Author's note: Katrina is just starting her career. The significance of her psychiatric training and practice will grow in subsequent episodes. Episode I, although interesting (of course I would say that), is not necessary to enjoy this story. Episode II stands alone, just fine. I'm new at this, so if you have any writing advice/suggestions, I would welcome an email with specifics.

The Adventures of Dr Katrina Duras: Episode II – Her True Nature

Continued …

Picking up from The Adventures of Dr Katrina Duras – Episode I: Spring Break.

Jane had finally moved out to the Northern California to live with Katrina, her college roommate. She had vowed to live with Katrina, openly as gay lovers, and not hide their relationship any more. Katrina has recently finished medical school and was now a practicing intern at the University's Psychiatric clinic.

Chapter One

It has been such a release to get out of the valley where Jane and I have to be so discreet, and come up to city where we can be more demonstrative lovers. There is this women's bar we've been visiting, nondescript from the outside and not much better inside. You could call it a dive I suppose. It looked like a saloon more than anything else. Had it had those sawed-off swinging doors, I would have half expected the Marshall to come busting through. Instead a double deadbolt combined with an industrial strength security latch on the substantial metal door kept the world at bay.

This was a beer drinking crowd. The wine by the glass they served up … well, you wouldn't want it. The focal piece in the room was a long old fashioned polished wood bar, stools in front as is typical, and backed by a huge mirror with wooden pegs overhead to hold the mugs. Beer bottles of every imaginable type lined the base of the mirror. Wooden tables and chairs strewn all over the main floor filled out the rest of the room. The lighting was bleak, but that was really for the best. I could look past the décor however. I chose this place so I could be with Jane and kind of show her off, show everyone what a beautiful lover I have. It also gave me the opportunity to practice being dominant in a bigger setting than the confines of our apartment.

It was great fun to dress Jane up and take her out. Usually I put her in a short tight skirt, flimsy little see-thru blouse, nicely unbuttoned, no bra of course, not for her little titties, and stockings and heels. Get the picture? Her petite body, long fine blond hair and pretty face were perfect for dress-up. She is so girlie and such a contrast to me with my dark hair, olive skin, full breasts, abundant curves, and the detached aloof demeanor that I am so trying to perfect that typifies my stuffy profession. I would usually wear a fashionably tailored suit, with a skirt cut just above the knees. I wanted to make a point of our relative status. When we would arrive I would sit her down on a bar stool, stand next to her, pour beer down her throat all night straight from a long neck bottle, lean over and kiss and fondle her as much as I pleased.

Whenever I went to the little girls' room, I would invariably come back to find someone trying to hit on her. At least that's the way I saw it. Maybe they were just trying to be friendly and make her feel welcome. But in my mind, the bar was full of lesbians and Jane was a real prize. I exulted in the act of returning to claim her as mine. I would use various strategies. I would walk over and casually squeeze her ass, or I would wrap my arm around her waist and fondle her little titties. Sometimes I would walk up, use both hands to tilt her head back and start french-kissing her. I was such a show-off. Sometimes I would scowl at the lecherous woman that was after my girl, say something rude or whatever. I wasn't making too many friends there, but I was having some big-time fun, misdirected as it was.

There was this tall striking woman, Karen, who sometimes tended bar when we were there. I had noticed her again and again … hmmm, a real beauty with such prominent features and that auburn hair tied in a loose ponytail that gently rested between her shoulder blades. I so much wanted to touch that gorgeous hair of hers. Really, there were times when I could not keep my eyes off her, stealing glances all night, trying to avoid her eyes.

The times she did catch me staring, the bravado would instantly drain from my body. She made me feel weak and small and soft. It's like she could see right through the facade and suddenly I was a little girl again … as if Karen had discovered, with a single look, what I was all about. I would try to shake it off but nevertheless it was so disconcerting that the best I could do seemed to be to avoid her gaze altogether. How can this be? I mean, jeez, she's a barmaid for crying out loud … and I'm a doctor, incredibly well educated, cultured, accomplished, well traveled, blah, blah, blah. How can I be so easily intimidated by a barmaid?

In my most secret thoughts I found myself wondering what it would be like to worship her superb body. But that was so confusing to me, as I was certain I was her equal, if not more. After all, I was holding my own in a very demanding and respected profession, and here she was in this funky bar. And being the dominant one in my relationship with Jane … well I just couldn't figure it out, but I worked hard to suppress these feelings so I could play my little game with Jane and really enjoy myself while here.

