by C. L. Black
“Yes, my dear,” said Miss Christi. “Three chestnut geldings and Major the fifth. He’s a direct descendent of my Katherine’s handsome black stallion. Perhaps you two should go for a ride together Sunday, after church. I believe Major would welcome you on his able back.”
“Church! You go to church?” Catherine stared at Danielle then came to her other senses. Fuck, that didn’t come out right. With a quick flick, she hid behind her own trusty mane.
“Yes! Every Sunday,” said Giselle, sounding a tad too sanctimonious. “Unless we have an assignment. Sorry, no babies allowed.”
“What do you mean…assignment?” Mommy Fucking Dearest goes to church? Go figure.
“Assignment? Oh.” Giselle froze up for a second. “Nothing. I—” She sounded worried.
Jane stepped in. “What Miss Giselle meant to say is; if we are away from the Castle, or, when we have a naughty little baby staying with us, then it isn’t appropriate to leave the Castle grounds. Isn’t that correct, Miss Wright?”
“Yes, Mistress Sterling.” Giselle sounded like a girl just spanked. “Yes, that’s correct. Please accept my apologies, Miss Black.” Her head dipped. “That’s what I meant to say. I’m very sorry.”
Catherine turned to Danielle and whispered, “What’s that about?”
Danielle shot back under her breath, “It’s a long story, babe. You don’t want to know.”
“Your sis—”Babe? Catherine jumped. “Hey!”
“How was Washington, Miss Jane?” asked Danielle, discreetly nudging her playful kitten to shut up.
“Full of surprises. But I think we got off at just the right hour. Didn’t we, Carol darling?”
“Yes. Yes, Miss Jane. It was so kind of you to send your jet, Miss Christi.”
“You’re welcome, dear.” She offered the subject a warm smile. “It’s the least one could do for such a special guest of Miss Jane’s.”
“Miss Jane; you had business in DC?” ventured Catherine. She jumped in her seat. “Hey!” That hand had smacked her under the table again. This time she got the full meaning, telling her other self to keep it zipped for the rest of dinner. Her hand was soon being guided back to soft, softer, vinyl…Dani wears—
“Yes, Miss Black, pleasure business.” Miss Jane thought the kittens under-table games amusing.
Her answer prompted Samantha. “Did you bump into that cute little blonde swan again?”
“Sadly, no,” said Jane straight-faced, taking hold of her wine. “However, I did find the room service to be excellent.” She gave Agent Daniels a polite nod then turned to give “Miss Black” a wink and drank down a hardy dose of France’s finest.
“I’m sure it was,” added Samantha, now laughing, sending a knowing look Agent Daniels’s way.
Catherine couldn’t restrain her other self any longer. She latched onto Danielle’s bipolar hand and held it tight to Dani’s inner thigh then spurted, “Miss Jane. Did you see my mom and dad?”
“No, Miss Black. I had no cause to visit them again, yet.” She redirected herself to Danielle. “Unraveled anything interesting this week?”
Danielle’s strangled hand was starting to tingle. “Unfortunately, not yet, Miss Jane. A level five shredder program was installed on the hard drive.”
Jane pondered Catherine’s obvious uneasiness. “Level five?” Her brow rose. “Interesting.”
“Yes. We thought so too,” added Samantha, removing her narrow rimmed glasses. She too looked directly into MK. “Where does a fifteen-year-old get a shredder that sophisticated?”
Why’s she wearing—“Huh? What’s a level five shredder?” Catherine didn’t have a clue. Distracted by the discussion and other things, MK totally lost her grip. Crap. She reached around under the table, searching for the AWOL hand. Much to Danielle’s pleasure, she checked everywhere. Where the frick is it? Yeah, she’s definitely wearing baby pants. She cast her date a knowing look. Frick me Dani—you’re hot. Their under-table antics promptly resumed. Someone was feeling her old self again.
“Not to worry, Miss Black. I’m sure someone will get to the bottom of it all very soon.” Jane turned to tonight’s subject. “Isn’t that so, Carol darling?”
MK’s eyes met Agent Fuckin Daniels dizzy gaze full on for the first time. She smiled and gave the BP’s butch dyke her best pouty look then bit a lock of hair. She finished the butch off with a cleavage-inflating breath followed with the well-practiced hair flick. She had seen that look before. Yeah, Carol fricken darling is still hot for me. Dani’s hand… Oh yeah, your turn again.
