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Thank you for all of the positive feedback on the first chapter! Please leave a rating and comment on this one too. I look forward to continuing this series. Thanks also goes out to my editor SissyKaty. Happy reading! – Jay

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Kat, with her mind still frazzled by her first lesbian experience, slammed the front door closed behind her as she rushed to her bedroom. She locked the door and jumped on her bed. Kat stared up at the popcorn ceiling while attempting to reconcile what just happened. A complete stranger, an older woman, somehow knew all of the right buttons to turn Kat into a horny, dripping mess. It all happened within the span of a couple minutes. How had she responded? By sniffing shoes in a coat closet and masturbating. Vanessa had somehow found out about Kat’s hidden obsession with women’s feet, and she used that knowledge against the younger woman. Kat was humiliated and felt ashamed. What kind of slut masturbates in front of a stranger? Despite all of the shame filling her gut, Kat found herself coming to the realization that she enjoyed the experience.

Kat’s thighs slowly rubbed together as she thought about how Vanessa felt laying on top of the helpless college graduate: the large breasts pressed into Kat’s back, the agile fingers teasing her nipples, the strong leg grinding against her sex, and the soft stockings pressed to her face. Kat turned her head and looked at the pair of black nylons held in her hand. When Vanessa left, Kat wasn’t able to stand for a couple minutes. Once she regained her composure, she ran to her car and drove home right away. She never did find her heels, but she also never let go of Vanessa’s stockings. Kat couldn’t believe that she was a pervert, the kind that got off by sniffing others’ clothes. Kat wasn’t strong enough to resist her temptations or her unabated lust. Each of them ate away at her mind as the guilt and shame wormed its way inside.

Lifting the ripe stockings right up to her nose, Kat took a long sniff. The aroma sent a harsh shiver all the way down her spine. Kat lifted her legs and quickly pulled off her sodden panties, tossing them on the floor. Feeling more and more of her skin burn with want, she sat up to unzip her dress and quickly discarded it before frantically undoing her bra. When Kat laid back down on the bed, the only clothing still on her was the pair of white thigh high stockings that clung to her spread legs. Her right hand sliding down her slim body made its way to her clit which was already budding through her unshaved pubic hair. Her left hand pressed Vanessa’s unexpected gift to Kat’s eager nose.

Closing her eyes, Kat imagined she was joined on her bed by the tall, voluptuous figure of Vanessa. The milf’s long black hair hung down framing the blemish-free skin of her large breasts, big areolas, and tasty nipples. Sitting on the end of the bed and wearing white hold ups matching her blossoming submissive, the dreamy Vanessa seductively reached her right foot between Kat’s spread legs. The soft nylon toes slowly grinded circles against Kat’s burning cunt. Kat moaned and breathed in a surprising stocking-covered foot as her loving dom extended a second foot to Kat’s face. The horny tongue and nose of the mewing Kat took in the unique and ripe scent of the raven-haired seductress’s large soft sole. Kat’s mind went into overdrive as her right foot drove pleasure into Vanessa’s soft sex while the left overwhelmed Vanessa’s awaiting mouth. With both lesbians sucking and licking each other’s nylon-covered toes, their free feet tantalized one another’s clits. The moans of both women quickly escalated to shrieks as their backs became bent, their hips thrusted upwards, and their pussies uncontrollably squirted over one another’s feet and stockings.

Kat’s vision of Vanessa slowly faded to a blur during her prolonged climax. When the haze finally receded, Kat found her recently passed out body slowly regaining movement. The delightfully musky stockings from Vanessa laid across Kat’s nose and mouth, and Kat’s fingers were still inside her sensitive pussy. Craving for Vanessa to make Kat’s fantasy a reality, the tired Kat’s thoughts wandered back to the Vanessa from Kat’s wet dream. This time, the sexy milf slowly crawled between Kat’s legs, letting long silky black hair tickle up Kat’s spread thighs. Closing her eyes and taking the toe of Vanessa’s black stocking into her mouth, Kat found the energy to let her fingers start pumping again while her lucid thoughts dreamed of Vanessa’s expert tongue teasing Kat’s always-dripping cunt.

