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Kitten, part 3
By: Malissa Madison
Sitting beside her in the passenger seat I watched as she went through a
careful routine, that could only be described as well practiced. She
adjusted first the seat to make sure her feet were properly able to
maneuver the pedals. Then the center rear view mirror, and finally both
side mirrors.
She smiled sheepishly, "Sorry Miss Erika if I'm messing up your mirror
positions. But I hate having to move around to see them clearly." She
blushed a bright pink.
"Not at all kitten, I'm very happy that you are being a safe driver," I
complimented her. "This was my first trip with this particular car, so I'm
glad."
"I should warn you though, I've never driven a stick with heels on. I hope
I don't hurt it, Ma'am."
"Samantha Honey, it's ok to not be so formal when it's just the two of us."
I leaned over and kissed her on the cheek. "Now show me that sexy confident
Kitten I know you to be."
She pushed in the clutch shifting into neutral, then sat with her foot on
the brake working the clutch in and out getting a feel for it. learning
where her heel needed to be while shifting. Then with a grin she shifted
into first and started easing out to find where it caught.
In moments we were headed back onto the highway. Using her signal she
started into the on ramp, as she shifted into fourth. Her shifting was
smooth and precise. She was near the end, about to pass a semi on the right
when she smoothly shifted into fifth, accelerating even faster as she shot
out ahead of it onto the highway.
"Ok Little Kitten, how long have you been driving? You did that too well
for someone as young as you are."
"Two years Ma'am. It was my only real escape." She answered me looking
scared.
"Ok without looking what's your current cruising RPMs?"
She turned toward me, "Eighteen hundred."
"And you expect me to believe you've only been driving illegally for two
years?" I watched as she bit her lip. "It's ok Baby, I just wanted to know
how much experience you have in case I fall asleep."
"You might decide I'm more trouble than I'm worth if you know the whole
truth." She admitted.
Taking a long shot I asked, "How old were you when you stole your first
car? I was thirteen." I admitted out loud.
Looking sideways at me she nervously said, "I was ten, but I got caught."
"So you have a Juvenile record for Auto theft, and you're fourteen. How
many counts?"
"S, Six. They said the next one would put me in Juvie lockup." I could see
she was getting nervous about my asking her those questions.
"Well, I'll just have to get Momma Gina's Lawyers to make those disappear.
I can't have my Kitten with a Juvie record now can I?" I asked.
Her eyes opened wide, "You can do that?"
"Yes, you didn't know that?" I asked. "They go away when you turn eighteen
unless you keep getting into trouble. But a good lawyer can intervene
before that, especially if you're in school getting good grades. And you
have someone to be responsible for you."
"Miss Erika, What's the school really like? I mean it sounds so totally
awesome." Samantha wanted to know.
"Well Kitten, Momma Gina spent the time we had before school started
getting us ready for it. sure she could have just gone out a bought the
school uniforms in our sizes. But she wasn't like that, she had ours
tailored to fit us, she wanted her Kitten's to stand out." I told her.
The Friday before school started she drove us to a jewelers shop. Then lead
us both inside past the other shoppers to the counter near the back, and
rang the tiny bell on the counter.
When a slight older woman came out of the back room she smiled at Momma
Gina. "Oh my how wonderful to get to meet them at last," she exclaimed.
"You two are everything Gina has said you were."
Then looking at Gina she asked, "Are you ready for this? Are you sure they
are worth this kind of price?"
Leaning across the counter Gina said, "If I didn't think they were, I
wouldn't have paid the cost in advance now would I?"
"Quite right you are," the woman replied disappearing into the back. She
returned a moment later with two long thin boxes.
"Kittens, say thank you to Miss Alexandra."
"Thank you Miss Alexandra," we echoed each other.
"Now turn around and hold still," she directed us both.
Standing behind me she reached around my neck and pulled something snug
fastening it in the back. I stood waiting while she did the same to
Marissa.