Dazed, the agent in Daniels made it impossible not to stare. That striking face, that hair, and that healthy set of kiddy KAT tits. The Black KAT’s kitten didn’t look fifteen-anything. Not in that outfit. The Secret Service agent shook her head back on duty long enough to say, “Does sound suspicious. Would you like me to interrogate her?” She wasn’t kidding. After all, Jane had promised, the one in the boots.
“What?” Catherine surveyed her audience. Why is everyone staring? Danielle’s hand squeezed her thigh, just above her stocking top. It lingered. Yeah that’s it. Don’t stop now. Please Dani. Courtesies aside, that was as far as the good Miss Wright went. God! Does she need an engraved invitation? Fuck! Will ya interrogate me. Will ya? “Please Dani.” Oh shit! “Sorry I—” Shut it.
Jane spoke up in her most British voice. “Yes, Carol darling. Perhaps you could be of some assistance in our understanding Miss Black’s recent past.” She stroked the subject’s hand. “If you wouldn’t mind too terribly, Carol darling?”
Catherine tensed then clammed up tight. Superbitch is back. And she brought the BP’s butch dyke to help. Smile.
“I’ll do my best to help get to the bottom of it, Mistress.” Agent Daniels purred, her fire lit. She waited as Jane topped off her wine glass. Daniels had always dreamed of a weekend assisting Mistress Sterling in the fine art of female domination. After dinner she would sign the necessary contracts. Daniels drained her glass as an eyeful of Miss Black filled her head.
Mistress… Just laugh it off Cat. Not too much. Now give the dyke the hair flick. Yeah, that’s good. Now the lips. But she’s a total dyke. Relax Cat; there’s no fucking way I’ll let her do you. You promise?
Jane poured again and whispered into Daniels’s ear, “Yes, my pet, I’m sure we will.” She gave the special guest another stroke, adding a touch of claw to encourage the glass be emptied. “Now, slut.”
All juiced up and eager to get on with it, Daniels squirmed in her own wetness. “Miss Christi, I’m beginning to think Mistress Sterling lured me here with a false promise of an evening full of fun and games.” The wine was softening her nicely. She continued, “But she left me no time to pack.” She stood and patted her crotch. “Not even a backup pair of panties.” That finely woven Turkmenistan cotton valiantly guarding her treasure was in desperate need of reinforcement. “Maybe something more leak-proof.” Daniels focused on Catherine and said, “Yeah, some vinyl or, better yet, how about some rubber, Miss Black!”
It was clear to all, Agent Daniels’s pump was primed.
Mistress Sterling poured out the last of the second bottle. Not that tonight’s subject needed it. “In due time, my darling slut. Drink this wine for Mistress, won’t you.” Jane wasn’t asking.
Miss Christi intervened. “I’m sure Miss Giselle has something most appropriate to suit our needs. Don’t you dear?”
With a glare, Giselle quickly sized up tonight’s subject. “Yes Miss Christi. I’m sure, I have; something most appropriate. Do you fancy pink, Miss Daniels?”
“Pink? Yes, I adore pink! But, never when I’m on duty.”
Catherine gave a nervous laugh. Giselle didn’t find either subject the least bit funny. And soon neither would her subject.
Daniels chuckled as she lifted the half filled glass. “This wine is—gulp-gulp. All gone.” She made a sad face and put her glass down, tipping it. “Oopsy. I think it’s game time.” Her eyeballs bounced across the table
and landed in Catherine’s cleavage. “You want play with me, Miss Black? I heard you play rough. I like it rough. Did you bring your rubberrrr Mistresssssss Katrina—” Daniels mouth had been silenced by Jane’s hand.
Mistress Katrina… Catherine cringed. That butch dyke bitch is gonna out us.
Dame Jane stood and offered an arm. “Come, my pet; let us see if we can’t find something of Miss Black’s to take care of that naughty fanny of yours.”
The wine was done. It was time to get the fetish ball rolling.
“Rubber? What? You two—” Danielle stopped and turned to see Kat was hiding behind Catherine’s hair.
“Not just yet, my pet.” Jane had raised her hand, to which Danielle wisely heeded. The new Headmistress of Blachmann Castle escorted her latest subject upstairs and into the nursery for a well-needed change.
