Mittens Has Class Ch 16 1

Chapter 16 - Mischief Is Always Easier As a Cat

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As Mittens hit send on her latest reply text to Valli, assuring her that both of them were okay and she'd talk more with her soon, Krystal called her attention upwards with a clearing of her throat. "Well?" Well, she asked, doing a slow turn. "How do I look?" Mittens gave her a deeply thoughtful scan, pretending to mull over some long inner monolog of thought. Krystal, of course, looked utterly adorable. They'd lucked out with finding some paws and a tail that were pretty close to the same green as the ears pinned to her head. The fuzzy arm and leg warmers had been easy enough to find in a similar shade.

She'd changed her usually dark blue eye and lip make-up to green as well, to better go along with the rest of the assemble. Aside from the cat costume pieces, she was clad in a short, form-fitting spandex tank top and bikini bottoms, both also a similar shade of green. A nude-colored elastic band circled around her hips with her tail attached to it. The top was thin enough that you could just make out the shape of her nipples beneath and the bikini only barely covered her pubic thatch. Mittens could actually see a few stray hairs of it peeking out of the top.

"I feel like you're missing something." Mittens drawled slowly, making a meal of the set up.

Krystal looked down at herself, surveying the minimalist outfit. "Well, I suppose some kind of bodysuit or something might make it look better." She grimaced and added in a half mutter. "And make me panic less to be seen in."

"No..." Mittens countered. "I think what you're missing is..." She took a slow deep breath before bouncing up to her feet. "ME!" And promptly leapt from the bed and snatched her up into a wiggly hug, rubbing her naked body all over Krystal.

Krystal cackled with laughter as they smooshed together, doing her own little wiggle against Mittens. She seemed in generally better spirits now, as though their ordeal from the morning had never happened. In truth, Mittens had been pretty amazed at just how truly resilient Krystal seemed to be. She'd been locked in absolute darkness, possibly going into hypothermia, for more than an hour. Yet, she'd recovered from that experience with surprising quickness.

Possibly, Mittens just made her feel safe. It was also, heartbreakingly, possible that she'd simply been bullied and tormented so much over the years that she'd grown numb to these things through repeated trauma. Most likely, she had just become really, really, good at hiding behind all that make-up. Whatever the reason, there was no mistaking that she was genuinely happy at the moment.

"Let's go show Chloe and Master Brooksend. Especially before I chicken out and throw on something a lot less revealing before your company gets here." Krystal said with a fresh grimace, looking like she was mentally trying to convince herself not to actually go grab a large sweater or something to hide in. "I feel like I'm going to pop out of this top if I move too fast."

Mittens peered at her. "I's purty sure that shirt's faaar more like-a-lies ta burst than anything else." She gave mischievous grin. The top did seem to be straining to contain her rather full bust.

Krystal winced. "Same thing, basically." She forced a nervous chuckle. "But I want to try and convince myself to stay this way. I'm hoping that maybe if Master Brooksend 'commands' me to do it, I might find more courage not to go jump into a nun's habit or something." A slight jitter passed through her body, but the goofy smile told Mittens that she was serious about wanting to push herself outside this comfort zone.

"Okay, but jus' knows that nobody's gonna hold it against ya, if'n ya chicken out." Mittens assured her. "Jus' don't feel pressured."

Krystal's smile turned into something more confident. "I don't. Ever." She gave Mittens a kiss on the cheek. "I want to do this. I want to be more brave."

Mittens pulled her into a proper hug, giving Krystal's cheek a peck of its own. "I'm glad you feel safe." She said softly. "Though, if'n ya asks me, yous tha bravestest person I's ever met."

Krystal snuggled into the hug warmly, seeming truly grateful for it. "I doubt that. I'm still not sure I'll ever be ready to just run around completely naked like you and Chloe do."

Mittens leaned back and gave her an amused look. "You do realize that ain't what I were talkin' about, right?"

Krystal rolled her eyes. "I keep telling you, it wasn't that big of a deal. It was chilly in there, but it wasn't a freezer or anything. I wasn't going to die of anything but humiliation."

