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Kitten, part 6
Back in our room I said, "Kitten's that was our last change of clothes,
why don't you get ready for bed now."
"Yes Ma'am," they answered in unison. Then started pulling out nighties.
I picked up the room phone and dialed for an outside line, then called
Momma Gina.
"Momma, We're all fine. I wanted to tell you we're a bit ahead of
schedule. And I need to get my Kittens in to see Judge Ferris as soon as
we get home."
"Now I know everything isn't ok if you're worried about getting in to
see the Judge. When will you be home? And what's the problem? Did
someone try to take Samantha away from you?"
"No Momma, it isn't Samantha I'm worried about, it's Colene." I didn't
get a chance to finish.
"Colene? I thought her name was Hope? Is her Mother giving you a hard
time now that she's had time to think about it?"
"No Momma, Samantha and Hope are both fine. It's Colene I'm worried
about. Her mother was a Stable Kitten of Crystal's. and I want her
protected legally as soon as possible."
"Erika Louise Tyler, are you telling me you've picked up another
Kitten?" Momma was flustered. She only used the middle name she'd given
me, when she was flustered or upset.
Sydney was giggling in the background now. "Who's that with you? Is that
Sydney? Are you in St Louis?" she was clearly puzzled now.
"Yes Momma, it's Aunt Sydney, and yes we're actually in Wentzville." I
answered.
"Honey, why didn't you drive the rest of the way home if you're already
in Wentzville?"
"Because you told me to be careful, and I've been driving all day." I
answered again. "Momma, Colene said her Mother was selling her to the
academy. Well actually she talks in her sleep."
"Erika, Kitten, the Academy doesn't buy Kittens, ever. Are you sure
that's what she said?"
"Colene, Kitten come here a minute please," when she bounced over in
front of me I asked, "Who was your Mother going to sell you to?"
"She called it the Kitten Academy," she was looking frightened now. "Are
you going to sell me now that we're in St Louis?"
"Heaven's No Kitten, I would never sell you. But the academy is in St
Joe, not here." I tried to correct her gently. "It's ok sweetheart, you
go and have Samantha and Hope show you the evening exercises."
"I'd heard that Crystal had bought one of the old prison's in that area.
And she was trying to set up a school themed Brothel." Momma Gina said.
"You tell Aunt Sydney to call me as soon as she gets home tonight. And
you call as soon as you know when you're leaving in the morning."
"I will Momma," then we hung up and after a bit we said goodnight to
Sydney.
"Colene, I see the worry in your eyes. Come here Kitten." She crossed to
stand in front of me, and I pulled her into my lap. "If you're mother
was going to sell you to Crystal, this is probably where she was headed.
But I want you to know that is not the academy, no matter how badly she
might wish it to be so."
"Samantha said you were telling them about the Academy," she still
looked frightened, but less so.
I stood up and lead her to the bed, then scooted to the center near the
top propping back against the headboards. I patted the bed in front of
me, "Come here Kitten's."
Dutifully they obeyed by rushing over to sit around me, Colene in the
middle. They had their legs curled up under them comfortably and I
smiled seeing that Samantha was picking up so much from Hope already.
"Kittens, you will hear a lot about different places called Academies.
Many will claim to be for Kitten training, but the majority will simply
be Girls boarding schools for rich parents who don't want to take the
time to deal with their own children." I explained.
"In reality there are actually Four established schools for Kittens. The
other three are much older and well established. One is in Moscow,
another in Taiwan, and one in Switzerland. But the best and newest is
Gwendolyn's Academy for Girls, where you will be going for your
education."
"The other three, do occasionally buy young girls to train as Kittens,
But not Gwendolyn's. Becoming a Kitten is not a simple thing, you have
to want to be a Kitten to truly become a happy skilled One."
"I know I told you that Gwendolyn's has House Kittens. That is true,
they are for the most part, runaway girls who present themselves to the
school seeking shelter, and a better life than the one they ran away
from. Others are Kittens who've lost a sponsor for some tragic reason."
