Authors note: Hello everyone. Thank you everyone for the positive feedback and comments they mean the world to me and have brightened my days. Thank you once again to Paul who continues to be my second set of eyes. ~ellie.
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Hella woke and rolled over to pick up her phone and look at the time. She had known that it was dangerous moving her pet Pussycat into the room adjoining hers, but when she had done it, she had believed that the time constraints placed on her training would not allow her to give the girl all the time needed to explore and test her limitations. Now she woke several times a night and fought with her conscience about waking the pet to indulge her own needs. She hadn't been this horny or infatuated with a submissive in many years, and as Cat's departure date loomed, she felt a strange sense of dread and relief mixing inside her to confuse her senses and make her desire for the girl even stronger.
Hella got up and padded across her bedroom, opening the door to the adjoining suite. She leant on the door frame watching her Pussycat curled on her side and breathing in the deep, steady rhythm of sleep. The heating in the building was such that no sheets or blankets were required, and Hella could take in her lovely, marked body. It had been a tough session for Cat that day as they continued to test out her limits with harsher equipment, and she could see red lines refusing to fade easily from her skin, even in the darkness of the room.
The pet was obedient but she never responded with the devotion and adoration that a true pet should after such an intensive training course. Hella was used to pets who lived for the slightest praise and attention from her but even after bring this so much pleasure and pain she remained detached and unbonded to her mistress. It was as if the true owner had erected a wall around her heart that Hella couldn't break through.
Even those who knew Hella well didn't question her actions bringing the girl here. The types of pain and humiliation she was forcing her pet to endure now required enormous amounts of aftercare to ensure no harm was done physically and mentally. Very few girls made it this far down the darker paths of the training, but while Hella was pleased that while Cat was able to embrace some of the harsher forms of pain, her levels of comfort with humiliation were not so dark, and she used her safe words often when those limits were tested.
The girl had an inner strength and resilience that Hella admired and found extremely attractive to go along with her sexy body and sweet smiling face. She took a deep breath and approached the bed looking at the pet she had an insatiable desire for. At the age of fifty, Hella had thought herself beyond mere infatuation. She had watched the girl struggle through her preconceptions of taboos, her trust issues, and her obvious sadness at being separated from the man she loved to give Hella the trust and control she craved and accept her as her dominant for her time here. The eventual full submission of the girl had remained elusive however and she had built up a great deal of rage toward her owner for keeping that part of her from Hella.
This wasn't a girl running from the real world or the law, she wasn't here looking for a new life or a new purpose, and she certainly wasn't a masochistic nymphomaniac like her friend, Nymph, all of which Hella was used to dealing with on a daily basis. This was a girl forced to change her ideas from what she knew about society and accept a new patriarchal world order so she could be accepted by the families of the twelve tables and marry the man she loved. Hella felt protective of the girl and was reluctant to return her so soon to a man who couldn't possibly appreciate her gifts.
Hella picked up the medicated body lotion that would help the girl heal quickly and climbed gently onto the bed. With a whispered voice and soft hands, she encouraged Cat to roll onto her belly and began a long slow massage to smooth the lotion into her fair skin that held the marks for far longer than someone of a darker complexion. She smiled as she heard the girl purring softly. It was a sound Hella had encouraged and enjoyed. Her purring pussycat was by far the most favourite pet she'd possessed in years.
Hella lifted Cat's hands and arms, resting them on the pillow above her head as she massaged her back to inside her ribs and the soft rounded sides of her breasts before spending a long time massaging the cheeks of her ass and running a finger consistently over the dark star there. She'd taken well to the anal toys Hella used on her, and even though she hadn't tested the limits of a double penetration by living men, she had fucked her with a good-sized strap-on while she wore a large plug. She was confident that Cat would not only rise to the challenge when presented, but that the girl would enjoy it, Hella thought disgustedly. As always, her thoughts turning dark as she thought of her pussycat being used by dominant men.
Despite having a male assistant to help her with some of the trickier restraints, the only cocks Cat had been allowed to touch or see in the last two weeks had been hard, cold plastic or glass. Hella knew she had stepped over the line between trainer and real intimacy, but she didn't care at this point. This beautiful girl who lay so relaxed and trusting under her massage was hers for this time, and she intended to take full advantage of that fact.
Once again using soothing tones and soft hands, Hella encouraged Cat to roll over and expose the front of her body for the massage she was receiving. Hella kissed the barely awake girl softly and let her hands roam over her body before starting on her shoulders and arms. Lifting her hands well above her head, she gently wrapped the wrists in the soft cuffs there and kissed away the small whimpered protest of her half-asleep pet, reminding her who was in control and who needed to do as they were told in hushed whispered tones.
Hella straddled Cat's head, her calves and thighs running parallel with the girl's arms. She was careful not to smother the girl as she gently lowered herself and sighed in pleasure as she felt a lazy tongue beginning to slowly lap at her slit. Content for the moment, Hella gathered more lotion and began her massage of Cat's breasts and torso. She caressed every inch of her breasts to her hips and pelvis before working her way back up to Cat's breasts with the pale pink nipples. Unable to resist temptation any longer, she took the nipples between her thumbs and forefingers, squeezing with increasing intensity until her pet cried out into her pussy, the vibrations exciting her all the more.
Needing more, she twisted the nipples and pulled them upward from her body, making the girl buck beneath her and squeal loudly. Hella lost herself in the sensation and ground down onto her mouth, absorbing every sound and the delicious tongue that continued to try and dance across her moving clit. Hella's first orgasm came quickly as she rode the wave of pleasure that inflicting pain on her willing pet gave her, intensified by the screams that vibrated through her pussy.
Hella knew she wasn't alone in her pleasure, it was yet another attractive feature of her pussycat that she was aroused by such treatment. Cat's insistent tongue and suctioning lips finally became too much for her oversensitive clit to bear, so she lifted her hips slightly and ran a hand down Cat's body to her pussy and slid her fingers between her folds, smiling as she felt the girl's obviously wet arousal.
"Mmmm... my pussycat enjoyed that, didn't she?" Hella cooed, rubbing her fingers over Cat's clit and smiling as her hips lifted slightly from the bed.
"Yes, Miss!" Cat hissed as she felt Hella grasp her clit with long nails, digging them in somewhat to hold the slippery little bud without losing it.
"Are you hissing at me, pussycat?" Hella twisted the clit trapped between her fingers, revelling in the cry Cat emitted in response before losing the slippery bud. "We. Don't. Hiss. At. Miss. Hella. Like. A. Nasty. Stray!" Hella punctuated each word with a slap to her pussy followed by soft rubbing as if to soothe pain she felt as she settled her own pussy back over Cat's mouth to enjoy the sensations of her cries and whimpers. "Such a naughty pet pussy," she spanked her again and felt her second orgasm rising.
Feeling generous, she changed position slightly and lay over Cat's body to lick her clit gently and delve her fingers into the hot wet hole to begin to fuck her. In this position, Hella could feel the body of her pet rock beneath her to movement of the fingers invading her and the small tremors that ran through her as she drew close to coming with her Mistress.
