Taryn {gG-f, Boys Pron Solo Voye gg Saph Yiff}
I barely remember this. And I tried, even before I could write, but once I could. I found my brothers' pictures, and my sister's a bit of a slut. It was my favorite book, but I had to sneak in the boy's room to look at it. So, I didn't copy it, but it was like a sex diary storybook with pictures, and everything. I showed it to Devina, and I guess that's how I got the first talk. About boys, and what she did with them, and girls. She identified as a Nouveausexual, so I guess Novasexual is a more correct, and simpler way to put it. She doesn't like dating, it's a pain, and a waste of time. Like boyfriends, nor girlfriends, she just likes sex and plays with herself when she don't have someone else. Like her friends, mom and dad never let her have boys over, but I got to see them sometimes, or hid to watch her play with herself.
And read her sex journal, when I learned to read but I get ahead of myself. I was the youngest, 2 brothers in the middle, and they had their own room, but I'm pretty sure I was born gay. Before my first girlfriends, when I started school it was more auto-erotic than incestuous, I didn't desire my sister, she's like 8 years older, but that's how I learned to play with myself. I hid in my room, or the bathroom to watch her through the peephole I had to poke to see. I guess I listened to her first, I remembered that when I started to write, but I didn't know what it was. I thought she was crying, but I asked her.
"Davi?" She stopped, "You aright?" I wrote all right, but I was maybe potty trained at that point.
She said "Fine," and went in the bathroom, so I listened at the door. I thought she must be really sad, but it was a while before I started making those noises. Myself, she moaned, and tried to keep quiet, but she couldn't. Then I found her book. Where she hid it isn't important, but she didn't take it with her, until college and at first I just looked at the boy's pictures. Then her boyfriend when she was supposed to be watching me, and I hid to watch them do it. She gave him a hand, and mouth job, didn't really suck him off, but then he left and she washed her face in the bathroom. She didn't close the door, and she never went out with him again, but she took her clothes off.
I understand the dick picture better now. No hands, or mouth, just a dick and balls, but a big spurt of cum out the top. I saw that, when she stopped licking it like a popsicle, and finished jerking him off. Well, it was like a page. One big picture of a dick, spurting, and on the other side, a whole bunch of. Well attempted pussies, I guess. It took her a while for her to get it right, but she drew way better then the boys, probably because she had one to look at, they mostly drew boobs, and asses anyway. Grown up women, but naked, and hairy since they didn't know how to draw pussies. Not boobs, she didn't have boobs yet, either, just her pussy, and her fingers, I guess she used a mirror, but I didn't see how she drew it like that. From memory, or looking up and down, on her knees like she was in the shower, but I forget whether it was her right, or left hand in the picture, and if she used a mirror I guess it would be backward anyway.
She got in the shower, and washed her hair first, but then she started moaning. She thought we had the house to ourselfs, and I couldn't really see through the shower curtain, but I saw where her hands were, then she got down on her knees, then she bent over and started moaning real loud. So, I understood that picture too, and poked a hole in the back of the closet to see it better. There was tiles, but they were old, and there was some holes between the grout. I pulled some of the wallboard out for a hideyhole, for our growing collections of hom'ade erotica, and to see better between the studs. There was another board right under that to hold the notebooks, and sketchpads, and folded up papers, our parents never found it there. She knew I was watching, usually her and her girlfriends in the shower, but she didn't care.
I showed the boys too, we all drew sexy pictures, but they got a little too pushy, and tried to talk me into taking my clothes off, so I just left them alone after that. My sister had better pictures anyway. And stories when i got to read them, I could still sneak in and look at theirs, but they wrote pretty stupid stories, and drew really bad pictures. So, I looked at it, and then I thought of the mirror, and I started drawing it too. I told the teacher it was a "Fwowew," in class. I was just doodling, with crayons, and I got the red one. So, I guess I started trying to draw it again, don't remember whether it was supposed to be mine or a copy of her's, but I think that's the first thing I really remember. Instead of remember writing about, or from my later notes. I was scared, I knew I wasn't supposed to, Davie hid her pictures, and the notes I couldn't read, I was only in pre-k, but it scared me. I guess I was lucky she didn't know what it was, which is weird, because she presumably had one, so I drew in leaves, and went to the potty.
To play with it, I felt it, but I didn't have a mirror to look. Or really look, I could see the top, but the differences more than, the standard parts of a vulva. Or peepee, even just 13, I could tell she was different. We got dressed together, and she didn't always close the door to potty, or shower, and when she came out she took the towel off to put on her training bra, but I never got as good a look as when I got to read her notebook. She's really really into sex, by herself, with boys, girls, and even a boy and girl, but I could just look at the pictures, could barely read my name.
I knew about the hole, but I couldn't read about the cherry. So, I hurt myself, in the potty at school. It was okay, because the blood made me wet, and Davie started bleeding. Mom gave her the talk, and I got the abridged version, but she hid her sluttiness, and her colored pencil porn, there was fashion pictures in there too, it wasn't all dicks and pussies, but she just said "No I'm not hurt, it just means I'm growing up." But she was already having sex. I even saw a rubber, when she had a high-school couple over, and he put one on. To fuck his girlfriend while she ate Davie out, and if I remember correctly, that's when I learned the word "Pussy. Yes, lick my pussy good, uh!" She really liked it, and that's when I wanted to try that.
I used my fingers, licked 2 like a pussy, and tried to pretend one was a tongue, while I like 2 other fingers. It was summer, I remember that, and I started Kindergarten the next year. So, I guess I had to be about 3, or 4 when I got myself off. Not the first time, or even the first hundred times I bet, but I really liked it, with a crayon stuck in me, and licking my fingers like a pussy. I wasn't Taryn yet, I was Kat, or sometimes "Kath," because the kids at school couldn't say Kat, or even Gat, or Gath. I could spell it too, sometimes I got the K backwords though.
So, my first dildos were crayons, and my first lube spit, but mostly because my first fantasy was licking pussy, and getting fucked. From behind, not even Davie's, just a pussy, with nobody attached. Not even sure if there was a boy behind the penis, or if it was a penis, but I bent over to lick my fingers, and fuck the crayon. And that's how I got off, with my fingers slippery from spit, and trying to spread my lips, then squishing them around the crayon so they slipped in and out. I couldn't find my clit, I thought either I didn't have one, or it didn't grow yet, but Davie really liked hers, and finally I felt so good it squirted the crayon out. I just rubbed the flat end off, my favorite was the white one, cause nobody uses the white crayon, because paper is white. Or most paper, but I just colored it round, so it went in my pussy, and slipped my lips in and out around it while I fucked it.
I guess it took far to long to put them together, but a boy called me "Puthy Kath," at school, and I laughed until he pushed me down, and pulled my hair trying to pet me. I guess he wanted to play, pussycat, but I hated it. He sat on me, and pulled my hair till it hurt, but the teacher spanked him when she heard me screaming. Then, this other girl said "Pussycat," real good, and I was like, OH! Ding! Cartoon lightbulb, the whole deal.
So, I told her what Pussy means. I said pussy a lot, it was my favorite word, even before I put it together with my name. So, we went to play after school, and my mom got mad, cause I missed the bus, and she called the police with worry, but we were fine. We were under the 1st grade portable, there was boards all around it, but they were lose in the corner, so we could pull them open, and I even pulled the nails out with my skirt. I honestly don't remember this, but I copied my first notes, or the good part:
[It was dark under there, cause the boards was closed. We coudn't c, but I showed her, my picture I draw 4 her. She sayed it was "pweddy." And pointed. Then under the trailer I had to show her what it 4. But it dark, so I show her with my finger, and I had my crayon to show her that. When I got it wet, and her wet with spit.] She had a flower name, so I'll call her "Rose." [She called it "Pway Kiddykat!" I know what that mean, let's play Pussy, Kat! Only we don't call it pussy on the playground, and she called it her Rose, cause it's like a flower, and really red. I licked it really good, but she didn't taste like nothing. Or like my fingers, but I only licked my fingers, I didn't know she was supposed to taste like nothing.
I did know about how I hurt me, when I did it first. So, I was real careful and didn't hurt her. I stuck my tongue in, as much as I can, before I got the crayon wet, and I let her do it. I didn't have another crayon, so I petted her hair, like a Kitty, while she licked me, and it was so much better then playing pretend, and I didn't start moaning because I felt so good. Not that time, but I pretended, so she do it again, and again. Then, we heard the police cars, and crawled out. They didn't find our hiding spot, but we was dirty from the dirt under there, and I knocked it off her but when she got her underwear up, then she dusted off mine.
Then our moms come, and spanked us, but I got the giggles. My mom don't spank hard, but Rose cried real loud, so she didn't want to get in trouble again. So, I found another girl to teach Pussycat to, and another, and I like under the trailer cause it's secret and safe, but I don't like that it's dark and dirty. I found out it's not just Davie, every one is different, and boys are boring. And stupid, they just want to play stupid boy games that hurt girls, or Kindergarten boys, anyway. Older boys, they like sex, but not like girls. That's when I decided, or realized I don't like boys, I like girls.
I seen rose, when I crawl out first, and look back, she still had her skirt up, and pulled the crayon out so I could see her flower. I remember it enough to draw it, but that was my first. The first time I got to lick a real one, and it was even better then I imagine.
I find out later she play it with other girls too, because I kept on, and she kept on, so I met a girl a long time later that played it with Rose. She said right away, "Wike'a kiddyca?"
So, I said "I'm Kat?" She nodded, "It's my game, why it called Pussy, Kat?"