"And yes they are for sale to the highest bidder, but those bidder's
must pass through the schools extensive screening to be sure they are
'Worthy' of a Kitten." I let that sink in. "There are as in any group,
Bad eggs. Crystal is one of them. She was taken in very young, raised
and cared for until she reached the minimum age for enrollment, and
given the best of everything the Academy had to offer."
"But after graduation, when she started college she began to collect
Kittens of her own, turning them into prostitutes. When her owner found
out, Crystal just laughed in her face saying she didn't care. There was
money in providing kittens temporarily to people who couldn't afford
them on a full time basis."
"Your Great Grandma Marshall stripped her of her collar, and disowned
her. She became an outcast, and other Cougars who lived near the school
eventually forced her to move away. The school protects its own as well
as those who are under its care. And so do those outside its walls, who
live in the area."
I took a deep breath, "Tomorrow when we get to town, we're going to stop
first at Tiffany and Caroline's. While you are all busy getting your
hair and Nails done, I'll be across the sidewalk getting you each
something special."
"But, we'll be alone there. What if someone tries to claim us?"
Smiling I said, "Then Kittens, they will find out just how much your
family will do to protect you. But no one would dare try to poach a
Kitten from Tiffany or Caroline's, it is considered as sacred as the
school grounds."
"Miss Erika, will you tell us more about when you went to school?" Hope
wanted to hear more.
"Well let's see," I teased. "where did I leave off at?" I pretended to
be thinking.
"Self-Awareness class," said Hope with a blush to her cheeks.
"Yes Miss Erika, you were going to tell us about the demonstration you
had to perform," added Samantha hopefully.
"Don't you think I should begin at the beginning for Colene?"
"Please Ma'am, Samantha sorta filled me in while you were in the shower
with Hope."
"Very well then," I patted the bed. "Lay down here like good Kittens and
I'll tell you how it went."
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Wednesday morning arrived all too soon, and I was nervous. I was going
to have to perform in front of the entire class, and probably the
faculty that was free to attend as well.
Marissa was nervous too, we had a Math test just before lunch and I had
been tutoring her each night. I knew she was actually smarter than she
believed herself to be. Was I nervous about the Math test? Yes, but it
was nothing compared to a live performance, which was scheduled for
right after lunch. Nika and Anya were up and had themselves ready. Anya
was beginning to come out of her shell more and didn't get as frightened
when Nika left to join her own class.
In English Literature we were assigned a book titled Little Flower's by
Anais Nin to read and write a report on.
We finally made it all the way to Math class and started the test. When
it was over we sat in silence waiting for the grades. Miss Cora returned
our papers to us after recording our grades in her notebook.
"How did you do?" I asked Marissa. I was looking at my B-plus.
"A minus," she frowned, and I looked at her paper. The only red mark on
it was a tiny circle above her name at the top of the page. The circle
was over the I in Kitten, where the dot should have been. All or
homework and tests had to have our names in the top right corner. Mine
was identified by Kitten Erika Tyler.
"It's not fair," she whispered to me. "That's a spelling mistake. This
is Math class."
"Kitten Marissa," interrupted Miss Cora.
"Yes Ma'am."
"Come up here please," the bell rang. "Class dismissed."
"Marissa, the reason for the Minus is because you obviously left off
part of your name. you will write it correctly on the black board twenty
five times before you go to lunch." She looked at me, "Kitten, don't you
have something you need to get ready for?"
"Yes Ma'am," I hurried from the room.
Ten minutes into lunch Marissa hurried in to sit at the table and start
eating.
Five minutes later Fiona stopped at our table, "Mistress Bianca wants
you to report to class early. She'll be waiting on the stage for you in
ten minutes."
"Thank you Fiona," I looked at my half-finished lunch and decided I as
nervous as I was if I finished it I was liable to be sick. "Marissa,
Anya, I have to go to class early." I got up and carried my tray to the
return station. Then hurried to the classroom.
"Are you ready Kitten?" asked Mistress Bianca as she entered behind me.
Ushering me quickly behind the curtained stage.
