Runaway
- 2 years ago
- 26
- 0
Runaway, 2 free porn video
Runaways, 2
By: Malissa Madison
All the way to the diner people kept introducing themselves to us. One
young girl named Ginny asked if I was going to Miss Dotty's this year.
"I don't know, is that a girls only school?" I asked.
"Only the best on this planet," she said.
"I beg to differ with you there, if her names Kitten she'll want to go
to Miss Gina's Kitten Academy," said a girl named Rhoda.
"Kitten Rhoda, is that any way to behave?" said a woman next to her. The
look was stern, and unwavering.
"Sorry Ma'am," Rhoda looked down at her feet. "I can't help it I love
the Academy. It's teaching me to be a proper kitten for you."
"Julia, please don't be too hard on her," Momma Mona said. "The girls
are just so proud of their schools is all."
"Is that all it is? School pride?" she lifted the Kittens eyes to meet
her own.
"Yes Ma'am."
Turning her attention to Momma now the woman Julia asked, "Mona I never
thought to see you take in a kitten. And here you have two." Her eyes
sparkled as she looked between myself and Lana.
"Julia, they are still undecided," Momma said. "Lana is leaning toward
becoming a Kitten, and Kitten has no idea what she wishes to become
yet."
"Well you should make the decision for them both. In my day we weren't
given a choice. At least not until after the first year at the Academy."
I looked shocked.
"Rhoda wasn't given a choice after she pledged herself to my Care and
Keeping. And look how she's turning out," said Julia with a measure of
pride.
We found a table and ordered, then as we were waiting we heard another
woman.
"What were you doing!?"
"Nothing Miss Holly, I swear," said a Kitten.
"Then I suppose that is Mayonnaise in your hair?" the kitten looked
frightened as the woman pushed her chair back right there at the table.
Then the kitten was pulled quickly across her lap, her hands held
tightly in the middle of her back as her skirt was pulled up, then her
pantys lowered.
The first smack was followed by a stifled cry, then another and another
until the Kitten had received ten, and was crying openly. When she was
released she stood up, a look of pure adoration on her tear streaked
face.
"Misty, this is the second time this week I have had to spank you,"
began the woman Holly. "Therefore I once again give you the choice," she
held out her open hand. A little silver key rested in the middle.
Dropping to her knees the girl Misty began sobbing, "No please Miss
Holly, please don't turn me out." Her hands were closing the woman's
fingers tightly around the key.
"Then remember to ask first if you want some cream. Now take your seat,
they are ready for our order."
"Momma, what was that all about?" asked Lana calling her Momma for the
first time.
"You said you wanted to become a Kitten, can you see yourself living
that sort of life? Accepting that type of discipline?" Momma asked her.
"I, I meant the bit with the key," she said.
Suddenly someone was kneeling in front of us. "Kitten hopeful that was
the key that unlocks the collar. The only thing that separates her from
being a normal girl. After each discipline, Kittens are offered their
freedom if the Cougar feels they are not acting as a Kitten should."
It was then that I noticed the steel rods that were laced up each side
in the back of the older woman's corset. A younger woman helped her back
to her feet.
"Momma please, you know you are not supposed to kneel before Kitten
hopefuls."
"Fiona please. I know you are going to teach this year. But you haven't
begun yet," said the older woman.
I heard many mumbled voices. "It's Mistress Bianca." "Mistress Bianca is
back."
The fact that she carried a long leather wrapped riding crop like Miss
Terri, the Head Matron at the Orphanage told me she was a very strict
task mistress.
She saw us both eyeing the crop with fear. "This is nothing to fear
little ones. Not if you have been as good as you can be," she said.
Fiona had helped her to her feet and then she used the flat doubled
leather at the end to trace along Fiona's outer thigh. The woman
shivered as if very excited.
