Pet Teachers Ch 02 Purring Pussy

Disclaimers:

• This mind-control story contains various foot-fetish and non-foot-fetish scenes and concepts.

• This is the second story in the "Pet Teachers" series.

Pet Teachers 2: Purring Pussy

by J. F. Gargiulo

I'm on my third life.

My first ended some time ago. All I remember is that it hurt because someone hurt me. My second, better life began when I entered the care of Melanie, my mistress, and my current life began when she Transformed me into my true self.

Third time really is the charm, and in case anything happens, I have six more in reserve. I truly am the luckiest pet in the world ...

It's been some time since we left The Transformation Retreat. I can't remember—it's hard keeping track of time the way humans do ...

Yes, for the record, I am a cat. I may look like a plump human woman with her curly brown hair in pigtails, hairy legs, fat tits, and a brand mark on her head—but I assure you, I

am

a cat.

How do I know this? Why do I believe this?

Simple: Mistress Melanie made me see the Truth about myself and helped me cope with it.

And please don't try to change my mind—Mistress already has, and I'm quite content being her property forever.

Now, where was I? ... Oh, yes, we left the retreat and now live in a motor home. We've been on the road for a while, and while it's a cramped existence, I'm with my family, and that's all that matters.

Speaking of which, they're now all out in a field, where we've parked for the night. Mistress's other pets are relieving themselves, while Mistress and her slaves watch over them.

I am looking out at them from a window inside our home. As I said, I am a cat, and I am in my natural habitat. This is normality.

•

Susan didn't think

that

this was normal. How could she? She just ate dinner with her friends.

Naked.

Who does that?

And they had a chance at leaving, but

decided to give

Melanie and her retreat one more day ... Why? "I'm not feeling walking around naked." She admitted her feelings to her friends! So ... why stay?

She

lied on her bed on her side, staring at the

empty

space next to her.

She

sighed and rolled onto her back. She knew why she wanted to stay ...

She

stroked her clit ... Her body shook and convulsed. Susan opened her mouth, but no words came out as her eyes rolled back and chest heaved.

She cummed. It felt so good to cum ... but if only she had someone to do it with ... She blinked back tears. She knew that her husband

was gone

, but still ...

Wasn't there anyone who could take the pain away ... forever?

•

I'd gladly stay in this vehicle forever if it meant living with Mistress, the slaves, and the pets.

Still, I suppose it wouldn't hurt to stretch my own legs ...

I piss in my litter box and then crawl down the stairs and onto the grassy field. It's twilight, and every blade of grass in front of me is as distinct at the next. Everything on the other side of the field, however, looks blurry ... and sad.

Well, metaphorically. Ever since I was Transformed, my eyesight has changed. The blue sky is steadily darkening and the grass is green, but there's a smattering of gray and yellow everywhere. I can see in the sky where the sun's setting, and there should be red there ... but I can't remember what that looks like.

I miss seeing that color, but if this is how Mistress wants me to see the world, then I can't be too sad about it. I must accept it.

I roam a few feet away from the motor home, away from the others. I need to be alone. I've come to love this time of the day when the sun sets and the stars come out. My eyes don't hurt as much. I smile: It's almost as if I'm supposed to be a creature of the night ...

I stop, resting on my haunches. I lick the back of my paw. Before I was Transformed, I used to call my front paws

hands

and my hind paws

feet

. But now I know better, thanks to Mistress. She showed me the error of my ways and made me feel better about myself. She loves me so much, and I love her just as much.

I gaze up: The stars are out. Tilting my head back, I sing an ode to Mistress, without whom I am nothing. But, of course, I no longer speak as she does.

I caterwaul—mewling, meowing, hissing, and screeching a cadence of love. When I'm finished, I lick my paw, wash my face, and head back to my family.

My fat butt-cheeks sway as I crawl. I wish I had a tail like a c—

I stop. Wait, that ... that doesn't make any sense. I don't need a tail to be a cat ... do I? I speak like one, I go on all fours—if I had a tail, would it be up my asshole? How could I shit, then?

I pant heavily—this is very confusing ... I

am

a cat—I have to be one! Mistress said so ...

I breathe heavily ... I wish I could tell her—

"Kitty-cat! Like, kitty-cat!"

I shake my head. Ugh—the bimbo. I freeze and scan the area. Though it's black as pitch, I clearly see someone scamper my way. Vicky kneels in front of me and I sit, looking away from her. She strokes my hair.