I'd noticed something different in the classroom, but hadn't had a
chance to realize what it was. Well maybe the curtain was what I'd
noticed I thought. On the stage was a chair, a student desk, and a
modified Student bed. The head of the bed was raised up about two feet.
and I realized the stage was set up just like a student room.
"Is the setting comfortable for the demonstration?" she asked.
"Yes Mistress, it's just like my room." laying on the desk was the
original copy of my report. Along with two unsharpened number two
pencils.
"Mistress, I think I should go to my room and get my teaching aids. Or
at least the one I used for my research."
She caressed my cheek, "I had Fiona fetch it for you. It's in the bottom
drawer where you keep them all lined up ready for use."
I opened the drawer, and there lined up were my toys. Laying on a clean
towel covered with a single layer of cellophane wrap to keep them from
getting dusty. All that was missing was the tube of KY Jelly.
"You won't be needing that today," said Mistress Bianca reading my
thoughts the instant I touched the empty space. She saw the relief on my
face. I wasn't sure I could handle anything like that in a public
display.
I could hear the rest of the class filing in taking their seats
giggling. Then I heard other voices, thinking that it was the rest of
the faculty that wasn't busy with other classes.
"Take a seat kitten," she directed. Pulling out the chair to face the
audience. "I'm just going to introduce you to those who don't know you."
And she slipped through an unseen part in the curtains.
The room fell silent, "Class, Distinguished visitors. Today we have a
demonstration of self-awareness that was so thoroughly researched I felt
you all should witness the kittens dedication to her learning. You all
have copies of the research. So please keep in mind our Kitten today is
Transgendered. She belongs to Miss Gina Tyler. And now I present, Kitten
Erika." The curtains flew back exposing me to the audience.
Not only were the rest of my class and faculty there, but there were a
good number of kitten sponsors and owners, I started to feel frightened.
But then my eyes met the very proud smiling face of Miss Gina, whom I
would do anything in the world for.
"I Love You Kitten," she mouthed to me over the sudden Din of applause.
I focused on her and Marissa sitting next to her. The rest blanked out
until Mistress Bianca stepped to my side.
To allow her to demonstrate herself would not show the full range of the
research," she announced. Then whispered into my ear, "Keep focusing on
Gina, and blink when you are ready."
I smiled and blinked, only to have a soft wide blindfold placed over my
eyes. "I understand that this research was done in the darkness of the
Kitten dorms after lights out. And now we will begin in earnest."
I felt something small caressing the edge of my right ear, so light and
delicate was the tender touch, as it traced the outer edge down under my
ear lobe. Then around into the hollow between my jaw and ear. Teasing up
along the fold between my ear and the side of my head. I felt the goose
flesh rising as shivers ran through me.
"Excellent, see how she knows her own body." The small round object
traced my jaw line then at my chin it skipped up to trace my slightly
parted lips.
Could it be she knew I'd used a pencil on my first test? My tongue
licked out to taste it as it tickled my lips. She paused to let my
tongue curl around it, yes it was the eraser. I could taste the rubber
and the metal band that secured it to the wooden shaft.
A shudder washed over me, my nipples going full erect standing out in my
thin lace bra poking like hard diamonds through my thin blouse. I heard
moans and sighs of approval from the audience, only to find that that
too was just as erotic. Knowing others were watching. I reached one hand
up as I had done in my research slowly from the top I released one
button at a time letting my heaving young breasts come fully into view.
There was a loud gasp of approval as the fourth button, right between my
mounds popped free, flying out across the stage into the audience. My
bra felt like a constricting vise around swollen breasts as the eraser
traced it way down between them then along the lacey cups. It circled
the hardened nipples and I moaned aloud. Squeezing my thighs tightly
together, trying to hold off the excitement. I squirmed on the chair
only to be lifted to my feet.
"You see how thorough was our Kitten in her research." With a moan I
grasped my blouse with both hands pulling popping the rest of the
buttons free. Giggling like a delighted school girl she said, "You see
how much the Kitten wants more. I think she failed to anticipate the
added excitement of having an audience. But no fear, you still get an A
Plus my Dear." Her fingers and thumb gripped the hooks at the back of my
bra, and with a practiced pinching motion it was released. My sigh and
moan of relief rang out across the auditorium as I let it fall from body
to the stage. The pencil was placed in my hand.
