Becoming Kitty

by JJ Argus

  Then she smiled and sort of petted my hair.

  “It's to help exercise your tongue, you see,” she said.

  Then she left, and I heard her going up the stairs.

  I looked at the milk on the floor, and then back at where she'd left, feeling another swirling mixture of emotions and thoughts. That, of course, included indignation and resentment, as well as rebelliousness. Lick the floor!? Was she kidding!?

  But I was sure it hadn't been her idea. It was that bitch Kathleen! So I could either do it or get a strapping and then have to do it, or just get dressed and leave, which was really not much of an option.

  Or so I told myself. I told myself that often. And I know it was partly because I didn't want to admit, even to myself, the deep sense of eager, excited fascination this kinky game held for me.

  My tongue still ached, and felt swollen, but it didn't seem to be cut or anything. I reluctantly eased down onto my forearms, then lowered myself more, so that my breasts pressed against the floor as I began to lick the milk off the tiles.

  I hoped the damn floor had been cleaned before! At least, I didn't taste anything, really, except milk. So my tongue flicked out again and again, licking at the milk, feeling irritable, rebellious, resentful and indignant, with a strong undercurrent of weird, dark arousal.

  “Is that what you were taught?”

  I gasped at the sudden sharp question, jerking my head up and around to see Kathleen standing in the doorway, arms folded across her chest as she glowered at me.

  I almost answered, but then snapped my lips together.

  “A slut does not lay on her lazy belly,” she said. “Get your ass in the air!”

  I raised my hips up on my knees a bit anxiously. The truth was Kathleen had always kind of intimidated me, and never more than lately!

  “Legs apart!”

  I shifted my knees apart, suddenly noticing the crop in her hand.

  “Now lick, slut!”

  I continued licking, only now, of course, my breasts pressed more heavily against the floor, and my bottom was raised high.

  I jerked as the crop slid between my thighs, then began to rub up and down slowly across my clitoris.

  “We'll make you into a proper little sex toy in no time,” she said with a sneer.

  Bitch, I thought.

  There was a sudden movement and I turned my head a bit to see Erin coming in.

  “Oh, hi, Mom,” she said.

  “You have to constantly remind her what she is, Erin,” Kathleen said. “She should always be positioned ready for sex, like this. Her legs should always be spread. She should always be presented to any casual observer as an available sexual toy for their use.”

  “Oh, okay,” Erin said. “I'll see to it.”

  “Don't go easy on her. Beat her into submission.”

  I felt a jolt of anxiety at the words.

  “She seems fairly obedient,” Erin said.

  “We don't want her fairly obedient. We want her totally submissive. Take her outside after this. Train her like a little blonde bitch in heat should be trained. And don't spare the crop. It's how they learn.”

  Their voices faded as they went into the other room, and I kept licking at the floor. My tongue was getting kind of tired, to be honest. I suppose if this was their idea of exercise it was working.

  Then they returned, with objects in their hands. I raised my head and started to turn it, only to get the crop across my bottom with as tinging blow.

  “Get back to your job, slut,” Kathleen snapped.

  I gasped and hurriedly put my tongue back onto the floor.

  “These first,” I heard her voice said.

  Something pressed against my sex, something round and hard and kind of... not metallic exactly, almost like stone, except it was so smooth. It pushed into me and the lips of my sex closed behind it. It was a ball, like a golf ball but a little bigger. It was definitely a ball, though, and another one pushed in right behind it!

  I continued to lick as the second ball pushed entirely inside me, clicking against the first a little. Then a third ball pushed in after the second, of course, pushing the other two deeper within my belly. I thought a fourth was being pushed in, but it turned out to be something a little different.

  This was thicker, and my body strained to allow it through, stretching and aching until the thing pushed in, forcing the balls deeper. Then it was entirely – not quite, but almost entirely inside me. I could feel something slender pushing out past it, curving up and around against the outside of my sex near the top.

  What were these perverts doing!?

