Family Secrets: Part 24 Chapter 2 A Forbidden Love
Part 24: Chapter 2 A Forbidden Love
Catwoman returns to the bathroom to find her servant (patiently) sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. She walks over and holds out her hand. Chan takes it and rises.
They both walk naked over to the small, square wooden table and Catwoman sits down.
Chan puts the Domaine de la Romanee-Conti between her legs and (expertly) pops the cork (they laugh, of course) and fills each long-stem crystal glass with the (super) expensive white wine.
Then Chan runs back to get her chair and slides it over the tiles to join her Mistress.
Catwoman takes a sip of the Montrachet, “Subtle citrus aromatics…”
Chan delicately holds the stem of her crystal and tips the glass, her lips kiss it and the wine flows over her tongue, “…warm intense palate… very sweet…”
“…and a hint of bitterness.” Catwoman concludes.
Both women laugh.
“Mistress, did you find the batteries for the Hitachi and is your girlfriend enjoying its vibrations?”
“Yes, to both your questions, my little pet!” and they both laugh, then she adds with a wink, “And I’ve added an extra restraint so we won’t be rudely interrupted by her constant meows.”
Then Catwoman reaches into her backpack and pulls out the manuscript and offers it to Chan.
“I want you to read your story to me in your native tongue.”
Chan takes another good sip of the Montrachet before opening the folder.
Then she begins reading her secret story, aloud, of the love between herself and her sister, Lin. Her voice fills with emotion. The French words wash over Kylie.
A Forbidden Love - 2
I feel her hand on my cheek while my tongue plays with her tongue. I feel extraordinarily good, soothed, as if won by an obvious fact.
“I love you...”
“We don't speak with our mouths full!” she replied, laughing, gagging me at once with a kiss.
It lasts an incredible time, but impossible to evaluate. Our bodies were suspended in animation. Weightless.
The few clothes we wore were quickly removed. We are naked, skin to skin, our breaths mix. Her hand shyly runs through the lines of my body.
My mouth goes down to her neck. Her hand is behind my neck, caressing my hair. I grasp her shoulder, descend to the hollow that leads to her plexus.
I hesitate to put my lips on her breast. She is the one who directs my head to the pretty pink nipple.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by my responsibility. I am condemned to succeed, to make Lin's first time an unforgettable moment. I have never been under such pressure and never again will it happen with such intensity.
As Chan reads, Kylie begins to touch herself. She watches the professor’s lips move. Her fingers move her own lips. Pussy. Lips. (meow)
I'm scared.
But I have no choice, I have to continue because I can no longer back down.
I caress her tenderly, with my mouth, with my hands. I let instinct do what my brain refuses. She breathes harder, her chest rises under my kisses.
My temples beat like a drum, my heart will explode. I am forced to put my head on her stomach, because if I do not take a break, I will simply find myself in pain.
On the word “pain” Kylie pinches her nipple, a sigh escapes.
Chan pauses to look across the table. To see another woman take pleasure in her secret diary of the love between two sisters. This Catwoman, caressing her naked body. Chan wants to touch… to kiss… to taste…
She caresses my hair, unaware of the discomfort that invades me. Or maybe she feels it. I don't know.
My mouth resumes its route to the south. I am calmer and I now have a goal: to taste her forbidden fruit.
Kylie closes her eyes and takes another sip of the cold Montrachet. Her fingers sink into her wet, warm, vagina. She imagines Chan licking her pussy. Her fingers move with a purpose…
Today, I would proceed in stages, in order to raise the crescendo of desire. But not that afternoon.
It is already more than intense when my mouth goes through her pubis covered with the same black fleece as mine. And I can't hold on anymore, either.
After speaking those words, Chan takes a moment to sip her wine and then she pushes her chair away from the table to spread her legs for her Mistress. Her hand cups the newly shaved pubis region. Smooth. As. Silk. Her fingers explore this new landscape. Her dark forest is absent. Her arousal is not.
Chan continues to read…
She makes a long complaint when my tongue opens its fruit. And I smile while enjoying its fragrant juice. It has a delicious taste, a hint of sweet tea and fragrant honey.
I do not have very much experience, but I utilize everything I have learned from the few lovers I have had recently.
I add to this what I believe to be the right path to pleasure.