"Go ahead Kitten, show us how erotic a simple pencil can be," I was
encouraged.
As I rolled it around my nipple I reached blindly to the desk for the
other one I knew was there. When I found it I held them in one hand like
chopsticks, the audience was now panting excitedly with me. While I
pinched and tugged at my nipples my free hand tugged down the side
zipper of my skirt.
I was totally lost in my own little world now, I forgot the rest around
me, as I pictured Miss Gina's smiling face before me watching me perform
for her alone.
I became lost in my own sensations falling to my knees, my long fingers
stretching out spreading wide as I pushed my hand down over the front of
my panties, a pleading moan escaping my lips as I curled my fingers,
raking my long pretty nails lightly over the stiffening girl cock tucked
back between my thighs. I dropped a pencil and quickly decided not to
try and find it again. I let go of the other one. My body jerking of its
own. Little electric quivers shooting through me, I wanted to cum. But
it wasn't time yet. My other hand shot up to twist in my hair as I
gasped hoarsely. Teasing myself mercilessly, my fully erect girly cock
now springing free of my panties. I heard everyone gasp in surprise. My
whole body ached begging for release, they could see it too. they knew
my hand twisted pulling my own hair was the only thing stopping me, as
yet I still continued to tease and excite myself. Not letting it lapse.
It was becoming painful, but just as quickly I felt the pain turn to a
delicious range of sensations. My long finger nails teased and caressed
my entire body, leaving tiny light scratches behind.
"Let it go, Kitten." Mistress Bianca whispered into my ear.
I groaned in self-torment and pleasure, moans escaping me as I pleaded
for release.
"Let it go Kitten, you've done well. Let it go now." I heard a pop of a
riding crop on leather. And the tears began to flow from under the
blindfold.
"Please, Please Miss Gina," I begged still forcing myself to endure even
more.
"Bianca! Kitten, release it let it go now!" Miss Gina ordered as she
jumped to the stage.
With a squeal of pure joyful rapture I began to cum my whole body
jerking as if in an Epileptic fit. The audience was in shock, as Miss
Gina held me in her arms. I found something jammed between my teeth. I
felt her stroking my hair, her hot tears dripping onto my face.
"Gina, I'm sorry I didn't plan this. I tried to tell her let herself
cum." Bianca began.
"Bianca! This is inexcusable," started Miss Gwendolyn
"P, please, it, it wasn't her." I managed to gasp. I realized the
audience was still there full of concern. They'd never seen a kitten
have an erotic seizure before.
It's ok, Kitten I was told. She won't put anyone else through that."
"Nooooooo," I cried. "It's not her fault. It's mine."
"Of course it's her fault, she is a teacher." Miss Gwendolyn said.
"I, I told myself I would only cum for Miss Gina," I cried, my tears
flowing hotly down my cheeks. "I focused listening for her approval. I
heard Mistress Bianca, but I wanted My Owners permission not hers.
Please don't make her go away."
"Kitten that was dangerous, you could have died from the erotic
overload. If that seizure had been any more intense....." Miss Gwendolyn
began. "Gina, Bianca, this Kitten is not to be included in the S&M
classes until she's given a full release from the doctors."
"Excuse us but what just happened?" people were concerned wanting an
explanation.
"The Kitten is ok, she suffered a seizure due to erotic overload. She
had been instructed several times to let herself reach orgasm, but she
wanted her owner's permission." Explained the school nurse. "It is rare,
most people have a built in mental safety that will override such
occurrences. But this Kitten's loyalty to her Mistress is beyond
reproach. She will not be reprimanded for disobeying Mistress Bianca,
This time."
People were starting to leave, "But I didn't get to finish."
"what was that kitten?" asked Gina.
"My performance, I didn't get to finish it."
"Kitten, I won't take a chance on that happening again," Miss Gina
explained.