One night, I guess I finally went too far, or the women there were just plain tired of my nonsense. I had just insulted a regular and embarrassed Jane badly. Karen, having witnessing this latest episode of my little act, stomped over, grabbed both my shoulders from behind, spun me around and slapped me ... hard! Hard enough to knock me down if the bar hadn't been behind me. I stumbled back, shaken, stunned and speechless.

"Listen you dumb arrogant bitch! You come in with this beautiful sensitive girl, strutting around like you own her or something, trying to entice us. This is a women's bar and you don't seem to know diddly-squat about women. You probably know less about women than most men, and that really is pathetic! Where are you from anyway? Do you only come here to play with this little girl and show your ass?"

As Karen shouted me down, some of the others grabbed me, and on her signal, started stripping me. I was literally in shock. Had they planned this? Three of them worked me over, fast and furious. My beautiful jacket lay crumbled on the floor, getting stomped on in the process, a clear imprint from a dirty vibram sole across the back. My fine blouse ripped off, buttons flying, and my skirt tossed away like a rag. Strange time for my life to flash before my eyes, but looking down at my jacket, I saw myself standing in front of the mirror that day at Nordstrom's, when I had bought that suit for my graduation, admiring the way it made me look all grownup and professional.

"Let's see, maybe you are a man. That would give you a good excuse for how badly you've been treating this child. And it would explain that laughable swagger you've been strutting around here with. Ladies, I think we should investigate."

This was met with hoots and derisive comments, pandemonium all around. Moving quickly and decisively Karen grabbed a waiter's corkscrew from the bar, opened the blade and cut the band between my bra cups … my favorite frilly little bra that I reserved for 'date' nights. My heavy tits just fell out … much cheering and catcalls.

"Hmmm, so good, so far." Karen tossed the knife back on the bar and started to fondle my tits like they were there for her entertainment. "Nice, very nice."

I'm thinking, 'Gee, so glad you like them,' but really I didn't give a fuck what she thought, I just wanted to get the hell away from her and the rest of these loonies. I twisted and struggled with every ounce of my strength, but by then lots of hands had managed to find me.

"Hey, she's been showing her ass around here for weeks, maybe she wants to show us more. Who's up for a closer look?" As if on cue, a woman behind me pulled my little satin panties down around my ankles. A laugh riot broke out. And of course, the bitch could not resist another opportunity for a comment, so she peeks around my back and squeezes my ass. "Hmmmm, I like!"

Just as she was about to start the next phase of this ridiculous diatribe, she grabs my shoulder and steps in close, so no one could see what she was doing, then starts rubbing her other hand all over my pussy. If she's trying to make me sweat and squirm, it is definitely working. She then begins to address the crowd. "Well ladies, I was wrong, it is a woman … one who doesn't know how to treat a girl properly. Should we teach her something about being a woman?" The whole bar erupted with a unison "Yea!" This really was starting to feel like a fucking mob.

Panicky and winded from the struggle and still unable to find my voice, they strapped me down over the hard wooden seat of a bar stool, quickly tying my hands to the front legs and my feet to the back, leaving me helpless and totally exposed, my tits hanging out in front. Some kind of strap was slipped through the bottom of the stool, around my back, then pulled tight. And I'm thinking, was that really necessary? This is like a belt and suspenders thing. I already wasn't going anywhere tied to the legs of that stool. Again, strange time for strange thoughts. One more tug and I grunted as the breath was forced out of me. Maybe that was the point.

Fighting to clear my head, I finally gathered my wits and screamed "Stop this immediately! Let me go! I'm not some little slut. I'm not one of you bitches!!! (duh, real smart Katrina … call them a bunch of bitches). I'm a professional. I'm a doctor for chrissakes! You can not do this to me! I'll have you arres…." Smack! "Owww!"

Karen started giving orders. "Somebody throw me her wallet." Some mean looking bitch swiped her arm across the bar sending glasses flying, spilling and breaking, then dumped my purse on top of that wet mess, quickly ransacking it. Karen rifled through my wallet. "Hmmmm. Dr. Katrina Duras, just as you say. What's this?" as she pulled out a business card, "a psychiatrist? You've got to be joking. You sick demented bitch! You're a shrink? … and you treat this precious girl like this? You are going to pay for this right now!"