Mittens wasn't too sure about that. The storage closet was set to around fifty degrees Fahrenheit, she recalled. She'd looked it up once they got home and, while she could have gone for hours before hypothermia set in, if no one had found her until that evening or the next day, she would have seriously needed a hospital...or a morgue. As far as Mittens was concerned, those idiots could have killed her with their little stunt.

"Well, I still think you're amazing and tough as nails." Mittens replied, not wanting to try and argue the semantics. In the end, what was important was that Krystal seemed to not have suffered significant trauma from it. At least, no more than her life had already given her many times over. "Ands I plans to keep ya's really warm wif hugs an' blushes tha rest o' tha day."

Krystal laughed. "I believe that completely!"

The two of them headed downstairs, paw in paw, Krystal already starting to build up a pretty bright flush in her cheeks as they got closer to her being seen by others. Master and Chloe had agreed to patiently wait in the den while Mittens went about 'Mittenizing' her friend, but it appeared that the two of them had decided to keep themselves occupied while they waited. Chloe was standing in the middle of the room, arms behind her while Master was carefully trying to sort out binding them with rope.

Though he wasn't very good at Shibari, he did know a few knots and bindings, and was apparently trying to brush a little rust off before Marsha, with her expertise, arrived. So far, it looked pretty good, though Master was frowning at it as though stumped by something. Chloe, however, seemed to be in an almost dreamy state, enjoying the feeling of being bound.

"You two ready fer tha newest kitty ons tha block?" Mittens asked as they entered from the side hall. As they both turned to look towards them, she stepped to the side and waved her paws in proper presentation of Krystal.

For her part, Krystal did a little pirouette in place, seeming a little embarrassed, but having fun with it. "Meow!" She said once she was facing them again. Both Master and Chloe smiled brightly at the whole get-up, looking delighted. Master looked a bit surprised at just how daring Krystal had allowed herself to be, knowing that she was a fairly shy person.

"Hello, little kitten." He said to her, giving her an approving nod. "Would you like a pet?"

Krystal bounded over and lowered her head to him in welcome of it. He stroked her affectionately for a few moments, scratching her behind both her real and fake ears. "Good kitty." He said finally, putting a finger under her chin and guiding her head back up to look at him. "How do you feel?"

"A little nervous, but kind of excited." Krystal replied. "I wanted to push myself a little and be a bit daring with the whole thing. It's not...naked, like your other subs, but this is pretty close for me." She blushed a little more brightly. "Are you proud of me?" The words had a kind of neediness to them, as though his opinion held a lot of weight with her.

Mittens considered how little Krystal's father seemed to interact with her anymore, only realizing just how much she might be wanting some kind of authority figure to tell her that she was worthy. Mittens could understand that, she realized, because Master had kind of filled that empty space in her own life. Chloe too, had come from a life where her guardian had mostly expected her to be independent from a young age.

"I am very proud of your courage." He said to her, leaning in to kiss her on the forehead. Something about how he said it made his words feel like he was talking about more than just her decision to be so exposed in front of them. "You are beautiful and I am honored that you feel comfortable to show so much of yourself to me."

"Thank you, Master Brooksend." She replied dewily, her expression showing an abundance of joy. "I wanted you to know that I trust you."

"Your show of trust is gratefully accepted and I thank you for it." He replied back, his hand softly brushing her face. Despite all the obviously sexual aspects of the whole scene, two of the women around him effectively naked and the third pretty close to it, not to mention one of them being tied up with rope, his show of affection seemed somehow so deeply innocent and sweet that it made Mittens mist up a bit.

She suddenly leapt over and snatched the both of them into a big hug. "YAYS!!" She squealed cutely.

They all laughed together for a moment, Master giving his pet a kiss first on her head, then another to her lips. Chloe nuzzled into them after a few seconds as well, wrapping her arms around the group of them. For a moment, the four of them just huddled there, letting the warmth of the whole scene flow about them.

After a beat, Krystal blinked and curiously asked. "Um, Chloe, weren't your arms tied behind your back a second ago?"

Master gave a disappointed sigh, Chloe barely holding back a light snicker.

Finally, they broke the huddle and Master gestured for Chloe to return back to where he'd been working on tying her up. She obediently returned to her position, a broad smile on her face, and handed the coil of rope she's effortlessly slipped out of so he could began working again. However, as he started over with the binding, he addressed Krystal.

