After Cat turned the corner and accepted her submission in the last chapter, I started thinking about playing with the format and style in these next chapters a little more while I decided where to take her story next.
The result is that this chapter that is a little less heavy on the plot developments and a LOT more sexy girl on girl moments as Cat starts her sapphic prostitution education in full. There's a lot of tender moments and sex and a whole middle section with anal training, so you've been warned if that's not your thing.
Thanks again for all the feedback. Hope y'all enjoy the start of Cat's next phase!
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CHAPTER 5
My hands tremble slightly as I run my fingers across the supple flesh of the beautiful woman's thighs and bare pussy laid out before me, feeling the heat and wetness that radiates from her aroused lower regions. This beauty is Samantha, a local regular customer in her late thirties who Mama invited for a free session with me as part of my training.
As she lies naked and expectant for me, I am mesmerized by the sight of Samantha's flawless, tanned skin that glows in the soft light of the room. Her long black hair cascades down her back, framing her oval shaped face like a lush decadent halo. Her round breasts are capped with pointed nipples and large areolas that fade into the rest of her breast. Her thighs are shapely and toned, leading up to a bare pussy that glistens with arousal.
The anticipation in the air is palpable, and my mouth waters with the idea of tasting her. My heart races in my chest, a mixture of nerves and excitement fueling the rapid beat. I can't hold back any longer and I lean down.
I can taste the sweet saltiness of Samantha's skin as I run my tongue over her thighs and lower stomach. I love how smooth and silky it feels against my tongue. The scent of her arousal fills my senses as my tongue gets closer and closer to her center. I am instructed to tease her though, and not bring her release. Much to both of our frustrations, my tongue does not go for a lick of her beautifully glistening pussy lips. All I have on is a pair of mesh backed red panties that cover my pussy and display my ass in full through the translucent material.
"Mmmm, that's it, Kitty Cat," Mama coos from the side of the bed, amusement and desire lacing her usually brassy voice. She's sitting in a plush armchair wearing a silk robe, one leg crossed over the other, sipping on a glass of wine. "Taste her. Take your time." She purrs. "Take in the sweet scent of her desire. You'll find that a woman's taste is lovely all over her body, not just between her legs."
It had been four days since my fateful encounter in the big meeting room. After accepting my submission to Mama and my role in this place, Mama had started getting me used to my new reality. This was the first of many training and learning sessions I was about to endure.
She'd actually been really sweet since I'd accepted my place and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't motivated to continue to be good for her because her positive attention was damn near addictive. When she'd told me that Samantha was coming and I was expected to service her, I'd been both mortified and excited. That feeling of my sexuality being cheapened came back, but with it came a sense of feeling valued at the same time. It was a confusing contradiction that I'd grapple with during my entire time at the Victorian, no matter how comfortable I got.
I was kneeling at the end of the bed in this luxurious room as I continued to tease Samantha, my tongue running ever so lightly over her thighs, her stomach, her mound--anywhere but where I knew she wanted me most. The woman's moans of frustration only spurred me on to torture her more and it was thrilling in a way I never knew was possible.
Mama had been right. Kitty Cat was coming out to play and she fully intended to make this woman beg. The power that I felt having control over this woman's arousal was becoming invigorating. That was apparently the lesson Mama wanted me to take from this encounter.
"Now Kitty Cat," Mama purred, her voice like velvet in my ear as she moved to stand behind me, her large hands groping my ass through the skimpy panties. "It's time."
My eyes flicked up, meeting Samantha's desperate pleading ones. Her glasses were forgotten on the nightstand, her long hair a mess and her makeup smudged from when we'd made out a few minutes before. I leaned down and finally let my tongue brush against her swollen clit, my heart pounding in my chest as I did so.
Her reaction was instant and intense from all the buildup, her hips bucking up into my mouth as she let out a cry of pure pleasure. The taste of her--intoxicatingly sweet and tangy--flooded my senses, sending a rush of heat through my own body. I worked slowly, savoring every flicker of my tongue over her sensitive nub, every hitch in her breath, every quiver that ran through her muscles.
Mama's hands remained on me, kneading and guiding rhythmically, a physical reminder of who held the real power in the room. She whispered instructions to me, each word dipped in sultry authority that compelled obedience. Per her instructions, my fingers joined the dance, parting Samantha's slick folds to delve deeper into her heat. Focused on my task, I became attuned to her reactions, learning the ebb and flow of another woman's pleasure in a way that was both scientific and deeply carnal.
