finger.
Brie continues eating her pancakes, pouring another glop of syrup on them.
“May I make a request, Mistress?”
“You may.”
“My wrists and ankles are almost numb, could you…”
“Oh, sorry. Yes, let me free you.”
And her mistress removed the hemp rope. Chan gently massaged her red wrists and pushed the duvet off to rub her sore ankles.
The winter wind announced itself with another gust. All three women shivered and Kylie got up to close the window. Then she returned to the bed and removed the bra and panties Chan had been wearing and threw them in the waste basket.
“And I’m sorry I had to cut up your underwear with those shears,” Catwoman apologized.
“It’s ok.”
Brie walked over to the window eating her toast, “Holy North Pole, Catwoman! Look at all the snow!”
Kylie stretches like a cat and walks over to the window to peer out, “Yes, we are snowbound. And your dear professor has graciously allowed us to spend the rest of the weekend, here with her. Isn’t that right, Professor Zhou?”
“Yes, of course! I wouldn’t want you two freezing to death trying to reach your dormitory.”
Kylie pressed her palm against the window pane and a wicked grin appeared in the reflection.
“My little pet! Find your phone and turn off your alarm so my silly girlfriend will stop her singing!!”
Chan promptly jumped out of bed naked and quickly found her phone, tapping the screen to dismiss the alarm.
Brie promptly stopped signing when the music stopped. She gulped the last of her prune juice with a refreshing sigh.
“Both of you over here now!” Catwoman pointed at the window.
Chan and Brie sprang over to the window looking out.
Catwoman left them standing there as she went to the closet and found some items.
“What are we looking for?” Brie wonders.
“Just keep looking and don’t turn around!”
“Yes, Mistress!” they say in unison.
Catwoman places two items on the tray Brie had brought, and then walks up behind her slaves.
“Get closer,” she orders.
They move within inches of the window.
“Closer.”
They both hesitate.
Catwoman places her hands on their backs and presses their bodies against the window pane. They turn their heads inward to look at each other. Their boobs flatten. The icy cold glass almost numbs their skin. Almost.
They each cry out.
“Ah!! Tis cold, Mistress!!”
“Tis true! And if you remain against the snow-covered window, ye shall be rewarded!” Catwoman laughs.
Both women meow like kittens seeking warmth and comfort. Like that’s ever gonna happen, lol.
“Spread your legs!!”
The window is large, but their inner legs still cross when they move their feet apart.
The other item Catwoman found was the leather riding crop.
SWAT!!!
Brie gasps with surprise.
“What was that for???”
“Don’t talk back to me, you chubby slutttt!!!”
SWAT!!!!
Another loud gasp.
“Tell me, my little Pumpkin, what did you dream about last night?”
“I had one of those… you know, the kind you’ve had before…”
“Recurring!!!”
SWAT!!!
“Ahhhh! Yes, Mistress! I was in the classroom with Professor Zhou.”
“Why am I not surprised!”
Chan giggles, her breath condensing on the cold window pane. Kylie glares at her.
“Well, I always dream about things or people that make me happy.”
“Go on.”
“Professor Zhou made me stay after class to finish an assignment I needed to complete. But instead of doing it, I was doodling in my notebook. In the dream I could draw really good, and I used my pencil to create erotica of two beautiful women in various poses. Like the Karma Chameleon.”
“Lift up your sarong!” Catwoman yelled.
Brie reached back and pulled her floral sarong up over her plump bare butt.
SWAT!!!
“Ahhhh!!!”
“You know Boy George doesn’t draw erotica!”
SWAT!!!
Kylie enjoyed watching the crop briefly disappear on contact as if it was swallowed by Brie’s large, curvy ass.
“Ahhh!!! Sorry, Mistresss… I meant the Karma Sutra!”
“Continue.”
“Professor Zhou was standing behind me, looking over my shoulder and telling me how wonderful my drawings look. I told her it was the two of us and she agreed. Then she made me sit up on my desk and spread my legs. It was then I noticed she had been standing behind me naked. She sat up on another desk facing me. I asked if she was masturbating looking at my sketches. But she wouldn’t answer me. I shifted my skirt up and began touching my pussy. I didn’t mind Professor Zhou watching cos she makes me so wet.”
“No panties? Let me guess, this was one of those days our sneaky little professor sent you an email informing you not to wear any.”
Chan gasps!
“Yes, we know all about your little games… professor!!!”
SWAT!!!!
The sound of the riding crop was different against Chan’s body. The sound was… Distinct. Perfect. Delicious.
Catwoman now used the crop to explore between her girlfriend’s legs. The leather end pressed along the shaved labia and pushed inside.
Brie gasped!
“I bet telling me your dream made you wet!”
Brie remained silent.
Catwoman inspected the crop covered in pussy juice.
“Have you ever tasted your student… Professor Zhou?”
“No, Mistress!”
“Would you like to?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Catwoman brought the crop close to Chan’s face but she licked it herself.
“Umm, my girlfriend does get awfully wet when I play with her,” Catwoman meowed, and looked directly into Chan’s eyes, “Don’t worry my little pet, I will let you taste her.”
Then she untied the sarong around Brie’s waist and took it as she walked away… and returned, holding an empty glass between Brie’s legs.
“Now Pumpkin, all that prune juice you swallowed must go somewhere, correct?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
“You know what would make your Mistress so happy?”
“What Mistress?”
“If you filled this empty glass I’m holding between your legs.”
Brie tried to satisfy her mistress but her bladder wouldn’t cooperate. Her breath condensed on the cold glass with her efforts. Chan watched her student concentrate like she was taking an exam in her classroom.
