Katrina's Taming

KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 13 – Katrina's Shop Therapy

Talk and touch are vital to a girl. Talk shows a girl's acceptance among her fellow girls. Touch confirms the particularly close friend. Touch can also confirm the lover's access to her right with a girl. A girl that is lusted after cannot be touched. A girl that is lusted after is longed for to touch. To forever desire, to talk to, to touch, and to feel a girl who is lusted after, is the ultimate torture of divine heaven.

If I had hitherto thought that my taming had been completed with my foetal girl-cage torture, it was now becoming entirely clear that that thought had been totally wrong. I was still in the process of being tamed. I was clearly still regarded as wild and wilful girl who must, but must, be taught her place, no matter what it took to teach her the harsh necessary lessons of the reality she must learn about her true place in the world of girls.

I had been horribly used and debased in my doggy girl bitch bondage, and the subsequent dog shagging I had endured. I had thought when this was at oh so long last over, that this must be the end for me of any further communication with the other girls: my superiors.

How could the other girls have done what they had done to me, and let happen what they had let happen to me, without my losing my humanity entirely in their eyes: without my being in their total contempt?

And yet they were so very gentle with me as they had unbound me and carried me back to Jackie's mansion to bathe me of the dog cum, which was seeping from two of my three sexual orifices, and my nostrils.

In my dazed confusion I heard one of them say that there must be no treatment given my whip lashes, as I had deserved them and must consequently suffer their pain and discomfort for as long as nature dictated.

Even so, they had douched my mouth and hosed the dog spunk out of my anus, and laid me gently on my front in a warm bed to sleep off my torture and my exhaustion.

And it had been as if a dream that one of them had stayed behind after my gentle bathing and douching, and I had smelled the scent she wore, the scent that had been in my room at Jackie's London home, the new and never before known to be worn by Jackie scent, that had been left in the air of that room when I had lusted after Jackie, and was sure she had slept in my bed with me.

And whoever really owned that delightful scent, perhaps indeed it was Jackie herself as I half dreamed, had drawn back my sheets as I dozed between wakefulness and full deep sleeping, and gently and loving kissed the brutal welts that striped the soft girl's flesh of my back, to give those harsh painful throbbing weals the only medicine they were going to get.

I awoke after twenty-four hours totally exhausted all but continuous sleep; nursed by the other girls in turn, till safe to be left alone. Thereafter, I stayed abed sleeping fitfully, showering and eating, for days, exhausted. On the fourth morning I awoke to drag my still sleep-filled stiff backed way to the shower.

My back hurt terribly from my whipping. My anus was also still horrible sore. This was to be the first day I got up and out of my room. I made my way to breakfast rigidly stiff backed and timidly shyly, and hoping none of the other girls would treat me too unkindly that day.

I need not have worried. I wore only a towelling dressing gown and slippers as I sat myself in a far corner of the warm kitchen. And, as I sat myself in that far off corner of the kitchen to hide myself away, Mi Li had come over to me, taken my hands with her sweet touch, and gently led me over to sit once more as a girl amongst girls, kissing my cheek in morning greeting as she sat me down among my fellow girls.

And, as Mi Li kissed me with her fulsome sweet lips, I smelt her lovely scent. It was Mi Li who wore that scent, the scent that had been in my room at Jackie's London home, the new and never before known to be worn by Jackie scent, that had been left in the air of that room. I was astounded, astonished, and oh so girlily pleased that it was Mi Li who wore that scent. Was it therefore Mi Li who had shared my bed at Jackie's London apartment?

I was also astounded, astonished, and oh so girlily pleased, to be treated as just one of the girls once more. Yet I wondered if it was also part of my taming to build me up and make me a peer, only to dash me down again. Was this "up and down" approach part of my taming?

Talk and touch are vital to a girl. Add admiration to these. I knew that every girl there admired my beauty. That was my strength, my assurance, my insurance, and my security. I was by far the outstanding girl among the four lovely girls: I had the stunningly prettiest face, had the loveliest hair, had the most delectable dark brown eyes, the finest firm bosom, the prettiest hands and fingers, the shapeliest figure, the sexiest round firm bottom, I was also by far the leggiest amongst them and, ultimately, I was by very far, the most unfathomably femininely attractive of them. I encapsulated all that is girl far more than my three competitors, and yet they were supreme competition.

