by C. L. Black
Maybe We Shouldn’t
Blachmann Academy, Monday, 8 June, 10:15 local
The conditions overnight were positively soaking. The morning sky dawned gray and foggy. The forecast called for improving conditions. As swim time neared, remnants of the cold shower still lingered. Two kittens stood just inside the ballroom by the open French doors. A steamy cloud was all one spied where the pool should be. Neither dared be the first; to brave the pelting chill and unseasonably cool moist air. Danielle yawned, then made mention of being a little too spent and said, “Maybe we shouldn’t today?”
“No way!” Catherine exclaimed. “You still owe me big time for yesterday.” Once more full with spirit, she wanted redemption. The cold rain eased. Her robe fell to blanket the warm granite. She dashed. Long toned legs disappeared into the blinding fog caused by the heated patio and dove. Thank God the pool’s heated.
Danielle lost sight of those legs but heard the splash. She’s wet. She shouted, “Here I come!”
Splash…
Forty minutes later, both mermaids regrew legs and emerged from the eighty-eight degree salty fog. Catherine’s competitive spirit was back with a vengeance. She had matched her tormentor stride for stride, out touching Danielle for the first time. Swimming was fun again. Hell, everything was fun—with Dani.
Though chilled and wet, the atmosphere in the bath looked most inviting.
“Hurry Dani, start the steamer; I’m fricken freezing.”
They stripped off their still dripping one piece rubbery swimsuits. A steamy shower with Danielle after finally whipping her in the pool was the icing on the weekend’s sweet cake. Shower time lasted much longer today. Danielle claimed to be testing a new color-safe conditioner and had done the kitten’s hair twice. “Really.”
“Really?” Yeah right. “We’re going to be late for sharing.”
Danielle was in fact dragging. She’d pulled another all-nighter.
“Can’t you just put it in a ponytail?”
“No way, baby! There. Almost done.” Her insistence on finishing the glam-style job had them running well behind schedule. “Quick, pull your dress up.” Danielle didn’t bother with hers or reattaching her wig. “No time, babe.” After helping Catherine into a new pink baby dress, Danielle ordered, “the pumps too.” She tossed on her still-damp short powder-blue terry robe, grabbed her Ferrari cap, and made for the door. “Let’s go, babe.”
Catherine tugged her tormentor back. “My zipper!”
“Sorry babe, forgot.” Danielle dropped her cap, pulled and secured the zipper with the padlock. “Got it.” She fluffed those gorgeous long locks once more. The girl couldn’t keep her hands off that hair. “There. Let’s go. Wait! Let me fix that.” She reached for the fancy hairbrush. “Perfect.”
“Yeah, from the neck up,” said Catherine with a laugh as she admired her tormentor’s handiwork in the mirror. The site of, Dani, her scalp bare and scarred, no longer struck her as odd. As far as she was concerned, Dani was just as attractive as the blondes she fantasized. Even better. She didn’t have to close her eyes to see her, to smell her, to touch her. Best of all, Dani gave great blow jobs. One kiss. Why won’t she kiss me? Why—She did stupid. “What?”
“We’re late!” Danielle surrendered the brush. Forgetting her cap, she hurried her well-blown shampoo model down the stairs a full twenty minutes behind schedule.
Perfectly Understandable
The Panty Parlor, 11:21 local
They entered to find Miss Christi already seated on the sofa with Jane, admiring the new portrait hanging over the fireplace. It was an earlier portrait of Blachmann’s first headmistress.
“Perfectly understandable, dear. A woman’s hair takes time.”
Jane caught sight of her bald ally and said, “Right. Perhaps a slight schedule revision is in order?”
“Told her not to bother.” Catherine’s hands were on her hips. She stood tall in her five-inch pink stilettos. “I told her to put it in a fricken ponytail.” Her focus was Super—Bitch-in. Fuck me! She’s totally different. She’s blonde. Dirty—Jane Blonde…
MK unstuck herself just long enough to query, Dani, who was making goo-goo eyes at Miss Jane. You hot little two-timing sticky pawed bitch. That’s just great. We’re all in trouble now.
Miss Christi attempted to cut through the goo. “Miss Wright; we’ll begin as soon as Miss Giselle returns with a fresh pot.” She clapped her hands twice. It did the trick.
“Sorry, Mum, won’t happen again.”
“No worry, dear. These things happen. She’ll be back in no time. Come sit.”