Karen crouched down and got up close and in my face. I whispered, desperately hoping Jane couldn't hear. "Please don't do this in front of my Jane," I begged. "Pleeeze! She can't see me like this. She can't see me weak. I'll do anything you say. Please have some pity on me." Not very damned likely.

Karen's next move totally shocked me. She grabbed a fist full of hair, pulled my head back until my face was level with hers, then kissed me straight on the mouth, playing with me with her insistent probing tongue, while slowly tweaking my nipples. It completely took by breath away and I could feel my heart start to pump wildly. She was really getting to me. Then she whispered, her fingers still teasing, "you're going to beg me for it in front of this lovely girl of yours. I'm going to make you my bitch and show her that you are nothing special, nothing like the upper class princess you pretend to be. You don't deserve someone like her. I'm going to break you in front of all these women and your sweet girl."

Karen stood, and taking a wide stance, began to remove her belt. Then she started the show. "OK girls, get in line and let's whip this haughty bitch's ass," her voice dripping with disdain. She tossed the belt over my head to one of the women behind me. "Everybody gets ten strokes, and …uh … oh yea, let's try to avoid the buckle this first time out."

After only the first whack I knew I was in trouble, big trouble. It hurt way too much for me to survive an ass whipping from all these fucking angry dykes. Every single hit from that belt rattled my brain as the two halves met with a wicked pop. After the second bitch finished, or maybe it was the third, I was becoming an incoherent ranting mess. "Please stop this," I begged. "I'm sorry! I'll do anything you want. I'll give you money, whatever you want. I have credit cards. Take my car … but please let us go! We'll never come back. You'll never have to see …"

Karen was definitely not in the mood for all that. "Save it! We're not criminals. We're not interested in your money. You need to be shown what it means to be a real woman." She rammed what must have been a dildo gag in my mouth, and had a helper strap it down in the back. "Here, suck on this princess! I bet you've had more cocks in that bitch-mouth of yours than pussies."

Well … uh … two cocks and one pussy (I refuse to count that night at my parents' house!), so I guess she was right. But I'm not a slut, and she's implying that I'm a slut and a straight slut at that … so insulting.

"Now why don't you show everyone here how you'd really rather be sucking cocks dear doctor lady."

I was panicking and pulling against the single leather strap securing me to the stool. I was pushing as hard as I could with whatever traction I could get with my toes, but one of those dykes was holding the stool down. Good thing as I would have landed on my head and hurt myself far worse. But no matter what they did to me, I vowed to never give in. I would never under any circumstances beg for it.

I looked over and saw that Jane was in a fright. She had turned pale, was hardly breathing, and looked beside herself with worry. A strong extraordinary woman held her elbows pinned back, very effectively immobilizing her.

Karen waved everyone off and came around to nuzzle the side of my face that Jane couldn't see. Everyone got real quiet and everything slowed way down. She softly kissed the side of my face and hair, teasing my ear and neck with her lips, while ever so gently brushing across the tips of my nipples. Her delicate touch and breath sent shivers straight down to my pussy. It was so damned obvious the effect she was having on me, as I struggled and really started to sweat. She whispered so no one else could hear, "I told you that you are going to want it lover girl." What!?! What's she calling me 'lover' for? You don't tie and whip and humiliate a lover.

Karen slowly, achingly worked me over like that, one hand playing with my tits (could my nipples possibly get any harder!), the other rubbing my ass. I'm sure it only took seconds before I started to whimper and squirm. At this point those lesbian bitches pulled the gag off so they wouldn't miss a sound. It felt like my heart was going to explode. God, is she ever going to get on with it and slip her hand between my legs, or is she going to torture me to death?

"Pleeaze," I begged, so quickly forgetting that vow.

"Please what sweetheart? Hey everybody, I think the little slut wants something," she teased.

It was humiliating enough to be whipped like a bitch that got caught acting up. That was out of my control. Jane would understand that I could not possibly over-power them all, wouldn't she? That shouldn't cause me to lose too much authority over her. But I prayed this evil woman wouldn't push all the right buttons and cause me to lose it here. I can't let Jane see that side of me that I've always struggled to suppress. I won't accept my mother's version of the women in our family. I'm not submissive like her. I'm not! I won't be! I'm a doctor, a modern professional woman, not a housewife like her. If Karen would only stop rubbing my inner thighs, dammit! As her fingers slipped into my already sopping hole, I knew I was lost.