"Ok you can look now," she almost giggled with excitement. Looking into the
mirror we saw we were now wearing matching Lace trimmed black satin
chokers. Dangling from a small loop at the front was a full Carat diamond
pendant. A small silver tag hung behind it that read, "Gina Tyler" the
reverse side had my name Erika. Marissa's was identical to mine except for
having her name on the back of the tag.
"Now there we are, all ready for school. Now you'll want to keep those on
at all times while you're at school," she warned.
"Why Momma Gina?" asked Marissa.
"Those set you apart from all the other Kittens there. And they show how
much you are cared for." Gina lifted her chin to look deep into her eyes,
"I think you both should start getting used to them."
I felt the fastener in the back and discovered it was like a collar, with a
buckle and everything. The loop in the front looked sturdy enough for a
leash.
Marissa kept caressing hers smiling happily, "I'm a real Kitten, I belong
to Miss Gina Tyler and no one can touch me without her permission," she
giggled.
"Marissa, Erika is still older than you are. So in my absence you are to
follow her instructions," Gina informed us both. "Erika you know you are
not to give anyone permission to play with Marissa without my express
consent, Right?"
"Yes Ma'am," I assured her. "I wouldn't share my sister without your
permission ever," I promised. And was rewarded by a huge hug from Marissa.
"I really don't see how you expect to get loyalty and discipline from
pampered Kittens," Miss Alexandra stated boldly. "In my day Kittens were
Collared and leashed at all times. If they wanted favors they earned them
through servitude, or flat on their backs."
"Then I suppose it's well and good we aren't in your day Alexandra," Miss
Gina commented as she ushered us out of the shop.
"Ma'am, why are we wearing collars?" I asked.
"Because all Kittens at the school must be identified by name and either
owner or responsible sponsor. And the school has decided that collars or
chokers are best for that purpose."
"What happens if we take them off and forget to put them back on before we
leave our room?" Marissa wanted to know.
"Sweetheart, I am the only one who has the key to remove them. I wouldn't
want to chance you being caught without them." She looked at me where I was
feeling for the end of the collar. "Un-collared Kittens become the property
of the school."
I thought she was joking but didn't say anything. Instead I just admired
the collar, that resembled a choker. Or was it a choker that resembled a
collar. "Come along Kittens, we need to check your uniforms I suppose
you'll want to try them on before Monday morning?"
"Yes Miss Gina," we answered. Marissa was absolutely beside herself with
pure joy. She kept stroking the diamond at her throat, and giggling.
We passed an older woman with a much younger girl, and we'd learned to spot
other Cougars and their kittens on sight. One looked at us as we
approached, "My what pretty Kittens. And so well behaved in public." The
woman had in her left hand a very thin neatly folded leash. "Darla, I
remember when you were that young. I had to keep you leashed so you
wouldn't wander off."
"Yes Miss Constance, that was when I was but a young and foolish kitten."
She was rewarded with a gentle soft pet and a deep loving kiss. The girl
was already wearing the double pleated soft blue skirt and button down
blouse of a senior Kitten. Momma Gina had schooled us in the schools
uniforms. As first year Kittens our skirts would be ruffled pink plaid that
came to mid-thigh. Our panties were to be pink satin with lots of ruffles,
called Rumba Panties.
We stood in the middle of the shop, and changed into school uniform.
Blushing because we knew everyone in the huge Mall walking past could see
us through the plate glass windows.
The woman in the shop stretched a measuring tape around my breasts to be
sure she would get me the proper size bra. As the tape slid across my
nipples the pain was excruciating, and I bit my lip.
"Oh Kitten, are they that sore?" Gina was concerned. "You should have told
me, I would have brought you something for it."
"Beside the register Gina," the woman said taking the tape away.
A moment later Gina returned with a tube of Ora-Gel. "Now let Momma Gina
put some of this on for you." I bit my lip, not realizing they'd only
gotten more sore as we'd been shopping. But when she was finished she blew
soft warm air over them and I could feel them becoming numb.
