Stiletto Dolls

by C. L. Black

  “Enjoy myself?” She asked if I liked it. Liked it? Liked what? “I didn’t do anything, Miss—”

  “Silence!” Jane paused. Steady, old girl. Taking in a deep breath, she tapped her iPhone’s display. Catherine heard a whirring sound and turned left to see. The portrait over the fireplace slowly traveled upward. Behind was a large flat-panel display. “Miss Jane has a little home video for kitten to watch.” Jane led her kitten closer for a better view of the big screen.

  They stood side by side, not four feet from the display. Catherine watched as the video image flickered to life. The Panty Parlor appeared on the LCD.

  “What the—” Fuck me! I’m going to be on YouTube—in a stupid pink baby dress and vinyl panties.

  Tapping her iPhone, Jane fast-forwarded the video. “Remember now? Who is BP?”

  “Oops. Sorry, Miss Jane.” Catherine giggled nervously. “Didn’t know I was like, you know, doing anything. Really!”

  “Really?” Jane advanced the video to the climactic scene. “Right then. Can you answer Miss Jane or do you need the instant replay?” She fumbled with her iPhone. Bloody hell…

  “Wait.” I’m so fucked! Catherine felt her face getting hot. It turned crimson. “Me! It’s me, that’s who, I forgot to—to write me.” Fuck, I thought she knew about BP.

  “Yes, my sweet kitten. It was you. Perhaps you forgot?”

  “Okay, I shouldn’t have done, that,” said Catherine, still red-faced.

  “Done what, sweetie?” asked Jane as she stepped before young Katherine. I don’t believe it. She placed her left hand under the warm chin, tilting it up. “Look at Miss Jane, sweetie.” She waited for the pretender’s eyes to open. “What exactly did you do in the Panty Parlor?”

  “That. You know.” Face burning, she shrugged. “You know!”

  “No, sweetie. Miss Jane doesn’t know. Tell Miss Jane all about your BP.”

  “BP?” Catherine’s face went red-hot. She feared she would burst into flames. Have to come clean. She sucked in then erupted. “I got my fucking rocks off! On that fucking love seat!” Slamming her eyes shut and fearing the worst, she tensed. “It must have been the leather.” She could feel the tears turning into steam as they poured down her cheeks. “Don’t hurt me, Miss Jane. I promise.” Upon feeling a tissue dabbing her flaming cheeks, one eye peeked. “Thanks.”

  “Why did you say, BP?” asked Jane in her matter-of-fact, almost clinical voice, as she continued mopping up the mess-of-a-girl’s face.

  “I don’t know.” Catherine sniffled, “I guess, I was like, upset and like, afraid that you were going to like, hit me with that.” Her eyes were pointed at the Enforcer, resting on the mantel.

  “And that’s why you masturbated without permission?”

  Permission? “Yeah. Yes, I guess,” stammered Catherine.

  “Interesting.” Jane returned to her desk; she clicked something on her laptop and then looked at Catherine. “What rule did you break?”

  “I, maybe…I lied, a little, Miss Jane.” Her face sagged in resignation.

  “What else?”

  Catherine didn’t answer. The pocket doors slid open behind her. She turned to see. Not her again.

  “You called, Miss Jane?” said Giselle, sliding the doors closed.

  Jane said, “Eyes forward,” and repeated, “What else?”

  Catherine still didn’t answer.

  Giselle rushed to her side and answered, “My baby kitten failed to ask permission to pleasure herself. Now, Mommy G shall be disciplined for her baby’s transgression.”

  Trans—what the fuck? Catherine didn’t move. Her pulse quickened a notch as Giselle stepped to the mantel and lifted the Enforcer from its resting place. Without another word, Giselle returned and handed the Enforcer to Catherine.

  “Me?” What the—Take it!

  Giselle had already hiked her skirt exposing those pink cotton panties. Without any instruction from Jane, she reached behind and slipped her pink panties down, exposing a round, white bottom. Next, Giselle positioned herself for pain, leaning forward over the backrest of the very same chair Catherine had used. She placed her hands forward on the seat, gripping its front edge to steady herself. Giselle was now fully prepared and waiting to receive Catherine’s next spanking and maybe a dose of MK’s revenge.

  “Ready, Miss Jane.” Catherine sounded too eager.

  “Then discipline your mommy, kitten. Five should be sufficient. Don’t you agree, MK?”