Chapter Two

Later, Karen buckled a collar on me, attached a leash, and made me wear my heels for their perverse amusement, while dragging me from woman to woman. It took hours, but with the exception of my dear Jane's; I was forced to lick every pussy in the room that night. Some were nasty, others were hot and wet and sweet and I couldn't get enough, but it didn't matter how I felt about it. I ate pussy like a fiend to avoid another ass whipping.

Karen was right there with me the whole time, whispering real time instructions in my ear, staying so close, touching me, fondling me, encouraging me. I was supposed to ask nicely "Please Ma'am, can I have some of your nice pussy?"; next make the &*~#ing bitch cum; ask "Did I do it right Ma'am?" (now imagine how that left me open to ridicule); then "Would you like some more Ma'am?" (even with all the heavy criticism of my technique, not a single one of those bitches turned me down); make them cum again; offer another go at it; … repeat …

Fortunately Karen admonished everyone about being greedy, with "Hey ladies, there are others in line," or else I'd still be there. I mean, imagine these lesbians go out for a beer at their local dive -- most of them dressed in their boots and jeans and those oh-so-fashionable plaid flannel shirts, either that or decked out in some tight-ass leather -- and all the sudden they get to torment this young comely doctor, who had obviously wandered into the wrong bar, who then has to go around on her knees eating pussy and acting all submissive and deferential. Talk about luck … why would anyone want to stop that kind of fun? I imagine they'll be telling their granddaughters about it someday … that is, if any of these bitches ever have granddaughters.

After finishing off each woman, I was forced to look up, my face plastered with her juices, and say "Thank you for the pussy, Ma'am." They trained me to do all this very quickly, clamping down on my vulnerable nipples whenever I hesitated. I shutter to think how pathetic I must have looked to my dear Jane. No one hurt her, but she was forced to watch as they paraded me around on my hands and knees, flaunting my new status as the lowest bitch in the bar.

I already knew it was over with Jane the instant I began to plead with Karen for a good fucking. The pussy eating just finalized the deal. As if things hadn't been bad enough, Karen had made me suck her strapon, which she claimed proved her point to everyone that I liked to suck cocks. It's not like I had a choice or anything. It didn't prove a damn thing except that she was lording over me and making me do it. But by then, desperate as I was, I willingly … no, I enthusiastically, sucked and slobbered all over that hard rubber dick, moaning for a fucking the whole time.

It didn't help at all that Karen was crowing "See, what did I tell you girls!" Oh how the bitches loved that! They were screaming their fool heads off by the time Karen drove it into me. When that magnificent woman finally decided it was time to do me, she stripped down and buckled that harness around her ass, and god … she looked so damned hot! With all my heart, I wanted more than anything at that moment to be her bitch.

When all was done, they took us both up to a flat above the bar. The woman who had been controlling Jane all night, an attractive exotic Brazilian (I later found out), took my former lover to bed, kissed and held her sweetly, but did not fuck her.

As for me, I broke down and cried like a baby from the humiliation of it all, but Karen was so kind and gentle with me when she took me to bed. She held me and kissed me so tenderly, then looked at me so lovingly and began to explain. "My sweet little girl, you know that everything I did tonight was for your own good, don't you, so you would understand?"

I whimpered, not really understanding anything, but feeling so safe in her arms.

"From the moment you first walked into my bar, all nervous and excited at once … and I handed you that beer, gently raking my nails and fingertips over the tender side of your wrist as I gave you your change, stroking your palm, squeezing your little fingers in mine, testing your reaction, then catching your frightened flittering eyes as you tried to jerk your hand away, tried to look away … well dear, I decided at that very moment that I would have to make you mine."

She continued, "I quickly realized that there was something dysfunctional about your relationship with Jane. You were pretending to be something you were not, something you knew nothing about. It became obvious that you would need some guidance to discover your true nature. And that you would need to be properly trained."

Karen did not fuck me again that night. She held me like a lover and took her sweet time getting to know my body. When it was my turn, I slid down the bed and spent the rest of the night between her strong shapely thighs becoming intimately familiar with the delicate folds of her sweet shaved pussy.

