They were in bed later, talking quietly and generally.
"Please move in with me, Rafael!" she said to him. "Let's make this our home. I promise, promise that I'm not trying to hem you in or tie you down. I do."
"Our home! Yes," he said. Then added: "Go ahead, tie me down, hem me in!"
"I love you," she said softly, and he kissed her.
"And I need you to know," she went on, "This doesn't change any part of my declaration, any part of my desire to be a slave, sex slave especially, to you. It doesn't change any part of it. I promise to go shopping and have an outfit for the party on Saturday that will cross their eyes, and make you proud."
"My Catherine!" he said, kissing her.
"And," she continued, "If you want me to let Bonnie do me, I promise that I will. Can I ask that you watch?"
"I wouldn't be kept away from it for all the world," he said.
The next morning she made coffee, had some fruit and cereal set out for breakfast, but at 6:45 AM, she was naked and next to the kitchen chair in the living room.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes, sir, and I want you to know that Catherine your servant is sorry for being mouthy!"
"I would never want Catherine my servant to stop being mouthy," he said.
"That wish will probably be granted," she replied, as she settled herself over his lap and waited for the spanking.
"Catherine, Dr. Little, Professor Little, I will never, ever get used to seeing you draped over my lap this way; lovely, lovely ass on a lovely, lovely lady!"
"Your total slave!" she said.
"Better and better," he replied, and said: "Then there's this!"
With that he began the spanking, enjoying her wiggling and moaning and crying out but ending it all with her on his lap, glued to him and her lips seeking out his.
"Time for a blow job before you have to go?" she asked.
"Time!"
"Goody!" she crowed, as she got down from his lap and knelt between his legs.
Later, just before he was leaving, she said to him: "No classes today for me; I'm off to the mall for my sexy outfit. I'll model it for you later today."
She went back to the mall store where they'd shopped for undies for her and some other outfits. They gave good personal service there and Catherine was happy to have the help.
On this occasion, an older woman, probably early 50's, grayish hair, severe looking but very pleasant asked if she needed help.
"Do I ever!" Catherine said.
The woman smiled and Catherine told about the party coming up and the need for her to be ultra sexy.
The woman smiled again and said: "This is for the one you wear the slave bracelet for?"
Catherine got red, and the woman broke in with:
"Come tell me, we want to be just precisely right about this."
If it was her tone or what, Catherine wasn't sure but she responded:
"Yes, it's for the one that I wear the slave anklet for; he is Rafael."
"The wonderful looking one you were with the other day?" the woman asked.
"Yes," Catherine said.
"Does he taste as good as he looks?" the woman asked, giving Catherine a penetrating look.
"Even better," Catherine said with a blush and a smile.
"Well, let's help you then," the woman said. "Come with me."
She led Catherine toward the back into a place where there were a few out of the way dressing rooms.
"This is my private dressing room, for my customers, Ms uh?"
"Catherine," was the reply.
"Yes, Ms Catherine. But first I need you to take off your slacks and sweater so that we can see what we have to work with."
Catherine was taken aback and hesitated; she just wasn't sure about how she should be reacting but the woman solved it for her:
"Come, girl, do as you're told or we can't get anywhere," the woman said.
"Yes, ma'am," Catherine said.
"Better, Catherine, now strip for me," the woman said next.
Never taking her eyes off of her, Catherine pulled the sweater up and over her head and off, handing it to the woman, who folded it and laid it aside. Catherine's bra was a pale blue one that she'd purchased there on the last trip.
"Now the pants, Catherine," the woman said, "Or should I just say to you: 'Take your pants off, Catherine!'?"
"Yes, yes,"Catherine stumbled to say, "That, uh, that's fine."
"Good, then do it!" the woman continued and Catherine obeyed, feeling now like the animal in the headlights, she unbuttoned the waist band of her slacks and took them off, handing them to the lady.
"Don't dare cover yourself," the woman said and Catherine made sure that her hands were down at her side.
"You are nervous about this, correct?" the woman asked then.
"Yes," Catherine said.
"Okay, call him; I'll talk to him," was the next order and Catherine did.
"Rafael," Catherine said, "I'm at the store, the one where we shopped the other day. The woman helping me wishes to talk to you."
She held out the phone for the woman who introduced herself as Donna and spoke to Rafael, explaining that Catherine was now down to her underwear and seemed to be unsure about what was being asked of her. She then put the phone on speaker and Rafael said:
"Catherine, love, do what the woman wants you to do; and be sure that you tell me all about it later,"
"Yes, sir," she said and they rang off.
"Better?" the woman asked?
"Yes, I'm very sorry to be a trouble," she replied.
"Far from being a trouble," the woman said, "You are just gorgeous. Now stand with your arms in the air."
Catherine then went through a series of positions that had her arms in the air, and then had her bending from the waist, and the like.
The woman laughed: "Most of that, Catherine, was for my own pleasure. And I want to tell you that you needn't fear me. I understand the significance of your ankle bracelet, and wouldn't interfere with the prerogatives of your master. But I think I know what we need here. You stay here and I'll bring you what you need."
He was playing the piano, when she swept into the room. It was Gershwin tonight and he rolled into 'the stripper' without missing a beat. It made her grin from ear to ear.
She wore a pair of heeled sandals, which were 5 inches, a white pleated mini skirt a good 4 to 5 inches above the knee and a leather vest, which had a gold chain that held it together in the front. At the side panels you could see her part of big tits from the side. She stood there with her hands above her head and twirled around for his examination.
"Professor is hot!" he said. "Professor looks happy!"
"Professor is happy!" she replied.
He stopped playing and got up from the piano bench to kneel in front of her and then remarked:
"Professor is going to be eaten now!"
Catherine squealed in delight as he raised her skirt and kissed the front panel of her beige nylon panties, barely hiding her pussy hair. She threaded her hands behind his head, as he pulled the panties down and off, beginning to eat her pussy for real now.
"Ohhhhhhh," she sighed as his tongue reached her pussy lips. "For you anything; anything at all for you, my Rafael!"
"Brash promises, Professor!" he said.