Thirty minutes and two more orgasms later, Kat’s fingers had her on the brink of yet another climax when she heard the front door open, and her father returned home with her three siblings. All of her lust was immediately replaced with fear, and Kat went into a panic. The thought of her family seeing her stretched out on her bed with a pair of stockings held over Şişli travesti her face and a massive wet patch staining her sheets between her legs sent her into a frenzy. Sitting up and frantically looking around for a hiding place, Kat quickly shoved Vanessa’s stockings into one of her pillowcases. With the yelling and noise of her siblings growing louder, the terrified woman left her discarded clothes scattered across the floor and quickly laid back down on her side. Kat pulled a blanket up over her head and stayed as silent as possible as the sound of her brother and her sisters receded to their rooms. Her fear took another spike when she heard a knock on her door and the voice of her father.

“Kat?”

Dreading a conversation with her father or anyone else in her current state, Kat feigned sleep and prayed her father would leave. She felt her heartbeat thump in her chest when her ears heard the sound of a doorknob turning and her squeaky bedroom door slowly opened. Holding her breath, Kat laid as still as she could as her nose became acutely aware of the stench of her masturbation session permeating through the room. Kat’s legs slowly shivered in fear until finally, after eight of the longest seconds of her life, her father quietly retreated and closed her bedroom door. Breathing out a sigh of relief, Kat flopped back down on her back and stared back up at the ceiling. What on earth has she gotten herself into? If she didn’t somehow control herself, her parents WOULD eventually catch her masturbating, and that was a conversation Kat definitely does NOT want to have. Plus, there was Vanessa. Kat’s gut raced with a mix of nervous and excited butterflies while she thought about their shopping date on Saturday. Half of Kat’s brain wanted an actual date with the sexy older woman, but the other half was scared about what Vanessa really wanted. All Kat knew was Saturday was six days away. It was going to be a long week.

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Monday morning, Kat reluctantly woke to the ding of the front doorbell. The chime rang out a second time causing the tired woman to grudgingly glance at the clock. She sighed as she realized her siblings were already at school and her parents were at work forcing Kat to answer whoever just rang the doorbell an annoying third time. Kat sat up and realized one of Vanessa’s stockings was stuck to the side of her face. She had passed out with her face buried in the stockings and her pillows and with her fingers buried in her vagina. This was even after she rubbed one out as quietly as she could in the shower. Standing up, Kat stretched her fully nude body and felt the morning dew already between her legs. She contemplated taking care of her sexual urges first until her home’s visitor loudly knocked on the front door.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming”, Kat groaned out.

The still sleepy brunette slipped on an old maroon hoodie and a pair of black athletic shorts before slowly shuffling to the front door. She opened the door to find a middle-aged delivery driver holding a package in one hand and a scanner in the other. His unhappy facial expression quickly changed to a cheery one as he less than subtly checked out Kat’s body.

“Are you Katherine Springfield?”

“Yeah, ” Kat replied, hoping the pervert delivery man would stop trying to make out her breasts through her baggy sweatshirt.

“Sign here.”

Kat quickly signed the screen on the scanner while feeling very self-conscious of her bedhead and the driver’s prying, wandering eyes. He finally handed her the package with a cheesy smile as he tried and failed to impress the uncomfortable woman.

“Have a nice day.”

Kat quickly closed and locked the front door. She turned around and leaned back against the door before actually looking at the box in her hands. Her eyes lit up when she realized the package was from her loving tormentor Vanessa. Kat sprinted to her room like a giddy schoolgirl and ripped open the package. Inside, a handwritten letter sat on top of a smaller present wrapped in gold wrapping paper. Kat lifted up the letter and stared over every word.

My pet Kat,

As my pet, you will follow my rules.

Rule

: Always address me as Mistress.

Rule

: You will not orgasm or even touch yourself without my permission. This rule will start the moment you read this letter as we both know you couldn’t resist rubbing one out with my stockings yesterday the moment you got home.

More rules will follow. Until then, enjoy your first gift.

– Mistress

P.S. – Remember, no touching.

Kat’s eyes scanned the letter over and over again, and her nervousness grew with each reread. Vanessa was not just asking for a relationship. She was asking, no, telling Kat for something more, something more demanding, something more intense. Did Kat want that? All Kat ever wanted, as Queen so elegantly put it, was “Somebody to Love”, but was this Şişli travestileri really the way she wanted to do it? Was this HOW she wanted to do it?