"I, like, yuh know, wuv you sooooo much! ... What? Yer sooooo pwetty!"

She's naked except for the braids that give her pigtails, and she smiles ear to ear. Vicky hugs me tightly and plays with my pigtails, and I wish to bite her or claw her eyes out, but ... but I just can't ... Mistress told me to love this idiot and obey her, but there's something else that holds me back ... I can't quite explain it ...

All I know is that I must love and obey Mistress ... And I do, honestly. She gave me my life back, after all. Not in the way I ever expected, but still ...

Vicky gasps. "O. M. G. Does kitty wanna, like, yuh know, have some milk? Wouldn't it be, like, zlint 'n' stuff fer kit t' suck on m' tit?"

We stare into each other's eyes. Mine are unimpressed; hers are blank. Then they widen in realization. Then she frowns. Then they widen again.

"That, like ... totally rhymed! Zlint!"

Ugh.

She lies on her back and rubs her nipples. My mouth waters—I have to admit, I am hungry. I get on top of her, and ... notice that we are in a patch of dirt ... Ah! I'll use it to spell out on her milky body that I want a tail!

Scooping some dirt up with my paw, I throw it down on her stomach and spell out

tail

.

Or at least, I try to. The more I try to, the more I end up kneading this idiot's tits. I feel my mind become cloudy ... Yes,

this is

what I'm supposed to do, how I'm supposed to behave, not ... whatever I was just trying to do ...

"Meow." I am a cat, now and forever. How foolish of me to believe otherwise ...

Vicky's milk seeps out of her erect nipples, drop by drop. I bend down and feed, closing my eyes and lapping her natural juice, which soothes my throat ...

After I have my fill, I sit back up on my haunches. Why does she have dirt—

"Kitty-cat! You, like, have no manners! I'm dirty and there's milk all over yer mouth! Grody! So grody to the max!"

She licks my lips clean, and as much as I hate her, we tongue. It's such a good feeling, second only to when I tongue Mistress. I've pissed on Mistress because no one else can have her. I have the urge to piss on this idiot ... but I can't.

She might never leave my side, and I can't have that.

But then our urges get the better of us. Vicky wraps her arms around my thick body, and I awkwardly position my arms around her neck. She rubs my back and I pat hers. I meow from deep in my throat, but I'm not angry or being defensive. Vicky coos and starts breathing heavily, licking and kissing my neck.

"Oh, kitty, yer, like, yuh know, so pwetty ... So pwetty ..."

She plants a big one on my cheek, then pushes her body against mine, forcing me onto my back. My hind legs kick wildly in the air as Vicky makes out with me. In return, I scratch her back with my claws.

"Ow, ow, kitty ... that ... that hurts so

good

..."

The bitch bites my neck and sucks my earlobe. She lifts her body to straddle me, squeezing my fat tits hard, the milk shooting out in strands as thin as cobwebs. She leans in to catch my natural goodness, but fails, instead hitting practically every inch of her face except her mouth.

Then she turns around and gives me cunnilingus as her tight ass smacks my face. Her tongue flicks a mile a minute, and my body trembles. I reach for her vagina with my tongue, and when I find it, I lap at it in long strokes. Her body shakes.

We cum at the same time, our faces wet with each other's juice. After we're spent, Vicky gets off of me, and we lie on the ground, staring up at the stars ...

"Vicky! Susan!" a voice calls out. "Inside, now!"

Vicky's eyes turn glassy, and I feel mine do the same.

"Like-we-hear-and-we-like-obey-Elaine!" she says, in monotone. "Fer-shur!"

"Me-ow," I purr, in monotone. "Me-ow."

Vicky stands up and walks toward the vehicle, her expression blank and arms outstretched in front of her. I follow. When we get there, Elaine is standing by the open door. Elaine, I like. She keeps to herself and is Mistress's slave. She pets and kisses me, and fucks me gently. She's not rough and energetic like Vicky.

Did I mention how much I hate her?

Vicky scampers in; I crawl in behind her. Once we're inside, Elaine turns the vehicle on and drives off. Vicky goes into the bathroom, where Mistress cleans her off, because the dumbass is completely helpless without Mistress.

I crawl into my nice, big plush bed on the cushioned bench seat, under a window. I look around my home. The evening is my favorite part of the day: quiet, peaceful, relaxing. I don't know why it ever wasn't—I mean, I'm a cat.