"Oh," so I got to go home with her, and she really liked it when she played it with Rose, but then she liked me even better, cause it's my game, and I play it way better. She told me, "She juth tuck it in, an puwt is owt." Nodding. I can do way better then that, but she had scabs. In her pussy, she wasn't careful like me.
"It huwt?" She nodded, "Then Y U wanna pway it, if it huwt?"
She shrugged, "I's fun and I wike you. You pwetty."
Turned out I wasn't the only gay girl at that school. Oh, and she was in 2nd grade, so I guess 6, or 7? I don't remember, but she was bigger, and she really liked playing the "Kiddy." That means licking the pussy, so I can pet her hair. She likes pussy, and she got real good. She made me feel really good, then the best, the first time and everything! Then her scabs healed, so I could show her how to fix a crayon, and fuck her. She really liked that, and the Kindergarten crayon even better, cause they're bigger. I licked her, and spit in her to get her wet, but she loves the crayon, especially the big black one from kindergarten.]
Ramona {Gg Mole}
So, I heard about this girl. "Kat," they called her Kitty Cat, or even Pussy Kat on the playground. Because she played with her pussy, and Pussy Kat with other girls under the portables, but you know how playground rumors are. So, I checked it out, an oddly consistent, and specific rumor for the first 3 grades that really shouldn't know so much about sex, much less pseudo-sapphic sex. But, a 6 year old lesbian isn't unheardof, maybe she's just gifted, but apparently she played it with all the girls, or at least tried to. So, she's kind of predatory, if ignorant, and I like to think we kept her from being arrested. After the first time she had the cops called on the school, because she was playing late with Rosie under the Portable.
I finally got around to her, but she said "I don't wike Kat." I asked why, but the best I could get out of her is "Because she get me in twubble." And she had a bad lisp, for a 2nd grader, maybe it was the missing teeth? Hell if I know, just a 5th grader, but let me get something out of the way: I'm not a lesbian, I'm a child molestor. I like it, and I got the proper training to get away with it, but I'm not going to lie to you in this account. I have to do that more than enough in real life, so to be perfectly honest, I like little girls. I don't love them, I really get off on teaching them, but "Pedophile" is for child molestors in denial. I don't love them, I like the fact that they don't know how to do anything, so I can show them.
Maybe it's about control, or maybe it's because I was molested starting when I was 5, but regardless, I'm going to write the truth. I molest little girls, because I like to, I know it's wrong, it makes me a bad person, and I like to too. I even like lying about it, and getting away with it, but part of writing this is that I don't have to lie. I don't want to lie to myself, delude myself, and I guess I also like busting a big old myth: Girls don't do that. Bullshit, I finally met a 6 year-old, that did it to other 6 yos, when she was 6. So don't give me that, I know better, and I hate baloney.
"Hello, Kitty!" I giggled.
"I'm cat," she shook her head. I kept petting her hair too.
"I'm Ramona, but you think you could teach me to play Pussy, Kat?" Kinda hot fantasy, being taught how by a little girl, and she'll show me what she already figured out.
She nodded, and sucked her finger. 1, not trying to be sexy, but just like a 6yo suckes her thumb, or fingers. She likes 1. "Okay!" She nodded.
"I'm in 5th grade," I made conversation.
"Fust." She nodded.
"I'm eleven."
"Sicks." Okay, not much of a talker.
"Huh!" I rolled my eyes, "How'd you learn to play Pussy, Kat?" I really like that sublety. We can say Pussy, right out in front of anyone, because if I call her Kat, then it sounds like we're saying "Play Pussycat." Which isn't a naughty word, but I'm naughty, and I love getting away with it. I suppose that's why I liked the naughty games, and kept going back to play them. She let me get away with stuff. "No, it's dirty under there, and I'm too big. Come on," I had to bend to pick up her hand, "Let's go to the restroom instead."
"Awite?" She nodded. I guess I like that she's little too. Of course I know this game, better then her, I played it with lots of girls she played with too. Rosey really likes it, but she got in trouble.
"So, where'd you learn to play Pussy, Kat?"
"I made it up!" Big proud smile.
"Good, it sounds really fun."
"Yeah, I wike it. It feel weawy good!"
So, it's erotic, and not just emulating something she saw, or was done with her. She's a natural, and I'm lucky to find one so young. They're rare. I wish I was a natural sexual predator, but I came by it the old fashioned way. Grooming, and being taught by an older one.
"Here," I locked the door. Potty room, just the one potty, but a full sized toilet too, for the teachers I'd guess, on the end of the kiddy wing. 1st-through 3rd grades, while I'm on the other one for 4th-through-6th, with real restrooms. A lot more private. "So, how do you play?" I squatted down, to her level.
"Wew," she looked, "You got to take off youw undies."
"Okay!" I got up, and make sure my skirt is up, so she can see. "Now what?"
"Hihn!" she covered her mouth, "You got haiw!" Not a lot, and most of them are still short.
I nodded, "Cause Ima big girl. You got hairs?" She shook her head. She chewed her tongue in the side of her mouth, and got out a couple crayons. "Well, that's what makes it a pussy, so you really got a Vulva. Until you're a big girl, with a real pussy. Can you say that, Vulva?"
"Fuwfa?"
"Close enough, but you can call it Kitty, if you like," I petted her hair, "You like that, Kitty?"
She pulled up my skirt, "You got to get it wet." And just put her face, right in my crotch!
"Oh!" that was forward! "Good kitty. Can you purr for me, kitty? That feels really good." I lied, she sucked at it really. Good, something to learn.
"Was puw mean?"
"You don't have a cat?"
She shook her head, "I'm Kat." She nodded.
"Kitty cat," I petted her hair, "Kitty cats say Ptrtrtrtrtrtr!"
"Uh uh, the cat say Meow!"
"Yeah, I read that book too, but they also say Ptrtrtrtrtrtr. Can you purr for me, little kitten?"
"Pdwdwdwdwdwh?" She tried. "Meow!"
"Yeah, that's a good little kitty. Kittens pur when they're happy, when you pet them like this. I have a kitty, I have lots of kitties. You wanna meet my kitties this afternoon? You want to play with my kitties, Kat?"
"Okay." as good a reason as any.
"Let's call your mom," I pulled up my panties, and took her hand. "So you don't get in trouble again, okay?"
"Okay!" She skipped a little, so cute!
"Hihihn! I like you, Kitty Kat. I like kiddy Kats, like you."
She stuck the crayons back in the pockets of her Skort. A little white one, and a big black one, I had to giggle a little. Oh, I'm straight, I'm only 11, so I'm not dating or anything, but I look at porn. I know all about little white dicks, and big black cocks, and maybe some day.
And a child molestor, but that's not even really like sex. It is sex, but it's not really my sexuality. It's like playing with myself, until I'm old enough to go out with boys, get a husband, and a house where I can molest girls while he's at work. Can't really explain it, you'd have to be another child molestor to understand, and then I wouldn't have to. It's like a hobby, but there's plenty of child molestor men out there. Ew? I don't want to be with another child molestor, I'd rather take care of all the molesting in my house, and get away with it, because girls don't do that. Donchaknow?"
"Hi mom, uh. I met a fwend, and she wants to pway wiph me today, afta school. She got cats, and I wanna pway wiph hew cats, so don't wowwy, I'm wiph my fweing."
"Ramona," I nodded.
"Wamona. Bye." She hung up.
I looked at the clock, "Lunch is almost over," I held the office door, "So, I'm gonna go back to class. I'll see you after school, by the portable?"
"Okay," she skipped off.
I grinned, she sure is cute. And I'll teach her how to eat a real pussy. She sure didn't learn it in kindergarten!
Taryn {FTh Ther}
"My name's Theresa, and I. Huh! I guess I'm a pedophile. Well, I'm a lesbian, and I love my girlfriend. I just, found something irresistible in little girls. Too. Now, I know I'm not here to make excuses, but I'm just trying to understand why. I know it's wrong, and I feel guilty about it, but maybe if I could, explain how I got this way I could stop, cheating on my girlfriend?
So anyway, my first girlfriend, Veronica, she was eleven, when she started molesting me. Huh! I thought we're in love, but it turns out she wasn't even gay, or a pedophile, just a child molestor. I think it might help, if you guys would warn us, little girls that not all of them are dirty old men in trenchcoats with fedoras. I mean, in Stranger Danger, they just didn't tell us to look out for eleven year old girls too. But, now that I'm older, and actually read something about it, I have to admit to myself that she never loved me. She pretended to be my friend, to get in my pants, molested me until she got bored, then broke my heart, and started going out with boys in middle school. She's married now, probably has kids, which you might want to look into, but I honestly don't know. I haven't kept up with her since she dumped me for a Jr. high boy.
Huh! I wouldn't say she Groomed me, really. I'm gay, I was attracted to her, so she just took advantage of that? I guess i was about 6, in first grade, didn't know anything about sex, but even before that I never liked boys. And it wasn't really like the regular first grade snips, and snails, they just don't do anything for me. Never did. It wasn't cooties, it was boys, I even imagined kissing girls before I even met her. She was older, and pretty, and I just kind of liked that this older girl liked me, and wanted to play with me. So, she invited me over after school, and we played for a while, but she made a game out of it. "Kitty Cat," she said she liked kitties, and she always wanted one. Turns out her molestor was this old cat lady, I went over there once, but Ew. She was really creepy, I thought she was a Witch! So anyway, I guess that's who she learned the kittycat game from, but I liked playing it, I really liked the feeling of her petting me, even the sexual petting. I didn't realize it was sexual, fondling, but it felt good. In an erotic way that I was just too young to realize was erotic.