Chapter Three

Karen changed me that night. Being forced to satisfy all those women, while I never would have voluntarily done it, and a big part of me hated being treated like that, it still felt like I was right where I belonged, on my knees pleasuring them. I love pussy. That part is undeniable. I've known that for some time. But to be whipped and fucked and collared, then forced to pleasure those women … oh my god! I should have seen this coming. My mother forewarned me, but it did not fit with my view of the world, where a woman could accomplish anything; become anything that she was willing to work for. To accept that this is my place, Karen's girl, ready to please, wanting to please … well, I wasn't expecting that would be my path. Fine for Jane, I knew she was submissive.

The next morning, afternoon actually, when I started to come to, I found my face buried in Karen's warm and comforting neck, partially covered by her long luxurious hair, her sinewy arms holding me so close. I ached all over, especially my jaw and neck, but it felt wonderful to be held so tenderly by this beautiful woman. She waited a few moments for my mind to clear and adjust to my new situation, then said, "Good morning my dear girl."

"Good morning," I meekly responded, looking away quickly, closing my eyes, afraid to meet her gaze.

"You enjoyed yourself last night, didn't you?" as she petted me.

Oh god, how could I answer that without coming to terms with this huge role reversal, and without the tactic acceptance of what I had fought so long to deny.

"Answer me dear", she said a bit more sternly as she lightly pulled my hair back forcing direct eye contact.

I swallowed hard … "yeees," I sheepishly said. "I did."

"Good girl. I expect complete honesty from now on, my little pet. No more games like you've been playing. And you do know that you're my girl now, don't you."

I tried to look away and close my eyes. How could I answer that without revealing everything, revealing that I wanted that too? I also knew that it was not an option to not answer. Another quick jerk of my hair snapped me out of the dilemma. "Yeees, yes I do."

"Good, then we're going to get along famously." Then with a single finger she pushed me off her and onto my back. Moving over me, she looked down at me, touching my chin so lightly, again directing my eyes to hers. I could not escape, could not stop her from looking directly into my soul. She waited, taking me in, then smiled benevolently. Then that mouth again. Oh the kiss, her breath and that tongue… she devastated me with that sensuous mouth of hers, her tongue diving and probing. I started to pant and drip. She could do so much with that mouth alone.

Oh god, this is going to be soooo good, being her girl. She could have me. Then her hands started working me. Again the teasing of the nipples, her touch could be so soft and delicate. I arched my back, aching for more forceful contact. Her fingers danced over my body. She raked her nails across my thighs, stopping on my mound as she twirled strands of my dark bush around her finger.

"This will be gone within the hour dear. You will look like a little girl for me … ¿comprende?"

I blushed like crazy with embarrassment. She wanted my pussy bare and exposed, like these young modern teen girlies like to do for their boyfriends. A slight jerk was all it took to snap me out of my musings. "Yeees, yes … bare, my pussy will be bare for you," I groaned.

The thought of it made me hot and wet. I would be so exposed, unable to hide anything from her. A grown woman shaving her pussy for another grown woman, not for some easily excitable boyfriend, but for another woman who knows about pussies and who will know mine intimately. Oh it made me wet to think about that, to imagine her seeing me, looking at me up close, touching me, maybe even kissing me there. What would that say about me, being shaved like that? … that I was a cunt? … her bitch? I was turning red and starting to squirm and trying to look away. A little slap to the side of my face brought me out of it.

"You like the idea, don't you pet? You want to show me your pussy, don't you? You want me to see you."

Ohhh, I couldn't answer that and save face. Of course I wanted that. But I would be admitting what I'd become. Then I felt her fingers sink into me, and I bolted upright. "Ewww, somebody likes the idea," she said with barely concealed delight, my sopping pussy totally giving me away. I didn't think she really needed a verbal answer after that. She grabbed my hair again and gave me a hard kiss on the mouth. Oh she was fucking my pussy with those experienced fingers and sticking that tongue of hers in my mouth. I was trying hard to fuck those fingers back.

She stopped the kiss, gave me another little slap and said, "waiting for an answer … don't keep me waiting …" I was getting delirious and choked back a sob. "One more time and I'll lose patience. I know you're new at this. You do want to show me your pussy, don't you?"

"Yeees, yes, I want you to see me … see my pussy."

"Is that all you want?" How could I possibly answer without appearing to be a cheap low class tramp? Slap! "Is that all you want?"