The room filled with sounds of wetness and female arousal; Samantha's pleading moans mingled with my hard breathing against her engorged lips. I could feel the shift in power within me, a heady mix of submission to Mama and dominance over Samantha's pleasure. It was an addictive combination that sent shivers down my spine even as I focused on the task at hand. My own arousal was a fire burning deep within me, stoked by Mama's handling of my backside as much as what I was doing with my mouth. Her fingers would move up and down my cheeks and then tease me between my legs with a feathered touch. She brushed her fingers against my lips through the sheer material of the panties and whispered "Focusss" into my ear. I shivered right into Samantha's pussy.
The crescendo of Samantha's passion was inevitable, her breaths coming shorter, her moans louder. I felt her body tense beneath me, the quaking of an approaching climax that I was orchestrating with my tongue and fingers. But as she neared the brink, Mama's grip tightened on me, a silent command to slow down, to deny. My heart ached at the cruelty and the beauty of this control - to give such pleasure and to hold it back.
I obeyed, pulling back just enough to frustrate but not to quench the fire I had stoked within Samantha. She whimpered pitifully and I was struck by the effect that that had on my own arousal. I loved having this effect on this beautiful older woman. It was then I realized the duality of my position -- I was both the instrument of torment and the adored pet at the same time. Mama was in control but I was her pleasure tool.
"What do you think I'm trying to teach you here?" Mama hissed into my ear as Samantha squirmed before me.
"To... to control, Mama," I stammered, my voice muffled against Samantha's quivering thigh.
"That's right, Kitty Cat," Mama's approval sent a flare of pride through my chest. "Control is the ultimate seduction. It's not just about giving pleasure, but knowing when and how much to give. This line of work is about both surrendering and taking control. It's knowing your place and when to do which."
I nodded against Samantha's soft flesh, processing what Mama was trying to teach while all my senses and arousal were so heightened. I may have been on my knees servicing this woman, but I was the one holding the reins of her pleasure. It was a heady feeling, and part of me wanted to draw out her ecstasy until she was a whimpering, begging mess (she was already pretty close!). I loved the power I felt controlling Samantha's arousal but I also knew I loved the feeling of giving up that same control of my own sex like I had to my now-coworkers in the big meeting room.
Samantha was panting now, her eyes wild with need, reaching out for a climax that I held just out of reach. Her begging eyes locked on mine, pleading silently for release. But Mama's grip was strong and unyielding--it dictated my actions with an authority that thrilled and terrified me in equal measure. I wanted more than anything to give Sam that release and feel her explode around my mouth, but Mama was the real one in control here. That was the real essence of this lesson, I realized.
"Do you think our Kitty Cat has earned the reward of your release?" Mama asked Samantha suddenly.
Samantha nodded frantically, her chest heaving with each breath. "Yes, please, I need it so badly! Please give it to her!"
Mama chuckled, a throaty sound laced with lustful intent. "Very well. Kitty Cat, make her come for me."
Her command washed over me like a drug, heightening my arousal. I dove back between Samantha's legs, licking and sucking her swollen clit with renewed vigor. Her moans filled the room as I slipped two fingers inside her slick channel, curving them just so to stroke her g-spot as I'd been taught while my tongue assaulted her clit.
Samantha's body bucked and thrashed, her hands weaving into my hair, pulling me closer as she inched closer and closer to release. I felt Mama's presence behind me, an unspoken encouragement as she watched her protégé work. My mind was a whirlwind of desire and intent, focused solely on the task of pushing Samantha over the edge into oblivion, of achieving the lewd goal Mama had set out for me.
And then it happened -- the crescendo - the shattering climax that tore through Samantha like a storm. I was inside her to the point that I experienced it hit as she did. Her hips jolted upwards and her cry pierced the thick air of the room, raw and untamed. I felt her clench around my fingers, the spasms of her orgasm rippling through her as I continued to lavish attention on her sensitized clit, milking every last shudder from her trembling body.
My own body echoed with a pleasure that wasn't mine, set ablaze by the sight and sound and feeling of what I had wrought upon another woman. I did this. I made this woman's body do this. I brought her this pleasure. That knowledge was almost as arousing as if I'd been the one being fucked.
At Mama's encouragement, I slowly slid my lips off of Samantha's clit and my wet fingers from her folds as she came down. We made eye contact and shared a momentary grin of satisfaction with one another.