Granted, I've seen myself in a mirror and I physically look like Mistress Melanie, Elaine, and Vicky, but Mistress told me that I'm a cat and not a person, so, logically, I'm a cat.

The other pets are asleep; I have no real opinion of them. The only thing we have in common is that we love Mistress and obey her, for we are nothing without her love and comfort.

Molly is a chicken, and usually just clucks and pecks around for food outside and shits out eggs inside. She sleeps in her nest, which is on the floor right in front of me. Her legs are folded under her, and her featherless wings lay motionless at her sides. Her chin rests on her gently rising and falling flat breast. I should hate her the most, for she was the one who suggested that we stay one more day with Mistress ... But given my present situation, how can I hate her?

Donna the monkey, for the most part, stays inside keeping the place neat and tidy, walking on her feet and knuckles. She shits in her adult diaper, especially when she's excited, and always eats with her toes. She's curled up at the other end of the bench, sucking on a thumb and clutching her teddy bear.

Then there's Mildred. She's a dog. I don't like it when she chases me sometimes—she just wants to play, I think. At least, she's never been mean to me. When she's happy, she shakes her ass, and I can't help but wonder if she should have a tail, too. She loves her toys and belly rubs. Below Donna, Mildred's asleep on her side in her plush bed, which is in a metal cage.

Mistress and Vicky sleep in Mistress's bed.

Everything in the vehicle is crisp and clear, not like during my first two lives. I smile.

Thank you, Melanie, my owner

, I think.

I slave for my mistress every day. I love her bare feet in every way.

And I do. How can I not?

The motorhome makes a sharp turn. I carefully peer over the bench to look outside. We're traveling down a highway. We pets were clothed once we left The Transformation Retreat, so as not to bring attention to us, but we soon found that this was unnecessary.

Plus, I'll just say that we didn't like it very much ...

There are hardly any cars out. Still, I love looking at them go by ... them and the trees ... and the brick walls, and the metal barriers ... one by one ... it's so relaxing ...

So relaxing that I can never help but fall asleep, and I sink down into my soft bed ...

•

The sofa was soft. Susan found it hard to stay awake she was so relaxed. Well, maybe it also had something to do with the big breakfast that she and the girls had,

as well as

the yoga and meditation session that Melanie led them in.

And the pocket watch that Melanie swung back and forth ... back and forth ... back and forth ... in front of her eyes ...

"So, what do you think of my retreat so far?" Melanie asked, while sitting next to Susan.

"Oh, it's very nice," Susan answered

calmly

. "I think like it."

"You think?"

"Yeah, we're not so keen on being naked. Vicky wants us to leave. She hates you."

"Why?"

"I don't know ..."

Melanie nodded. "Well, Vicky is a real killjoy, isn't she?"

"I guess, but she's my friend." Susan squirmed.

"Relax. I know she is, but you can't let her ruin your stay here. She's a burden on you, and you must not let her be one. Always be suspicious of her. Do you understand? Can you do that for me?"

Susan watched the watch for a few seconds before answering. "... I'll try ..."

"Good. Now, what, if anything, do you like about the retreat?"

"I don't know ... I guess the food—not that that should surprise you."

"Care to elaborate?"

Back and forth ... back and forth ...

Susan sighed. "I

really

hate my body."

"Why?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Susan fought back tears. "I'm fat and ugly."

"No, you're not. There's nothing wrong with being a little thick. I think it suits you."

"If only my husband felt that way." Susan swallowed. "I ... I started gaining weight while we were going through a rough time

financially

. Food was the only thing that kept me company while he worked overtime. The stress of teaching didn't help, either."

"Did he not want to touch you?"

Her voice cracking, Susan said, "No ... I started touching myself. It felt good, but ..."

"Nothing beats the touch of a loved one."

"

Exactly

. When he died, I thought

that

I'd get a pet, you know? Maybe a cat ... But I didn't."

"Why not?"

"Because I thought

that

I'd only be filling a void just to fill it. I didn't

really

want to stroke a cat, I wanted him to stroke me ..."

Melanie nodded. "May I touch you?"

Back and forth ... back and forth ...

"I ... Okay ..."

Melanie handed the watch to Susan, instructing her to continue swinging it. Susan

, of course,

obeyed. With one hand, Melanie rubbed Susan's clit, and with the other, she fingered the teacher's lady-hole.