Catherine found her own way to the love seat. Danielle trailed, beaming as she snuggled in beside her, closest to the fire. Outside, the gray overcast finally broke. The first rays of sunshine burst through the two large windows to either side of the sofa and danced around the room. Like Jane’s hair, Catherine’s outlook had brightened considerably since their first session together in this room. The pent up anger and confusion had given way to curiosity. The chess table was still there. She fell back into Dani and then returned to Friday evening. A strangely familiar, though distant voice entered her thoughts.
“Well, Mum, I must be off. Please, don’t get up Miss Wright. Sam’s offered to take me.” Jane knew Katrina had a rendezvous with someone’s past to keep. “Thanks ever so much for inviting us back, and for yesterday. It meant the world, Mum.” She embraced Miss Christi. “See you soon.” Katrina wasn’t so sure.
Last night: Catherine was awakened by that same unrecognized hushed voice. Just play along love. You’ll soon be out of this bloody awful crib. At first, she thought it was another steamy dream. It was pitch-dark and she was half asleep. And, she had been fantasizing. She called out but no one answered. She didn’t dare move for fear of the electrified metal bars of her crib. Was it, Miss Jane? Keeping her hands right where she had them, she whispered, “Dani was that you?” There was no answer. It had to be a dream…
Catherine settled deeper into Dani: that cute little baby blue robe. Her puffy lips! Those same lips she wanted MK so much to kiss. Pretty sure. Was it just another dumb dream? She closed her eyes and felt the kiss again—full on the lips. A kiss so forceful and so direct, it left no doubt. Ah, what a kiss… Wake up stupid! She fricken wants me, not you. It took her breath away. And those wandering hands. Hands so sure. “Oh, Dani—” Something shook her. Something, had smacked her in the nose. The smell… Last night. Her dream lover had smelt of, coloring… Fuck me! It was—“Super—Bitch!”
“Hey, Kat. You okay, babe?” Danielle had shaken her babe out of another wicked daydream. “Miss Jane is leaving. Go say good-bye.” She gave a pinch of encouragement.
Catherine was still lost in Dani-land. “What?” Super-hot, waving goodbye from the foyer.
“Well then, cheers everyone.” Jane wavered, giving Katrina a last peek of, my replacement…
“Fuc— Sorry. Must have spaced out for a sec. Goodbye, Miss Jane. Wait!” Freed from Danielle’s paws, MK popped her tight ass off the love seat and strutted to “Mistress Sterling” for a goodbye hug. That’s right Superbitch, I know. Catherine broke free and whispered into Jane Blonde’s ear. “Will I get to see you again?”
Katrina wrapped the cuddly kitten up and whispered, “One never truly knows, does one, love?” They separated. Mistress Sterling took in one last yummy eyeful. MK… Is the kitten mine Jane? “Perhaps.” With that, Jane Smith was off to Pease. The Blachmann Citation X was waiting to deliver Jane back to another life… the senator, Pete and hopefully Natasha…
Catherine went back to sit with MK and, Dani… No fricken way! You did it with her? It had to be a dream. No fricken way that was a dream, stupid. Okay, you-we fricken did it! What?—Frick me, I’m hot for a cougar. Cool your jets kitten; I saw her first remember? It was Valentine’s at that restaurant with your mom and her slut BP—“Huh?”
Dream or no dream, Catherine felt something. She glanced towards, my boots, and twitched. She needed to
be getting off too. Pretty understandable after Friday’s dinner. Meeting the real Miss Wright. She squeezed Dani’s curious hand. Her introduction to Chessex. Learning a few juicy details of the Castle’s and Mistress Sterling’s past. Dani had told her that Miss Jane used to get into the crib and spoon her every night until she fell asleep. Catherine had learned that, just as her own mother had, both Giselle and Danielle’s parents had died on 9/11. Yeah, that weekend was a real eye-opener, for both of them. Yes, just as Miss Christi expected, the weekend had proved both refreshing and awakening. Catherine’s Katrina had awakened, and wanting to be her true self. Only one little problem remained.