19:45 local
Miss Braun and Maria finished clearing. They returned, offering fresh brewed coffee and tea. Miss Braun supervised. Maria poured then served: first, “Miss Samantha” and “Miss Gee-Gee” took coffee. “Miss Christi,” then, “Miss Dani,” took tea. And finally, with a excited giggle, Maria asked, “Miss Katrina?”
Katrina… MK perked up and answered, “Coffee, please, Maria.”
Maria lifted a coffee. Miss Braun’s hand intervened, shooing the coffee and Maria away.
Miss Braun said, “Terribly sorry, Miss, babies aren’t allowed this coffee. It keeps them up all night.” She offered a tea.
“Hope so.” Catherine took the tea.
Miss Jane had returned with “Baby Daniels.” MK had to laugh. Carol Fucking Darling was in one of my baby dresses. Though tight around the waist, it fit the agent’s lean fit frame well. BP’s butch dyke sure seemed excited by the attention.
Daniels hiked up her pink satin and said, “Guess I’m off duty. Want to touch it?” She showed off her frilly pink vinyl panties. “Please, Miss-tress Katrina.”
Danielle said to pay her no attention then excitedly asked Miss Braun about dessert. “Is it my favorite?”
The sixty-something and well-fed house mum crossed her arms and answered in German. “I thought all my treats were your favorite?”
Danielle and Giselle answered in unison. “Ja, they are!”
“Right, then. Miss Black has touched it enough for now, sweetie. Please take your seat, Miss Black.” Jane guided the subject into her seat. “Ja, what have you whipped up for us this evening, Miss Braun?” Her German sounding a bit more youthfully spirited as she pinched Maria’s soft little bum. “Oui.”
Maria yelped then sang out in French, “Hot apple cobblers topped with a scoop of castle-made French vanilla. Oops. Pardon, Mama.” She did have a complete vocabulary after all.
Her surprise ruined, Miss Braun frowned then scolded her little helper in rapid German as they retreated into the kitchen. Once there—just as Miss Christi instructed earlier—they had prepared a very special cobbler for their special guest. It contained a little something extra from Sam’s lab. Something intended to keep the subject awake all night and the next. It would also serve to loosen her resolve, though Jane was certain the wine and her false promises had already seen to that. The sight of Miss Black in those boots and that dress didn’t hurt.
Jane waited for the subject to take her last bite. Using Daniels’s napkin, she wiped the subject’s lips. “Well done sweetie. It’s time for the fun and games Mistress Sterling promised. First we have the necessary paperwork to attend to. Come, my pet.”
Daniels’ eyes stayed glued to MK’s boots as she took Jane’s hand and tried to stand. Jane and Giselle bodily escorted their special guest to the library. Miss Christi suggested Danielle and Samantha should escort Miss Black to the Panty Parlor and wait there for them. The next lesson in their game was about to begin. Daniels was to become a teaching aid in the weekend’s assignment.
Ever See One That Big
The Panty Parlor, 20:03 local
Danielle, Catherine, and Samantha relaxed by the fire while they waited for the others to finish their business. Samantha, her arms crossed, was half seated on the edge of Miss Christi’s desk. The two kittens sat in the now familiar love seat, Danielle nearest the fire. Before them on a pedestal table was an elaborate oversized chessboard with four-inch squares. On the coffee table sat two large wooden cases.
Danielle retrieved then opened one, presenting its contents for Catherine’s inspection. “Ever see one that big before?”
“No!” She lifted the heavy king. “Hey, he’s wearing a dress.”
Danielle said, “Looks more like a skirt to me.”
“But he is like, the king, right?”
“Actually, pretty sure he’s, a she,” offered Samantha with a questioning eye. “Note the boobs.”
“Oh, yeah.”
Samantha then motioned to tilt the piece. “Go ahead, take a peek.”
She did. “No F-in way! Is that a— that’s rude!”
“What! Everyone knows in chess the king has no balls.” Samantha nodded. “The queen has the balls. You want to see them?”
“Never mind that,” said Danielle, taking back the king. “It’s not the clothes or hair, or what’s between their legs that matters. It’s what’s inside that counts; right Miss Katrina?”
“Yeah, I guess.” What the—
Samantha shot back, “When did you become the big expert, Dani?”
“Since I got to know the real you, Sam.”
