The Training of Pixie Pt. 13
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 lube in and bring it to Miss Penny, added an exquisite touch to the humiliation, and also to the intense pleasure which I got from pleasing Princess Bella (as I always thought of her). But turning, resting my head on the floor and presenting my raised arse and then pulling my cheeks apart knowing what they could see, well that was the point at which humiliation passed into degradation. I just hoped that my arsehole was clean.
Hearing Princess Bella tell Miss Penny why Dame Suzie had told her to ask her permission, sent shivers of pleasure through me, making my clit tingle when she said she "owned" me. I had so wanted to be owned.
"Spit on her arsehole, Penny, hawk and spit!"
Penny was as good as Dame Suzie's words, and I felt a gob of her spit land right on my puckered hole.
"Now lube it."
I moaned as I felt Penny's index finger rimming my tender arsehole, the lube wet and gooey.
"What do you say Mama-kitten?"
I responded at once to my owner's implied criticism:
"Thank you for lubricating my arsehole Miss Penny."
"Do you like it Mama-kitten? Tell them, tell them what a dirty little perv you are for your Owner."
The in-rushing tide of humiliation turned into a tsunami of degradation as, abandoning any restraint, I tried to please Princess Bella.
"Oh please, Miss Penny, push that tail-plug up my arsehole, I am an anal slut and need my arse filling. I am Princess Bella's kitten and I need my tail, please, please, please!"
As Bella uttered the words:
"Good girl", I almost came.
I moaned loudly as I felt the plug press against my arsehole, trying to relax my sphincter muscle to make it easier - but there is always that resistance to anything going into a hole designed for exiting only. I felt Miss Penny twisting and pushing, and pushed back - feeling my arsehole stretched and then - fuck - I was full. I knew what my Princess wanted and needed no instruction.
I wagged my tail happily.
"You have her well-trained, Bella," I heard Dame Suzy say.
"Oh you!" she expostulated, "she was already pretty much trained, I can't take credit for it."
"On the contrary", Dame Suzie said, "it may have been there, but you brought it out."
I knew Bella would be blushing. Oh my Princess, I thought, if only you knew!
But of course, how could she know? How could any of us have predicted this?
I had noticed Bella from the first day. I know she thought, probably still thinks, that it was her tits which attracted me. She'd have every excuse for thinking that. They are not only big, 38E - as large as any I had ever seen. They were perfectly formed, her generous nipples made for sucking on. But Bella would have been wrong in thinking that was why I wanted her. Works of art though her tits undoubtedly were, it was her smile and her kindness which first drew me to her.
Bella was one of those quiet, unobtrusive people who make the world a better place to be in. She was a natural carer in the sense she noticed if things were wrong, or people uncomfortable, and she tried to help. When I'd first pointed it out to her on the second day when one of the participants had needed some medicines, she shrugged her shoulders (which gave me a wonderful view of those tits in motion) and said, as she often would:
"Any decent person would have done the same."
I pointed out that offering to go into town to get the pills was above and beyond, but she simply blushed. I think that was the moment I fell for her.
Things had escalated fast, but given how little free time I had, that was essential for me. I would like to have played it slowly, not least because of Bella herself, but time did not give me that luxury.
I had got up early to make sure I saw her. I had found spaces in the day to ensure we could speak, then, after that afternoon with Abby, it happened.
Exhausted, but on the highest of highs after what we had done, I was pumping adrenaline, and while I had orgasmed, my libido was working overtime.
On my way back to my room I had, literally, bumped into Bella who was rushing round a corner.
"Oh, so sorry Pixie, I am such a klutz!"
As my face was literally pushed into her cleavage I looked up and said with a smile:
"I am not complaining!"
"What's that smell?"
I blushed.
"You look cute when you blush", Bella had said, blushing herself.
"If you must know", I giggled, "it's pee and pussy!"
Bella looked at me.
"Do you need a shower? You can't go about the campus smelling like that."