"I'm sorry, I Miss Gina I didn't know they would hurt so much," I was
almost in tears. Sure she would be disappointed in me.
"There, there kitten. That just means they're growing. The special vitamins
Dr Grisk gave you are working their magic to give you real breasts, just
like mine and Marissa's."
I smiled at her and thrust out my chest to be measured again. "You know
Gina, you should probably only by the minimum Bra's for this one. She'll
probably need new ones in two to three weeks," the woman taking my
measurements informed her. "And she'll undoubtedly need a lot more Ora-Gel.
You might as well keep that tube for her."
"Thank you Myrtle. It's been so long I forgot how quickly they can get
Sore. Can you forgive me kitten?"
"Yes Ma'am, I'm happy you want me to be your pretty kitten." I told her.
We had two pairs of three inch black patent heels, "Now you will wear them
on alternating days. You want them to get broken in properly. But you don't
want them to become smelly from constant wearing every day." We were
informed.
Nike had just become a huge name brand. And she bought us Nike tennis shoes
for our Gym classes. I was surprised I'd never paid more than ten dollars
for a pair of tennis shoes before. And Momma Gina dropped almost two
hundred a piece for ours and didn't bat an eye. Now any doubts I might have
had about Momma Gina's love vanished. She'd bought me a Diamond choker, and
paid for the very best of everything without question.
As she paid for us each a small jewelry box to take to school she caressed
a rack of very thin silver leashes. They were so thin and delicate they
wouldn't have held a fly. With a twinkle in her eye she picked out two and
lay them on the counter. "you will need these for school. I'll not have you
fastened with an ugly old house leash."
"They're first year kitten's?" the young man behind the counter asked in
astonishment. "And you trust them to such a tiny thread in obedience
training?"
"Just ring up the purchase Charles. My kittens are not going to be trained
in obedience. Those are just a formality."
We'd seen other kittens around the mall wearing leashes, but hadn't thought
about it. we'd never been leashed before and I was blushing at the curious
thoughts of what it might be like to be led by Miss Gina.
Outside on the concourse she read my thoughts, "You're curious aren't you
Erika?"
"Yes Miss Gina," I answered. And before I knew it I wash on the leash.
She'd reached up so fast neither I nor Marissa realized it until we heard
the metallic click of the dog snap closing on the collar loops.
"Come along Kittens," she giggled. And began to walk leading us through the
crowds, who turned and stared.
The third time I felt the leash grow taught, Marissa reached out and placed
her hand in the small of my back. "A good kitten never lets the leash get
tight nor too slack," she said. "Just watch Miss Gina and learn to
anticipate her movements." After a few more minutes Miss Gina stopped near
a beverage stand.
Handing Marissa the end of her own leash and a twenty dollar bill she said,
"Please go and get us a refreshment, we'll go find a table." She led me
around to an empty table on the other side and motioned for me to sit down.
"Now watch Erika. See how she handles herself."
"Why doesn't she just take off the leash?" I asked after watching her fend
off several curious cougars who tried to take hold of her leash.
"One of the rules you need to learn is Kittens do not remove a leash once
it's fastened. Another is that whoever holds the other end is in charge.
Remember that please. See how she clings to the end so tightly. Even when
she was paying for the drinks."
Hen Marissa reached us and had sat down she offered the end back to Miss
Gina, who reached up and un clipped it. "you did well Kitten," she kissed
her. "Put that in your purse for later."
Both the leash and the change went into Marissa's purse. "Thank you Miss
Gina."
"Erika, do you wish to practice some more today?" she asked me.
"Yes Miss Gina. I need more practice thank you."
She smiled at me with such warmth and love, how could I say "No."
Later as we were heading for the door she abruptly changed sides of the
walkway. My leash pulled tight, and Marissa whimpered as she bumped into
me. Gina turned quickly, and they caught me before I could fall.
"Are you alright Erika? What happened?"