"Discipline and bondage are lessons that all kittens must learn," she
said as she continued to look deep into Fiona's eyes. The spat slid
across her knee to trace a slow line up the inside of her thigh to the
hem of her very short plaid skirt. "Do you know Kittens, what happens to
little kittens who presume to tell their Momma's what to do?"
"M, Momma," began Fiona her thighs parting open.
"You might be a Cougar now Fiona. But you are first and always Momma's
Kitten," the spat made a soft double popping sound and Fiona bit her
lip. "Think of the example you are setting for the young Kittens around
you, who will begin learning from you this time next week. Are you truly
ready to become the schools S&M Mistress? You must be the image of
complete discipline yourself."
"Yes Mistress Bianca, I'm sorry Ma'am."
Turning away from Fiona she said, "You see, even grown Kittens remember
their place."
"Aunt Bianca, it's good to see you again," Momma said. "Have you seen my
Momma lately?"
"Mona, still as beautiful as ever. Yes, she's actually heading this way,
but she's bringing your nieces to start school." She looked over her
shoulder at Fiona, "Go ahead and find the new kittens. And mind you
don't frighten them too much." Then she sat down.
"So, you wish to become a Kitten?" she asked Lana. "And take care of
your Cougar Mother?"
"Y, yes Ma'am," answered Lana.
"And you are named Kitten?" she asked Me.
"Yes Ma'am, but I'm not sure about becoming one." I answered her.
She gently caressed my cheek, "Not everyone is cut out to become a
Kitten, Kitten. But not all Kittens attend the Kitten Academy, do they
Mona?"
"No Ma'am," answered Momma.
We were interrupted as a young Tiger girl entered. The long hair on her
head was tied back in a ponytail with a large Lavender bow, the tip of
her tail sported a matching bow tied near the end.
"Lavender, where is your Kitten Collar?" asked someone in shock.
"I'm not going to the Kitten academy this year," she purred. "I'm going
to Miss Dotty's now that they are accepting non-traditional species."
She still wore a lavender and lace choker with a heart shaped locket
though. "Daisy is still going though."
As she said it a slightly older version of herself was led into the
diner by her cougar.
We spent a lot of time after eating visiting and meeting other people
from different Races and places. And I learned about Terrellians, Lycans
and Draconians, and so many more I'd only dreamed of as fantasy and
fiction.
Momma decided to get a room at the motel instead of sleeping in the
truck. She'd left Lana and I alone in the room to shower while she went
to find something special she said.
I was in the shower soaping up when Lana just jumped in with me,
pressing me against the wall. "You're really pretty when you turn red
faced like that."
I was embarrassed being fully naked in front of her, and seeing her
fully naked as well. I felt intimidated by her, she was a real girl with
real breasts and a, a, a, 'Ho-ho'. I tried to turn away but she wouldn't
let me.
"No wonder you want to be a girl," she giggled. "It's barely as big as a
Twinkie."
I started to cry and suddenly she was holding me. "Kitten I'm sorry, I
didn't mean to make you cry. Please, I really am sorry."
"Is, is it really that little?" I was still crying.
"The smaller ones have the sweetest cream filling," she was rubbing
herself all over me and my little cock began to stir. "Haven't you ever
had sex before?"
"N, no. have you?" I asked.
"Lots of times, it gets easier the more you do it."
"You mean with guys, I've never even kissed a girl before," I finally
admitted.
"Oh my god you really are a virgin. Look it's easy, I watched guys do it
to each other at my last place. We just need to soap you up back there,
you'll like it."
"I, I don't know Lana," I was a little afraid.
"Look I've got a candle in my backpack that I use. It'll fit right in
there," she tried to convince me. "Then you can be a real Kitten."
The door opened wide. "Girls, what's going on?" Momma Mona asked.
"I was just trying to teach Kitten how to be a real kitten," Lana
sputtered.
"What if Kitten doesn't want to be that kind of Kitten? And how is it
that you feel so confident in teaching her?"
"I've fucked before," Lana said with pride as if it was nothing.