She moved real fast, that's one way she's not like a pedophile, at all. Why that first day, she told me another name for Kitty. "Pussy, you want to see my pussy, Kat?" So, she showed me, or flashed me, and she was starting to grow pubic hair. So, she made me pet her pussy, and I was gay, so I liked that. I still like that, I still believe that's why I'm a pedophile. I like girls that age, just starting to sprout, only instead of lying to them, and breaking their hearts, I'm honest with them. Yeah, I groomed them, tried to insert myself into their lives, and stick with them a couple years until they're about thirteen, but at least I don't lie to them. I tell them, that's what we're doing.
And you, lie to us, doc. You, and all the other men in your patriarchal sexist culture. Yes, I am to blame, I'm a sexual predator, but that doesn't absolve you from your role in making it so easy for women like me, and both of my abusers. So, while I'm learning more about myself, you can learn from me, and pass it on to be buried by more powerful men that don't want to admit the truth: Girls are sexual. We all are, maybe not all little girls, but we like sex, we want it, and some of us are sick of waiting around for some guy to come and rescue us from our tower. Some of us are gay, some of us are truly bisexual, and some of us are predatory child molestors. Accept that, and do a better job of educating girls so we're not so damned easy to victimize, okay?
I think I've made my point, so anyway. Huh! After Veronica dumped me, I got pretty low, and. I was too young to get a worker's permit, and I satrted baby-sitting. Great idea, right? After getting molested, and learning about, how to talk girls into, playing games, like Kitty Cat? I guess the first ones were, too young. I didn't realize what I wanted, right away, and it's not like girls really need baby sitters when they're about nine-to-11? I don't know, whenever they start growing?"
"That would make you technically a Hebephile, or Ephebophile?"
"What''s the difference?"
"Depends on who you ask, some therapists use them interchangeable, because the difference is Greek, or Latin. The distinction from Pedophilia is you are attracted to teenagers, adolescents, and puberty, right?" She nods, and shrugs.
"Okay, so let's back off from the victims, and grooming a while. What is it you're attracted to?"
"Well, their growth? I guess, huh! The young ones, they stay too young, too long. Ny first gir, my Molestor."
"Good, that's important too."
"Well, I basically got to watch her grow up, then i fucked around with little girls, i guess around six-to-eight, but it wasn't like it was with her. I missed her, so they were like rebound girls, and also helped my work on. Well, my lines, how I talk my way into their panties. Then I hit puberty, like the summer between 4th and 5th grade, and I met. Well, now I guess I can call her my first real girlfriend. Because we're both around the same age, or we could go through puberty together. She was really my best friend, but, the way I am, I couldn't keep it, just friends, very long. I got more patient as I got older."
Miss P* {Gg Pseu/Saph. EC - Pads Paws, and Claws/Leave my Kitten Alone (Late Nite with David Letterman, Live.)}
"Hhuh!"
? my ear perked up, and I turned back at the end of the aisle. Peeped around, just in time to hear the distinctive sound of tights snapping back.
"Well, hello." Kitty, but black.
"Snh?" She drops her fingers.
So yeah, "You know, you probably don't want to do that in public?"
"What?" I bent to grab her hand.
"Snh," I whispered, 'play with yourself.'
She jerked back her hand.
"It's okay, you just wanna find a more private place. So you don't have to worry, about anyone," like a child molestor, "catching you."
"I know!" she looked around. The party store, not a lot of business this time of year. "Huh! I was just, testing?"
"What?"
"You know," she turned, "The outfit?" Showed me the tail, to match the black ears on her plastic hairband.
"Huhah! Getting ready for Halloowe'en early?"
She shook her head, "It's sexy."
"Yeah, you got the money for that?" I tucked the bag of balloons in my purse already, why I was back in the out of season corner, that doesn't have a shoplifting mirror.
She shook her head. "Why I come here, to wear it."
"Cummon," I got out the credit card. Not mine, but you know. Expenses?
"Furry." I nodded.
She reached up to feel the plastic fuzz on her hairband.
"Yiffy!"
"Huh?"
"Yeah, we'll take these ears, and tail."
"Finally decided to get them, cat-girl?" He grinned.
"Just Kat." she shook her head, frowned.
"Thanks, skip the bagging." I winked, "Just don't bust her for shoplifting on the way out, eh? And you can pitch the receipt."
She giggled. "So, what'd you get?"
"Huh?" I grinned, walked a little faster.
"Uh!" she rolled her eyes, "Well, I know what I was there to do, so what'd you get?"
"Haha! Just some balloons, I'm not a furry."
"What are you, then?"
"Sadomasochistic lesbian and latex fetishist."
"Oh," she grinned, "So what'd you get?" Raised her eyebrows. Cute!
"Just a pack of balloons."
"Rubber balloons." I nodded, didn't just whip them out here. "So, what's sexy about them?"
I shrugged, "Mostly the way they feel, squeeky? Yeah, Huh! I like how they squeak, on dry skin."
"So, like wax?"
"You like wax?"
She shrugged, "I guess? it doesn't squeek, but. Yeah, I like how it feels."
"Hot wax?"
"No, dry." Nodding, "Uh! I like how it feels, inside. You know," she looks around, "Inside? Like candles, but I don't burn myself with them."
"How old are you?"
"10? How old are you?"
Look away, "Twelve?"
"Okay, how old are you really?"
"Huh!" sharp as a tack, too!
"Uh! Would you believe eleven?"
"Is that a question, or an answer?"
"How long have you been doing this?"
"Picking up strange girls in stores? it's my first time."
"Me too." Not that I'm used to being picked up, but it has been known to happen. It turns out that shopping is a good way to see what they like!
Star {FfG NS Talk}
I picked them up after work. They got in back, together. "Hello, Kitty!"
"UH!" She hates that.
"Sorry, you don't like that?"
"Well, I get that a lot, and she's a pretty stupid character. Like Dora?" Shakes her head, "Too cute? Too white?"
"Yeah, I totally get it." She laughed, "She's Japanese, though," she giggled.
"You don't mind just dropping us off."
"Huh!" still learning how to be a compulsive manipulator. "Your first time? No." Firmly. "You understand, what is your name by the way?"
"Kat."
"Of course." roll my eyes.
"Or Taryn," she shrugs, "If you like that better."
"Yeah!" I nodded, "Much more unique, and not as obvious."
"Thanks!"
"So, what did she tell you about herself?" I turned back, zipped my lips at the liar. I know where she gets it from.
"Uhm? She's a lesbian, and into rubber, and S&M."
"Okay, yes but you know what that means?"
"Tying her up," she shrugged, "Maybe burning her with candlewax?" I looked back. Oddly specific, not just pain. Wax play. "What? I like wax!"
"Okay," look, call it an excuse, but your culture produces an amazing number of fetishistic little girls, then force them to hide it until they turn abusers without healthy age-appropriate sexual outlets. So, legal or not, I will keep enjoying the victims your culture collectively denies making in the first place. You don't like it? Go fuck yourselves. "Now, I have to tell you this is illegal, and technically child molestation. You understand that she's a child-molestor, right?"
"Mhm?" she nods, "Me too."
"What? Wh," you never get used to it. At least I hope never to. "You molested children? How many?"
"I don't remember, all of them probably. Huh! There was a lot in Kindergarten, so I didn't count."
"You molested kindergarteners?" narrow down the Type of victims.
"Well, no. Huh! I played with them, in Kindergarten, first second, and third grade. But I didn't count, in kindergarten."
"Sexually."
"Well, play sex. Games." Nodding.
"What games?"
"Kiddy Kat. You know, it's called a Pussy, right? Well, we couldn't call it Pussy Kat, in elementary. So, I called it Kiddy Kat, because it sounds like Kittcat." Okay, even kindergarten fetishism, which is what, 5, or 6 these days? Easily the youngest, I've ever gotten to talk to that wasn't the victim of some man.
"Huh!" And I guess, I get a little something out of these surprises. Kinky little girls, don't really care about their age, some of them are older than I. I'm gay, but I prefer kinky little girls. Sue me.
"Well, I'm Susan. So, I'm going to let you use my house, because it's safer for both of you."
"Yeah, my ex had a Woman friend like that."
"Here?"
"No," she shook her head, "Back in Ohio. My parents caught us, playing so they moved me away. They still think they can make me straight."
"And what do they do. What else have they done to repress your sexuality?"
"Iano?" Shrugs, and shakes her head, "Nothing? They just moved me away, and I guess they figure that fixed it."
"Well, I don't believe in fixing girls, just helping you learn how to do it safely, sanely, and consensually."
"What's consensually mean?" See!? If you taught them this in school, I wouldn't have to.
"It means no victims." I held up my finger, "Rule#1 is Ask, don't assume. You understand? Because this is important."
"Ask what?"
"Everything, every time. She can show you, uh what name did she give you?"
"Polly?"
"Okay, Polly knows the drill, but if you don't ask her, especially with dangerous things like wax play, you can abuse her by accident. So, ever drop, ask her. 'Are you ready?' Like that. That's Consent. If she consents, that means you can do it. If she doesn't, then don't. Do something else. She like abuse, certain kinds of abuse, but up to a point. So, you can still hurt her, even rape her, if you think fucked up things like 'No means yes,' and Assume she's too kinky to torture. She even thinks that, so it's dangerous for both of you to get into that mindset. You got it? Good, don't forget, she can't control herself, so you have to."