This made Chan giggle.
SWAT!!!
Chan gasped!
The sound of urine escaping Brie’s bladder and filling the glass quickly followed.
“That’s a good girl, Pumpkin!”
Catwoman set the warm glass on the windowsill. The two women pressed against the icy cold window looked down at it. And then the crop being dunked in it. And then…
“Lick it!!”
Chan obediently opened her mouth and moved her tongue all over the wet crop, dripping with her student’s pee. She was proud of herself. She was happy to please her Mistress.
“How does my girlfriend taste?”
“Wonderful… Mistress!” Chan purred with delight.
Catwoman laughed and made her lick the crop several times after dunking it again and again in the glass of urine.
“You both have performed so well, now it’s time for your reward!”
They waited, looking at each other pressed against the window. The sounds of metal clinking on the tray behind them. And then…
Catwoman whispered into her girlfriend’s ear, “Spread your big butt cheeks.”
Brie reached behind pulling her ass cheeks wide apart with her hands. And then…
Brie gasped!
Catwoman whispered into Chan’s ear, “Spread your cute little ass.”
Chan didn’t hesitate one second, her hands palming her butt, her fingers pulling her ass cheeks apart. Far. Apart. And then…
Chan gasped!
“How does that feel?”
Both women purred superlatives: Amazing! Unbelievable! Awesome! Intense!
Each butt plug was liberally covered in maple syrup, and now it slowly dripped down their legs.
“And how are your boobs?”
“Mine feel like snowballs!!” Brie exclaims.
“I no longer have boobs, mine have turned into tiny ice cubes,” Chan softly purred.
“Then you each may stand away from the window and face each other,” and walked away.
The women straighten up and turn toward each other, both silently thankful for the mercy of their Mistress. Their Sexy Mistress. They Worship Her.
Catwoman returns with more goodies from Chan’s secret stash: fur handcuffs.
She grabs Brie’s right wrist and slips the cuff over her hand and tightens it with the buckle. Then she does the same with the left wrist.
“See, yours are pink cos you’re a big fluffy bunny!”
When she turns, Chan is already waiting with her hands behind her back, wanting to be restrained. She happily allows Catwoman to cuff her wrists.
“And yours are black cos you’re a sexy panther!”
Chan roars.
All three woman laugh.
Catwoman walks over to Brie and pinches her right nipple.
“Ahh!!!”
She turns to Chan and pinches her left nipple.
Then turns back to Brie.
“Pumpkin?”
“Yes, Mistress?”
“What would you conclude after my examination of the SNT?”
“What’s the SNT, Mistress?”
“Scientific Nipple Test!”
Chan roars, but it sounds just like a giggle.
“Oh, um, I believe Chan needs immediate attention cos her nipples have lost all sensitivity!”
“That’s A-Bingo!” Catwoman meows trying to do her best Christoph Waltz impression.
The two younger women laugh.
Chan assumes it must be some inside joke. (If only Chan had watched more Tarantino films and read less French literature, lol.) (Just kidding!)
“My little panther, get on your bed.”
Chan scurries over to her bed and lies on her back. Her cuffed hands secretly play with her butt plug, hoping her Mistress will not catch her, or if she does, she will approve!
Then Catwoman instructs her girlfriend to kneel over Chan.
“Would you like some syrup?”
“Yes, please.”
Catwoman pours a little syrup over Chan’s chest. The thick dark brown maple almost matches her nipple color. Almost.
“You may proceed.”
And Brie licks around the base of each breast, then over the curvature of each until…
Until her warm tongue reaches the pinnacle. And she tenderly (and softly) suckles the left nipple.
Chan sighs.
Then the right nipple.
The panther purrs.
More syrup. More licking. More sighing.
“Now switch positions.”
This time Brie lies back and Chan kneels.
“Do you require any syrup?”
“No, thank you.”
“As you wish. You may suck your student’s breasts.”
Chan leaned over and began with the right one. With her hands cuffed, she had to use her face and nudge the big boob up to give it a kiss on the underside. And another kiss. And another. Feeling the warmth, she worked her way up, to the colder regions of the mountain peak. Her mouth and tongue were registered with the POSF, otherwise known as the Professional Oral Skill Federation. Her student was in a state of rapture.
Reaching the summit (which was pink) she tested its response with a few licks. There was no response. Then she suckled it with her hot mouth. Warmth returned, but still no response. Then she nibbled on it.
“Ahhh!!!!” Brie whimpered.
Yes(!) music to my ears, Chan giggled.
After repeating this process with the left mountain peak, she sat up with a satiated expression. (Brie also had one.)
“I do believe you gave my girlfriend a wonderful orgasm,” Catwoman purred.
She kissed Chan, and Chan thought, not as a Mistress, more like a… lover?
Then she found Chan’s phone.
“Since your hands are tied, give me your access code.”
Chan, in a soft voice, obediently gave her a sequence of numbers.
After a minute of tapping, the progressive trance of DJ Nifra began playing over the wireless speakers. The playlist included: Numb, Getaway, Control Your Body, Dark Harbour, Comme Un Reve, Youphoria, Resistance, Passion, Forever Forever…
Catwoman found the other secret stash (not the BDSM one) and rolled a joint of Kush.
She lit it up and climbed onto the bed and sat between the other two woman, passing the joint from one to the other. And back.
The progressive trance eclipsed the winter wind blowing outside.
Inside, the three women blew smoke into the air.
Words. Laughter. And. Kisses. Warmed the room.
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