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I was not sorry to bid farewell to Adolf. I reminded myself to have a word with Archie. Whatever the carnal attraction he felt for the tall, blond German, there really had to be a limit; for me Adolf lay beyond it. Already, as I think back, the political had begun to invade the personal sphere; and that was in 1932.

As I looked back at them, I wondered what was next? That was only one of a number of thoughts which jostled to get through my mind. What had always been private, or at least confined to that space, was now about to become public. Of course the chances of anyone knowing who this diminutive woman on a lead was were tiny, not least since Bella’s restyling of my hair. Nonetheless, some boundary which had already been skirted, was about to be crossed. At the moment we entered the women-only part of the Kit Kat Klub, only Bella and I knew that I was wearing no underwear, and that my pussy had been shaved. I had a feeling that was about to change.

The room was not crowded, but the lighting was low, and the smoke added to the effect of it being a place of the twilight where license might hold sway.

Where, in the mixed-room the waitresses had preserved a modicum of decency, here they were all bare-breasted, and had clearly been chosen, at least in part, for their endowments. The one who showed us to our table had breasts nearly the size of Bella’s, and they hung, invitingly at about my eye-level. She was wearing, as the others were, the shortest of skirts possible, just enough to hide her pussy, but not her arse cheeks as she walked away.

“Pixie, I want you to slide your dress up so your bare butt is on the seat.”

I hesitated, so I felt Val lift it, exposing my bald pussy and bare arse.

“Sit, and keep your legs open.”

Grateful for the cover the table provided, I obeyed with alacrity.

“Will you see if the room is ready. Val?”

“Of course Miss Bella, let me hand you the lead.”

Bella smiled at me.

“Nervous, little one? I guess it would be hard not to be. Trust me. Trust is at the basis of all good relationships Pixie. If you ever say ‘no’ then I will end what I am doing. If you say it twice, then you and I will need a conversation, because it will mean I shall need to recalibrate. My job is to take you to places where I think you would want to go, but do not want to take responsibility for going.”

I nodded. She was right. There were things I wanted to try, things which had neither names nor even detail, just incoherent fragmentary erotic thoughts which flashed up in moments of arousal. If I could attach no names or shape to them, how could I expect Bella so to do? Yet that was our task.

Val, who was stunningly dressed in a tight trouser-suit made of leather, which emphasised her curves, returned smiling.

“Ready, Miss Bella.”

“Let’s go. Take her.”

Bella handed Val the lead, and as I got up to pull my dress down, Val pushed me to the floor.

“Leave it!”

So it was that I found myself crawling across the floor with my bare arse showing,

I was not the only one. All around were women in various stages of undress. I noticed some were behaving like bitches and sniffing each other’s backsides. That made me wet.

Within minutes bartın escort we were into a more private space.

“Stand!”

I stood, hoping that my dress would fall of its own accord, not least since there were two other women in the room.

One of them was a striking blonde, not much taller than me, I’d put her at five foot five (I was not far out, she was five four). She was heavily tattooed. I had never seen anyone like her. Her blonde hair was cut short, and she had what looked like nose studs and rings. Her figure was much fuller than mine, her breasts, barely held in by a red basque, were threatening to overflow. She wore what looked like leather shorts which emphasised her full hips and arse. But what struck me most was that she appeared to have a male thing in her groin. I could see it was attached to her with a leather harness, and it gave her a dominant air.

“This”, said Bella, is Miss Kurzer Dëmon, and on the floor next to her is Muschikatzen, her kitten.”

Facing me was the cutest little thing I think I had ever seen. The young woman was in her twenties, I judged, and she was entirely naked except for a headband from which sprouted two kitten ears. As she crawled towards me, I could see that she had a tail. She came right up to me and began to lick my face. It felt strange, but not unpleasant. She pulled away, and I took from the look on her face an invitation to imitate her – so I did. As I did she giggled delightfully, and purred.

“Seems my kitten likes yours, Bella”, said Miss Kurzer.

“Looks mutual. Shall we get mine prepared? Do you think your kitten would like to help?”

“I can think of one area where she could be invaluable. Yours ever had a tail?”

This talking about me as though I was not there was, I realised, a great deal more arousing when it was two dominant women doing it.

“No, and if katzen could help it would be great. Val, get our kitten undressed.

Val pulled my dress off me, leaving me kneeling, naked.

“My she IS a little thing, isn’t she Bella? Never saw a pair that tiny before. Puss, prep her asshole.”

And with that, Miss Kurzer’s kitten began to sniff my bottom, her soft tongue licking my arse cheeks. As she did, I opened my legs wider. Miss Kurzer knelt in front of me, patting my head and stroking my hair.

“You sure are the cutest little pet, I think you and my lil katzen will make a perfect pair. Now then kitten, I want you to make my girl-cock nice and wet because it is going somewhere that needs to be wet.”

I felt myself blush. This was not something I had ever done, though I understood from some of my female friends that it was something some of their husbands and lover enjoyed. Not wanting to shame my Mistress in front of another, opened my mouth and began to suck on the tip, before, lavishing it with my tongue first, I took it inch by inch into my mouth.

As I did that, tasting the leather, I felt little katzen’s tongue rimming my arsehole. Oh golly, that set me off. I used to love teasing Annie’s arsehole, and realised why she had enjoyed it so much. It was not just the taboo element, or the feeling that it was “dirty”, it was both, plus those nerve endings there.

Katzen knew bartın escort bayan how to use that tongue. I felt her part my arse cheeks and lick vigorously. Then she stopped and I heard the noise of spitting, before feeling a gob of saliva strike my arsehole and begin to drip down. It was followed by two more.