  I’m actually holding the fricken Enforcer. She stood there dumbfounded, but also fascinated. “What? Huh? Yeah. I mean, yes, Miss Jane. Five?” She looked up and nodded. “Yes, Miss Jane. That should do it. Shall I begin?”

  Jane searched the girl’s dark eyes. She wasn’t yet sure. “Please. And, do make them count dear.”

  Whack!…whack!…whack!…whack!…whack!

  Catherine’s body sparked and tingled as Giselle’s creamy round ass glowed brighter, like a sunrise, as each of the five reminders of rule number one hit home. Holy shit! She actually let me do it. Maybe honesty is the best policy. Don’t look so happy. She tried to hide her glee as Catherine faced Jane. “Was that okay, Miss Jane?”

  “Yes, dear—a lesson well learned,” said Jane, inspecting Giselle’s reddened bottom. “Off you two go.”

  “Yes, Miss Jane, I think I just did.” You kinky wacko mother fucking Nazi Superbitch whoever you are.

  “No, sweetie.” Giselle took the Enforcer and said, “Time to go potty with Mommy.”

  “What?”

  Jane addressed Giselle. “Miss Jane thinks you need to change your kitten. She’s wet.”

  “Yes, Miss Jane; right away. Come with Mommy G, sweetie.” Giselle chuckled as she took Catherine by the hand and led her away. She took the Enforcer too—just in case.

  “Where are we going?”

  “Upstairs, to make you go potty and give you a baby bath.”

  Payback’s a bitch.

  The Payback Begins

  The library, 17:15 local

  Giselle popped her head through the doorway. “Baby Catherine is back in her crib, all safe and snug as a bug, Miss Jane. She still wouldn’t pee or poop. I brought the two DNA samples I got earlier to the lab. Oh, Sam’s back. She said it will take a while before she knows for sure what it is.”

  Jane was seated at the restored desk; her new laptop opened, and her old fingers whacked away. “Thank you, sweetie. You have Miss Jane’s permission to go below and play with Maria until it’s time to help with dinner.”

  “Oh goody! Thank you, Miss Jane. I promise I’ll be good this time.” Giselle entered the library, sliding the pocket door closed behind, turned left, and walked the few steps over to the bookcase built into the wall in the southwest corner. “Ready, Miss Jane.” Her voice filled with anticipation, she waited.

  Jane tapped on Pete’s iPhone. The bookcase swung out from the wall. It concealed a secret elevator. Giselle quickly entered. “Remember sweetie, you promised Miss Jane.” The paneled elevator door slid closed and the bookcase swung back into place. She returned to her typing. Ten minutes passed while she completed her case notes. Jane saved her work and sent a copy to Miss Christi before shutting her laptop’s lid. She rose from the desk, then stepped out and across the foyer. Entering the Panty Parlor, she found Miss Christi, sitting at her desk, reviewing the preliminary drug report just e-mailed up from the lab.

  “Well, Mum, did the pretender reveal anything to you?”

  “No dear, nothing of any importance.”

  “No mention of any girls? No one called Natasha?”

  “Natasha? No, dear; just the boys on the list. Why do you ask?”

  “Right! Never licked a single clit? Rubbish! An all-girl boarding school? Really, Mum?”

  “Miss Sterling!”

  Jane didn’t respond.

  “Well, dear; we received the preliminary background checks. Two are gay, and the other has been away in Europe with his parents since March.”

 
“Sorry, Mum. But, if she’s not of our like—I’ll eat Jack’s arse.”

  “Be careful, Miss Jane. Lady Jacqueline just might hold you to that.”

  Jane didn’t respond.

  “I received word from Peter, dear. The subject never showed at the Mayflower?”

  “No, Mum. However, the evening wasn’t a total loss. As I said, I met a lovely young swan named Miss White. It seems we were booked for the same party.”

  “Interesting.”

  “Yes, I rather thought so too Mum. Peter informed me that Miss White has been involved with the subject.”

  “Did she know your true purpose with the subject?”

  “No, Mum; I think not. I’m taking the jet to New York this evening. I—Miss Jane promised KK. I think we’re close to the end game on the Krump matter.”

  “Very well, dear; I appreciate you fitting this personal matter in. But don’t forget; Peter rescheduled the subject for tomorrow; breakfast at nine. He’s most upset that you missed your assignment last evening. Believes you owe him.”