"Really? Then you know the best ways to give your partner an orgasm
while achieving the same for yourself?" at Lana's blank look Momma
asked, "Tell me Kitten Lana, how many orgasms have you had in your
life?"
"Lots," she tried to defend herself.
"From someone else's stimulation or your own?" Momma asked.
I could tell by her silence that it must be the latter. Then Momma
looked at me, "What about you Kitten, have you ever had an orgasm?"
I blushed deep red. "I, I used my hand," I admitted.
"Then I guess it's time to start teaching you both how to really enjoy
things. And Lana, you won't need your candle," Momma said as she peeled
out of her clothes to join us in the shower. She wasn't the least bit
shy and I felt safe and confident with her there.
We spent more time washing each other, and I saw that Momma had shaved
down there. Lana hadn't but still her little hairs were sparse in
comparison to others I'd seen.
"Now first we need to get rid of all this hair that's in the way," said
Momma as she sat Lana on the edge of the tub. She had a package of
disposable razors and a can of shave cream. "Come here Kitten and watch
closely. You'll want to know how to do this too."
She had Lana lean back, opening her legs. Then she squirted some shave
cream in my hand and told me to lather her up. I grew so hard, actually
feeling Lana's Ho-ho with my hand for the first time as I covered all
the pubic hair with shaving cream. By the time I was done I could see
little glistening beads of moisture between the folds which Momma called
Labia.
Lana's eyes were almost closed and she was moaning so softly, it almost
sounded like a purr. Momma was quick as she used the razor with
practiced ease to remove all of the light peach fuzzy hairs. Then she
used a washcloth to clean away the shave cream residue. Leaning forward
she planted a little kiss at the top of Lana's puffed up folds. Gently
she licked up some of the dampness drooling out, her tongue barely
parting those lips.
"Kitten, come kiss your sister."
I blushed and bent forward kissing her quickly the way Momma had. "See
that wasn't as bad as you thought now was it?"
"No Momma," I admitted then licked my lips, really tasting her for the
first time.
"Tonight we are only going to kiss. When I'm sure that you've both
learned to truly enjoy that we'll move on to the next lesson."
We woke early before it was even light outside to the light knocking on
the door.
"Mona, Kitten are you awake?"
"Momma!" she was up and across the room in a second.
Mistress Cherie stepped inside hugging her tightly. Two young girls
followed her.
"Aunt Mona," they all hugged then the two girls were on the bed hugging
me and Lana.
"Tiffy, Taffy, this is Lana and Kitten," Momma introduced us.
"Mona, you finally decided to get yourself a pair of kittens?" asked
Mistress Cherie. I could tell she was a Mistress by the black leather
Corset she wore.
"Daughter Kittens, Momma. But Kitten is unsure where she wishes to go to
school," Momma said.
"Oh, your name is Kitten and you aren't sure about going to the Kitten
Academy?"
"Momma this is the young girl, that Callie contacted me about. Callie
started calling her Kitten and she likes it better than Daryl."
"I can see why your sister was so anxious to get her to this side of the
border. But I do wish she would stop going out into those situations,
she was almost killed this time, and if I hadn't already been on my way
here she wouldn't be able to get her girls to Aunt Clara's former
Academy."
"Momma she's going to be fine. I'll talk to her about it." Momma told
her.
There was a soft tap on the door.
"Oh, Aunt Bianca. Come in please." Momma said.
"Have you asked her yet?" she said to Cherie. "The Reaper is getting
ready to leave, and it would be nice if we didn't have to stop at Miss
Dotty's"
"I'd be happy to take them with me," Momma said.
"Gramma, you go ahead we'll get there ok." The two girls said.
"Momma, where are you going?"
"She's one of my Prison Mistress' at the Cougar Town House of
Corrections," answered Aunt Bianca.
The five of us crowded into the truck together after breakfast my new
cousins Tiffy and Taffy whom Momma was taking to the Girls Academy for
her own Cougar Momma, and I guess that made Mistress Cherie my Gramma.
