Mittens Has Class Ch 17 1

Mittens Has Class

Chapter 17 - All Cats Like Cookies, Cause Of the Milk Probably

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Once Marsha and Opal's bags were deposited upstairs, the group of them all settled into the den to socialize and for everyone to better get to know each other. As well as Marsha helping Master with his roping skills as they all talked. For her part, Krystal asked a number of questions about the relationship between Opal and Marsha, seeming genuinely in awe of how easy they made it sound. The pair seemed to have no end of patience with their answers, practically telling their whole story over the course of it.

It hadn't been a perfectly smooth trip, with Opal initially being very uncertain about a lot of things. Though the modern-day church was more generally accepting, her abuela, the aunt who'd mostly raised her, had raised with much less modern ideas of what was and wasn't 'right' in the eyes of God. Not just on homosexuality, but any kind of sexually 'deviant' practices. She'd had to keep this side of her life far away from her abuela, and her parents in Mexico, for fear of their reactions to it. As much as she wanted to believe they wouldn't exile her from their lives, there was no question that it would result in endless drama as they all tried to convince her to 'repent' her choices.

Despite this, she'd felt drawn to exploring her sexuality, finding herself very aroused by images of bondage and sexual masochism. In her limited knowledge of BDSM, based solely on the very biased main media versions and the overly exaggerated pornographic depictions, she'd found herself contacting Marsha for her services. Marsha had initially seen her as nothing but just another client, someone confused and clueless that didn't really know what they were looking for. However, Opal had taken to being a masochist the way Chloe had taken to being a lifestyle slave.

For her, the pain and suffering that Marsha inflicted became almost like some sort of religious experience in and of itself. It felt spiritual and freeing, as though whatever punishments her Domme gave her were purging her of impurity. It had helped her reconcile a lot of her conflicts with her more conservative upbringing, though she doubted her abuela or parents would have agreed with that interpretation.

Even though she usually whimpered, cried, and begged throughout many scenes, she rarely felt the need to use a safeword. In fact, they both joked that three out of four times she did evoke it, it was because she had to use the bathroom, not because she was exceeding any sort of limit. It had become such a thing that she now actually had two safewords. One that meant she was getting pushed too far ('apricot') and one that simply meant she had to pee ('squirt-gun').

Despite her immediate love of BDSM, it had taken time for them to somehow find themselves more than just client and Dominatrix. For months, they only saw one another during appointments, which became more and more frequent. Then it evolved into Opal sometimes hanging out afterwards, if there wasn't another client coming. Which somewhere along the way turned into them sometimes just getting together to spend time outside of the dungeon. Eventually, without either of them really broaching the subject, they'd found themselves in bed together.

"Not sexually, at first." Opal pointed out. "We'd just spent a whole Saturday together, going all over Atlanta doing...nothing in particular. We'd picked up some take-out on the way to Mars' place and ended the day binge-watching this random show. Next thing we knew, it was one in the morning."

"I mentioned going to bed and ditzy here just nods, half out of it, and walks to MY bedroom." Marsha chuckled as she worked at a particularly complex knot around Chloe's knees. "I didn't even question, just brushed my teeth and jumped in with her. After that, it just became a regular thing."

Opal grinned. "The first time more than sleeping happened was just as out of the blue."

Marsha shot her an amused look. "Not that out of the blue. I'd spent over two hours torturing you on the couch first. I'm pretty sure you would have humped the armrests if I hadn't scratched that little itch for you."

Opal grinned coyly. "I guess that's fair. Anyway, there wasn't much discussion about it, we just climbed into bed and...all of a sudden, we were making out and grinding."

"Don't let this daffy bitch fool you." Marsha said smugly. "She jumped my body like I was a life-raft leaving the Titanic. We usually snuggled and were a bit affectionate sometimes, just this naughty slut went on the attack that night."

Krystal looked at Opal with a curious expression. "You're the one who initiated it? Even though you still thought of herself as 'straight'?"

Opal shrugged. "I wanted it. Wanted Marsha. I don't think either of us really questioned it as it happened. I think it had just been building up for a long time. It wasn't our first time kissing one another, but it was the first time outside of a scene. I just wanted to have sex. Likes Mars said, I probably would have molested the furniture if not her. She was just...a lot more desirable than a sofa."