“Continue, it's good...” Lin whispers.
“I love you...” I whisper back.
So, I continue. I revel in this juice, more and more abundant, which oozes from its sex, this delicious nectar that makes me drunk.
Kylie takes another long sip. She feels drunk. Drunk on the words. Drunk on her wet sex. Her fingers covered in her secret juices. She tastes herself. (meow)
Chan witnesses this act of autoeroticism. She takes a chance to insert a finger into her own damp shaved pussy and quickly takes a sip of her wine to avoid gasping with delight.
Kylie is lost in transcendentalism. Her cat persona floating among the winter stars. Silence arrives in the bathroom. Her French maid servant, Chan, has stopped reading and quickened her own hand between her legs. Ever. Observant. Ever. Watching.
Watching her Mistress finger her wet pussy. Long, slender fingers moving. Outer labia swollen. Inner labia stretching. Chan looks down at herself. Her fingers again examine her smoothness. A. Clean. Landscape. Only her labia protrude. She stifles a giggle at the… strangeness. Unfamiliar. Yet. Familiar.
A meow…
Her Mistress rolls her head, cups a breast, rubs her clit…
MEOW MEOW MEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kylie slumps over to rest her head on the table.
Chan fingers her shaved kitty and quietly resumes the chapter:
Several ideas cross my mind. Do I have to push a finger into her vagina? I hesitate.
She spread her legs like a compass. She is very flexible and her body is a vine. I take her under the buttocks with my hands and continue to forage for her flower, exploring every nook and cranny of her intimacy.
Her moans form a melancholy that goes up to the ceiling of the room. The rhythm of her singing accelerates, as I taste her forbidden fruit.
And suddenly, in a long cry of pleasure, she shapes herself like a bow, lifting her buttocks from the bed.
Chan closes her dark eyes and reaches her own climax. This time she doesn’t restrain herself and lets out a glorious sound. A. Soft. Whisper. Like the wind blowing over a field of wheat.
A few minutes (hours?) pass…
Chan opens her eyes and struggles to focus. What was her task? What did her Mistress instruct her to do??
Oh, yes!! Read the story from her own private manuscript: A Forbidden Love.
Her left hand reaches to pick up the manuscript.
“What were you doing?”
Chan freezes. And looks up. Two dark chocolate cat eyes stare back.
“Sorry, Mistress. I was… taking a…”
“A catnap?” Catwoman purrs.
“Yes!” Chan responds with a lie.
It is futile. Her. Mistress. Knows! Catwoman. Knows. Everything!
“Show me your other hand, the one under the table and between your legs.”
Chan slowly raises her right arm. When her hand appears above the table, Catwoman quickly grabs her wrist.
“Your fingers are wet!!!” and she smells them, “Hmm, and the scent matches your secret fruit!”
Chan remains silent.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself??”
“No, Mistress!” Chan replies, and adds, “You may punish me, Mistress!”
“Is that what you want? Punishment??”
“YESSS!!! Mistress.”
“Hmmm, if you insist.”
Catwoman takes her servant’s wine glass and refills it. To. The. Top.
“Drink this!”
And Chan meekly grasps the long-stem crystal glass and takes a small sip.
“No! Drink it like water! Like you are thirsty!! Very thirsty!!!”
Chan hesitates, “But it’s Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, it should be savored.”
“You have only yourself to blame for this, my little kitten.”
Chan agrees. She is the one to blame. And tips the glass to her lips and drinks half of it, takes a few seconds to process the rush of alcohol, before finishing the other half. The wine quickly goes to her head and Chan wobbles on the chair.
Kylie reaches into her backpack, “Don’t fall over, kitten,” and brings out a black collar with silver studs and secures it around the Asian’s neck. Then she attaches a chain leash and leads her sub over to the clawfoot bathtub.
“Get in.”
Chan obeys.
The chain rattles against the porcelain tub as she sits down and waits.
Her Mistress retrieves a few more items from her backpack and returns to the tub.
Six plastic clothespins. Catwoman places three red ones around, but not touching, the left nipple. And three blue ones around the right nipple.
Chan tries to remain calm, but a few whimpers escape.
“There, blue, white, and red, like your French flag.”
“Where is the white, Mistress?”
Catwoman reveals a white butt plug with a wicked smile, “Bend over!”