I let Bella guide me to the showers the staff used. Of course, I could have gone to my room and showered, but Penny would have been there and I would have been swallowed up by her and the evening. This way I could get the time with Bella I needed.
"Sorry these are the old-fashioned sort with no privacy, Pixie, but I'm happy to leave you to it. I'll get some towels."
"What if I want you to stay?"
Bella had looked startled. But before she could say anything, I'd taken off my uniform, revealing I was naked underneath, and plunged into the shower. I was delighted to note that she had stayed.
I stood under the slightly tepid shower, washing away the scent of my afternoon's play, and as I washed between my thighs, I trembled as I realised that my clit was tingling with the thought of Bella watching me.
"You are so cute, Pixie."
Through the noise of the water I thanked her for the compliment.
I was disappointed when she went, but correspondingly relieved when she came straight back with two big towels.
I stepped out into them - and her arms.
As she dried me, I nuzzled my wet head between her heavy breasts. Passion seemed to overcome us both, and before either of us could draw a breathe, I was sucking on her thick dark pink nipples and kneading her breasts, pulling them away from their bra cups.
Her response to my sucking and playing drove me forward, as she was so obviously aroused. Sucking each nipple alternately, drawing each of them out to their full length and grazing them with my teeth. I slid my hand up her skirt, pulling her knickers to one side so I could finger her cunt, which was wet and sticky.
Usually I like to take time, the more of it the better, but that first time with Bella was fuelled by a fire so urgent that our passion was hotter than any furnace. Her cunt was as wet as mine, and I curled two crossed fingers in and began to fuck her, biting on her nipples. She groaned and gripped me tight. In what seemed no time, she came with a huge shuddering orgasm which I thought would never end.
We ended up in her room, lying together and just holding each other.
As Bella recovered, she had seemed almost frightened of what had happened, as though somehow, as she put it, I was so out of her league that it amounted to an act of violation against the natural order of things.
I did not disturb the silences between her expressions of unworthiness. But I did kiss her and hug her a lot. Eventually I pulled her into the crook of my arm and snuggled her to me.
She cried, so I comforted her.
"Mmm, that's nice," she had murmured.
"It's odd", she commented at one point, "looking at us anyone would think I was the older one, I am taller and in the tit department ... ."
She giggled adorably.
"But you snuggle me like a Mama does. I like that."
I purred as I snuggled her, stroking her hair.
"Oh", she giggled, "my Mama is a kitten too."
We talked for ages as the long early summer evening darkened, sending shadows across the room.
I knew then.
Before I left, I had told her that I thought she was special. I kissed her and found myself not wanting to go.
"What is it Mama Pixie?"
"What is what?" I asked.
"Are you telling me you, of all people, are lost for words?"
She made me laugh.
"I am not sure they are ones you want to hear, and I am almost frightened of saying them in case they shatter this fragile but precious moment."
"Spit it out Pix!"
"Oh", I giggled, "I do like it when you tell me to do things. Must I?"
Bella was quick, and something in her processed the inner meaning I scarcely dared admit.
"Yes, Mama-kitten, tell your Princess."
"I want to be yours."
Bella had looked stumped.
"What?!"
"You asked, I told you. I want to belong to you."
"That's, well, why? What?"
I appreciated her bafflement, but she had asked, and at that moment what had been simmering in me almost since i first saw her, bubbled over.
"But you are my Mama-kitten", she smiled, "how can you belong to me? Anyway, what about Dame Suzie?"
"Even Mama-kittens need owners", I replied, "and on Suzie, I just don't know. But I do know I want to be yours."
We had kissed and left it at that and said we'd talk in the morning.
And that, dear reader, was how I ended up with a plug in my arse.
As soon as Miss Ross had announced that we could have "downtime" I had dashed back to my room to change into one of my favourite outfits - don't judge - I love Tinkerbell and always have, and I adore my tee-shirt with her on it.
On my way to find Bella, I had bumped into Dame Suzie.
"Pixie, I have been talking with Bella. She is in my bedroom - go there now!"