This stupid baby outfit. Oh, there was that other matter. Did that slut bitch of yours really drug me? No fucking way! Funny thing was, other than the pink, she didn’t really mind her baby outfit so much anymore. She didn’t look so bad now that she had the stiletto boots. My boots… And, not after seeing those other costumes. Yeah, especially that Daniels chick, bound and ball-gagged. Boy, that dyke sure got off on it. Catherine glanced at her pink baby dress. Pretty harmless, I guess. Her eyes drifted around the room. Pink, pink and more pink. Hey, they changed the portrait. Yeah—Except for the blue eyes, she looks like your mom. More head games. She’d never wear that outfit.
This place is so stupid. Sure wasn’t like any boarding school I’d imagined; if it ever really was a boarding school? It doesn’t matter. The basement, that matters. Dani—on that stripper pole, that wicked matters. Knowing that Dani and Giselle were nearly identical twins, that matters shitloads. Twins, total opposites with the same hot bod, almost. Giselle has hair. That was way-the-fuck better than being one girl with two personalities. Threesome? Shut up—last night. Someone that hot. No way! It had to be—Dani. She must have done Miss Jane and then came and did me. Yeah that’s it, stupid. Yeah, sure, “Dani! You’re fucking dreaming.” Wonder what else is going on in this wicked cool place. Wait—What if it was both! Oh, my fuck! They all want me.
Catherine had expected more from her other self Friday night. I was so ready. I so blew that. I thought for sure it would happen yesterday in that steamy shower. Nothing… She washed my fricken hair. If only Dani would just make another move. And, today? I should of—no time stupid. I wish Dani was more like your BP. My BP? Natasha hadn’t been there. Did she really care about me?
What’s your problem? I bet it’s Superbitch. Maybe. Come on, Cat; that totally hot rubber dominatrix outfit. Rubber… BP… Vinyl… Natasha… Dani… Let MK help—
“Good morning Miss Christi, here’s your new tea.”
“Huh? What?” Shit. MK! I’m dripping wet. Don’t blame me, baby. Catherine snapped out of her damp patch to witness Mommy G flashed her sister a level five dirty look. Giselle stepped past with haste to set the fresh pot and the silver tray on the game table. Back from her forbidden dream, Catherine looked at Miss Christi and mouthed, Think I just figured out what this vinyl’s really for.
“Yes dear, helps keep the cleaning bill down. It was my Katherine’s mother’s idea.”
Out the window, a FedEx Freight truck rolled past.
“Goody! My new Katherine-Katrina doll is here.” Giselle turned to Danielle and shouted, “Mine! Understand, sis!”
Catherine pretended she missed that sisterly exchange and crouched down on her knees to prepare a cup of tea for Miss Christi while Giselle hovered above. She took her time, listening as Miss Christi instructed Giselle to begin work on an entirely new ensemble.
“One more appropriate for a public setting, dear.”
Giselle thought the perversely innocent attire was already most pleasing for any setting. She protested for a bit then had Catherine stand. “Okay, what if, I…” She paused to draw a mental image and continued, “Drop the hem an inch, maybe two. Open the neck with a keyhole. Lose these cutesy sleeves and maybe slash it up a little; here, and maybe, here too.” She paused, turned to Miss Christi and said, “What? Don’t tell me. She doesn’t like pink.” She shook her head. “You two really were made for each other.”
Catherine lifted her head and frowned. “Please. No more pink!”
“Well. I could do it in strawberry red leather? Elaine sent it last week. Tough as nails; soft as butter too. It’ll go great with the boots. Maybe, if I add a zipper or three and a shiny black belt? Very strict! What do ya think Kat?”
Catherine shrugged. “Zippers? Yeah. I like zippers.” She nodded excitedly. “Maybe a little jacket too?”
Miss Christi smiled and instructed Giselle, “Not too short. Remember dear, we want her looking royal, elegant, refined, sexy, not streetwalker slut sexy.” Her eyes met Catherine’s. “Those days are in MK’s past now.”
“Okay, okay! I get it! I have to unpack my new Katherine-Kat doll.” Giselle got all prissy. “I had her made to match the new you exactly. This way I won’t interrupt your tutelage with too many fittings.” She looked to Miss Christi. “Sure you don’t need me to help too?”
Catherine-Kat couldn’t hold it in any longer. “You got a Catherine doll? What? I’m a fricken doll now?” Life-size? “Can I see it?”
“Yes sweetie. Maybe afterward—if Miss Christi says.” Giselle smirked at her sister. “And you can’t steal this one, Dan!”
Catherine swung her mane and then gave, Dan, a questioning look of her own, then whispered, “What’s with her?”