Susan moaned, her chest rising faster and faster, her toes

tightly

curling and uncurling ...

"Just watch the watch, Susan, and listen, and know that the touch of a woman is a beautiful, liberating sensation. This

is what

turns you on from now on, and there's nothing wrong with that. Your hand, my hand ... It doesn't matter. Embrace your body, embrace your gender—embrace the new you."

"The new me," the hypnotized teacher repeated

softly

.

"Yes, the new you ... is a lesbian. Don't deny that you love women—four of your best friends are women, and I love you because I want to help you. Now ...

relax and close your eyes."

Susan obeyed, and she let go of the watch, which landed on her pudgy stomach. Her arm fell over the edge of the couch.

"Very good, my Susan," Melanie said, rubbing and fingering her even faster. "Enjoy yourself, my love."

Melanie removed her hands from Susan's lady parts, and the history teacher orgasmed, squirting a stream of cum into the air. Susan arched her back and moaned. Melanie cupped her hands and caught some of Susan's fluid, drinking it as if it were the nectar of the gods.

"Oh, Susan, you taste so good," Melanie said. "Would you like to taste yourself?"

Susan ever so

subtly

licked her lips. "Yes, Melanie ..."

The retreat owner rubbed her fingers on the wet spots on Susan's fat body and stuffed those fingers into the teacher's mouth. Susan licked and sucked Melanie's fingers.

"Good girl," Melanie said. "How do you feel?"

Susan smacked her lips and smiled. "Wonderful."

Melanie kissed Susan's forehead, snapped her fingers, and said, "Sleep, deep sleep ... Susan, I

'm going to

count to three, at which point you'll awaken from your trance,

completely

relaxed and refreshed. You'll forget everything that's happened to you here except for the good feelings that you've received. You'll want to continue staying here, telling me your secrets, your desires, and exploring your need to obey and love me, and removing the pain of your husband's death. All of these things Vicky wishes to take away from you. Understand?"

"Yes, Melanie."

"Good. One ... two ... three—eyes

open, wide

awake!"

•

"Susan? Wake up, my pet."

I open my eyes and look up. I behold my mistress! I leap onto the floor and get on all fours, rubbing myself against her legs, purring happily. She reaches down and gently strokes my hair ...

I shudder. I owe everything to this woman. I will never betray her. I will slave for her no matter what. I crane my head up; she smiles and nods approvingly.

"Very good, my pet teacher. You know your place so well! But come. We're home now."

I stare at Mistress as she walks to the open door.

"Mrow?"

I frown. What does she mean? This vehicle is my home—I pissed in it the first chance I got ...

Mistress turns to me and pats her leg. "Susan! Come!"

I obey, crawling through the vehicle and ambling down the steps outside. It takes a few seconds for my eyes to adjust to the sun. I don't like the sun.

I crawl a few feet to take my place next to Mistress's other pets. Mildred, sitting quietly and panting, is on a leash held by Elaine. Molly and Donna sit patiently by the fucking bimbo, who's too busy making spit bubbles to care about what's going on. I sit on my haunches and lick my paw.

Mistress stands before us. Behind her is a large wooden house. It's three stories tall with a front porch and windows all around.

"Like, uh, yuh know ... what is this ginormous place? Mistress? Huh?"

"This, you bimbo piece of shit, shall be our new forever home," Mistress proclaims.

"Whaaaaaaaaaaat?"

Ugh, how I hate her—she wanted to ruin Mistress, wanted to keep me from removing my pain ... And yet, for some reason, I wouldn't dream of talking to her that way—

Now, Johnny, we both know that you're not stupid. Some students need more help than others. It'd be in your best interest to study more each night, or ask one of your classmates for help ...

"Rraow!" I snap back to the present and shake my head. A sharp pain races through my head till I remember what I really am: a pet cat.

Still ... it felt good helping out—

"Rraow!" No! I'm a cat. I can't go back. I don't want to ...

I look around. We're surrounded by grass, dirt, and trees. The house isn't a mansion, but it looks big enough for all of us to live in comfortably.

"O! M! G! It's, like, sooooo ginormous 'n' stuff! Mistress, um, like, yuh know, why are we gonna live hare?"

"Because life on the road might bring unwanted attention, you dumbass. So long as we live here, we'll be safe and sound. No one will bother us."