"Out with your untrained ragamuffin kittens I see," Crystal laughed. "If
you used a proper leash they'd learn how to be led instead of falling
down."
Momma Gina actually hissed at her, and we just knew it was going to end up
in a fight. But several other Cougars flocked around us.
"Get lost Crystal," one spat vehemently at her. "You do not belong in
polite society." I suddenly recognized Miss Myra from the school.
Another said, "Gina, I'm glad I caught you here. I stopped at your house.
but you weren't home. And Mother said you had yourself two Kittens."
"Kittens, this is your Aunt Sydney, Sydney this is Erika." I curtseyed.
"And this is Marissa." She curtseyed. "Where is Tanya? You never go
anywhere without her."
"Tanya is at mothers. No doubt about to be smothered in gifts."
"Now why on earth would mother do that?" Gina asked.
"She's about to be a great grandmother," Sydney answered. "I let her out
without me one night, and she comes back pregnant." But Sydney was
giggling.
"She's just finished her Associates Degree. So I've given her, her freedom
to choose her own life."
I could tell that Sydney was filled with mixed emotions. Sad over the loss
of a Kitten, yet happy to have a daughter about to make her a grandmother.
Gina invited Sydney and Tanya for dinner, and they showed up as Marissa and
I were just finishing cooking it. Gina told her older adopted sister all
about finding me and then Marissa. Then after dinner she said, "Kittens,
we'll be in the play room." Which is what she called the huge family room
of our house.
"You have a Play room?" Tanya asked excitedly.
"Are you sure it's ok for you to play in your condition?" Gina asked.
"I'm nocked up Aunt Gina, not Delicate." To which Gina laughed.
It was the first time either of us had played with anyone else besides Gina
since she'd claimed us. "Kittens, if you feel uncomfortable or want to stop
at any point, remember just say Queen of Clubs." Gina reminded us.
"Yes Ma'am," the three of us echoed. And we all looked at Tanya.
"Tanya, how many times do I have to tell you, you are no longer a kitten."
"I am too, I just happen to be a pregnant kitten."
We played long into the night, and of one thing I was sure. Being a kitten
was the most awesome thing I could dream of.
"Monday morning arrived way too soon," I told Samantha. Noticing the sun
was beginning to set. "We should pull over for the night, why don't you
pick us a motel up ahead?"
"OK, but you have to promise to tell me the rest, Please." She pleaded.
"Alright. But not until after we eat something." I told her.
We checked in to a Motel Six, and I found the room before we drove around
looking for a place to eat. She had two big hamburgers and a chef's salad,
then belched and giggled, "Excuse me I'm sorry," she was blushing beat red
with embarrassment.
I paid our bill and then as we were about to get back in the car, a pickup
on the highway locked up its brakes, the passenger door flying open as it
skidded to a stop. A familiar young girl jumped out running toward us, as
the truck jumped up over the curb to follow.
"I found you, oh thank heavens." She was panting hard.
"Hope Gladwell, what on earth are you doing here?"
"Hey you little bitch, you almost made me wreck my truck." Yelled the
driver. And she quickly moved behind me.
"I suggest you leave this young girl alone. She's underage for the likes of
you," I told him.
After he left I turned around, "Does your mother know where you are?"
"Yes Ma'am. I mean sorta. I left her a note." She looked over at the other
side of the car, "Hi Samantha, I decided to come join you guys."
I gently smacked her bottom, "Get in the car. Samantha lets go back to the
Motel." I thought as Samantha drove, "what would you have done if you
hadn't caught up to us? I asked her.
"I would have gone looking at the school for Samantha, and I would have
begged them to let me be a kitten. I would have worked for my tuition."
When we got to our room I dialed the desk, then told them to add the phone
calls to my credit card. God the girl really needed help if she was
desperate enough to put herself in the position of becoming a free range
Kitten.
Hope gave me the number, "Grace Gladwell please," I said when Beverly
answered the phone at the diner.
"Is she with you?" Beverly asked.