  “Does he? Just as well,” said Jane coldly, admiring the portrait over the glowing fireplace. “One must always pay their debts.” The cold gripped her. Winter in East Berlin gripped her in the fog… Boris was still alive. KK… Natasha… Katrina’s kid… Pete? She was lost in the soup—the fog that cloaked her past. Bloody hell. What was Pete’s connection to this?

  “You sure you’re up to this, dear?” asked Miss Christi, rising from her desk. She moved to join Jane, staring through the portrait of, Sir Katherine. Standing but one step removed, she could see that Miss Jane was an ocean away. “Mistress Sterling! Are you still with me?”

  Jane Sterling didn’t answer. She wasn’t in the room. The Kat was. Katrina stared into the portrait of her past a minute longer before leaving. Jane stepped out from Katrina’s fog and saw Miss Christi. “Always, Mum. I don’t fancy us using KK to get to her father.”

  “It has to be done, my dear. What do you think of our new kitten, Miss Katherine?”

  “Right.” The pretender. “Remarkable resemblance. I’m not yet convinced it’s truly her.” Jane paused to check, Natasha’s iPhone, then took a step back and said, “I don’t bloody like it, Mum. We weren’t scheduled to be back online until September. Our systems are not 100 percent. And, I still have the Krump bugger to deal with. At least Sam’s lab is up and sorted. Any word on what’s in her system?”

  “Not yet, dear. It seems to have her hormones working overtime. Hopefully, we got her here in time and there won’t be any permanent brain damage. I saw you have Danielle going over her laptop and phone?”

  “Yes, Mum. Let’s hope. The tech? Unfortunately, Danielle—Miss Write doesn’t expect that she’ll crack the laptop until tomorrow at the earliest. Both have those bloody level five (NSA) encryption safeguards installed. As yet, she’s been unable to penetrate the mobile for fear it will shred itself.”

  “Oh dear. Well, I’m confident we’ll make sufficient progress without them. I sense she wants to come out and tell us who gave them to her.”

  “Right. The boots. Do you think she’s ready to listen? If she’s anything like her mother, she’ll be a bloody tough nut to crack.”

  “I should think a few days in the crib should soften our kitten up nicely.”

  “Right, Mum. Wish I could be here to see that. She’s a feisty one.”

  “Yes, dear, just like her mother, at that age.” Miss Christi looked to the portrait.

  “Really, Mum? You must tell us about that one day.”

  “I will, dear. She’ll be more at ease by next week. We’ll wait till Monday to begin. Perhaps a game of Chessex will be in order for your return next Friday. I’m planning a prime rib for dinner. Consider it the official welcoming celebration of Katherine’s return to us, Mistress Sterling.”

  “Sounds brilliant! Right, Papa won’t keep us from that. Be back by low tea then. If you need me before, just give a ring to the mobile. But please, don’t ring tonight!” Thoughts of New York filled her head. “Unless of course, the pretender tells you how she got those bloody boots.”

  A gentle knocking was heard at the foyer doorway. It was the house girl, Maria, standing in the open doorway.

  “Yes, dear?”

  “Sorry to interrupt, Mum. Tea is ready.” Maria entered with the tea service, and set about preparing a cup for Miss Christi. “Oh, Miss Jane, Miss Giselle said you gave me to her.”

  Jane turned to find, sweet Maria, bent at the waist in the sexed-up black satin French maid’s uniform. “Yes sweetie?” She patted Maria’s white silk bottom. “You grew so—”

  “Oui!” Maria jumped, nearly spilling Miss Christi’s tea. “Your car has just entered the grounds, Miss Jane.”

  “Oui. And thank you, sweetie. But only till dinner, love. And don’t let Nurse Giselle tell you otherwise.” Jane checked the window. “So it has.”

  Maria bowed, making her exit a pleasure for Miss Jane.

  “No worries, dear Jane. You’ll be the second to know.”

  “Good day, Mum. Hope you enjoy the tea as much as I did. This GoodKnight must be off for me date with Satan’s sweet little bitch.”

  “Jane, dear. Do promise you’ll be careful. And don’t forget your assignment in DC, tomorrow.”

  “I shall indeed, Mum.” Bloody Pete. Jane had one last look at Sir Katherine’s portrait before leaving the safety of the Castle for the waiting black sedan.