Marsha chuckled. "Sofas don't leave your back covered scratches though."

"Like anyone could have told with all the rest of the marks you left on me." Opal countered slyly. "Anyway, after that...it just became...something we did. We never really discussed it or analyzed it, just accepted that it was an option now."

"But you still maintain that you're just...'friends'?" Krystal asked cautiously, looking as though she was worried she might be pushing this point a little too much.

Marsha paused in her tying to look at Opal, who returned the look for a long moment before answering. "She's my best friend. She's...my person. Just as we don't put a label to what we are sexually, we don't need to put a name to what we are to one another. We're just...us. If someone wants to think we're more, I don't really feel the need to correct them, but for us, it just is."

"I'd agree with that." Marsha said with a little nod, before turning her focus back to the ropes on Chloe.

However, Mittens thought she could see a little something more in Marsha. Like a tiny note of sadness that the woman she obviously thought of as something she definitely had a name for couldn't find that same name for what they were. There was little question that they loved each other, but she didn't think she'd ever heard them actually say those words to one another in a meaningful way. Not the way she said it to Chloe and Master or the way they said it back to her. And yet, it was so obvious that that sentiment was there between them, waiting silently to be acknowledged.

"Okay. Done." Marsha said suddenly, standing up and surveying her work, before looking to Master. "Did you follow all of that?"

Master gave her a sheepish smile. "Um...sure."

Marsha rolled her one visible eye, then turned its attention to Chloe. "Try to move, sweetheart."

Chloe began wriggling and struggling against the rope, trying to slip out of any part of it, but couldn't. After a moment, she grinned. "Seems pretty secure, Mistress. However... To borrow Opal's word...'squirt-gun'."

Marsha had Chloe free in less than a minute, unfastening the ropes almost like performing a magic trick. Once she was loose, Chloe got permission to run as quickly as she could to the toilet from Master as Marsha looked to the other three submissives in the room. "One of you want to play rope-bunny?"

"I would." Krystal said nervously, looking between Mittens and Opal, as if to make sure they didn't object. Both of them smiled at her encouragingly.

Marsha began working her fantastic skills on Krystal, Master watching every loop and knot carefully, trying to absorb something, but often seeming to just get swept away in the beautiful grace of her talent. She seemed able to use the rope like an artist's brush, making the bindings not just effective, but pleasing to the eye. She could weave clever devices into the rope that added predicaments, such as something specifically rubbing a sensitive place, just right, anytime you struggled.

This, of course, would have only made Mittens struggle as much as she could.

In this instance she was simply putting Krystal into only a secure set-up that would leave her completely immobile. For her part, Krystal seemed almost at peace with the complete restriction of her movement, completely trusting Marsha. Halfway through the tie, Marsha paused, looking over to Mittens.

"Come here, kitty-cat." She said with a little grin.

Mittens practically bounded over, a big toothy smile on her face. "Needs me ta puts ma finger on somefin so's ya can ties tha big bow?" She asked playfully.

"I'm going to bind the two of you together, actually." Marsha replied, still with that evil little grin on her face. "First, I need to catch you up to your friend here." She set about getting Mittens wrapped up into a very similar binding as she'd put on Krystal, her hands moving more quickly than before, this time not doing it slowly for Master's benefit. By the time Chloe had returned from the toilet, Marsha already had Mittens well trussed up and just as immobilized as Krystal.

She guided the two of them up to each other, nestling them together, Mittens' face brushing into Krystal's neck. She could feel her friend tremble slightly as she lightly nuzzled into her jawline affectionately and purred playfully. She glanced up at her face, making sure that her friend didn't look uncomfortable with the gesture, but the smile she found there encouraged her to place a soft kiss against at the base of her cheek. "You okay?" She asked her.

"Completely." Krystal answered without any hesitance. "I'm enjoying this." She paused a second before tilting her head down and putting a kiss of her own on Mittens' nose. When she retracted back, she suddenly snorted in amusement. "Um...oops." She grimaced.

"Ma nose is green now, ain't it?" Mittens asked with a giggle.