The more my arsehole tingled, the greater relish I brought to the girl-cock attached to Miss Kurzer. She gripped my head, and slowly and carefully, pushed it further, just short of the back of my throat. My nose was against her shaved mound. I could smell her arousal. I felt another set of hands on mine and realised they were Val’s. She was applying her oral skills to Miss Kurzer’s arse. Momentarily I wondered where Bella was, but that stray thought was dismissed as the girl-cock began to move in and out, in time with katzen’s tongue doing the same to my arse. I was dripping.

Miss Kurzer pushed away from me onto Val’s probing tongue.

“Oh fuck, Bella, your other pet is so skilful. Katzen, is that kitten’s arse wet and ready?”

I heard a purring sound.

“Yes Miss, very wet, very drippy. She’s a lil slut like me.”

“Okay Val. Stop for a moment. Katzen, get the other tail. Kitten, I want your head down and your ass high.”

I obliged.

I felt Bella’s hands on my arse cheeks parting them.

“Hold her open, Val. Katzen, one more spit.”

I felt another gob of spit land.

“Now suck the plug katzen.”

I could hear the relish with which katzen sucked. Then, as the sound stopped, I could feel something wet against my arsehole. Bella applied firm and steady pressure. For a moment I felt like I might scream as my arsehole reminded me that the usual traffic direction was one way, and not the way the tail was going. Then I grunted as it pushed though my muscle; there was a momentary pain followed by the feeling of being full there. I could feel in hanging down between my thighs.

“Now the kitten ears.”

Bella’s command seemed to have been aimed at Val, as it was she who did the deed.

“Oh don’t they just look the cutest pair?”

Miss Kurzer seemed pleased.

“Play, kittens”, said Bella.

Katchen nuzzled my face with hers, and I licked her pretty face. She sniffed at my bottom and I followed suite. Her tits were more developed than mine, and so swayed as she crawled. She made me feel so aroused that suddenly, it was as though whatever barriers were preventing me from surrendering myself to the feelings coursing through me suddenly collapsed.

I sniffed her arse and then licked it. Clearly liking what I was doing, katchen lowered her head and raised her bottom, opening her legs. Lost to shame, I licked under her tail.

“You may take her tail out with your mouth, kitten, as long as you replace it with your tongue.”

Miss Kurzer’s invitation needed no repeating. Gripping her tail, my paws on her bum cheeks, I tugged until the tail popped out. Dropping it on the floor I devoured her arsehole, licking it. Katchen pushed back. I licked down her wetness, flicking her engorged clit as she dripped onto me.

I felt my own tail, so recently stuffed into my arse, pulled out. Val moved me in line with katchen. escort bartın She was in ecstasy and purred at me.

“Thank you”, she whispered.

Then she was pushed forward, and I felt something hard between my swollen lips and then moaned as someone, I assumed Bella, began to push into me. Katchen kissed me as our Mistresses fucked us both. She only broke off when her orgasm overwhelmed her.

The sensation of being fucked from behind at the same time as katchen had me wanting to join her orgasmic state, but I knew better. Suddenly my pussy felt empty and bereft.

“Clean up your fellow kitten, Pixie!”

Lost in a fog of erotic longing, I did so. Katchen’s cunt cream was thick around her lips and upper thighs, and I lovingly licked every drop up as the little thing moaned softly. As I finished I glanced to my side, where Val was being mounted by Bella. She was on all fours, cleaning Miss Kurzer’s girl-cock of katchen’s goo.

“Cuddle, cuddle”, katchen whispered, licking my face. Lying on her side she pulled me to her breasts and I snugged into her as we watched Val with our Mistresses. Then, as Bella’s big, heavy tits swayed because of the vigour with which she was fucking Val, katchen left me and, getting behind Bella, began to lick her. Val collapsed, moaning in her orgasm. Miss Kurzer nodded and beckoned to me.

I crawled to her as she unstrapped her girl-cock. She opened her thighs and, gripping my hair, pulled me into her sopping wetness. She smelt stronger than katchen, there was an earthy, pungent quality to her juices which I loved. I tried to lick her, but essentially she just wanted to bring herself off against my face. As she came I heard a noise which sounded like Bella’s orgasm.

Miss Kurzer held my face to her pussy as she came hard, shuddering. My world was what lay between her thighs; it was enough.

As she calmed down, she pulled me up to her. I could see Bella was embracing katchen and Val. Miss Kurzer stood, lifting me up.

“You are a good kitten, your Mistress should be proud of you.”

“I am”, said Bella, with Val sucking on one of her nipples and katchen on the other. “Now service my pets, kitten.”

Crawling over, I first began to lick katchen’s pussy whilst feeling across Bella to Val’s. I felt a sharp sting on my arse, then a second, third and fourth. That made me lick and finger harder and more skilfully. The spanks kept going, making my arse feel as though it was on fire, but I did not miss a stroke or a lick until both katchen and Val came again.

“Now me, kitten!”

My arse felt on fire as I began to lick Bella’s sopping pussy. I could taste katchen’s saliva on it, or thought I could, which sent waves of semi-orgasmic pleasure through me. As I lapped her, she pulled me into her wetness and, like Miss Kurzer, rubbed herself on me until she came.

As she did, I felt hands around my waist and something placed there, and then, there was a snap, as I felt something cold and metallic against my hot, aching cunt.

“Oh, Pix, that was so good, you do eat pussy so well, doesn’t she ladies?”

There was a chorus of assent.

“What do you think? Get up and look in the mirror.”

I did as Mistress ordered.

I was a mess. My hair was matted with sweat and girl goo, my titlets coated similarly. My face was red and wet – but what struck me at once was that I had been fitted with a chastity belt.

Katchen looked at me as she snuggled up to Mistress Bella. She giggled.

“Oooh no cummies for you then, kitten!”

So it appeared.

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