We sat talking while Momma drove, and I didn't notice until momma was
turning into a gate. As I looked at the tall fence, the heavy steel gate
and the guard shack with the little cottage beside it back under the
trees I thought, 'This place looks more like a prison than a girls
school'. But there were young girls of all ages milling about once we
got to the main part with all the buildings.
There were young women who seemed to be gathering the girls together in
groups. Parents, mostly mothers helping to carry suitcases and trunks on
wheels. And all the girls were dressed alike, pleated short pink plaid
miniskirts, white button down blouses, their hair in pigtails, and
wearing regular type shoes. The teen girls in heels that were between
two and three inches on average, the younger ones wearing May Jane's.
Momma pulled into the bigger lot next to a truck that I now recognized
as a Lyconian Star Freighter. As she shut down a young woman stepped up
with a clipboard and we began climbing out.
Wide eyed I was looking around at everything and the young woman asked.
"Are you registered here?"
"Kitten come here," began Momma.
"Oh I'm sorry this is Miss Dotty's the Kitten Academy is in Cougar
Town," said the woman.
"I know where it is," answered Momma. "Kitten here is unsure where she
wishes to go to school. I thought maybe a tour might help her decide."
"Oh, sorry Miss?"
"Mona, Mona Heart," answered Momma.
"Are you related to Joe Heart by chance?"
"No my Momma was married to Clara Heart's Son. Mistress Gwendolyn Heart
is also one of my sister inlaws," suddenly it seemed like all the noise
just stopped and I thought it was in response to Momma's answer then I
heard it. The sound of another truck as it geared down to turn into the
main gate.
"Go ahead and look around Ma'am, if you have any questions just ask.
Otherwise admissions is in the main building." "Jennifer, the Prowl is
here," she called to another young woman.
"Momma's on her way. Let's get them over to the Admin and notify the
Dorm Mothers."
"Excuse me could you tell me what all the excitement is about?" Momma
asked a passing parent.
"The Prowl is the off world detention transport. They've been picking up
girls from the other Academies who've earned a chance to attend school
here," answered the woman. "They're Alien Exchange Students." "Mindy,
hurry the Exchange bus is here."
The truck was nearly half again wider than Momma's and looked really
different. "That's a Terrellian Mark Three," Momma said in my ear.
A beautiful Cheetah woman stepped off and did something behind the
sleeper, and a set of stairs extended down to the ground just before all
manner of young girls began filing off. Some looked human but others I
knew were of the Furry races.
The girl Mindy stood nervously waiting as other girls and mothers began
gathering around.
"Ladies," a Middle aged woman started getting everyone's attention. "My
name is Dotty Vandine. Welcome to my Academy for Exceptional Girls. If
you will follow my Sister wife Mai Ling to the Dining Hall we will begin
getting everyone sorted out with your Sponsor Mothers."
"Sponsor Mothers, Ma'am?" asked a young Terrellian girl.
"Yes, this is not a detention facility. You are each here on a special
Probation. In two weeks, if you have earned the privilege you will be
allowed to go home on weekends with your Sponsors. One of the things we
are going to cover in the orientation meeting is how everything works.
Then we'll get you your School IDs, Dorm room assignments, and your
school uniforms.
"Momma would they really let me go to school here? I mean as a girl?" I
asked.
"You would have to live in the dorm during the week, but you could go
home on weekends," said another very young looking woman carrying a
clipboard. "Oh, sorry I'm Jennifer, Jennifer Vandine," she introduced
herself as she began consulting her clipboard.
"Oh Kitten isn't on there, yet. She's still trying to decide if she
wants to go here or to the Kitten Academy," Momma said.
"I'm definitely going to the Kitten Academy," piped in Lana.
"Lana, forgive me but you definitely need the Kitten Academy. It isn't
polite to interrupt your Cougar when she is talking with someone,"
pointed out Taffy.