"No …"

"What else?" She starting tweaking my nipples and lightly slapping my hanging tits. How could I answer anything at all, when all I could focus on are my pussy, my tits and my mouth? Slapping my tits! … no one had ever done that. It was making me crazy, good crazy. I only could really think of one thing and that was the orgasm that was fast approaching. But she just worked me and kept me there.

"Oh well, you must not know what you want. I'll try something else until you can get your little brain in gear." She pulled her fingers out of my pussy and shoved them in my mouth. "No need to talk all day."

Oh how I greedily sucked those fingers, trying to keep her happy and desperately hoping she would get back to doing me. I so tasted like pussy. "Please," I mumbled through her fingers.

"Please what, little girl?" as she pulled her fingers out of my mouth and began playing with my tits again.

"Please … uh … fuck me some more. Please finish me," clearly begging now.

"So that's what you were having such a hard time putting into words … fuck me? Is that it?"

"Yes, yes, please … pleeeze fuck me."

She just pushed me down on the bed and got up. "Maybe later, if you can manage to be a good girl all day."

"Noooooo!" I groaned. My hands immediately went for my pussy, my thighs closing over them as I fell to my side crying and moaning. I lay there, in my need and misery, watching her gorgeous ass sway as she walked into the bathroom … so damned sexy.

Chapter Four

Karen pulled me into the shower and played with me for what seemed hours, her hands everywhere, soaping me up, exploring my holes, kissing me, making me weak in the knees. I just clung to her neck and let her use me for her fun. And I got to explore her holes too. She pushed me down on my knees and turned around. Oh, she was soooo good. I felt like the luckiest girl in the whole world. I wanted so badly to be her oral slut. Lord knows how I've fantasized about being used like this for many many years, home alone, in my bed, late at night, fingers in my wet over-heated pussy, dreaming it … wanting it … then dismissing it as best I could, after my orgasm would subside.

When we were done, she wrapped me in a big towel and gently pushed me back … back … back … 'til I fell over on the bed. She took her sweet time shaving me … scissors, razor and cream, finishing with a warm cloth. I couldn't even watch, squeezing my eyes shut the whole time. I felt like such a child the way she handled me. Her busy fingers kept me on edge and when done, she rubbed baby oil all over my mound and labia. I was so close to cumming, but she was too experienced, too knowledgeable to let me fall over that cliff. She left me throbbing again.

Karen took my hand, walked me into the living room and presented me to Anneca and Jane. I didn't know what to do, I was so flustered. How much worse could this get? I fidgeted and looked down. Jane was doing the same. Anneca had this huge smile on her face and her hands on her hips. Anneca was a knockout too, so dark and curvy and exotic. She slowly opened her mouth and wet those full voluptuous lips. Here I was, standing totally nude and exposed in the light of day, with two absolutely stunning women looking at me like I was a treat they couldn't wait to sink their teeth into. All I could think, all I could feel, was pussy. How I wished I had the courage to really show them my pussy.

Karen reached over picked up her purse and got out a golden tube of lipstick. She proceeded to gloss her lips with the creamy red lipstick, smiled at Anneca, then gave me a devilish look. Without another word she started in on me: kissing my mouth, my neck, then my tits, and worked her way down to my now smooth mound. Oh god, oh god, she is going to eat me … right in front of Anneca and Jane! She likes my shaved pussy. Oh this is going to be too good! But please not in front of them. I would die. But then she stopped and got up. What? What's wrong? I looked down and oh my god, I went through three shades off red as I realized what she had done. I was mortified. She had left a trail of lip marks from my mouth to my pussy. She had decorated me with her lipstick. I was freaking and only looked up because a flash was going off. Anneca was shooting pictures and Karen was beaming. I wanted to run, but Karen put her arms around my neck, gave me a huge showy kiss on the cheek and clowned for the camera (with its relentless motor drive). I could bear it no longer and started to cry, dropping my head, my hands flying up to hide my face.

It was too much for Jane also. She did run away, with Anneca close behind shouting "Where do you think you're going, little one?"

Karen pulled me down to the couch, sat me on her lap and started to kiss and soothe me. "Don't cry my pretty little girl. I wasn't making fun of you. I was enjoying you. You are as cute as can be. You are a perfect beauty … my perfect beauty. I only wanted Anneca to take some pictures of us. I may even have them blown way up, framed and hung over our bed."

Our bed. Oh that sounds so lovely, so dreamy. I wanted it to be our bed too.