  Something thick pushed into my bottom, then, and then I felt something soft dangling down from it against my thighs.

  I licked the last of the milk up, at least, what was visible. The floor sure wasn't clean, though, since my tongue was very milky and was just kind of, you know, continuing to make the floor wet. But Kathleen tugged sharply on my collar and lifted me up and back onto my heels as I gurgled, off balance.

  I looked down between my legs and saw what looked like a sort of thick paper clip curving up and out from my sex. It was pressing back strongly against me, as if it were on a spring or something, and it framed my clitoris neatly as it pressed against my flesh.

  Erin attached the leash to the collar again, then led me out through the door and then up the stairs. I winced as I crawled on the stone floor, but then we reached the finished part of the basement, where the carpet was thick, and I climbed up the stairs with them following.

  It was clear that the thing in my ass was a sort of plug from which a thick mass of what was supposed to be a tail dangled – a blonde tail.

  What kinky bitches!

  Erin led me out onto the deck, then onto the grass, for which my knees were very thankful. I blushed anew, though, being naked in the bright light of day. Both of them were fully dressed. Kathleen was in jeans and a blouse, while Erin was still all in black leather.

  “Position, face down, ass up,” Kathleen barked.

  I quickly complied, and felt her fingers at my sex, then the pushed between my pussy lips, and pressed against the base of that fat thing they'd inserted. A moment later it started to buzz, and that paperclip thing pressed against me, around my clitoris, started to buzz.

  “Now you're going to learn how to obey an order instantly,” Kathleen said, holding up a crop.

  I gulped nervously as she said something to Erin, who nodded.

  “Kitty, stand up straight,” Erin said firmly.

  I hesitated a moment, which was weird, when you think about it. It was the idea of standing up which made me uncertain. I hadn't been standing up in a while.”

  I yelped as Kathleen brought her crop down against my bottom, and then leapt hurriedly to my feet.

  “Straight!” she barked, slashing it across my bottom again. “That means head forward, shoulders back, chest out, legs together!”

  I quickly stood as she wanted, pulse racing.

  “I think we should show her the positions first, mother,” Erin said.

  “She should know what stand up straight means,” Kathleen growled.

  “You said yourself she's only a blonde,” Erin said.

  She turned to me. “We're going to have you shift from one position to another, Kitty. You have to do it very quickly. Nod your head if you understand.”

  I nodded my head slowly, anxiously.

  She gripped my collar.

  “Kneel upright,” she said, pushing down.

  I lowered myself to my knees, but not sitting down on my heels.

  “Clasp one wrist with the other behind your back and make sure your chest is out,” she said.

  I obeyed nervously, and she tugged on my hair a little to pull my head back.

  The thing between my legs continued to buzz around my clitoris, and the thing inside me was sort of buzzing too, which was resonating against those balls that had been pushed into me. What was more, every time I moved the balls seemed to sort
of shift and clink together inside me!

  “When you're told to present, in any position, you arch your back hard and interlace your fingers behind your neck,” Erin said, sort of petting my hair again. “Now present.”

  I drew my hands up and back behind my neck, arching my back and drawing my head back.

  “Good Kitty,” she said. “Now sit on your heels.”

  I sank down on my heels, hands still behind my neck, back still arched, and spread my knees wide almost automatically.

  “Good Kitty,” she said, patting my head again. “Now position for being mounted. You know that one.”

  I did, of course. I dropped forward, bottom raising high, belly drawn in against my thighs as much as I could, arms out to the sides.

  “Good Kitty,” she said.

  “Slut,” Kathleen muttered.

  “Now roll over and pull your knees back.”

  I wasn't sure what she wanted here, but I rolled onto my back and then drew my knees back against my chest.

  “Slide your hands under your legs, and then pull your ankles back as far as you can,” Erin said. “And spread your legs, of course. This is called the 'show me' position.”