  Miss Christi sat on the sofa, sipping her tea, concerned. Why was Jane being deceptive regarding Natasha? As the black sedan disappeared down the drive, violating long established protocol, she placed a call to Catherine’s father.

  “Hello dear. . . It’s Mom… Oh dear, isn’t this line secure?…Yes, I know. We shouldn’t… But, something is very wrong with our Kat. Did everything go as planned the other night?… Oh, I see… A bomb?… Oh, dear… No, dear, she left for New York.… Yes, dear, Kristin again. The boots?… No, we have them… Do you think she’s in any danger?… Wait and see! I’m not sure that we have that luxury, dear.” She paused for a much-needed sip of tea.

  “Have you heard from, Papa-Six?… Oh, I see… I’m sorry to hear that…I’m sure she didn’t mean that… What’s that, dear?… The kitten? She’s napping…Yes, dear, like a baby. It’s for the best. Don’t worry, dear; we’re all taking real good care of her… I will, dear… She sends her love too… Oh, that? You were right ,dear; it was the perfume… Yes, the doctor has it… Not yet… Yes, I will, as soon as I know… No, dear, she appears to have no idea who our Kat really is… I love you too Dickey… Oh, sorry. I forgot. Good-bye, dear.”

  Click.

  Part III

  Play Their Game

  Promised I’d Return

  The Waldorf, New York, Thursday, 28 May, 20:21 local

  Half on the bed, one boot securely on the floor, she blew softly into KK’s ear. “Promised I’d return.” It was the same bed they had shared the night before. A kiss to the neck stirred her as much as the doll’s exposed bony shoulder. Wet… the scent, identical to Natasha’s.

  “Wake up, my naughty girl.”

  Roused from her slumber, KK was indeed the naughty girl. Mistress Sterling’s kept promise had her ready to pounce. What else could she do but, act the part.

  “I see you’re still on Paris time. Did you eat for me?” She patted the bony bumps rousing the sheets.

  “Hmmm.” KK cooed, “I must be dreaming.” Stretching all four paws, her back arched, like a cat waking from a refreshing sleep.

  “That’s better.” She raised an open palm.

  Whack!

  “Ja! Much.” KK dropped, turned, and pushed away the covers. “I have something to tell you.” She sounded younger, much younger.

  “I see.” It wasn’t the first time the GoodKnight took her eye off the ball to check out some pussy with a nice pair and, that bloody marvelous strap-on.

  KK’s gaze followed Jane’s. “Not that!” She beamed. “Ja, okay, that too. Papa sa
id you would like it?”

  “Right. What then?” She bent and kissed the strawberry lips teasingly, offering only a hint of tongue.

  KK couldn’t exhale. “I love you.” She let go a painful sigh. “Really, I do, you?”

  “Miss Jane loves you too, sweetie.” Her tongue ventured deeper.

  KK nearly bit it off then yelled, “Nein!” as both hands levered Jane’s shoulders. She pushed, preventing another kiss. “Nein, Jane!” KK’s head was shaking, nein. “You don’t understand!” Her tone turned somber. “I really love you, Jane, not the Miss Jane you! Oui, it is you, Jane. I’m in love with the real you, Just Jane.”

  Just Jane’s smile faded. “Now KK,” A long pause followed. “You know what I am.” She looked away. Her words fell somber. “This can’t be. Just can’t, my sweet little princess.”

  “I know, but, still… I— I can’t help it. I love you, Jane.” KK couldn’t hide her sadness. She shrugged then sighed. “I didn’t mean to. It just happened.”

  Jane’s head tilted. “What about Papa?”

  KK pulled her lover’s hair clip. Flowing dark hair fell, shielding Jane’s face.

  “Papa’s not going to like this.”

  “I don’t care. Besides; I already told Papa.”

  “What!” Jane paused. Her voice softened. “When, my dearest?” She brushed Jane’s hair away and with it, a tear. She took a tight hold of KK’s hands and faced her nemesis.

  “After the GP.” KK kissed her love again.

  “Sunday; last?”

  “Oui, I rang when you were in the shower. Before dinner, remember?”

  “Right. You spoke to your papa? What did he say?”

  “Oui. He was most certain you’d be over me by Wednesday.”

  “Well?”

  “Well, what? You’re in New York, aren’t you?”

  “Right.” She smiled and nestled beside Papa’s naked Barbie doll. “I see we’ve made you sad.” She began consoling KK’s disappointed nipples.