Chan does and looks back to watch her Mistress suck on the plug and then stick it up her ass.
“Hmmm, you seem accustomed to objects inserted in your ass.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m trained in all the techniques of submission,” Chan purrs.
“Good! Now on your back and raise your legs!”
Chan obeys.
Kylie grabs her ankles and pulls them over her sub’s head, holding them in a V formation.
“How does your bladder feel?”
“Full, Mistress.”
“Full like you have to pee?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then do it!!”
And with little hesitation, Professor Zhou lets a wild stream of piss cover her body.
“Open your mouth, you little slut, so you can taste that very expensive wine processed through your urinary tract!”
“Yes, Mistress!”
And Chan swallows copious amounts of her own wine-flavored piss. The clothespins send wave after wave of pain through her body. She squeezes her rectum ensuring the large white butt plug stays in place, enjoying the size and shape of it.
Two (make that twelve) minutes later, the golden shower stops. Chan’s upper body is drenched in her own urine. Even her long, dark hair is soaked.
Kylie releases her ankles and Chan lowers her legs.
Chan begins to sit up.
“I didn’t tell you to move, my little kitten.”
Now Kylie steps into the tub and faces her servant.
“Would you like some more Montrachet?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Then Kylie’s stream of hot piss splashes her sub’s chest, neck, then face.
“Drink it!”
Chan opens her mouth to welcome more “processed” wine.
Kylie is impressed (and secretly aroused) seeing Chan swallow her pee.
“Very good, my little pet. Now sit up!”
Chan obeys. The chains on the leash move over the porcelain tub.
Kylie steps out of the bathtub and walks over to the table. She lifts the wine bottle pours another glass. Just. One. And turns to her pee-soaked sub and sips the expensive Montrachet.
Chan. Waits. Patiently. Silently.
“Do you like your new kitty?”
“Yes, Mistress,” and Chan takes a moment to rub her smooth pubic mound.
“I think its time we show that newly shaved kitty to my girlfriend.”
Chan nods and waits for her Mistress to lead her into the bedroom.
Catwoman returns to the bathroom to find her servant (patiently) sitting on the chair in the middle of the room. She walks over and holds out her hand. Chan takes it and rises.
They both walk naked over to the small, square wooden table and Catwoman sits down.
Chan puts the Domaine de la Romanee-Conti between her legs and (expertly) pops the cork (they laugh, of course) and fills each long-stem crystal glass with the (super) expensive white wine.
Then Chan runs back to get her chair and slides it over the tiles to join her Mistress.
Catwoman takes a sip of the Montrachet, “Subtle citrus aromatics…”
Chan delicately holds the stem of her crystal and tips the glass, her lips kiss it and the wine flows over her tongue, “…warm intense palate… very sweet…”
“…and a hint of bitterness.” Catwoman concludes.
Both women laugh.
“Mistress, did you find the batteries for the Hitachi and is your girlfriend enjoying its vibrations?”
“Yes, to both your questions, my little pet!” and they both laugh, then she adds with a wink, “And I’ve added an extra restraint so we won’t be rudely interrupted by her constant meows.”
Then Catwoman reaches into her backpack and pulls out the manuscript and offers it to Chan.
“I want you to read your story to me in your native tongue.”
Chan takes another good sip of the Montrachet before opening the folder.
Then she begins reading her secret story, aloud, of the love between herself and her sister, Lin. Her voice fills with emotion. The French words wash over Kylie.
A Forbidden Love - 2
I feel her hand on my cheek while my tongue plays with her tongue. I feel extraordinarily good, soothed, as if won by an obvious fact.
“I love you...”
“We don't speak with our mouths full!” she replied, laughing, gagging me at once with a kiss.
It lasts an incredible time, but impossible to evaluate. Our bodies were suspended in animation. Weightless.
The few clothes we wore were quickly removed. We are naked, skin to skin, our breaths mix. Her hand shyly runs through the lines of my body.
My mouth goes down to her neck. Her hand is behind my neck, caressing my hair. I grasp her shoulder, descend to the hollow that leads to her plexus.
I hesitate to put my lips on her breast. She is the one who directs my head to the pretty pink nipple.