"The trip to Russia is off for now", Mina told me.

I was, once more, not really listening. I was in a reverie over the delight of discovering that it was the lovely Korean "princess" Mi Li who wore that scent, and who must therefore have slept alongside me at Jackie's London place.

Mina continued: "Yesterday, we reported to Jackie on your progress. I'm afraid she is not very happy with you. In particular, she says that you do not surrender to sex enough, and that your orgasms are inadequate", Mina told me. "As punishment for that, your back has been left whipped, as it is, untreated."

Why did I feel a new wetness in my cunt as I was told this? Why did my body melt with secret sexiness at the thought of my surrender to this?

I chatted away nineteen-to-the-half-dozen girlily to Mina Nina and Mi Li, my confidence restored, wary though I was. I chatted still as Mina brushed out my hair and drew it up into a ponytail, as the girls prepared me for the rest of the day.

"Mi Li and you are off, all the way down to London, shopping!!" Mina told me. "It is coming up to Christmas in a couple of months. Some of the stores are holding all-girl shopping days".

"Whatever else you get, make sure you pick up some nail varnish. Your fingernails are stunningly pretty now they are so long!" Mina instructed.

I blushed as I thanked Mina for this compliment: praise that made all the weeks I had fussed over and cared for my fingernails fully worth all I had invested in them. I also blushed at the thought of spending my day alone with Mi Li.

As my dressing gown was removed, Mina was gently moved to kiss the still brutally blue-black bruised slowly healing whip welts on my back.

"Did I hurt you so terribly?" she asked distractedly.

I so wanted to take her hand, kiss her, and tell her that I forgave her. But all I could do in the wisdom of my inferior position to hers, was to show the tears her gentleness brought to my lovely dark brown eyes. She cupped my chin in her pretty hands and kissed me on my forehead.

Then, as if to recover her composure, Mina, still clearly moved by my beauty, said: "Remember Norna, the pretty redhead who worked as a maid in Jackie's London home when you were suspended in straps for your punishment there?"

This Mina reminded me of, as if it were an everyday occurrence for a girl to be cruelly bound in straps and suspended so that she choked herself, as I had been.

Of course I remembered Norna, she of the pretty freckles and the quite evident virginal innocence. She who had had herself strap-whipped because she just could not take her eyes off me.

"She's not left school yet, but she has a first job weekends and holidays at M*******'s Department Store, the M******* Department Store!!" Mina said, "She was only ever temping when she was a maid. She's just serving at store counter at the moment, but Belinda says she's a bright kid and when she's done her examinations and left school, and had experience of the shop floor, there's a chance for her to work in the bank …."

As regards the M******* bank, I did not know what Mina was talking about, but my mind soon latched on to the name Belinda".

"Belinda?" I queried.

"Gorgeous isn't she", Mina sighed dreamily. "That long blonde hair and those stunning green eyes! Did you know she once did advertising; well sort of. She did warning notices about wearing factory safety goggles: sort of 'goggle calendars' you might say? Bet the factory girls goggled at them all day long anyway! I know I would. Wonderful eyes….", Mina sighed once more. "Those calendars fetch a premium now, like the "P***** calendars…"

"She's stunning, Belinda is!" I dared to opine, "I wish I were as beautiful as her!"

"You are" said Mina matter of factly, and then, as if she had not even realised the highest of compliments she had just paid me, she went on to say that Belinda managed the banking and loans sector of M*******, and as well as having overall control of the London branch of the store.

I had always dreamed of shopping at M*******. I had gone there many times of course. It was a Mecca for young girls. "Everything beautiful for the beautiful" its advertising boasted. I had seen movie stars like Leticia ****** and Minda ***** and Denisia***** shopping there.

And I'd caught sight of the absolutely gorgeous Joannetta ***** just after she had made that lovely weepie "Warrior Girl"…. I had emptied a box of tissues with my tears at watching that movie. What an ending! You'll remember: you know, where Joannetta, playing the warrior girl, had at oh so long last taken the lovely young princess, Minda ***** in her first ever part, in her arms, swept her back off her feet, and kissed her ……. Oh wow!! I was fifteen when I saw it. For weeks afterwards I had dreamt of being the princess in place of Minda. Joannetta ***** is just as beautiful now…… The boy I was with, fell out with me afterwards…..