"That's why I'm calling." I told her.
"Hello?"
"Grace? It's Erika Tyler. I just picked Hope up, I have her here with me
right now. I think you two need to talk." I handed the phone to Hope.
"Momma? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have run away and scared you. But you always
said if I had a chance I should leave that town and make something of my
life." she paused to wipe away her tears, "And this is the only chance I'll
ever have to get away and get a decent education Momma. Besides waitressing
or hooking at the motel what is there for me to do there?"
"Hope, you didn't even ask, you just took off. What if Miss Erika has other
plans or can't afford to take you on too? you should have at least asked
her first," Grace told her daughter. "And how do I know I'll ever see you
again?"
"You will Momma, I promise."
"If it's ok with Miss Erika, then yes, but I'm not sure how I could afford
tuition at a fancy boarding school like that."
Hope handed me the phone. "Grace, it's Erika. If you want me to I'll bring
her home. But it sounds like she's determined to leave town no matter what
happens."
"I know, and she's right. I've been encouraging her to leave here and find
someplace better where she can have a better life as soon as she graduates.
but I could never afford her tuition, and I don't know how I could ever
begin to pay you back."
"Grace, how much do you know about the Gwendolyn's Private Girls Academy?"
"People say it's one of the best boarding schools in the nation. And I've
heard rumors that they teach really Advanced Sex education."
"That's a nice way of putting it. they teach young girls how to satisfy
others as well as themselves sexually. But that's on top of the regular
education. I graduated from there as did my mother Gina."
"I wish I could afford to send her."
"Grace, do you know what a Kitten is?"
"What you were when your mother brought you through here, and what Samantha
is?"
"Yes, only Kittens who are enrolled at the academy are more than just
sexual play things. They are cherished and loved. And well taken care of.
If I agree to take her in, I assume all financial responsibilities for her,
as well as her college education." I let that sink in, "And Grace, I'll
make sure she comes home as often as possible. And you can visit anytime."
We talked for a while longer and I promised to make sure she wrote and
called as much as possible. Then I said, "How about we plan for Christmas
vacation together? Just the four of us?"
I handed the phone over to Hope after that, "I promise Momma. Thank you. I
will, momma I'll call and send pictures too." then she giggled and blushed,
"Momma I didn't think you knew about that. yes momma, good night."
Samantha was in the shower already, "Hope when Samantha gets out of the
shower it's your turn. My kittens always shower first in case there's not
enough hot water."
When the water shut off, Samantha stepped out in just her panties, quickly
drying her hair. She winked at Hope, "Your turn," she said.
While hope was in the shower I brushed out Samantha's hair. Then let her
brush out Hopes while I showered. When I came out they were sitting on the
big double bed in panties and bras waiting for me.
"Miss Erika was going to tell me about her first day at school," Samantha
said. Then looked at me and asked, "Do you still have the collar Momma Gina
gave you?"
"It's at home waiting for you," I told her. "But we'll have to get one just
like it for Hope too. you are both my kitten's now. And we can't have
anyone thinking I care more about one than the other." And then I started
telling them about the first day.
Momma Gina called and had a delivery service pick up most of our school
luggage from the house. Then carrying our overnight bags, purses, and book
bags we headed off to school, driven by Momma Gina.
She already knew which Dorm was ours as well as which room. The actual dorm
rooms were on the second and third floors. The first floor was reserved as
Classrooms and Faculty housing. At the gate she signed us in. then again at
the Dorm.
"All Kittens must be signed in and out," she explained. "You'd be surprised
how many young girls try to sneak in here who aren't Kittens in the
beginning."
We followed three feet behind her flanking to each side as she lead the way
up the stairs past other Kittens and their Cougars. Some kittens crying,
others proud and obviously feeling better than anyone else. Our room was
209, and Gina just stepped through the doorway. There wasn't a door there.
She pointed past the other two girls in the room to the two beds on right
side of the room.