I am suddenly overwhelmed by my responsibility. I am condemned to succeed, to make Lin's first time an unforgettable moment. I have never been under such pressure and never again will it happen with such intensity.
As Chan reads, Kylie begins to touch herself. She watches the professor’s lips move. Her fingers move her own lips. Pussy. Lips. (meow)
I'm scared.
But I have no choice, I have to continue because I can no longer back down.
I caress her tenderly, with my mouth, with my hands. I let instinct do what my brain refuses. She breathes harder, her chest rises under my kisses.
My temples beat like a drum, my heart will explode. I am forced to put my head on her stomach, because if I do not take a break, I will simply find myself in pain.
On the word “pain” Kylie pinches her nipple, a sigh escapes.
Chan pauses to look across the table. To see another woman take pleasure in her secret diary of the love between two sisters. This Catwoman, caressing her naked body. Chan wants to touch… to kiss… to taste…
She caresses my hair, unaware of the discomfort that invades me. Or maybe she feels it. I don't know.
My mouth resumes its route to the south. I am calmer and I now have a goal: to taste her forbidden fruit.
Kylie closes her eyes and takes another sip of the cold Montrachet. Her fingers sink into her wet, warm, vagina. She imagines Chan licking her pussy. Her fingers move with a purpose…
Today, I would proceed in stages, in order to raise the crescendo of desire. But not that afternoon.
It is already more than intense when my mouth goes through her pubis covered with the same black fleece as mine. And I can't hold on anymore, either.
After speaking those words, Chan takes a moment to sip her wine and then she pushes her chair away from the table to spread her legs for her Mistress. Her hand cups the newly shaved pubis region. Smooth. As. Silk. Her fingers explore this new landscape. Her dark forest is absent. Her arousal is not.
Chan continues to read…
She makes a long complaint when my tongue opens its fruit. And I smile while enjoying its fragrant juice. It has a delicious taste, a hint of sweet tea and fragrant honey.
I do not have very much experience, but I utilize everything I have learned from the few lovers I have had recently.
I add to this what I believe to be the right path to pleasure.
“Continue, it's good...” Lin whispers.
“I love you...” I whisper back.
So, I continue. I revel in this juice, more and more abundant, which oozes from its sex, this delicious nectar that makes me drunk.
Kylie takes another long sip. She feels drunk. Drunk on the words. Drunk on her wet sex. Her fingers covered in her secret juices. She tastes herself. (meow)
Chan witnesses this act of autoeroticism. She takes a chance to insert a finger into her own damp shaved pussy and quickly takes a sip of her wine to avoid gasping with delight.
Kylie is lost in transcendentalism. Her cat persona floating among the winter stars. Silence arrives in the bathroom. Her French maid servant, Chan, has stopped reading and quickened her own hand between her legs. Ever. Observant. Ever. Watching.
Watching her Mistress finger her wet pussy. Long, slender fingers moving. Outer labia swollen. Inner labia stretching. Chan looks down at herself. Her fingers again examine her smoothness. A. Clean. Landscape. Only her labia protrude. She stifles a giggle at the… strangeness. Unfamiliar. Yet. Familiar.
A meow…
Her Mistress rolls her head, cups a breast, rubs her clit…
MEOW MEOW MEOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Kylie slumps over to rest her head on the table.
Chan fingers her shaved kitty and quietly resumes the chapter:
Several ideas cross my mind. Do I have to push a finger into her vagina? I hesitate.
She spread her legs like a compass. She is very flexible and her body is a vine. I take her under the buttocks with my hands and continue to forage for her flower, exploring every nook and cranny of her intimacy.
Her moans form a melancholy that goes up to the ceiling of the room. The rhythm of her singing accelerates, as I taste her forbidden fruit.
And suddenly, in a long cry of pleasure, she shapes herself like a bow, lifting her buttocks from the bed.
Chan closes her dark eyes and reaches her own climax. This time she doesn’t restrain herself and lets out a glorious sound. A. Soft. Whisper. Like the wind blowing over a field of wheat.
A few minutes (hours?) pass…
Chan opens her eyes and struggles to focus. What was her task? What did her Mistress instruct her to do??
Oh, yes!! Read the story from her own private manuscript: A Forbidden Love.
Her left hand reaches to pick up the manuscript.
“What were you doing?”