  There were more. The next one had me standing up, legs together, bent over with my arms around my legs. Then there was the one on my back, with my ankles next to my hips gripped by my hands, and my back arched sharply. Then the pretzel, which had me, with Erin's help, forcing first one ankle, then the other, back over my shoulder and behind my neck as I lay on the grass!

  It was all very perverted and the poses were all very sexual, and that... clip kept buzzing between my legs, and those weird balls kept clinking and trembling inside me! My insides were growing hotter and my mind was filling with more dark sexual arousal with every passing minute.

  And then Kathleen and Erin barked out positions, and I had to switch rapidly, instantly, from one to another. Any hesitation or mistake, and I made lots, got me a sharp, stinging blow from the crop Kathleen held, or the thin, short flog Erin had! My skin began to get pink and hot and sore everywhere, for they didn't just aim at my bottom!

  My heart was soon pounding, my pulse racing, and my breathing getting ragged as I threw myself frantically from one pose to another to another! It was hard work, too, jumping up and then kneel, twisting and rolling and up and down, again and again! I was starting to perspire in the sun!

  The blows stung, and while stinging wasn't exactly agony the blows kept coming! Erin's voice barked out a new change of position the instant I had achieved the last one, and neither hesitated for a second to make me wince and gasp and moan with their crop and flog!

  I was starting to really get stressed out and wild from the exhaustion and pain but for some reason it didn't even occur to me to refuse or demand they stop.

  They let me catch my breath for a few minutes while I was in the belly down, bottom up position, then took me to the pool.

  Erin had me open my mouth and then she slid a dildo into my mouth, pushing it into my throat.

  “Grip the base with your teeth,” she ordered, removing her fingers. “Now bring it to mother.”

  Kathleen was on the other side of the pool. I started to rise but Erin pulled me back down.

  “Go through the pool. Dog paddle only,” she said.

  I moaned around the dildo, hardly able to breath, but crawled to the pool, dove awkwardly in (more like fell in) and then dog paddled across to the other side. There I climbed out and crawled to her. She took the dildo and slid it out of my throat and mouth, which let me gulp in ragged breaths of air as she rubbed it across my face.

  “I know you love cock, you slutty little blonde,” she said.

  She slid the dildo back into my mouth, back into my throat, then turned me around and sent me back to Erin. I dove into the pool again, dog paddled across, climbed out, and knelt before her, trembling a little as she pulled the dildo out of me and rubbed it over my face.

  “What a slutty little girl,” she said in a teasing voice.

  She pushed it back in and sent me back to her mother, who sent me back to her again.

  While I had been gone she had pulled leather straps on over her leather trousers, and pulled the dildo out a little way, enough to clip the base to them.

  “Hands at your sides, Kitty,” she said.

  I dropped my trembling arms and she began to pump the dildo in and out of my open mouth as I knelt there, moaning weakly around it. She slid it deep into my throat several times, holding me firmly against her, my lips jammed against her groin. Then she pulled out, put me in position, belly down, bottom up, pulled the tail thing out of my ass, and sodomized me hard and fast and deep.

  You might have thought that wouldn't do much for me, but it did. That clip thing continued to buzz, and my body was thrumming in response, especially with my belly filled with those strange clinking stone balls.

  She put her foot on my head again, her hips slapping against my buttocks, ramming the dildo into my ass until I came violently, then called me a good Kitty again.

  Chapter Eight

  I was sort of sitting on a ledge. It was not much over a foot wide or long, and attached to one of the ceiling beams. And calling it 'sitting' was inaccurate insofar as it went. I was propped on it, with my back to the ceiling beam and my ankles lifted up and back and strapped to the sides of the beam above my head.

  A strap around my throat pinned my neck to the beam, while my wrists were locked together down and behind it. There was a dildo in my pussy and another in my ass, and Erin and Kathleen were sitting on a pair of stools in front of me.

  “Pay attention, slut!” Kathleen growled at me.

  I had the ball gag in my mouth, so it wasn't like I could have answered.