“What are you two talking about?” Catherine picked up the queen, tipped it slightly, just to be sure. Thank God. “Nice boots.” The queen’s costume left little for the imagination.
These chess pieces weren’t like any she’d ever seen before. Carved more than a century before from elephant ivory, each skillfully painted and fitted to a heavy base chiseled from black marble. Like the king, the queen stood about nine inches tall and sported intricate detailing. Her stance, legs spaced smartly apart in boots that were remarkably similar to Catherine’s, prompted immediate respect. She wore only a corset, a short skirt with a wide belt, and a hooded cape. Showing from her boot was the jeweled handle of a dagger. In her hand was a knotted whip. The gold and jewels that adorned each piece were real. They looked more like some kind of expensive erotic figurines than chess pieces. The pawns were also fashioned in erotic feminine forms. Danielle said each represented a different nymph from Greek mythology.
“You know, Dani, I’m still a little pissed about that Sybil trick of yours.”
“Like I said, Kat, it was Miss Jane’s idea.” Danielle opened the other box. The pieces were the same except their bases were white marble. “She thought it would teach you a lesson about how easy it is to fool the eye.”
“Yeah, well, I wasn’t fooled. Hey, why is that Daniels woman here? Did my mom send her?”
Both answered with a shrug. No one wanted to be the first to let that KAT out of the bag.
“Come on. You guys know something. You’re like, in trouble with the Feds, right? I mean, like, this place is pretty weird!”
Samantha brought her index finger to puckered lips. “Mum’s the word.”
“So it’s, don’t ask, don’t tell?” asked Catherine in jest.
Danielle broke her silence. “Yes. It’s all very Hush-Hush.” She started to laugh.
“Miss Black?” asked Samantha, stone-faced. “Join me in a game of Chessex?”
“What’s Chessex?” Catherine turned to Danielle for guidance.
“Yeah, that’s a great idea Sam!” exclaimed Danielle, eagerly rising on her seven-inch platforms. Like Sam, Dani liked the view of Miss Black from way up there too.
“Oh, it’s just like regular chess,” said Samantha, casually adding, “with a few twists.” Her eyes probed the kitten for signs of interest. “You know what I mean?”
Catherine sensed roaming eyes mauling her. She squirmed in her seat, turned and looked up at Danielle, whose eyes were just as mauling, and asked, “A few twists? What kind?” She adjusted her bustier’s z
ipper up—down. “Hey, it’s stuck.” No, it wasn’t.
“You’ll see, babe.” Danielle sat and took hold of the zipper. “I’ll be your little helper if you want? Please, Kat.” She tugged.
Little helper? Turning back, a more-exposed Catherine queried Samantha. “What kind of twists?” MK caught the Temptress staring. “Enjoying the view?”
“Very much so.” Samantha added, “Ever done any modeling?”
“No way! My mom would fucking kill me. She says models are all lesbian sluts and whores.”
In walked Miss Christi arm in arm with Jane who said, “I’ve done loads.”
Danielle appeared startled and quickly raised the zipper.
Figures…
“Does anyone wish to hear a Blachmann tale?” Miss Christi asked, taking her usual place centered on the sofa. Across the room lit only by the gas fireplace, Jane remained standing.
Samantha pushed off from the desk, stepped near Catherine, and said, “Not tonight. I—”
Danielle quickly interrupted. “Yes, we do! The Titanic, please! Will you? You’ll love this story, babe. I always do. She’s such a good storyteller.”
Babe? She called me babe, again.
Samantha went on, “Miss Christi, I have invited our Miss Black to join me in a friendly game of Chessex and Miss Wright here has requested to serve as her little helper.”
Miss Christi appeared surprised. “Do you think it fair we invite Miss Katherine to take part in our parlor game without the opportunity to observe how it’s played first?”
“Well, I thought it might be fun.” Samantha removed her glasses to steam and wipe.
“Right.” Jane sensed the Temptress was up to something. “Fun for you, Sam, I’m certain; however, I think our Miss Black is not quite ready for your kind of fun.”
Samantha restored her vision then said, “Sure looks ready to me.”
Mistress Sterling put her foot down. “I shall oppose you. The Black kitten shall assist as my little helper.”
Little helper? “What’s a little helper?” Catherine’s head was swinging back and forth so fast she thought she was witnessing a tennis match.