I blushed.
"You Do look cute when you blush. We both agree on that. But Pixie, seriously, I am happy for you."
I looked at her.
"We both know that what you feel for me is not what I really want or what you need. Bella could be the latter, and you could be what she needs."
"You, you're not disappointed in me?"
I stammered a little. Secretly relieved, but I was also worried about what this could mean for the job prospects. Suzie always was a mind-reader when it came to me:
"And of course, this has no effect on that promotion you are going to get."
When I got to Dame Suzie's room I was surprised, not to see Bella, but by what she was wearing and her demeanour.
Dame Suzie, or at least I assumed it was her, had kitted Bella out in the most stunning outfit which combined Princess and slut in equal proportions to make the most erotic dish. Bella's big, heavy tits were covered, if that's the word for something which barely did that, by a stretchy pink top which showed a lot of under-boob and her hard nipples. It left her smooth tummy bare, and her pretty white pleated skirt just about did duty as a wide belt, leaving just the essentials to the imagination. Her hair was gathered into two bunches and she looked utterly adorable.
"You like, Mama Pixie?"
"Ooh I like a whole lot!"
I did indeed. I could sense my nipples harden, and between my legs felt a familiar tingle.
"Mama Pixie, you want to be mine still?"
She looked at me, smiling.
"More than anything!" I responded eagerly.
"What will you do to attain that status?"
"Anything!"
"Take care, Mama kitten. That is a big word. You must have limits."
"Of course, Princess. But as I love you, and if you love me, you won't go there, but yes, let me say so you know."
She smiled.
"Good, because once I know them and accept them, you will indeed have to do as I tell you, because I will own you. But let's hear it."
"I hate pain, can't bear it. Spanking is fine, even the occasional caning, but nothing which scars or draws blood, indeed nothing that alters my appearance."
"What?" she giggled, "not even a boob job?"
I laughed too. She was getting it. I loved comments on my lack of boobage, and felt my pussy moisten as she talked.
"Especially not a boob job, there can only be one Miss Big Tits in this relationship!"
"Other stuff, Mama?"
"Sure, no men, no animals, and I am not madly keen on the sort of bdsm which appears in so much male-view porn. I am a lesbian and love women."
"Speaking of that," Bella almost hesitated, "how is that going to work if I own you?"
I blushed.
"Well I have one or two regular lovers who have other lovers, and I hope that you might allow that, but I realise it is up to you."
Bella smiled.
"As though I would be mean to my Mama, of course you could. Just no new ones, is that okay? And what about me?"
"Thank you Princess, and of course, if you want to share them, I am sure they would be delighted. You? Well you are my owner and can do as you wish. I trust you and want only what makes you happy."
"Oh Mama Pixie!"
She drew me deep between her breasts and hugged me. I thought my heart would break, it swelled so much. I could feel her heart beating.
Pulling me back, she looked into my eyes.
"In that case, YES! Now strip!"
I don't think I have ever got out of my clothes so fast. I suppose I should have done a sexy strip-teas, but I just wanted to be naked for her.
"Hold you hair up Mama."
I held it up, and to my delight, she placed a pretty pink collar around my neck. It felt so right.
"You seem happy Mama?"
I looked at her beautiful smiling face:
"Oh I am, Princess!"
"MY Mama!"
I swooned inwardly. This was what I wanted.
"Now some kitten ears!"
They were adorable, and I put the headband on shyly.
"Oh Mama-kitten looks so cute."
That was the point at which I heard Suzie's voice calling Bella in. And that, dear reader, is how I came to be kneeling submissively looking at Miss Penny's wet patch and up Dame Suzie's kimono, with my owner, Bella, holding me on a leash.
"She does look so adorable," Dame Suzie smiled.
"You know what to do, kitten, do it!"
At Bella's instruction, I parted Dame Suzie's thighs, revealing her trimmed pussy, and began to lick her outer lips.
"Good girl." With Bella's endorsement in my ears, I set about doing what was necessary.
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