Chan freezes. And looks up. Two dark chocolate cat eyes stare back.
“Sorry, Mistress. I was… taking a…”
“A catnap?” Catwoman purrs.
“Yes!” Chan responds with a lie.
It is futile. Her. Mistress. Knows! Catwoman. Knows. Everything!
“Show me your other hand, the one under the table and between your legs.”
Chan slowly raises her right arm. When her hand appears above the table, Catwoman quickly grabs her wrist.
“Your fingers are wet!!!” and she smells them, “Hmm, and the scent matches your secret fruit!”
Chan remains silent.
“Did I give you permission to touch yourself??”
“No, Mistress!” Chan replies, and adds, “You may punish me, Mistress!”
“Is that what you want? Punishment??”
“YESSS!!! Mistress.”
“Hmmm, if you insist.”
Catwoman takes her servant’s wine glass and refills it. To. The. Top.
“Drink this!”
And Chan meekly grasps the long-stem crystal glass and takes a small sip.
“No! Drink it like water! Like you are thirsty!! Very thirsty!!!”
Chan hesitates, “But it’s Domaine de la Romanee-Conti, it should be savored.”
“You have only yourself to blame for this, my little kitten.”
Chan agrees. She is the one to blame. And tips the glass to her lips and drinks half of it, takes a few seconds to process the rush of alcohol, before finishing the other half. The wine quickly goes to her head and Chan wobbles on the chair.
Kylie reaches into her backpack, “Don’t fall over, kitten,” and brings out a black collar with silver studs and secures it around the Asian’s neck. Then she attaches a chain leash and leads her sub over to the clawfoot bathtub.
“Get in.”
Chan obeys.
The chain rattles against the porcelain tub as she sits down and waits.
Her Mistress retrieves a few more items from her backpack and returns to the tub.
Six plastic clothespins. Catwoman places three red ones around, but not touching, the left nipple. And three blue ones around the right nipple.
Chan tries to remain calm, but a few whimpers escape.
“There, blue, white, and red, like your French flag.”
“Where is the white, Mistress?”
Catwoman reveals a white butt plug with a wicked smile, “Bend over!”
Chan does and looks back to watch her Mistress suck on the plug and then stick it up her ass.
“Hmmm, you seem accustomed to objects inserted in your ass.”
“Yes, Mistress. I’m trained in all the techniques of submission,” Chan purrs.
“Good! Now on your back and raise your legs!”
Chan obeys.
Kylie grabs her ankles and pulls them over her sub’s head, holding them in a V formation.
“How does your bladder feel?”
“Full, Mistress.”
“Full like you have to pee?”
“Yes, Mistress.”
“Then do it!!”
And with little hesitation, Professor Zhou lets a wild stream of piss cover her body.
“Open your mouth, you little slut, so you can taste that very expensive wine processed through your urinary tract!”
“Yes, Mistress!”
And Chan swallows copious amounts of her own wine-flavored piss. The clothespins send wave after wave of pain through her body. She squeezes her rectum ensuring the large white butt plug stays in place, enjoying the size and shape of it.
Two (make that twelve) minutes later, the golden shower stops. Chan’s upper body is drenched in her own urine. Even her long, dark hair is soaked.
Kylie releases her ankles and Chan lowers her legs.
Chan begins to sit up.
“I didn’t tell you to move, my little kitten.”
Now Kylie steps into the tub and faces her servant.
“Would you like some more Montrachet?”
“Yes, Mistress!”
Then Kylie’s stream of hot piss splashes her sub’s chest, neck, then face.
“Drink it!”
Chan opens her mouth to welcome more “processed” wine.
Kylie is impressed (and secretly aroused) seeing Chan swallow her pee.
“Very good, my little pet. Now sit up!”
Chan obeys. The chains on the leash move over the porcelain tub.
Kylie steps out of the bathtub and walks over to the table. She lifts the wine bottle pours another glass. Just. One. And turns to her pee-soaked sub and sips the expensive Montrachet.
Chan. Waits. Patiently. Silently.
“Do you like your new kitty?”
“Yes, Mistress,” and Chan takes a moment to rub her smooth pubic mound.
“I think its time we show that newly shaved kitty to my girlfriend.”
Chan nods and waits for her Mistress to lead her into the bedroom.
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