Famous and gorgeous girls like these had always shopped at M*******: but it had hitherto been beyond my affording to buy much more than a book of matches with their crest on it.

Since I had become a sought after model, I had had the money to shop at M*******, but never the time to get to an outlet, though I got close when I was in Tokyo…….

This was going to be the type of day every girl looks forward to. "Shop till you drop" they say. I could hardly wait, and to be with the dark-haired brown-eyed pretty Korean dainty doll Mi Li, all day too: oh joy!

"Let's get your boots on" said Mina, beckoning to Nina to lend a hand.

And it was beginning all over again. I accepted it now. I was constantly under subjection to tame me, or at least to sustain the level of tameness that I had arrived at. I had chatted away with my fellow girls, but I was no longer deluding myself as to my true relationship with them. I was well aware that I was singled out for subjection.

I knew now that Jackie had always realised my submissiveness even before I had any knowledge of it myself. What she was putting me through was, I still hoped and believed, a form of prolonged foreplay, by the final reel of which, I would be swept off my feet by Jackie, who would kiss me passionately and carry me to her bed to make love to me forever.

But this was not "Warrior Girl" the movie, even if my romantic notions at now nearly twenty-seven, were still those I had held when I was just fifteen. Yet I wanted what was happening to happen. Not openly so: never openly so, but I did not resist.

I feared, and how I feared, what would be done to me next, but I am girl and girl needs orgasm. I had had such wonderful wonderful orgasms in my tortures, and my body, mind, and soul craved more.

I suppose I was wanton girl: I wanted orgasm. I had never in all my life known such sexual pleasure as I was now experiencing. I could not admit this openly. My fear included that the magic wonder of my body's reaction to extreme duress might never ever happen again, especially if I spoke of it out loud.

I had always been an adventurous girl, and this was a fear-making terrible tormenting adventure. I could only escape to uncertainty and debt: huge monetary debt, and the disgrace that would go with it as I was sued through the courts. And I still wanted to escape. I did! I did!! I did, didn't I?

After that first seeing of the movie "Warrior Girl" was over, I had fallen out with Tommy *****, who clearly only wanted to get his hands up my miniskirt: stormed home to my bedroom, turned the rock music station up full loud, as I always did anyway, imagined myself the princess being kissed by Joannetta ***** the movie's star, slipped down my panties and masturbated myself, as I slapped my own bare bottom for being so naughty, biting my pillow to stop me crying out in overwhelming joy when I came but twenty seconds later.

I must have suppressed that memory before, but my cunt was wetting now as I recalled it. I had only slapped my pretty bum twice, and I had come, I was so sexy and sexed up then.

And I was "so sexy and sexed up" now, as I looked at the boots I was to wear on my shopping trip with Mi Li. The firebrand that was me at fifteen burned still brightly, but more slowly and constantly and consistently, now that I was a full-grown beautiful woman.

I blushed as I looked at these boots. They were full-leg-length in black leather, tight-fitting leg-hugging black leather. By leg-length, I mean just that. They would cover all my legs like stockings.

These boots also had six-inch stiletto heels, but they were no challenge for me to wear these days. What fascinated both me and the girls that were running them up my gorgeous legs as I sat letting them do just that, was what was atop these boots: the very special protrusions from the inside middle to front tops of these boots.

Despite my being used to having to stand and walk quite literally on the very tip top of my big toes, I confess I staggered momentarily when I was helped to stand in these six-inch stiletto heeled thigh-high boots for the first time.

As I stood, the tops of the boots were less than half up my thighs. Mina and Nina were putting a strong black leather waspie corset around my waist and strapping it in place at my back.

With my delectable delicious natural figure, I needed no assistance whatsoever from this waspie, but it had another purpose: the suspenders for the thigh boots were hanging down from its lower edge.

These suspenders, two at front and two at my hips, were in fact leather straps that would fit into and be held by answering metal buckles on shorter straps at the leather rim of the individual boot tops.

And I was blushing the deepest of deep crimson as Mina and Nina finalised the fixing of these boots to the suspenders. And my blushes were not just from having two very pretty girls handle me, but from the discovery they made of how wet my cunt was as they introduced into it the very special rods atop each boot top.