"Okay." She nodded, seriously.
"Now," Vm, over my shoulder, "Rule #2 is try everything yourself, first. Especially candlewax, you get candles?" I snapped my fingeres, "Let me see. yeah, these will be all right. Make sure they're quality wax, and not plastic wax like birthday or party candles, and scented candles can be, unreliable. Better to stick to plain white paraffin wax."
"They're cheeper too."
"Zippit!"
"See what I mean about control? Now, # three is the tricky part: Go Low, and Slow. Start as low intensity as possible, and build as slow as possible. Not only is this safer, but Polly here tends to escalate out of control."
"What's Escalate mean?"
"Good, keep asking questions like that, instead of Assuming," Back to #1, reinforce through repetition "It means to build up, bigger and bigger. So, for instance what did you do to your victims?"
"Well, I started off with games, like pet the Kiddy, then pet the Pussy, and then I Escalate?" I nodded, good, "With fucking them with crayons, or candles."
"So, you're a wax fetishist." She nodded. "What about it?"
"Well, um." she thought, "I guess cause i started with crayons, but I really like the feel, and you don't have to get it as wet as" shrugs, "Rubber, or plastic? I don't know, I tried other stuff, but rubber and plastic, you really have to get it wet."
"So you know to Lubricate." Which is #5, but you don't have to do it in order if they skip ahead in the conversation, "What do you use?"
"Spit?"
"No other fluids, like urine?"
"Ew!"
She giggled a little, but I let it go. "So, she didn't tell you that, but Polly is also," mostly, "A piss fetishist. She loves it, uses it for lube, and even drinks it."
"Ewww! Hihihihnim! Gross!"
"Go ahead and explain it."
"Well, that's kind of the idea? I love it beCause it's nasty. I'm a dirty girl, so i like gross nasty things. Like pain, it's not filthy, but it's the same way as with piss. You're not supposed to like it, so." She shrugged, "I do."
"You're weird."
"Yeahbut, you love it!" She grinned, and nodded.
"Okay, we can continue this inside, but you like to dressup." As a cat, at leas, "Are you Goth?"
"Oh no. I'm a Calico, really. But all they got is Black Cant ears, and tails at the party store, so I just matched them up."
"Well, I'll see if we can find some other color options for you, but you are really into Kitty play?"
"Uhuh! I like the jokes. You know, Kiddy/Kitty, and Kat/Cat?" She giggled. "Yeah, so i guess that's how I got into it."
"And it's part of your MO, but you want a girlfriend now, right?" She nodded, "Which means no more victims. Polly is ironically Monogamous, but, a serial monogamous. Which means instead of cheating on you she's going to want to burn you out as quicly as possible to dump you, and move onto the next girl."
"Wel don't." she turned on her, "You hear me? I hate that. Don't use me up, and throw me away, all right? my last girlfriend did that, and it broke my heart!"
"Okay!" She feigned being offended, but I know her better than that.
"Good, hahah! That's #4. You're the boss. She loves to be bossed around, and if she acts up, tell me. I'll make her Pay. Ask her, she doesn't want to fuck this up, right?"
"Okay! Jesus!"
"Good," I patted her cheek, just short of a slap. She's already in the mood, I can smell it. "Are you wearing underwear?"
She shook her head. "Took them off." I snapped for her to take them out of her purse."
"She shoplifted!"
"KaAaT!" She giggled.
"Now, you know that's what the expense card is for."
"I know."
"Well, since you'll just enjoy a spanking too much, go sit in the corner."
"Yes, Maam."
"Good, sit on your hands."
I went through her purse. "Huh!" Balloons, "She steal these?" Yes, "These?" the candles. "This?" Lighter.
"No, she payed for that."
"But,"
"Zipit!" She nodded.
"She doesn't steal because she has to. She just likes breaking rules." I frowned at her. "Same store?"
She shook her head. "We got the lighter, and the candles at the gas station." She nodded, "Free $.99."
"Huh! She get you a Soda too?"
I shook my finger. "You are not going to turn her into another addict, and teach her to steal. You got that?" She rolled her eyes. "Say it."
"I'm not going to hook her on caffeine, and teach her to shoplift."
"Damned right you ain't, because this is My house, and if you want to use it, you Will follow My rules. You know I don't give a flying fuck about their laws, but I will Not be Disobeyed, got it?"
"Yes maam."
"You too. You will find out, I mean it, and I can find all kinds of wicked ways to Discipline you if you act up. This, you and her are to let you be bad, here, where you won't get in trouble. So, you can be good out there, and stay out of trouble, but that doesn't mean I tolerate you breaking my rules. In My house, if you can't deal with that, good luck finding a better place to do this, and not get caught."
"Okay! I understand. You're the boss."
"Damned right." I nodded.
"Mh!"
"You have something to say?"
"Yeah, she lied too, and stole the candles."
"Kitty?" She looked down. "Bad kitty, Zipit!"
"Mhm." She nodded.
"Well, that's 2 each. So, you get 2 drops, and she has to watch."
"2 drops of wax!" Excited?
"Have you done any pain play before?" Her ponytail wagged.
"Then I have to show you, anyway. Get up on the couch, and pull up your shirt. I will not be lied to in my own house young lady, so you're going to take this. Feel what it's like, or leave and never come back."
"Yes maam." But she was grinning. Masocurious?
"HhH!" Cute little belly. Girly belly, like overgrown baby-'fat,' but really just the natural build of a little girl that isn't even thinking about breasts yet. Locked onto the candle, and practically mystified by the flame flickering in her wide black eyes. And grinning, ear to ear. "Now, pay attention. The wax cools in the air, so" I held out my bare arm, "Mh! The higher you hold it up, the cooler it gets. Huh!"
She winced, "See? I tried it first, but your first time, I want you to hold it up, as high as you can, and with candles, drip the excess wax off to the side so you can melt out 1 drop."
"What's exeaH!" She jumped, and rubbed it, "Ow!"
"See? That's what you're going to do to her, but don't rub it off. Now, if I hit that same spot, then it will protect you some. You understand, there's a tiny burn under it," I dribbled on the side-table, "But you'll get more used to it, and keep in mind you can't hold it up this high."
"YEAUW!" She yelped. "Mh!"
"That's 2." She rubbed it, but not off. "How's it feel?"
"I like this. But it hurt when you put it on."
"Yes, it's hot wax, but you like the wax on your skin?" She smiled, nodding. "Okay, this is vitally important, but don't let her hurt you. Never let her hurt you, or tye you up, because she doesn't know how or when to stop."
"Okay?" she looked scared.
"Good. You do the hurting, and the tying, don't ever trust her. For your own safety."
"Yes, maam."
"Excess just means extra. It's just a fancy way of saying it, or surplus."
"Oh."
"Now, you want to try it on her?"
"Yeah!" she jumped up.
"Good, now stand up on the table. Polly, you can get on the floor."
"Hehehahaha!"
"And I hope you learned your lesson."
"Yes maam." I did it first, to her girlfriend. She hates that, and she had to watch. That's worse torture for her than burning her, with candlewax, which she hasn't even tried yet.
"You don't wanna lie on your back?"
She shook her head, "Then I can see it coming. Oh, and the back isn't as sensitive."
"Oh,"
"However, another nice thing about dribbling off the excess is that it's a surprise, for both of you. You can never be too sure how fast, much less exactly when it's going to fall. So, it's more exciting this way."
"Ow!"
"One drop at a time," I held out the candle, and let some drips build up in the small caldera that was starting to form. PATpTaPtp:. Right next to her head. "Also, you can tease her, like this."
"HhHhH!" She shivered.
"Hihihihihn!"
"NH! Hhmn!" She nodded, and I took the candle back.
"Good," welled up some more to dribble on the other side...
Kataryn {GfF IR BDSM/Talk.}
"Huh!" she got up, "That's it."
"Had enough?" Miss Susan was on the couch, playing with herself, but I was having way more fun dripping wax on Polly's back, and butt.
"Hh!" she was real red! "I'm just Horny as fuck now!"
"Discipline, you know it's better the slower you build up. Now, show her some other spots."
She was naked, and sat up with her legs open, and her head back. "Can you take your skort off?" She frowned, up side down.
"Yeah, and can you hand me another candle?" This one was almost used up, but her back was nice, and shiny. I felt the spot on my belly, and "Hihihn!" I just noticed, it was like cum! I'm not into boys, but I seen it. All over my sister, one time, and she's even darker them me!
"You like black girls, Polly?" Miss Susan.
"There all right," she shurgged, leaned back against the table. "My girlfriend was mixed, but she looked a lot whiter."
"What happened to her?"
"Nothing, she still cums around, we just did everything. But this, huh! I can't believe we didn't try wax play."
"You like it?" Miss Susan.
"It's intense!" she nodded, "I love your butt, in those panties!"
"Hihihihn!" I turned around, tried to look back, but I only saw half of it really good. "Really? It ain't to big?"
"Well, I like it, big. Not like you got any boobs to look at. Speaking of which, huh! Since your aim is good, start off on my chest, up here this time, so it dribbles down between them."
"Okay," I tipped the candle so it was dribbling good, and held it up, way up to dribble some more.
"Nh, haH!"
"Hihihn!"
"Now, huh!" She licked her lips, "Mh! Don't hit my face, or my neck. First of all, we don't want to leave any marks, where anyone can see them, but some spots are more sensitive than others."
"Like your boobs?" I really want to coat them!