"Yeah."

"I looks good in green." Mittens replied nonchalantly. "More green kisses please."

Krystal laughed, but obliged, placing a handful of random kisses about Mittens' face, making sure to firmly press her lips with each one in order to leave a print. As she did so, Marsha was expertly working the long loose ends of the ropes between the two of them, seeming quite pleased that the two of them were distracting one another.

A moment later, Mittens realized why as she felt a rope suddenly go snug up between her thighs and wedge into the cleft of her labia. The look of surprise that come to Krystal's face a second later said that another rope was now in a very similar place. Then her face went scarlet when Marsha come up beside her ear and whispered into it.

"I'm going to pull your panties aside so that the rope is against your skin." Marsha breathed the words, making them sound as if this was something that was going to happen whether Krystal wanted it or not, but she waited, eye looking carefully at Krystal's blushing face. She was obviously wanting to give her victim a chance to use a safeword if it was too far, though the shock on Krystal's face made Mittens wonder if Krystal realized this herself.

"If you're not comfortable with her doing it, you can--" Mittens started to say, but Krystal gave a quick smile, though it looked half-stricken.

"I...I don't need to use it." Krystal said, her voice a little shaky, but she glanced to Marsha and gave a slight nod of acceptance.

"It won't be enough to really expose you, sweetie. I promise." Marsha reassured her.

"D-do what you need, Mistress." Krystal replied back nervously, her blush rising a little more, though her expression showed far more embarrassed amusement than any kind of actual mortification. She flinched suddenly, Marsha apparently making the adjustment below.

Marsha worked another minute with the ropes, tying off the final loose ends, then stepped back. "Okay. Now if one if you wiggles, it's going to stimulate the other one." Almost as soon as the words were out of her mouth, she gave Krystal's ass a heavy smack with her hand. The reaction to it sent the rope drawn up into Mittens' pubis singing with motion, instantly making her react to the unexpected stimulation.

It became a chain reaction of cause and effect, with each of them reacting to the motion of the other and generating their own motion to trigger the other's rope. Another rope had them tethered together so they couldn't move away from one another far enough to make the rope sawing across their nethers become too tight and be painful. While neither of them could they move their arms at all, Marsha had left just enough mobility in their legs to maintain balance. Regardless, Mittens noted that Master and Marsha were each positioned to catch them, should they tip over.

Krystal's eyes rolled from it all, but the huge smile on her laughing face said that she was enjoying the predicament. In fact, Mittens was certain she was now purposefully jiggling and waggling, just to add to it all. Mittens began doing her own little dance of shimmy and shake, making it like a sort of naughty tug of war.

"I think we should just leave them like this." Marsha said after a moment. "They seem to be having fun."

Master laughed. "You're going to have leave me instructions for this one."

Marsha gave him a little nod, as if to say 'of course'. She then reached out and steadied the two of them. "Okay, kitties, enough playing with your strings. They're going to start chaffing quickly." She grinned at them. "Very good kitties though."

"Thank you, Mistress." Both Mittens and Krystal said together, then giggled at each other.

Once Marsha had the two of them back out of the rope, Master suggested that they start getting dinner together. All of them retiring to the kitchen, the four submissives made a light dinner of chicken and greens for their Dominants and all of them settled in around the dining table. For a while, the atmosphere became mostly jovial and laid-back, all of them discussing various random subjects. Marsha and Opal told more stories of their own lives, most of them rather amusing.

"I know Mistress Thurgood never gives a real answer about how she lost her eye, but I noticed you had a scar around that same eye, Opal." Krystal said after most of the plates had been emptied of food and everyone was just taking a moment to let their meal settle. "Is it okay if I ask about it?"

Opal reached up and touched the flesh around her eye, the faintest sign of an old scar leading up to the socket and subtly parting her eyebrow. "I had someone push me down a hill when I was in first grade." She answered with a sour smile. "He was this bully who thought of me as some kind of illegal alien, calling me all manner of rude names. I was actually born in America, but my parents were both Mexican immigrants who had become legal citizens of the United States well before they even met each other."