Kat started burning a hole in her bedroom’s carpet from pacing back and forth. Her breathing became erratic as she tried to decide if she wanted to go through with this. Vanessa was not making it sound like Kat had a choice, but the college graduate hadn’t agreed to anything yet. Kat had just masturbated in front of Vanessa. Well, under Vanessa. In a closet. With a pair of stockings pressed to Kat’s face. Kat now realized her actions the day before made herself look like a totally willing participant to Vanessa’s debauchery. Part of Kat still didn’t know if she ever wanted to do it again. She was also not too keen on being called a pet as Kat had already heard every joke and insult under the sun referring her to cats. Despite the hesitant thoughts, Kat couldn’t help but linger back to the feeling of Vanessa’s body against her own. Kat couldn’t stop thinking about how Vanessa took control and led Kat to the biggest orgasm of her life. None of Kat’s other climaxes yesterday compared to the one where she submitted herself to Vanessa, but was it worth it?

Kat lifted up the wrapped present as she started thinking less with her brain and more with what’s between her legs. Her lustful greed told her that she could back out at any time, and the present which was clearly clothes of some kind could always be returned if she didn’t like them. However, as Kat ripped open the gold wrapping paper, she realized Vanessa had the submissive-to-be fully pegged.

Kat grinned and almost giggled with excitement as she held up a brand new pair of thigh high stockings. Not only were they Wolford stockings, but they appeared to be the same exact sheer black nylon stockings Vanessa wore yesterday, the same stockings Kat had lying on her pillow. Jumping on the bed, Kat quickly ripped the packaging apart and eagerly slipped on the soft stockings. Kat laid back and hummed in delight as her hands felt up her legs. Her calves and thighs slowly rubbed against one another as Kat’s fingers couldn’t get enough of the soft nylon against her fingertips. She very quickly felt the wetness grow in her needy pussy, and the urge to let her fingers take care of it grew as well. Kat’s fingers slid down the front of her shorts and reached her sensitive clit with only a quick touch before they retracted with the thought of Vanessa’s rules. Kat’s thighs rubbed together as she contemplated what to do. Technically, the letter said she couldn’t get off starting the moment she read the note, so who’s to say Kat opened the stockings before reading the letter?

Kat, having made up her mind, quickly stripped off her shorts and sweatshirt. She grabbed the stockings worn by Vanessa. The scent had somewhat faded but still sent a rush of pleasure through Kat. In a moment of deja vu, her fingers drove in and out of her cunt while she wore stockings and sniffed a second pair, but the nylons on her legs were different. Her old, white, and innocent thigh highs were replaced by the new, black, and sexy stockings from her Mistress.

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Each day leading up Saturday, Kat received another present and letter from Vanessa. Tuesday brought a pair of black, toeless, four-inch heels. Kat didn’t recognize the brand, but she still couldn’t even fathom how expensive they must be, or how she was expected to walk in them. The letter stated that Kat was to practice walking in them every day as well as giving her another reminder not to touch herself. Kat spent the day just standing in the tall and the perfectly fitted shoes as she wondered how Vanessa knew Kat’s shoe size.

Wednesday brought Kat a black Gucci clutch purse. Kat’s eyes nearly bugged out of her skull as she saw the gold “GG” on the side of the small, luxurious purse. Wednesday’s letter warned she will be punished for each time she touches herself, but Kat couldn’t help it. Every night since Monday Night, right before falling asleep, Kat couldn’t resist letting her fingers have fun with her pussy and clit. The thought of an angry and disappointed Vanessa always made Kat stop before climaxing, but the edging only made Kat even more restless.

The Thursday package brought more unexpected rules. Its letter told Kat she was no longer allowed to wear any underwear, bra or panties. She is also not allowed to shave any part of her body before Saturday. Confused, Kat contemplated Vanessa’s orders as she opened the largest and most expensive gift yet: a red designer tube dress. Kat couldn’t help but marvel at how well the strapless dress fit and showed off her 5’4″ body despite her smaller breasts and petite ass. The dress had two strips of dark nylon running from her armpits straight down the sides. The transparent and elastic fabric left little to the imagination of what was underneath. Kat could clearly Travesti şişli see the sides of her underwear through the nylon. She took off her panties and put on her new stockings and heels. She realized the dress barely concealed the lace tops of the stockings. Kat hardly recognized herself while looking over the full ensemble. Her straight brown hair was the same, but everything else about her was different: her clothes, her stature, her eyes. Staring back into the mirror, Kat noticed the look in her eyes. She saw new self-confidence and excitement, but she also saw nervousness. Kat never imagined her first real relationship would be anything like this and while she had enjoyed the pampering and gifts so far, there was still a small part in the back of her mind that considered backing out.