"But, if, if it was you up here with me. I would be ok. Please I want to
perform for you." I was crying real tears. Tiffany, Aunt Sydney, even
Grandma Marshall were there. "Please," I begged, my grip on her arm
causing Miss Gwendolyn to wince in pain. I didn't realize it until she
gently pried my nails from her flesh.
Kneeling in the floor she lifted my chin, "Only if Miss Gina agrees. But
if I think you are even close to another seizure that's it. understand
me Kitten?"
I took a deep breath and smiled, "Yes Ma'am, I won't do it again. I'm
smarter now I know what to be careful of."
Miss Gwendolyn cleared her throat, "Attention everyone, The Kitten
wishes to continue with her Owner completing the demonstration. I have
agreed since refusing might have another adverse effect on her mental
wellbeing.
So with Miss Gina directing the Demonstration, after giving me a direct
order not to try to prolong the buildup to orgasm I continued.
Afterward, Miss Gina ushered me out to her car, "Marissa, explain to
Nika and Anya what happened. I'm taking Erika for a Checkup and will
bring her back as soon as it's done."
Dr. Grisk seemed to have heard what had happened, and he wasn't alone.
Dr. Angela Nolan sat and asked me tons of questions about my past, as
well as how I'd felt since Gina took me in.
"It's a form of addiction, resulting from Traumatic stress," explained
the Psychiatrist. "She was so horribly abused, with no one to care for
her until you came along and literally saved her. You gave her the love
and affection she was craving for the last fifteen years. And the
acceptance to encourage her to be herself. When the demonstration
started she focused on you. All that mattered was your approval. And
then when she was blindfolded she couldn't see you so her mined listened
for your voice telling her it was ok."
"What can I do? How can I help her?" Gina wanted to know.
"Don't let her be blindfolded again unless you are right there with her.
Don't let her perform in any of the classes unless you are there to give
her the permission and approval she seeks." She fished something out of
her desk drawer and quickly fastened it to my collar. "That is a medical
alert tag," she explained. "It tells everyone that you suffer from
Sensory Overload Syndrome."
"Are they going to kick me out of school now?" I was worried near to
tears. I didn't want to get kicked out of school. I wanted to make Miss
Gina proud of me.
"No kitten, they won't kick you out of school. It just means they will
be extra considerate of your feelings." She looked at me closely, "You
recognize the feelings that happened just before your seizure, right?"
"Yes"
She handed something to Miss Gina. Then handed me one as well.
"That is Tranquilizer, it's very strong and fast acting. If you feel
that happening again and can't stop, I want you to jab the red end
against your thigh. I will be along tomorrow to explain to the faculty
and the rest of your class how it works, you probably won't be in any
condition to do it yourself. None the less you carry that in your purse
at all times, understand young Lady?"
"Yes Ma'am," I answered.
"Good, now go and see if my secretary has any appointments open for next
week please. Gina, a moment please."
"You're Erika? Damn I can see why Grandma is jealous of Aunt Gina. You
really are amazing." Her secretary said as I gave her my name for the
appointment book.
"Aunt Gina?" I asked.
Smiling she said, "I'm Rosalind, Miss Sydney's first kitten."
"Really? Wow, And you work here for Dr. Nolan now?"
"Yes I graduated College two years ago, had my operation. And now I'm
working here while I study for my Doctorate in Psychology"
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Looking at my Kittens laying there around me I smiled, "I was sure the
three of you would be fast asleep by now."
"And miss a single word of your story?" Samantha asked. Then giggled as
all three suddenly announced a need to go potty struggling to be the
first to get to the bathroom.
Stepping into the room with them I found Hope sitting on the toilet,
Samantha sitting, her bottom over the edge of the tub. While Colene
stood hopping from foot to foot.
I reached forward up under her short nightie and pulled her panties down
to her knees, then lifted her up to sit over the sink. I kissed her
softly in the lips.
"It's ok sweetie. Your sisters can clean it when they get through for
not making room for you too. Kittens have to help each other, you're
sisters now so remember that." I snagged the toilet paper first and
handed it to Colene. "You little one get the middle of the bed tonight."
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