"Yeah, but it's not just the breast, the whole thing, so this time try to hit up here, on my chest so it splatters, and NHmhhn UhmM!?" She closed her eyes, and just took some quick breaths until she could take a whole one. "Hah! Yeah so it's more sensitive, the closer you get to the nipples, but. Nh! Fuck, that's enough for now."
"Huh! HuhhHH!"
And there goes Miss Susan! I blew out the candle, and "Uhn Hah!" Dropped the rest on the other side, then just watched.
4 fingers, together, looked like she was trying to stuff her hand halfway in, but she rubbed on top with her thumb. "Uh!" it made wet squishy noises, "Uhuhuhuhuh!" And it ran out, all over her legs, I swear I saw some drops spit out in her hand too, she fucked it so hard.
"Hihihn! My sister didn't do it like that"
"How'd she do it?"
"2? usually like this, but, god. You're really loose Miss Susan!"
"Huh!' she nodded, "Huh hummn!?" Shook her head, "Okay, that's kind of a myth. Huh! A woman gets loose, as she gets turned on. But it's from arousal." Her wet hand out, she slicked her flappy lips, and pinched them between her fingers. "Ngh!" they snapped, and wrinkled when she pulled them out, and let go.
"Miss, Susan?" She looked up, "Can I taste your pussy juice?"
"Sure," she held up her fingers.
So, "Sniff," I could smell them, and lick the backs of them. Not really like a pussy, a pussy don't got any bones in it.
"What about me?" Poly got up, "I'm good and wet now!"
"Well," I grinned, "I guess I can try yours too." I sat down on the table. "Snh!" She wasn't this wet before, and I really didn't get a chance, to even see it when she was on the floor.
"Huh!" I dipped some out, to lick my fingers, and slip them back through again. "Huh, huh!" She humped, but she said to tease her. And I like this, she wants me to lick her out, but I can't see, and I'm supposed to tease her, right? She's got lips inside, but not as long as Miss Susans. "Huh! Yeah!" I could pinch them, between my fingers, but they just slipped back in instead of pulling otu. They don't hang out like miss Susans."
"Arms at your sides," She petted between my ears, "Not you, kitten. Keep using your fingers." Pulled my tail out to let it drop. "Good kitten, yeah, you're a good little kiddie, aren't you?"
"Yeah!" I nodded, and licked up between her lips.
"Huh! Heah!"
"Zipit, you! Put these on." I looked up, but she gave her some rubber gloves. Long yellow rubber gloves, like a dishwasher's. "Hands behind your back."
"Yes maam."
I got up, on the table. And felt the splats of wax on her chest.
'hH!" She gasked, "Yeah!"
"She said zip it."
She nodded, and swallowed.
"Huh!"
"Hihihn!" she was so red. And waxy, I felt the dribbles down the middle, and the splatters on top. "Uhlh!" Licked up the long hard warm lines, and held onto her boobs to squish them on my face. "Yeah, slut. Huh!"
"Ngh!?" She nodded. "Hiha! I just got to shake my tail a little, and you come running?"
"I'm gonna put some music on."
"Okay, miss Sarah. Hey!" I looked back, "Over here?" I listened to all the things Sarah said, watching me dibble on her, so I got some idea. What she likes to be called. "Can't control yourself, huh slut?" She shook her head. "What?"
"Noh?"
"Noh what?"
"No, I can't. I can't control myself."
"Why not?"
She smiled a little. "You're just too sexy, in your cute little cat ears." She winked.
"Wipe that smile off your face, you bad girl. Stupid child molestor, you like little girls?"
"Yeah!"
"Zipit!"
"Mngh!" She nodded.
"You like kinky little Kiddies?"
"NhH!"
"Huh! You want some kiddy cat? Some pussy? You bad little girl?"
"Yeah!"
"I said zipit, she said zipit, but you just can't control yourself, can you you bad little girl?"
"Nhmh?" She shook her head, biting her lips, and holding her eyes almost as tight. "Snh!"
"Get down, on your knees, I got something to shut you up."
"HuhH!"
"Yeah, bite my panties. Suck the stink out you filthy little slut. Like you know you wanna. You want this? You don't desrve it, my pussy too good for you, you whiney little baby. Yeah, suckem, getem good and wet."
"Mh, hmM!"
"You like piss?"
"MH!?" She looked up, nodding.
"You're not good enough for my piss."
"Mh!" She frowned. I mean she really wanted it, so bad?
"Tell me, tell me how much you want my piss."
"Yeah, please. I want your piss, I just want to taste it, so much. Please, please piss in my mouth, all over my face, huh, god!"
"Hihihin!" I shook my head, "I don't have to, yet. So you're gonna have to wait. Go get me a drink, from the kitchen."
"Oh, oh yes, Miss Kitty!"
"Meow," I grinned and got down. "No, from a bowl?" crawled back and forth from the table to the couch and back. "HhH, ptrtrtrtwh!"
"Oh, you're doing good," Sarah petted me, "You're doing so good, Kitty!"
I purred some more, "What song is this?" Licked my hand, and wiped down my ear.
"Pads Paws, and Claws, Elvis Costello." (Spike...)
"Well, I don't like it, change it."
"What would you like?" I giggled, watching her come back with a bowl of water, in her yellow rubber fingers, with some kind of rubber tube tied around them.
"Here you go," she had to squat, to put it down.
"Uh!" I crossed my legs, and pulled my tail over my leg. "I'm over here? Something slower, and quieter. Miss Sarah."
"How's this?" I listened. "What's that?"
"Front 242 - Felines." (Front by Front)
"I like it." I nodded. Bent down to just lap a little up. Just one slurp. "Uh! It's too warm, get me an ice-cube." At the trailer, that cat-lady had a Siamese that demanded ice water, or she wouldn't drink. "Hihihn! This is fun!"
"It helps to play music, like this for her. Not anything she likes, something distracting. It makes her last longer."
"Thanks, WHERE'S MY ICE!?"
"UhHa!" she laughed, "You're a natural!" Well, maybe? I've been playing this game for almost 5 years, too. It's my favorite! I'm not really a cat, but the nice thing about playing the kitty is you don't have to do anything. Just "meow," to get petted, and stretch out on the couch. Lick my knuckles, and dig my nails back, and forth into the cushions. "Uh! That means pet me?"
She sat down, backwards, and had to feel with her loose rubbery gloves. "Uh," I had to turn on my side, so I reached back to switch my tail. Around her leg. "I don't get your stupid rubber fetish. Huh! Sit on the table, and pet me with your feet."
"Yes, miss kitty."
"Mh, ptrtrtrtrwh!" Stretch, and squirm around. "Yeah, use your toes. Huh, myeahy, don't touch my tail, with your filthy paws. Uh!" I twitched my hips to shake my tail. "Myeah, meaow! ptwtwtwtdr!" I was getting really horny too. "Hand me that candle, the one I used on you. The last time, it's right there, on the floor." Between the couch and the table, so she had to get down, and I really like to see her like that. "Hihihmiao! Now, sit down. Pull the table back, huh! Yeah! That's a good bitch."
"Him!" She sighed, and her chin went up, "HhuhH!"
"Trixy! Look at me, not the ceiling, here. Get it wet for me. Yeah, suck this filthy thing, 's been all over the floor. Suck it, deeper, get it good and wet, yeah. Suck it like a dick, you cocksucker. Is that it? You like the cock, slut? Yeah, you're a good little cock slut, huh?"
"Mhm! Ghlk, Khah!"
"Now, pull my undies down. Yeah," I turned over, "Don't touch me, just my panties, and don't let go of that big waxy dick in your mouth."
"Mhm?"
I looked up, "Whatsat for?"
She was topless, just wearing a skirt and heels. Unless she put some more underwear on.
"Here," she led up what looked like a giant black rubberband, "You can help me with this, since she's a little tied up." She pulled the candle out, and put her underpants in her mouth. "You taste that?"
"Mhm?"
"Yeah, got them nice and nasty for you, little slut." She just put her head back, and closed her eyes.
"No, you're going to watch this, you little bitch, for cheating on me. Huh! And I don't even want to hear you breathe."
I wish i had a pen and some paper, so i could take notes. Yeah, I'm learning, but she was the real Master of this stuff. Of this house.
"Now, let's talk fire-safety."
"Ooh!" Boring!
"Huha!" she held up the first finger, "!: she can't have a lighter. Little pyro can't be trusted with them."
I nodded, but she pulled the black rubber over, and her arms through. Looked like half an inner tube, but for a real big bike, and cut around the middle. Can't tell if it's the inside, or outside half, but she pulled it real tight in front, and twisted it. "Hhuhhhhh!" Even tighter, when she let it out. "Nh! Nwh, help me get it ovr my t'tz."
I got to feel them, and they weren't like Polly's little anthills. Nice big nipples pokin out, but Susan's were big, and round. "Nyeah, nh!" And now they bulged out and ballooned.
"Can I suckem?"
"Nhy, pls, huh!" She petted my hair, and pulled out my tail. My ponytail, the clipon once came off with my panties. "Mh, yrh!"
"Prdrdrdrdrh!"
"UGH!"
"Yeah," I look back, "You can get it like this when you grow some tits. Little bitch."
"Uh!" She held something up, "Hrh!"
"Mhm!" She nodded, so I took the rubberband off of her fingers.
"Lme shwh youh." She can barely breathe, how is that, any fun at all? I shurgged, but these are big and blue, like the ones from broccoli, or celery.
"OWH!" Muffled, I icked my undies up to wipe some snot off of her lip.
"Snh!"
"Blow. Yeah, blow it out, so you can breath."
