The Training of Pixie Pt. 13

Katie was as cute as a bug, for lack of a better way to put it. She was 5'4, small breasted, and heavily animated in conversation. She'd come to the big city from Missouri, originally, but retained no identifying accent or much in the ways of cultural markers. It's very common these days if you're white and raised middle class to be the voice from nowhere. In listening to her talk, she could have literally been from anywhere in America. She looked a little like a younger Maggie Gyllenhaal, if she'd been a few inches shorter and of a slightly smaller build. She exuded a girl-next-door charm and was pleasant and chatty to almost everyone. I got the feeling that she was a little lazy when it came to beautifying herself and keeping her personal space clean. She'd noted to our group of friends that she'd had to move to a new apartment in the area recently and had mentioned, with a typical smile on her face, that showing off the apartment to inquirers meant she

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Miss Penny's report outlines some of how we all reached the point where I was presenting my open arsehole to her and Dame Suzie at the instruction of my owner, Bella, but stops there. It is my duty to continue it. Even reflecting now, a blush comes to my cheeks. There is a fine line for a submissive between humiliation, which on the whole is what we crave, and degradation, which some of us crave, but also fear. As I have explained to Bella, that moment would be where I would fix the line. Crawling into the room on a leash wearing nothing but my kitten ears and a collar, my hair dyed pink was humiliating. Miss Penny and Dame Suzie seeing me like that pushed the notch up several degrees. From my position on all fours, I could see that Miss Penny's knickers had a wet spot, and that underneath her kimono, Dame Suzie had no knickers on. I was close enough to smell their scent and know what, or rather who, it was inspired it. Being told by my owner to get the bag with the tail and l