"Don't cry my little baby. You are so pretty." I choked back my sobs and started feeling better when I realized she really liked me … was not just toying with me. And besides, she was kissing me again and I was feeling it. Oh that mouth of hers. I could float in mid-air from her kisses.

"You do know that you're my girl?"

"Oh yes, yes, thank you." I sobbed.

"And that you're my toy to play with," she added.

Toy? Does she mean her fucktoy? I don't really know. Is that all I'm going to be to her? … her fucktoy? I was confused, my mind drifting.

She said one more time, "Katrina, you are my toy," with another light slap to focus my attention again.

"Yes, I'm sorry, please don't be mad … yes, I am your toy, whatever you want from me. Please, this is all so new."

"You are doing fine, just fine. I'm very pleased with you."

What a huge relief … I do want to be her girl. I want her to want me, to take me. Last night, after all the excitement, with the two of us in bed, when I really got to be hers alone, those were some of the most precious moments of my life.

"Now let's discuss the matter of what you will call me. I think you already know, don't you?"

Uh, what do I say? What does she want to hear? I want her to be happy with me. I want all her attention and love. I think I know that she is going to be my mistress. Does that mean I'm a slave. I never wanted to be a slave. I don't even know what that means. Can she be my mistress and I'm her girl?

"Yoo Hoo, where is Katrina?" as she slapped me again.

"Oh please, ma'am, please don't hurt me. You're my mistress? Does that make me, a slave?" I couldn't think of any other possibilities. Mistresses have slaves, don't they? … not girlfriends.

"Mistress or Ma'am at home, Miss Karen in public, ¿Comprende, my little pet?"

"Yes Ma'am. Thank you. I understand." She didn't answer about being a slave.

"Let's continue our language lessons by focusing on your body for a moment." She proceeded to point and poke and squeeze to highlight her lesson. "Let's start with these lovely 'tits' as she cradled them in both hands. "These beauties are far too large to be 'titties' like your Jane's, and they are delightfully firm. Now let's move down to your 'pussy', also known as your 'cunt', whenever I feel like it. Generally I stick things in 'cunts', I play with 'pussies', got that? Look at me when I talk to you girl!"

"Yees Ma'am." I was so embarrassed by all this. I have a cunt?

"Yes Ma'am, what?" Slap!

"Yes Ma'am, I understand. I'm sorry. Please. I have 'tits', a 'pussy' or a 'cunt'. You stick things in 'cunts'…," I trailed off.

"Good," and with a big squeeze said, "and finally, this is your 'ass', and such a lovely one too. One more thing you should know before you get yourself in trouble: I have tits, ass and a nice pussy. I do not have a cunt, and I am not a cunt, or a bitch for that matter, and lord help you if you ever slip up. But don't worry, my little pet, you will not be talking about my body anyway. I will keep your mouth far too busy for that. I will however, be talking about yours. And I do like to talk when I fuck a girl."

Oh god! I melted … her talking about fucking a girl right after telling me that I'm her girl and her toy … might as well just shoot me now and bury me in the desert. My heart opened up to her and I lay there, bare and vulnerable. Oh yes, my cunt and my mouth and every other part of me would be hers, to do with whatever she pleased.

Chapter Five

As Karen started playing with me again, my modesty clouded my judgment, "But what if they come back? They'll see us!"

"Well don't worry your pretty little head sweetheart. It's nothing Anneca hasn't seen before, but before you jump to any conclusions about them coming back, let's slow way down. I want you to open up your senses. What do you hear right now?"

I had to admit, my brain was in overdrive trying to process this cacophony of stimulation: touch, sound, the sight and the sweet smells of my Mistress and … uh … my own pussy. The autonomous region of my brain had been picking all this up at some level, I'm sure. But for the most part, I was on auto-pilot, responding reflexively to her fingers and mouth and breath all over me, all at once. I had not been hearing much of anything except the pounding of my heart and my panting.

"Sounds like someone is getting a spanking," I finally realized.

"Yes, your sweet Jane is getting her cute little butt spanked. Why do you suppose that is?"

"She didn't obey Anneca, did she? She ran away," I remembered.

"Yes, now really listen, and picture it," she instructed. "Now tell me."

I tried to make it out. "I think it's a … yes, I'm sure she's getting a bare handed spanking. I can hear lots of muffled crying and what sounds like a scuffle or arms and legs flailing around." That was my guess.