“Put your claws away, sis. You bloody know I didn’t steal her,” insisted Danielle, wishing Giselle would leave before she said or did something they’d all regret.
“Thank you, dear,” said Miss Christi, dousing the flames before they became an inferno. “That will be all for now, sweetie. I’m sure our kitten will behave. Won’t you, my dear?”
All eyes zeroed in on Blachmann’s newest stiletto doll.
“Oh, yes, Miss Christi. Baby Catherine promises to be a good little girl and not act out.” Whoa! Where the fuck did that come from? She handed the prepared cup to Miss Christi and nervously retook her place on the love seat; but not before fluffing her skirts for Giselle’s benefit. “Don’t worry Mommy G, Aunty D is a real good babysitter.” Hey, this mind game shit is kinda fun.
Unlike last week, Catherine chose the side nearest Miss Christi. She pulled her long legs up, hugging them to her chest in an effort to keep warm. She gave Mommy G her best little-girl face. One more fluff should do it. She tossed her pink satin into the air and let it fall with a wave. “Bye-byes, Mommy.”
“Fine! I’ll be in the sewing room. Call out, if you need Mommy.” Giselle gave Catherine one of those, I’m-still-your-mommy-and-you’d-better-be-good-or-else—Mommy Dearest looks before exiting though the doorway connected to the sewing room. It was Giselle’s second most favorite room in the Castle. Since coming to live there with her sister at age twelve, Giselle loved spending hours creating her own fetish fashion designs.
Out in the enclosed porch, Maria looked on as Giselle took the heavy pry bar to the large wooden crate. Inside, was an anatomically correct life-size sex doll. Custom molded, it matched Catherine’s newly fit measurements right down to her oversized clit. Giselle used her dolls as dress mannequins. She liked to play with them too. The new Katherine doll was her fourth. The other three were of, herself/Danielle, KK, and a one-armed princess hidden in the closet that only Miss Christi knew who. When not needed as fashion dummies, the dolls also doubled as teaching aids. Maria helped lift silicone Katherine-Katrina from her repose.
“Run along, Maria. Miss Giselle can’t play today. She has important work to do.”
A gifted seamstress, Giselle was well on her way to becoming a sought after fetish fashion designer. Her preferred mediums included fine leather, vinyl, natural silk as well as satin weave synthetics. Due to Miss Christi’s health concerns, she’d never yet worked with latex. As she laid out the soft patent leather on her workbench, Giselle feared her little one was growing up quickly and would soon leave her Mommy G without a baby. “Refined! I’ll show her bloody refined!” Taking her sharpest shears, she s
lashed away at the ten-thousand-dollar hide. A peaceful bliss rushed through her veins.
That Was Delicious
The Panty Parlor, 12:05 local
Miss Christi set the empty teacup on the table. “That was delicious, dear. Now, tell me about your lifestyle choice?”
“What do you mean?” asked Catherine.
“Do you enjoy being a baby?”
“Oh, yes, Miss Christi.” She fluffed her dress and fidgeted with its hem. In a voice loud enough to be heard in the sewing room, she added, “I soooo love it.”
Giselle shot back, “Mommy knows when someone’s fibbing.” A most unhappy face poked from the doorway.
Catherine put on her best goo-goo face. Mommy G wasn’t buying the act. Giselle frowned and disappeared. The Panty Parlor went deep silent as each strategized the empty game board. “Here,” Catherine handed, “Mum,” a new cup and retook her seat; this time without the fanfare.
“Well, dear, it’s perfectly acceptable if you wish to remain at this level.” Miss Christi paused, blowing waves in her tea. She waited a good minute more before she continued. “If, however, you wish to advance to the next level, complete honesty and trust is required. You do desire to get out of that crib? Do you enjoy wearing that cute little baby dress?”
The kitten looked first to Danielle. Another trick? She slipped back to last night. The crib. She nodded in a circle. Got to take my chances. “Will Dani still tell me bedtime stories?”
Miss Christi pressed, “Do you understand me, Miss Black?”
“Yeah, I get it.” She clued up, dropped the baby face, and turned to “Dani, I mean, yes, Miss Wright. I’ll try a little harder.” She turned back to face Miss Christi. “I promise. Okay?”
“Splendid! Well done my dear.”
“Yeah. Easy for you to say.” She felt something warming her thigh. I feel better already.