"I would like for you to remain like this for the rest of the evening." He said simply, his words even and gentle, but with a note of authority that made it sound like a solid command. "Also, when Mistress Thurgood and her submissive arrive, I want you to go greet them at the door with Mittens."

Krystal didn't immediately respond, just swallowed audibly as she fully digested what he'd just said. "I...um..." She stammered a little, uncertain.

He turned to look at her, a kind smile on his lips. "A request, not an expectation." He said softly, letting her know that he was pushing at her boundaries, but that she could refuse without needing to use her safeword.

"Could you... make it... a command?" She asked back timidly, sucking the corner of her lip between her teeth. "I actually WANT to stay like this, but I'm too shy to do it on my own."

He gave her an amused grin. "But my command would make that different?"

"I guess..." She said anxiously, but forced a resolute smile on her face. "Yeah...er, yes Master Brooksend. It would make a big difference. I could do it if you told me that I 'had to'."

He took a long moment studying her, reading her as one might read words on a page. Finally, he let the ropes he was working with fall and stepped over to fully face her, looking her deeply in her eyes. "Kneel." He said in an almost whisper.

Krystal lowered herself to the floor without a hesitance, looking up at him. Mittens could see another jitter pass through her body, but she didn't seem frightened or worried, just nervous about what was about to happen. Her focus was otherwise completely on Master and she seemed almost eager for him to do something, no matter what that was.

"For the rest of the evening, you are to remain as exposed as you currently are, inviting anyone here that wishes to look at you to do so as much as they like." His voice was powerful, though low. It felt like they carried a kind of arcane power, as though his speaking these orders made them unable to be defied. "No matter how embarrassed you might feel, you are not to try and hide yourself. If someone makes a point of really taking a good look, you are to even stand and pose for them to better see. Is that understood?"

Krystal gave another little tremor, but nodded confidently. "I understand, Sir. I will do as you say."

He reached down and gave her hair a slow stroke. "Good kitty. Good girl." He put his hand to the side of her face and she nuzzled into it. "I'm proud of you." He said to her softly.

The look of absolute bliss that filled her features was inspiring. Mittens felt herself going misty again, but knew better than to interrupt this time. This was something far more formal, something far more sacred. This was a moment purely between Dominant and submissive. It was deeply arousing, but also incredibly beautiful. She also noticed how much he kept expressing his pride in her, likely having already understood that it was what she most craved.

"Stand." He said, offering his hand for her to use to help do so. Once she was back on her feet, he reached down and lifted the 'D'-ring of her dog collar. "Would you be comfortable with me putting a proper collar on you for tonight? I know this has some significance to you, but I would like for you to wear one of mine while you're here."

"I would love that, Master Brooksend." She replied, almost breathlessly. "Please, may I wear one of your collars anytime I am here?"

He nodded meaningfully to her, seeming very satisfied by that. "Then I will order one specifically for you. Do you have requests for how you would like it to look?"

She looked utterly thrilled. "Hmmm...." She began, giving it some real thought, but the moment was suddenly interrupted by the doorbell ringing.

Everyone in the room lit up at the sound, though Krystal's deep blush, which had begun to disappear, returned so thoroughly it made her white make-up look practically pink. The fact that she'd been commanded to answer that doorbell without doing anything to conceal her very exposed body seemed to be truly impacting on her. However, she swallowed whatever hesitation she might have and looked at Mittens with a frazzled smile.

"Shall we greet your company?" She asked, her voice a little shaky, but determined.

Mittens giggled and took her paw in her own and the two of them headed out of the den to the foyer. Master returned to his work on Chloe's bindings, but Chloe herself was watching the two cat-girls, seeming deeply touched by the friendship they'd formed. That look made Mittens feel a sudden rush of love for the woman.

A part of her felt that she'd half forced Krystal on both of them, Master and Chloe, yet neither of them had so much as batted an eye at inviting her friend into their private sanctum as a long-stay guest. Chloe seemed immune to jealousy, always taking as much joy in watching those she loved feeling pleasure, be it sexual or platonic, as she did with feeling it herself. Master had stepped up to be Krystal's mentor and protector without a pause, treating her with the same compassion and care that he had for his two beloved submissives.