Friday’s package brought the final step to Kat’s leap of faith. Kat excitedly brought the small box to her room, opened it, then immediately read the letter.

My Pet,

Every pet needs a collar. This collar you will wear at all times in public.

I expect you to be wearing all of your gifts tomorrow when I pick you up at 9:00am sharp. Don’t be late.

– Mistress

P.S. – Remember Rule

Kat’s eyes grew wide as she unwrapped her last present and pulled out a black lace choker. The one-inch-wide neck ornament had a simple pattern to its weave, but despite its basic appearance, the choker represented so much more. This lace collar was a symbol: a symbol of Kat’s submissiveness and a symbol of Vanessa’s ownership. Kat had done research the past few days on BDSM relationships, or at least she tried to with what she could find online. While a lot of what she read turned her on, a lot also scared her. Kat was nervous about jumping right into an intense relationship, and Vanessa wasn’t exactly taking things slowly.

Kat spent the entire day debating whether or not she should try on her collar. Before she knew it, the time was midnight, and she was laying down on her bed staring at the simple lace accessory in her hand. Kat couldn’t think straight with so many butterflies in her stomach. Not reaching any orgasms the last few days hadn’t helped either. Kat reached into her pillowcase and pulled out Vanessa’s stockings from last weekend. She took a long and deep smell of the soft nylon while her fingers glided down her stomach to her clit. She knew she wasn’t supposed to cum without Vanessa’s permission, but Kat also knew if she didn’t orgasm, then her muddled mind would keep her up all night. Kat prayed Vanessa would be understanding as the horny brunette rolled over onto her stomach. With how pent-up Kat had become, she knew she would need to muffle her screams somehow. Much like Sunday night, Kat’s fingers massaged quick circles over her budding clit all while Vanessa’s black nylons were sandwiched between Kat’s face and her pillows. Within sixty seconds, Kat managed to bite down on the stockings before her legs shook and her wet pussy quivered in an uproarious climax. Kat’s body relaxed in relief knowing that she’d have her first good night of rest in several days.

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Saturday morning, Kat was abruptly woken up by her alarm blaring at eight o’clock in the morning. Three snoozes later she was frantically trying to get out of bed to get ready. Kat’s shower helped her fully wake up. She took extra care washing herself hoping it would somehow hide the fact she masturbated last night to Vanessa. She also worried her leg hair would be visible through the stockings and was still surprised Vanessa had directed her to not shave. Quickly drying off, Kat returned to her room and got dressed in a flash. She sat down and reached for her makeup as she tried to make herself as presentable as she knew how. Kat stared at herself in her mirror as she looked over herself once more. With the voices of her family being heard from elsewhere in the house, Kat tried to formulate a plan on how to leave the house without being seen. Her eyes drifted to the lace choker still sitting on her dresser. Kat only had time to reach for it before her phone beeped. She checked the notification to find the time was 8:59 and she had a new text message from a number she did not recognize.

I am out front.

Kat stood and looked down at the choker in her open palm. She didn’t have to put the lace ring around her neck. She could go out to Vanessa without it and ask for more time to think. Instead, Kat made the difficult choice to secure the soft accessory around her neck. She took one more quick look in her mirror before she tried to move as quickly and quietly as she could down the hall. Kat struggled with her unstable four-inch heels, but found relief in the fact that her siblings were not downstairs and her mother sounded like she was in the kitchen chatting the day away on the phone. Kat finally hobbled her way to the front door and opened it before she heard the voice of her father.

“Kat?”

Kat felt her face uncontrollably blush as she sheepishly spun around to face her father. His eyes were full of shock as he saw his daughter in a non-conservative outfit for the first time. After a brief moment, his eyes met Kat’s and he gave her a soft smile.

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