"Marissa, this is yours. Erika you are next to the window." Our things were
already there at the foot of our beds. "Come on let's get you all unpacked.
We can't have any wrinkled uniforms."
"Hello Ma'am, I'm Nika. I'm pleased to meet you." The Japanese Kitten in
the room curtseyed. "This is my Sister Kitten Anya."
"Nika, please you'll get us in trouble." Anya had been crying, and now she
looked frightened as she heard the clicking of heels fast approaching on
the hardwood floor of the hallway.
A woman stepped into our room, "Anya, Darling, are you finished crying
yet?"
"Yes Mistress Rachel." She sniffled. "I'm sorry it won't happen again."
She stepped forward and clipped something to her collar. "There, there now
Kitten, I've gotten you a new tag just like I promised. Now be a good brave
Kitten." She kissed her tenderly. Then turned to Momma Gina.
"You are Gina Tyler, Yes?"
"Yes I am. And these are my Kitten Daughters Erika and Marissa." We each
curtseyed to Miss Rachel.
"I am Rachel Svoboda, we spoke on the telephone last week. This is Nika, my
oldest. And this is Anya, my youngest. I'm afraid she's terribly frightened
to be left here."
"Is that why she was crying?" Miss Gina asked.
"Yes she was bought for me in Moscow by my husband. I'm afraid she was
badly abused before he found her. But I am happy he rescued her from the
Moscow House. it is a most unpleasant place."
Gina reached out and touched the tiny tattoo on Rachel's right wrist. "As
well you know from experience. I am happy that you chose a much nicer
school for your own Kittens."
They hugged each other, "It is nice that former Kittens can give their own
Kittens such wonderful educations. And to know that there will be someone
here in my absence who can step in if they should need a spanking."
"You know Rachel, there are several long weekends between now and the
holidays. Would it be permissible for me to have your Kittens join mine at
home so they aren't tempted to get into mischief?"
"Oh thank you, I was worried about just that very thing. And you would have
my permission to grade them in their pleasure classes."
"Thank you. Oh and I spoke with Miss Gwendolyn about getting the Door
replaced. I hope that is fine with you."
"Yes that's where I just came from." She turned to Nika, "You will not
temped the workmen when they come with the door. I know you like to please
those who do nice things for you, but they are paid well not to touch the
Kittens here without permission."
"Yes Mistress Rachel."
We'd been busy hanging up our clothes and sorting everything out.
"Kittens," Miss Gina said. "I will see you all on Friday. And Aunt Tiffany
will be here too if you need me and the school can't reach me."
She and Miss Rachel left together, leaving us to get acquainted with our
new roommates.
Nika was actually a year ahead of us but Miss Rachel had paid extra to
allow her to room with Anya. I heard a bell in the hallway and Nika said,
"That's the lunch bell. Grab your purse, and be sure your leash is in it.
sometimes they play leash games in line to keep us on our toes."
The dining hall was a one story building in the middle of the quad, the
four buildings one Dorm for each grade made up the quad. We had thirty
minutes from the time we signed in until we were to be finished with our
meals. The facility fed one dorm at a time starting with the ninth grade,
or first year kittens.
Standing in line we heard languages from all around the world.
Gabby was from New South Wales. Taniqua, was from South Africa. Justine,
was French. But the two who stood out the most were Tammy and Danielle.
"They're free range kittens, you can tell by their collars." Both girls
wore plain, unadorned collars, with no tags. "They snuck onto the grounds
last summer, and got caught. They're runaways from new jersey. But now they
belong to the school."
"That's terrible," Marissa said.
"No Kitten, that's life." Miss Myra informed her. "They aren't mistreated,
they have the same benefits as any other kitten here only they work off
their tuition by serving as Kittens for the faculty and staff." She looked
at each of us, "You see we are fair to everyone here. and if someone wishes
to buy them all they have to do is pay their tuition."
Samantha interrupted my story, "Is that why you got all worried when Hope
said she'd go beg if she didn't catch up to us?"
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