"Knkhkhkh!"
"Nwh, wach meh." She took a breath. 'hhH!" Squeezed her side, so it bulged out, and hand to use 3 fingers to snap it on.
"Ungh!" More snot, so I wiped it, and let her blow again.
"Think she's wet, enough?"
I looked down.
"I don't." hhH! "Knwh." She shook her head, "Knt have twh, hhHN Mrch lube."
"Yeah," I wiped her spit and snot in.
"AWHR!" Don't ask me, but she likes it. I'm learning. "WERH!" Nodding.
"Sich fucking slut, you shoulda seen her suck that candle like a good little cocksucker. You know, i don't think she's a lesbian at all, she's such a slut for the cock."
"Hh, huh, ugh!" Through her nose, "Snh!"
"Yeah, she wants it, like a big old dick. Don'tcha, bitch. You want it? Yeah, bend over like the bitch you are."
"YWSh MRSh TRYCh"
"Hihihn!" I couldn't help it "She speaks undies!"
"Prntysh."
"Did I ASK you?"
"Uhn!"
"Ohh, the bitch like that?"
"Yrsh mrsh Trysh."
"Yeah," I patted her head, "That's a good little dog." I looked back, and picked up the bowl. "SLURPH! Khah!" I set it down with a clank, and squatted over it. "You want my piss? Hhn!" Just a little trickled out but she could taste it. "This what you want, you piss drinking bitch?"
"Pissy missy."
I forgot about her a minute.
"Yeah, pissy missy. You thirsty?"
"Mwuh! Huh hh, yeah."
"No, I want to hear you pant like a dog more. Go on, you know how."
"Huh huh huh?"
"Lowder!"
"Huhl huhl huHL!"
"Yeah, good doggy. Here's your bowl. her you go boy, here's your treat!"
Ooh, she looked up when I said Boy!
"Who's a good boy, who's a good boy?"
"Hahl yeahl luh huh. Siph!"
"Well, have to get you a nice dog col;"
"No, wait."
"What!?"
"I'm sorry," she shook her head, "I didn't think we'd be getting into puppy play, but you don't know what you're asking."
"Noh, go ahead. Huh! Get her a collar, go get her a collar now!"
Bottom (With the caveat that she's a Power-bottom.)
God, I never, nobody ever made me feel like this! I mean, imagine a girl, maybe half my age, that, "HhHhH!" I shivered.
"Break it up, go sit in the corner." At least she untied my hands, "And do something about that."
"Yes, huh! Thank you Mistress." 2, easy, and the loose rubbery gloves just made it easier to sop them in and out. Slopsplopsplop..!
"Hh, hhhhH?" she shook her head, in her hands, "Help me out of this."
I closed my eyes, and just waited to hear the Snap! SPLPLPLPL! "Huh, uh!"
"She's hyperaroused right now, and I let things go way too far. Huh, I needed to control the scene better, and I'm sorry."
"No, that was great!"
"Uhuhuhuh!" SPAP! SlopsplotSPLAP! "Uhn uh!"
"Hihihn!"
"UGhn!" Finally. "Uhuhuhn!" I fell off the stool. "Nuhnuhuhn!" Just shook like an epileptic, and felt my wet aching pussy suck, and clamp on my fingers. "Ngh, hun!"
"Huh! Hh, okay, so she wasn't in her right mine, so we're all going to cool down, and talk about this."
"OwhH!"
"Uh huh!' I nodded, maybe I can get another.
"Stop that!"
"Uh!" I pulled out. "Sit up, and pay attention."
"Yes mistress."
"Now, in the community, collaring has a special significance. For instance, I collared her real first girlfriend, which means she was Mine."
"NhM!" she Looked back, but I just lifted my fingers to show them on my lap, and squeezed my thighs together. And rubbed them together more when she looked back.
"Yeah, I want that!"
"But it's your first scene!"
"NuUh! I collared plenty of Kiddies, can you hand me that candle?" I tried to start a fire, even with my thighs dripping wet, and squeezed out a little pee. "What? She gets to get off?"
"Uhn!"
"Not a word, and stop that! Spread your legs."
"Yeah, I wanna see your pussy."
"Fuck!" And just like that, the scene spun out of her control. I had to grin, but I really had help this time.
"Huhn! ih!" Wow, looked like 2 inches.
"You're wet?" The thick end too.
"Nyeah!"
"But you're 10?"
"Noh, nh! nine. I lied." She stopped, "You wanna drip some more wax for that?"
"Oh my fucking GOD!"
"Hahahaha!"
"I said quiet!"
"Oh come on! Hahah! You can't expect me to hold it in for this?" Bye bye control. She thought she could handle us, both of us, that's why I was ready to wear her collar. "She's fucking perfect!"
"Uhm myeah, meaoh, meow!"
Fast little fucking hands too, I couldn't wait!
"Go get the collar, now."
"Huh!" she nodded, "It'll probably be good for you," she shook her head, "But you're both cumming with me."
"Meah, eauohHooHOHH!"
"You might," I pointed, "Wanna," twirled my finger, "Take care of that first, too."
"Oh for fucks sake, come here."
"Yes mistress."
"And make it quick."
"Yes, miss."
"MIStress!"
"Oh, yes!"
"I'm still the MASter of this house!"
"Ah yes!'
"And you're NOT! COLlared YET!"
I fell down, and grabbed her hips, greedily pushing up her skirt. "Huh, huh!"
"Cummere, bitch!"
"MYEAH!"
"Huh!"
Sarah {FG/f Domi NS. EC - "This is Hell."}
"Huh!" What a clusterfuck! She's worse than Wayne! Fortunately, they grew apart after his transition, but still. "I really shouldn't allow this so quickly," but fucking Lesbian love. You have to plant your feet, and an Anchor to hold it back sometimes!
"So, how'd you get into, all this?" And she's so goddamned cute!"
"Huh!" can't rub my eyes, and drive, "My, first lover."
"Boyfriend, or girlfriend?"
"Yes," shake my head, "It's complicated. Regardless, actually my little sister, sucked me into this sick revenge fantasy, so I guess the answer is my sister."
"Oh, and she's a furry too."
"Beatrix!"
"Sorry, I'm so sorry."
"Huh! Now, Kat, is that short for Katherine?"
"Kinda, only it's Kataryn. Kataryn." Kate'ryn. "I like Kat, or Taryn, but not Kate," she made a face, "Or nothing else."
"All right, how about Kat in scene, and Taryn out?"
"Mhm?"
"Okay, huh! The same thing with the collar. It's in scene only, she's the senior, and she's the boss, except for when you're playing Kiddt Kat, all right?"
"Yeah,' she shrugged, "Sure. How old is she, really?"
"Seventeen."
"She looks way younger."
"I know, I just can't seem to put on weight."
"Yeah, addiction to uppers tends to have that effect. Look, that's why she can't have lighters, now this is very Very important. Huh! Without a safer outlet, she tends to self-medicate, with Coke, Crack, Crystal Methamphetamine, and she even has to severely limit her caffeine intake, you understand? So, you're going to have to search her for drugs, too."
"Okay, can I punish her for getting them?"
"No, it only encourages her. Huh! I mean, normally negative punishments, like spanking. What does work is Denying her. No teasing, cut her off, but you have to really keep an eye on her, so she doesn't slip down a spiral of addiction again."
"Okay," she nodded seriously, and even looked a little worried.
"Good, you better let me handle the discipline for you, just let me know and I'll handle it."
"Yeah, seriously. it sounds a little, too serious, for me? I just want to play, I'm still a kid you know."
"Well, how did you get so," kinky? "Sexual?"
"Huh!" she thought.
"Don't lie to me." Give me a little credit.
"Well, I guess porn? I mean, not really porn, but my brothers, I'm the youngest." I nodded, "Yeah, so they started drawing pictures, to jerk off to. You know, boy stuff, naked girls, boobs, and buts, but they're too stupid to draw a decent pussy."
"So that made you curious, about your own?"
"Oh no, my sister's a total slut, and a way better drawer. So, she could draw more then the fur, so I looked at them, and we had the same room until she went to college. Oh yeah, she's the oldest. Do, Davie?"
"Davi?"
"Yeah, Davina."
"Go on,"
"Then she went all slutty and novasexual?"
"You know what that means?"
"Well," she shurgged, "She spelled it Nouvausexual. But i looked it up, and thought Novasexual was easier? Yeah, it means new, so she doesn't really care, as long as it's new."
"You run out of new things quick. And why didn't you tell me about Candlewax sooner?"
"First off, because I assumed you'd run into it at some point, and 2: my goal is to keep you from escalating until you burn out, like I did."
"What's that like?"
"Sex gets boring, if you get jaded enough. If you happen to have a limited sexuality to begin with, like gynephilia, you run out faster."
"Gynephilia?"
"Okay, Gay and Straight are heteronormative. Gynephilia aknowleges the Woman, on both sides of the relationship. As a Gynephyle, I love all women, myself first, because i have to live with me, and it keeps me for getting depressed."
"While I'm a Narcissist, so I have to submit to control it. It helps that i learned to like the bottom, but. Huh! That's your MO, huh? Maam."
I nodded, "Well, the Bottom is easier to learn, but with disparete relationships like this, it helps to give the smaller weaker one more of the Power, because it's less dangerous in their hands, with proper training and supervision. You never can tell a psychopath to look at them, that's another Patriarchal myth, that there are victims, Or abusers, victims can't abuse, and women are victims." She how that works? "By process of elimination, that gives men carte blanche to abuse women, but that's the part they don't talk about, openly."