It all made her think of just how lucky she was to have these incredible people in her life who were willing to help her bring some happiness to her new friend. There was no question that Krystal had needed all this, a place where she could be as weird or adventurous as she wanted to be. Or just be shy and reserved without pressure. A place where she would be accepted without question or expectation.

She gave Krystal's plush-covered hand a squeeze as they approached the door. "You ready for this?" She asked as she reached for the knob.

Krystal gave a chuckle. "Not at all, but I'm going to do it anyway." She breathed.

Mittens spared only a brief moment to give her friend a reassuring smile before she pulled open the door to greet the two women standing outside. "Meowdy!!" She shouted excited as she saw them.

Opal scooped her up into a big bear hug instantly. Given that Opal was already nine inches taller than Mittens normally and currently wearing five-inch heels, this put Mittens' face smothered right into the middle of her voluptuous breasts. "We're here!!" She squealed unnecessarily.

Marsha blew out an exaggerated sigh and rolled her one visible eye. "I think she already figured that out, ya dumb slut." She drawled with a laugh.

"Eh eida ed." Mittens muffled out around the boobs, though she made no efforts to dislodge herself from them. "Eff es Ehrstel." She added, lifting the paw still holding onto Krystal's paw.

Opal looked over at Krystal, still keeping Mittens' face buried in her ample cleavage. "Nice to meet you." She chirped brightly. "I'm Opal and this is Marsha." She gave her head a flick towards her Dominant.

Marsha extended a hand. "A pleasure to meet you, Krystal."

"You could understand that?" Krystal asked a little timidly, taking the offered hand gingerly. She seemed to be fighting the urge to leap into the nearby hoodie Mittens kept by the door for unexpected vanilla visitors.

Opal finally released Mittens to breathe, a wry smile on her lips. "She's actually told us about you already. The green ears are a dead giveaway." She gave her a wink. "You make a cute kitty. I love that whole outfit!"

Krystal blushed even more than she already was. "Th-thank you." She muttered.

"Come on in! Master is in the den trying to tie up Chloe." Mittens said, waving them into the house. "Me and Krystal will run out and grab your bags in a bit here."

Krystal stared at her apprehensively. "We will?" She whispered, glancing out the door at the wide-open world beyond it. She was obviously not as sure about walking outside in so little as she was as being inside in so little.

Mittens chuckled. "We're getting her used to being uninhibited." She said to Marsha in particular.

Marsha laughed. "Well, you'd be the one to do it." She looked at Krystal. "I don't think I've ever actually seen Mittens with clothes on. She was naked the whole convention."

"Hey, if'n I cans be nakey, I's gonna be nakey." Mittens said.

Krystal spared Mittens a wry smile, but turned to Marsha. "Would Mistress like a proper look at me? I've been commanded to allow anyone who wants one as good of a look as they want." She extended her arms away from herself, inviting the Domme's gaze.

"Yeah, give us a little spin." Marsha said to her, twirling a finger. Krystal complied, turning in place slowly. It required her to let go of Mittens' paw, but she seemed to be getting her courage up a bit. "Very nice. Thank you, subbie." She replied in a semi-formal tone. "Now let's go see what kind of mayhem James is getting into and meet this 'Chloe' I've heard endless things about."

They all moved into the living room, where Master was carefully finishing up a complex-looking fresh binding around Chloe's hands. As Marsha came up, drawn to the sight of rope like a moth to a flame, he stepped aside, waving his hands in presentation of his work. The look of pride on his face dropped away when Chloe effortlessly slipped one of her hands right out of the binding to give her nose a quick scratch.

"I feel like you did that on purpose." Master muttered while eying her narrowly.

"Even the best slave needs to earn a few punishments from her Master, every so often." She whispered back, an impish look of sheer glee on her face.

"Sounds like I need to teach you a few 'correctional ties'." Marsha said slyly to Master.

"I certainly have the motivation to learn them at the moment." He returned in a playfully grim tone, still glaring at Chloe. For her part, Chloe had a distinct 'job well done' look on her face, apparently seeing it as her duty to give him a little inspiration. It didn't hurt that she enjoyed being restrained, so anything that helped motivate Master to learn those 'correctional ties', she would consider it her duty to do.