When I stood fully clad in these thigh high boots that were now firmly held up by the suspenders from my waspie, I still wore, as well as my ponytailed hair my deep crimson blush. I blushed still, because I knew what these thigh-high boots were meant to do, what they were undoubtedly going to do, and what they were already doing to me mentally. For, as I stood, I had the rods from the tops of these boots, six inches deep inside my seeping cunt.

From the inside middle top front of these boots, between my gorgeous thighs, came individual strong quarter-inch diameter stiff wire rods, that swept up from the horizontal and held within my wet cunt, the two halves of a six-inch long one-inch diameter scissor-dildo.

This dildo was jointed at its top inside my sex, by an axle through its penis-shaped tip, so that the two halves of its thrusting length, could move independently. And the two halves of the thrusting length of this six-inch scissor-dildo, forced up within my cunt, would thus move independently in precise measure with my every step, as I walked in my thigh boots.

At my every step as I walked, the two halves of the scissor-dildo would swing to and fro, opening and closing like a pair of scissor shears, about the axis axle in the top of the penis dildo thrust high up into my sex.

As I walked I was going to masturbate myself! I was going to masturbate myself as I walked!! This penis dildo was going to continuously masturbate the inner and outer lips of my split, at every sexy wiggling six-inch stiletto heeled divinely girlily erotically charged step I took.

I gasped with even deeper sexual arousal, as the thought of suffering this turned me powerfully on.

Over my head, Mina and Nina now introduced my imprisoning dress. It was as divinely lovely as the coat I had worn in the drive to Jackie's country home before my sledge pulling experience. It was of velvet in the same shimmering royal blue, a colour that suited by darkish complexion to a tee.

This dress fitted me like the proverbial glove, from neck to heels: in fact from neck to top of my six-inch boot heels. It had a round Chinese style collar and long sleeves, and it close-clung to my every divinely girly contour. My shape showed through it completely. My shape was superbly girl. I looked superbly girl in this figure hugging all over dress, because I was superbly girl.

It showed the shape of my arms, the slimness of my waist even without the waspie, which squeezed me not at all, the abundant firm beauty of my bottom hemispheres, with a hint of the divine cleavage between them, my superb booted thighs and my wonderful curvy curved calves. And it showed the contours of my divine 36-inch D-cup breasts, their separateness and their togetherness. From the way my beautiful bosom pushed out the clinging material of the dress it was clear that I was, as indeed I was, superbly endowed. But what also caught the eye were my sexually erect nipples. My pointy nipples were so stiff and stalked from the deep sexual arousal I was experiencing, that they pushed out that clinging dress eye-capturingly erotically sexily.

And to achieve all this what did I, a mere girl, suffer?

I suffered from the, as yet never ending, throbbing pain of my whipped back, still welted and wealed and now blue-black bruised with the brutal thrashing it had been given by Mina, as I had tried so very hard, but not hard enough, to pull the doggy sledge.

And I suffered now from the knowledge of the six-inch scissor-dildo up my cunt, one half each from the individual tops of my walking boots, and what it was going to do to me all day long.

And I also suffered now from the purposely imprisoning tightness of the hem of this dress, the zip fastening of which ran all the way down my back from my neck to the dress' hem, and the hem itself which ran so tightly around my six-inch stiletto heeled thigh-boots, that I could only mince-stutter forward with the tiniest of tiny steps.

This was the ultimate in erotic planning. The tiny trotting mincing little "imprisoned" steps I would have to take in this tight hemmed dress, even to keep up with the slowest walking pace of a little girl like Mi Li, as she accompanied me on our shopping spree, would neatly serve to increase the intimate masturbation of my split by the six-inch scissor-dildo operated by my merely walking in my thigh boots.

I blushed more deeply and gave a little girly fart of sexual enjoyment as I contemplated the hell and heaven that I was to experience, want it or not, that day, all that day….

I felt as incredibly breathlessly breathtakingly sexy as I looked in that dress. On my six-inch heels with my nipples showing my sexual arousal by poking out the material as they were, I was damp inside my sweaty cunt with the pleasure of being girl: of being supremely, extremely, divinely, decadently, goldenly, gorgeously, gloriously, glowingly, girl.