"Dis parrot?"
"Sorry, a large difference, for instance she's older, larger, and a barely controlled sociopath."
"Oh, how'd you get to be a sociopath?"
"I was taught by one, our ex girlfriend."
"Bea!"
"What? that was both of us, and you had her first! Anyway, she was too far gone by the time I got to her anyway."
"Huh! You can't fix a sociopath anyway, the best you can hope for is teach you to control yourselves better."
"So I'm a sociopath too?"
"Well, i don't know, you that well, but since you openly admitted, no bragged about molesting children, I'd say you're not really delusional about that as a Psychopath would be. but yes, it sounds like you're a serial sexual abuser."
"Well, i lied about that. Okay, i exaggerated a little, I didn't do it that many times, and it took me a while to find what i like." She reached back, over the seat for her hand."
"Well, besides her, what specifically?"
"Umh?" she thought, "Huh! I don't know how to say it, besides her? She's perfect."
"Uh!" Shake my head, "Age?"
"A little too old, sorry, I wish i met you sooner, but, you're really 17?"
"Wanna see my driver's license?"
"You know when a girl, just starts growing?"
"Of course," seen it many times.
"Well, like that. Huh! My sister started, well I started seeing, sex. Real sex, or catching her doing it when she was about, I don't know. I was in Kindergarten, so I must've been about 6, which would make her 12, or 13?"
"So, 3 years ago."
"Yeah, I started, playing Kitty at school in 1st grade. No, Kindergarten, but just my first girl," she looked away, "Mros."
"Rose?"
"Uhuh!?"
"It's all right, and probably a good idea, actually, to change their names slightly. How did you abuse her?"
"I didn't? No, it was totally. What you said, the other thing."
"Consensual?"
"Yeah, sorry. You got a vocabulary sheet, or something? It's a lot of words."
"Yeah, but zip it while we go into PetsMart, all right? Not around the Muggles, we're getting one for our dog."
"Hihihmn! Muggles."
"Hairy Potter fan?"
"No, but I'm in 4th grade, so I know all about it."
"Bea!"
"What?" She put it back down, "His neck is the same size as mine!" Incidentally, she could hold a seminar in improvising lies. She's a natural born liar.
"Well, how's the fit?" Just a plain blue Nylon collar, I must admit set off her eyes. "Huh!"
I held up a finger, "She puts it on, not you, understood?"
"Yes,, Miss Sarah."
"Just Sarah." In public, but she's new at compartmentalizing. Too.
"Okay," she grinned, "Sarah." she nodded.
"Yeah, I handle him better." she pushed her!? "And I'm still bigger'n you."
"Girls!" I looked around, "No fighting in the store."
"Yes, Sarah."
"How about this one," she pulled out a leash.
"No, chain can hurt her, um; Him." The 'dog.' Right.
"How 'bout that leather one?"
"How bout this nylon one?" She doesn't need any more fetishes, she just got into Candlewax, and I LOOKed serious.
"Yes mam."
"Fucking cheapscate."
"I heard that."
"I knoOw!"
"Uh!" Keep pushing buttons, bitch. Knowing she'll pay for every one of them.
"Got the card?"
"Yeah," she got it out.
I 'Held her purse.' "Good," didn't slip any chains in while I wasn't looking. The problem is, she can always come back, and I can't watch her 24/7. Or both of them now, I felt close to an anxiety attack before we got back out, and it wasn't even that crouded.
"Nkch!" The little kiddy covered her snort of lafter.
"Ihihihn!"
"Stay alert, girls," I spotted him. "Meet me at the car." He looked up. "Like them a little young, huh?"
"What?" he looked around.
"Don't give me that, you fucking pervert, you might want to wait until they got a little fur on it before you look at girls like that."
"No, I wasn't?"
"I'm not fucking blind, I just saw you look at My little girl, and you're going to apologize to Me, right now!"
"I'm sorry," he put his eyes up.
"Not enNOUGH!" I broke his nose, and pulled the bandana out of my purse to wipe off my brow.
"Psycho bugh! Broge my phughin' gnosh!" he gushed bloody snot.
"Shouldn't've groped my tits right out here in public, then."
"Gno, I didnkt!"
"No, you stared at a 9 year old, now call the cops, and find out who they believe, or run back to your boy fort to jerk off to getting your ass kicked by a girl."
Already walking back, wringing the cotton soaked with a water bottle to get the rest.
"Huh!" I got in.
"Gonna need to get wooly when we get back?"
"Yeah," I took a deep breath, and steadied my hands on the wheel before i got my keys out.
"Here, let me drive."
"Yeah," I scooted over while she ran around.
"That was Brutal!"
Peatrix {f/f DomX. G Voye Train.}
"Hh!" she started crashing, I stopped by the drivethrough. "Yeah, get me a supersize Sierra Mist, no ice. You girls want anything?"
"Get me one too."
"Make it two."
"Me three!"
"Or 3."
"Better make mine a Moutnain Dew."
"Make one a Baja Blast."
"Would you,"
"No." Pull forward.
KNOCK! "That'll be just;"
"Is your headset broken, or do the words No Ice not mean anything to you?"
"Sorry," he poured it out, and started over, but with a chilled cup.
"Here," thanks. Adrenaline subsitute, I should know as the bonafide addict. Artificial stimulants are just a substitute, but she needs to mellow out the crash. "Katie?"
"Kat!" I grinned.
Okay, I play powerbottom, because I'm a natural Top. Or 'sociopath,' whatever, but she's normally resistant to my wiles. Unless I got an extra set of hands to push her buttons, and I'd say she's feeling pretty fucking wild, and wooly from the way she took out that perv. Look what she was wearing. No, don't look what she's wearing, fuck off. Or, you know, get your nose set, and then go fuck yourself. She put the War in Social Justice Warrior.
Look, if you're going to call us manhating feminazi psychobitches anyway, what exactly is our incentive to not be feminazi psychobitches? If you don't want us hating you, have you tried not being chauvenistic sons of bitches? I'm no profiler, but if I could be trusted with money (Guess who the billing statement goes to?) I'd put it all on mommy issues, from clear across the parking lot.
"Whew!" Not large enough, pitch it in the back seat. Lots of sugar, at least, I really want to help her finish that Blast, but maybe little Kitty won't finish her's. "So, what'ya wanna show the little Kiddoomme today?"
"Hey!"
"I'm driving," I looked back, "Get used to it. You're gonna get your chance to beat it out of me when we're done. Got it?"
"Yes. Okay."
"Yes, Missy."
"Yes, Missy."
"You're about to learn a thing or two from me now. All right?"
"Yeah, all right!" Good, she doesn't give up.
"Huh! Good. I'm a powerbottom, that means MAKE ME! All caps. I don't submit, you put me under. Sarah squishypanties here is a natural sub."
"But,"
"Huh, look. I have to run the show, be the adult, so nobody gets hurt. that's why i can do it. I don't like the top too much, so I can Control myself."
"I see that."
"Hn." She dropped her head.
"Now, since she lost conTrol, someone has to wear the pants in the family, but this is temporary. Therapy, she needs it, and honestly so do I. To let off some steam, because quite honestly, if she let me I would've fucking Killed him for looking at you like that!"
"Owh!"
"Hh," thanks for that.
"So, here's your chance to see what i'm capable of, with the binders off." I scratched a little crust of wax, "Nh!" Still a little tender!
"On the fence?"
"Yeah!" I like that one, I signaled, checked my blind spot, and made the lane.
HRNnnn!
nlm.
"So, how about stimuli? Impact?"
She rubbed her head, "Nah'm good."
"Right, wax?"
"Don't trust you with wax, but I could lose a little hair." She took a breath, and whispered. 'verbal?' Winced.
"Hahah! You got it," I patted her tit, "Toots."
"Nh!" she shrank back.
"What's wrong, too old for yah, you sick fucking teeny bopper? Kinda loses the magic when we're old enough to drive, huh? Get a job, learn to fend for myself without mommy queerest? Stupid fucking manhating lesbo, couldn't control yourself? Just had to assault a guy right out there in public. Now, what kind of exAmple!' Right on her thigh, "Is that ta set for her on her first day out? Huh? Didn't think of that, didja you impulsive fucking psycho?"
"Noh?" She started cryin. "Snph!"
"And here I am with candlewax all over me, should I stop by the cop shop to pick up a couple boys in blue, show them the evidence all over Your floor, and Your coffee table?"
"Nohoh, please don't!"
"I'm sure they'll believe the 9 yearold in the back seat did it to me. You still got your cherry there, sweet cheeks? Course not. Wait till I getcha home for a good fuckin, maybe let the tenderfoot here strap one on for your ass."
"HhHhH," She lifted her head enough to nod, then mumbled, 'bloob.'
"Uh?"
"What is it?"
"What's a bloob?"
"A surprise, you'll love it." And I'll need one, with a good spanking too. So, "Drink up." You're gonna need it.
Kid 'n Play {fG/F DomX...}
She pulled around to the back yard, and backed up to the garage. Building, with our Ex we could afford one, now she can't stay over in in the house, because nobody would get any sleep. She's got a loft over, well the Dungeon. Fortunately doesn't face the street, very private yard.
She set down her phone when I came back down in a bathrobe, and hand knitted wool sweater vest. Yeah, I knit, what's it to ya? "What the fuck?"