"Good girl." Very perceptive. "Yes, your Jane is getting a classic over-the-knee spanking. Anneca's left hand is pinning Jane's sweet little tummy down over her lap, and her right is doing the damage. And that pretty little mouth of Jane's has some kind of gag in it, panties or something. If they're panties, I know they're the ones Anneca was just wearing," she said with a great deal of amusement. "I know Anneca well. I don't need to see it. I also can hear Jane resist, but wouldn't any helpless little girl in her situation. Anneca can certainly work a girl over. And by now, Jane's sweet little pussy is dripping wet. I would bet money on that. Like I said, I know Anneca. Her fingers like to travel. Listen to how long Anneca waits between strokes. Imagine what she's doing with those long fingers of hers during those pauses. Imagine what it would feel like if it my hand were on your ass, between your legs, during that time."

Ohmygawd, my sweet Mistress knows how to play with my mind and my body. I don't have to imagine for long, as I start to feel her strong lively fingers snaking down to my bottom. She continues to kiss and play with me for a while and I am more than willing, as everything continues to build for me. I am hypersensitive by now, panting, and lay in wait and anticipation.

"Dear, there's something you'd like to show me, isn't there?" she asks.

Oh no, here it comes, my moment of truth. She wants me to offer myself, not hold back, give her what she's been waiting for. I'm blushing more than ever and I'm trying very hard to disappear by burying my face in that small space where the back of the sofa meets the seat. I'm on my back, knees bent pointing up, and now squeezing them together. I start to rock a bit. I don't know what to do.

"Katrina, dear," as she lifts and moves my legs out of the way to get at my ass. Smack! "Did you lose your hearing suddenly?" Smack! These were no longer little love taps.

I'm really rocking hard now and start to cry. I'm so ashamed that I'm being such a baby. I know what she wants. I want it too. But I'm shaved like a little girl and it's so shaming to me. Why can't I show her, give her what she wants?

"Come on little girl. Let me help you. Here, put your hands right here," as she places them under my knees, between my calves and hamstrings. "Now, my sweet baby, lift," and she slowly pushes my knees towards my chest. "You know you want to show me, don't you? Or would you rather be over my knee, like your Jane in the other room?"

Well, if she's going to put it that way. Still it's so hard for me, and so humiliating. I start to pull as she pushes back and outward. I started to get scared again and she lightly slaps the back of my thighs as they are rising, to get me over the hump, as it were. Ok, I going to do it and show her everything, in all my shame. I pull my knees back to either side of my breasts and there I am, as exposed as I've ever been in my life. I feel like such a cunt. "Here," I croak, keeping my head turned away, eyes shut tight.

"Oh my, how lovely," she coos, as she begins to stroke me ever so softly.

Karen began fucking me once again … well, that's really not the right way to put it at all … my sweet Mistress was loving me. And she was using everything at her disposal: her sensuous mouth, those strong fingers, that incredible strapon driven by her powerful body … long deep strokes … , her knowledge of a woman, where to touch, what to kiss and when, teasing me with her words, driving me to ever greater pleasure. I felt sooo sexy squirming under her, her hot breath in my ear, her needing only one of those strong hands to hold both my wrists above our heads, freeing her other to play. She even released one of my hands so I could touch her, our fingers intertwining with the other. I was almost giddy to be allowed run my free hand along the curve of her lower back and touch her firm ass. I felt so proud when that caused her to quiver. I vowed to be the best lover I could possibly be for her.

During all this passion she whispers in my ear, "listen to your sweet Jane moaning in there. Anneca is consummating their relationship … you know what I mean my dear girl … she is fucking your girlfriend … fucking her silly. I told you not to worry about them coming back. She will be tied up with Anneca for hours," she said with a twinkle in her eye, "and when they come back, your Jane she will belong to Anneca."

"Oh god," I groaned. The thought of belonging to someone, me belonging to Karen, Jane belonging to Anneca, made me weak and even wetter. What on earth could be better than that? … such sweet surrender.

I was so overwhelmed at this point, with Karen bringing me to the edge over and over, then backing off each time. I was ready to scream for her to finish me. "Please," I moaned, wanting it so much that it hurt.

She looked down at me with such a sweet hint of a smile, then delicately placing a single finger on my lips, and leaning close to my ear, she whispered so softly, "hush little baby … did you really think I would forget about you?"

The end.