  Kathleen leaned forward and blew air on my swollen clitoris. Then her tongue licked circles around it! Her hands began to caress my buttocks as her tongue angled in and across my clitoris, and then she was lapping at me with long, strong licks of her tongue as Erin and I watched.

  I moaned and writhed helplessly, for I had never been subjected to tonguing for long, and certainly never by someone who was so intent on her work! I was sopping wet, and my insides were horribly overheated as Kathleen continued to use my body as a demonstration subject to teach me how to please women!

  I had already come several times as she worked on me, licking, sucking and massaging my clitoris with her lips and tongue and mouth, and now groaned as she drew back and Erin took over. Erin's tonguing was more interested, that is, less clinical, less like a teacher, and more like someone who wanted to drive me crazy!

  And she did!

  She paused to giggle. “I love how responsive she is.”

  “She's a blonde, of course she's responsive,” Kathleen said. “They live and breath sex. It's all they really care about. It's all they're really good at.”

  She drew the dildo out and then slid another into me, even thicker. I groaned weakly, the lips of my sex stretching. I was wet, and the dildos were lubed, but it was still a tight fit! But it felt... incredible inside me! I was so full! And with Erin sucking on my clitoris my body began to tremble and shake in the prelude to another intense orgasm!

  It hit, and I cried out, again and again, trembling violently as my internal muscles squeezed down around the big dildo and my body thrashed and shook against the bonds holding it in place!

  It was so good! It was soooo gooood!

  And it left me dazed and gasping, slumped bonelessly, eyes slitted as Erin drew back with a small giggle.

  “Now to put the punctuation mark on the lesson and make sure she doesn't forget it,” Kathleen said. “Do it as I showed you.”

  Erin drew the big dildo out of me, then slid three fingers in to take its place, twisting and turning them as she bent to take long, slow licks across my quivering clitoris. The three became four, sliding in and out, turning and twisting easily amid the steaming, exhausted flesh of my sex. I groaned weakly, eyes fluttering, as she began to bring her thu
mb in against my clitoris.

  Her head drew back, and the two women studied me intently as Erin's fingers twisted and pumped slowly, her thumb stroking and caressing my clitoris. Erin was, as I've said, a small girl, petite, and her hand reflected that.

  But even so, when she drew the thumb back and formed a wedge with her other fingers, then pushed slowly forward, the lips of my sex began to stretch wider and wider. I moaned as

  her knuckles ground against me again and again, her hand pulling back, then pushing forward, grinding, twisting, turning, pulling back, then pushing forward.

  The pressure grew stronger, the ache more pronounced as my opening stretched, and then I gasped, shocked suddenly, as her knuckles slid through and into my body! It was easier then, for the heel of her hand to follow, and I felt a wild wave of astonishment, fear, alarm, and then a seething heat as her entire hand passed into me!

  I could feel it inside me! It was thick and hard, but soft at the same time, the fingers wriggling around inside my body! I trembled and jerked against the restraints, moaning, whimpering and staring, bug-eyed, as her hand turned slowly in one direction, then back and into the other.

  Her other hand moved up and her fingers began to rub my clitoris, and the first hand pushed in even deeper! I could feel the individual fingers touching the inside of my sex, stroking against the tight, elastic walls! Then, slowly, one by one, they pressed out, hard, as they bent and curled in together to form a fist inside me!

  Oh! My! God!

  The fist turned slowly from side to side, drawing back a little, pushing forward a little, but always moving deeper. I stared down at where her wrist had already disappeared inside me, and now part of her forearm had followed!

  I trembled and shook, and then Kathleen handed her a vibrator, one of the powerful plug-in ones. Erin turned it on and pressed it against my clitoris, as her fist began to move in and out with more force, driving deep, deep inside me!

  An orgasm tore through me like none I'd ever experienced! I was stunned by the force of it, my mind overwhelmed by a howling storm of sensations as my body shook violently! The orgasm seemed to have no end, as I screamed out all the air in my lungs, then began a ragged series of cries and screams with every ragged breath I took!