She gave her head a little shake at the memory. "To him though, it didn't matter where I was born. All he saw was someone who didn't look like he did and that made me his target. He chased me on the playground one day and up to the edge of this steep ravine. He shoved me backwards and I fell into it and onto some sharp rocks that only barely managed to miss damaging my eye."

Marsha reached over and put a hand on Opal's arm, an expression of empathy for her friend and anger at the little twerp that had hurt her. "It actually made Opal's parents decide to just return back home to Mexico, meaning to take her with them. However, her aunt convinced them to let her stay here in the U.S., so she'd have better opportunities. She could enroll her into a private school that would take better steps to keep something like that from happening again."

"Luckily, the community where my aunt lived was a lot more accepting than my old one. And, I think the fact me and Mars had both suffered injuries around the same eye gave me and her a kind of weird point to bond over." Opal said with a smile meant to say that everything worked out. However, there was a slight sadness in her expression at the memory of it all. While the scar the kid had given her might have faded to almost nothing, the scars on her heart from his ill treatment had remained.

"I certainly hope that little creep got punished for what he did." Chloe groused, looking as though she would reach across time and pop the racist bully in the nose, if she could.

Opal chuckled sourly. "Not sure what happened to him back then, but last I heard, he's gone into politics." She gave another chuckle, this one lighter in tone. "Honestly, I don't really think much about it anymore. He was just some dumb kid who didn't even know why he hated me. It's the ones who have excuses to 'validate' their bigotry, especially in the last few years, that have bothered me a lot more."

"Well, I still hope he got some kind of punishment for pushing a little girl off a cliff." Chloe persisted. She'd had to deal with a creep of her own just a year prior. An idiot drunk whose name had literally been 'Chad' and lived up to the stereotype the name carried. Last time she'd run afoul of him, he's assaulted her in a parking lot, but got the daylights beaten out of him by Shawn, who worked as the bouncer of the club they'd been leaving.

While she'd mostly been able to put the whole episode behind her, Mittens knew Chloe still had nightmares of the man occasionally. She sincerely hoped the man had either drunk himself into a permanent coma or gotten himself arrested for something that would keep him off the streets until he was too old to be a menace again. Sadly, she doubted it. People like him, like Tweedle-dickhead, and like the little cretin who'd put a permanent scar down the face of someone as sweet and gentle as Opal seemed to never get what they deserved.

"Well, I think I'm ready to see this infamous 'mirrored dungeon' of yours, James." Marsha gave a clap of her hands together, seeming to want to change the subject. "I feel a desire to play with my toy here." She reached over and gave a little caress of Opal's cheek.

Opal beamed in response to the touch. "I'm rather curious to see it myself."

"It's pretty amazing." Krystal told them, her voice a bit awed. "It's like being in a Hibert space, arranged as a looping infinite dimensional construct." Everyone at the table paused, giving her a curious look. It took her a moment to realize that she was being stared at in bewilderment. "What?"

"I'm guessing you're a sci-fi geek?" Marsha asked with a laugh.

Krystal gave a sheepish grin. "More like a nerd. I'm really into quantum mechanical theories and Einsteinian physics. Unified field theory and all that."

"I'm guessing you're a science major?" Opal asked.

Mittens realized that she actually had never asked Krystal about her major before. She thought it was something like a general degree or something similar, but wasn't entirely sure. "I never realized you were so into science. I don't think I've heard you ever really go into it that much."

Krystal gave a little shrug, seeming to be shrinking a little all of a sudden. "I...I mean, I'm not into all science or anything, just find quantum mechanics...you know, interesting." Her eyes flicked downwards, voice going softer. "I mostly just know a lot of random stuff. I'm not even one hundred percent certain that 'Hibert Space' is the correct term or not..."

Mittens reached over and put a hand on her arm. "It is interesting. I'd love to hear some of your favorite concepts sometime."

Krystal gave her a grateful smile. "Okay, probably should wait until right before bed though. Me going on about it is usually better than sleeping pills." She gave a self-deprecating chuckle. Looking back towards Marsha and Opal, she forced a bright smile. "And I'm technically an art major...for now. I'm actually not really sure what I'm wanting to get my degree in, ultimately, or if I even will finish one. I'm more in school just for something to do."