She's been working on her evil grin. Not around me, of course. "Huhah, tonight's selection is Potap i Nastya - Ne Para." {Youtube it.} Accordion? The idea is to both drown out anything from our party that could be construed as a scream, and also throw me off mentally. Not a fucking clue, apparently Die Antwoord wasn't obscure enough. "Help me strap this down," she chuckled, "Might want to get the rest of the Kennel, none of us thought of it. Don't worry, honeybutt, you're gonna collar me after this." I do NOT own a Doghouse. Yard came with one, we gurned it in the firepit. Playing a little close to the vest with puppy play, but at least it's not a guy. And I love her, i do. I know it's fucked up.
"On your knees, where you can't do any more damage." She loaded up a duffel bag, and dug out some jeans for Junior while I was changing. I have to say, they look as good as that tight ass skort.
Black kitty-lolita. Do an image search, see what you come up with. {//www.instagram.com/Poupe_toxique/} AFAIK, a fairly unique combination, but I'm away from my computer right now, and a little tied up. "HhH!" How long has it been? But I relax comletely as the buckles tighten over the belt, across my forhead. Pulling my hair tight into the chainlink, then she clomps aroundin her heavy heeled shoes. Practically boots, Doc martins, on the rough boards of the practically barn floor. Over a root-cellar/undercarriage trench, we shouldn't need tonight. But, I could stand a cold, dark damp, and dirty night down there if this doesn't do the trick, after i drop the girls off at their respective homes.
"Now, loop the rope through the links for her hands, up or down?"
"Down," try to nod.
Which means I don't know this one, "Yeah, now the other side, pull it tight by the ends," It itches, deliciously. Not just wool, I think this is Jute? Prickly, this is Bondage. Comfort doesn't help.
Now I'm starting to sweat, and itch.
"Hihihn!" She comes around to bend over. "It's got a flap." And a button in the front.
"It's my tail." Figured she would get it, why it's white on the front, homespun beige in back, double thick, and wooly. I'm a goat. No, kid. "Sheep." I close my eyes. Just a mindless puff of instinct, and emotion. "Huhhh!"
"Ready?"
"Yeah."
"Too bad your Boyfriend ain't here to see you like this."
"Nh!" Okay, yes, I have issues. I loved her, until he started getting too sweaty.
"Hmh?" I looked up, to the phone conveniently held for me to read.
[Helly Luv - Risk it All.] World music, never heard of it, of course. I teach global awareness, and she is a very good student.
"Hey, babykat, she said she could lose a little hair. There is an aweful lot of wool up front. Even for a hairy fucking dyke."
"Nh!" Some pinched, and pulled in the chainlink too.
"Don't rip it out, just give it a good twist, in your nuckles, yeah."
"NEAUGHHHH!"
"So she can feel every hair, pop right out."
"HIIIIIIIHN!"
"Now, go grab me a party balloon, and that funnel from the bench like a dear."
"Is this a beerbong?" Pretty good for a 9yo!
"I don't drink, beer." Heading off becoming an alcie at the pass. "I'd drink out of this, you probably don't want to." Zzzzz, "Now, you put the balloon on the end like this, and wrap the rubber around to seal it, see?"
"Uhuh?"
"Now, insert it in her nasty snatch, before she wets herself." Oh yeah, Baja blast, she probably wasn't even feeling it yet, but then, mine was caffinated, and I can't hold a lot more, a lot longer. "You finish your soda?"
"Uh uh?"
"Go get it from the car, then. I might need a little extra." I stood in front of her, lifting and spreading so the first spattering drops collect into a stream once it really gets going. "Hhhhhh! Hold it in. If you let it drop, well you don't want to know what the penalty for that is."
"NH!" Now, she just lifts that end like this, and let gravity do the rest... "NHHHH!" And my kindeys, I probably have a lot more to go. The problem is, it's bulging, under my bladder, which just makes the pressure worse, and harder to release. Yet...
"Khhhhhhhh!" She finished it behind her. "Sorry."
"You know how to piss standing up?" She shook her head. "Come here," she reached down, pulled the strap, and buckle over my eyes, and cinched it tight. "Don't look at her." Bent down, and planted a kiss, "Smq!" right on my forehead. "Stupid little kid, bullying boys out what, penis envy?"
"N'nh, noh?"
Did I stutter? "NaAaAah?" already? "I put up with your nagging too long before I got to do this, you twisted control freak. You think you're better than us?"
"Nah!" Right across my brow.
"Don't want to do Impact play?"
"Auh!"
"Should'a THOUGH of before you HEAD butted some ONE in PUBLIC!!" Didn't even headslap me the last time, just let me wince, and jerk like she had. "Think, stupid? What'd you fail English, or something?" Well, actually an English and Literature Major! "Or 'dyou spend too much time playing D&D with your nerd buddies?"
"Nhihimhehaha!"
"HhHhH?" That was chilling!
"Wow, that's a hell of a wicked little giggle you got there!"
"Thinks!" Doesn't really sound black, you stupid fucking racist. What, black girls can't talk propper English, where is her accent from, anyway? It sounds familiar, but small tourist town, stay here long enough, you'll probably hear all of them eventually.
"Hhhh!" Right in front of me, I hear the wet tinkles in the plastic funnel, and bracing yourself for it only hurt the pressure, but I can smell the difference. It's subtler, because she probably doesn't know to eat Broccoli daily for the stronger smell, and nice rubberbands, yet.
"Snh?" And, yes, a 9yo can get aroused enough to smell it, over 2 different kinds of piss, and with the ever insistent pressure. Only getting worse.
"Now, just raise it up, so."
"NYAAAAGH!" I'm pulling on the chainlink now, so it digs in my back.
"It all goes down."
"God, I feel pregnant!"
"Now this is the tricky part, but watch me so you can see how to pinch it off, and tye it. I usually use a clothespin, so it's easy enough to release later."
"Wmhmhmhm!"
"But this just means we got to pop it with a pin."
"Please," I'm shivering. "Huhuhuh!"
"Now, she couldn't let go if she wanted too. See?"
"IHNGH!" She gives it a tug, "NGHAH!"
"Why don't you give it a try?"
I feel about to burst, knowing I can't, and can't say for sure that my bladder is even done filling up yet.
"Here," she started loosening the strap around my eyes. "I think she's about ready."
"Hh, yhehs! Pplehese!"
"I got a special treat for you today."
"You like my tail?" She waved it in my face.
"YhehahAH!" Tears streaming out, but not a drop of piss. "SNH!"
"Snot nose fucking puke, how about my cock?"
"Ngh!" she slaps me with it, and it's my dick! {Zeta Creations Gryphon, try Fetish Zone.}
"Suck it, get it good'n wet so I can fuck you with it."
She did say 'let the tenderfoot here strap one on for your ass!' She's so good at this, picking just what I need. I love her, even more for it. "Ghk huhl gugaghuhk!"
"You ready, gorilla tits?"
"Uhah!" Sobbing for it. "Gahuh!"
"Okay, you can bend over now."
"hH!" right on my hands, intentionally so the immense bulge finally rolls forward, deep into me to splash the rubbery tight nipple into my cervix, and "Hahhhahah!"
"Omhihimihin! Did her wated break?"
"Haaaahn!" Drooling so much.
"I never knew a woman could cum so much?" I shook my head.
"She's pissing herself," she pulled the soaked woolen flap up to splat, and start soaking through my back, and run down my ass.
"Ahhhn, Gaahd, nhyeah! Huh hah ah!" Shaking the chainlink. KSH KZS! to slop it back off my urethra, and milk the last out. "Hahn!"
"Bloob?"
"Yeah!"
"Bloob."
"Ah god now. Grease me up and fuck me nauh, yeah, fuck me like a stuck pigh huh! AHhHhHhHN!" Already shaking, and the ripples milk off my G-spot first, but then, "NGEAH!"
"KSH!" waffling right into my ass,
"GYAUH!"
KSH! KSH! KSHKSHKSHKSHKSH!
"AhUAGHAIHAIYAIGYEAAAIIIHEAH!"
I can't believe how hard and fast that little kiddy can fuck me, and the bloobs literally rub off a massive cervical burst.
"GHNhNnNNNNN!" I can' breathe, and there's no where for the gush to go, but I can't fall forward, off of the relentless stabbing into me, I just have her thin strong hands to hold me up for the relentless spankfuck, and it feels like the fucking baloon is working it's way into my womb without the clothespin to give me any clitoral stimulation.
"UGH! IGHN!" I slam shut, and KSH! I'm pushed so loud up to the crosshatch of steel wire so che can spam my clit with her fingertips, and the full body seizure of a release keeps me from doing much more than grunt, and spasm.
SPLOOUSH!
"Hahn!" I didn't even feel her nails slip in to snap it with a burst, I just pant. 'h h h,h, hH? hhH! Huhhh!" And finally gasp a full deep breath, feels like the first time in my life so the stars pop out with the tingles, and pinpricks all over my face, shoulders, chest and belly.
"Heauuuhhh!" A last shudder, but i didn't pass out. I was this close, this fucking close, but i stayed conscious to feel every last second of that blast slowly ebb through my system.
"Yah, I totally got to try that."
"The bloob?"
She came around, shaking her ponytail. "Well," shrugs, maybe. But I ment the bottom."
"Well, I'm topped out."
"Cut me loose, huh! And drag me up to the bathtub, fuck!"
I stumbled.
"Run in, and get her some ice-water."
"Aye aye, captain!" she ran off, giggling, tail, and fantasy cock bouncing to make it so. "Come on," shoulders under my arm, "Let's get you into bed before you pass out."
"I love you, so much!"
"Yeah," she shrugged, "I know."