"She's right Lana. At the Academy you would be over a knee with your
pantys around your ankles for doing what you just did," added Tiffy.
"Thank you Kittens, your Momma would be proud of you," Momma told them.
"We have a few former Kitten Academy students here if you'd like to
visit with them," she was leading us toward a dorm building. "Sorry it's
so hectic here, but a lot of students and parents are trying to make
sure they have dorm rooms following the Exodus."
"Exodus?" I asked unsure what it meant.
"Yes when all the trucks and everyone left last year."
We toured the dorms, and visited with a lot of people. And then Momma
asked me, "Is this where you want to go to school?"
"Yes Momma," both Lana and I answered at the same time.
Caressing Lana's cheek Momma said, "Oh no Kitten Lana, you are going to
the Kitten Academy. I think you need the structured discipline they
offer there. Kitten will be going here."
I asked Momma why she'd decided without my seeing the Kitten Academy.
"You are sixteen Sweetie. At the Academy you would be placed in the
second year classes. And there you would be required to take tenth grade
classes and excel. Here you can be just a normal girl and start out in
ninth grade, and have help catching up to where you should be in
school."
"Does that mean I can't be your Kitten?" I felt tears beginning to well
up.
"Oh Kitten, you can still be my Kitten, but you will have time here to
catch up and learn to be the pretty little Kitten that you are." she
caressed my cheek.
As we stepped into the Administration building we were met by a pretty
oriental woman named Mai Ling.
I found myself all signed in and fitted for uniforms.
"Now we'll just let her join the other girls in the Dining Hall for her
placement tests to determine which Grade she should start out in."
It was strange, sitting there with so many other girls taking a test,
teachers wandering between the tables actually helping us with the
answers.
A young teacher sat down next to me and began showing me a better way to
figure things out.
After the test we sat down in the Dining Hall and had dinner. I was
nervous and told Momma about the test. "Why did she help me?"
"Because Kitten, not everyone transferring in has been shown the proper
way to do things," offered the one who had helped me with the test. "Hi,
my name is Darla, and with the help of other students and the teaching
staff here we are confident that Kitten can begin tenth grade this
year," she squeezed my hand. "And it is perfectly alright if you wish to
wear a Kitten Collar here."
"Momma can I go to see Lana's school?" I asked. "I just want to know
where it is, just in case."
It wasn't really as far as it seemed. But of course following the
highways it took longer to get there, almost half a day.
Cougar Town was beautiful, and the Academy was like looking at a group
of ancient Southern Mansions. The buildings were covered in Ivy, and
looked almost old enough to have been pre-civil war. But inside there
were lots of modern things. Of course like the room I'd been shown at
Miss Dotty's, the rooms here seemed larger inside than the buildings
outside.
I was ready I thought for wearing the leash, as we were both led toward
the administration building. Lana and I both received stern looks from
Mistresses and cougars whenever the leash grew too tight or too slack.
Then in the outer office Momma said. "We still have a few days before
school starts Kitten Lana. But once you are here officially you will
need to learn to pay attention to the leash."
"Yes Ma'am," answered Lana.
Momma handed her the end of her leash. "Hold onto this," she handed me
the end of mine as well. "Wait her for me Kittens."
She crossed to a display holding several Collar and leash pairs.
"May I help you Mistress?" asked a young lady. I wasn't sure if she was
another Kitten, but she wore a collar as well as carried a crop.
"Yes Mistress Kitten," she hesitated as she read the name on the tag,
"Tilly. I'll take the pretty pink one here. And the purple one, please."
Momma handed over her Latinum Express Card. The tag for the Purple will
be for Kitten Lana. The pink for Daughter Kitten, 'Kitten'." She said.
"Right away Mistress Mona," she collected the collars and curtsied
before backing away into the little alcove. A few moments later she
returned with both sets, a pretty tag dangling from the loop on each
collar now.
Momma patted the little padded stools in front of the chairs and sudden
silence fell as we knelt on them before her.
"Kitten, Lana, do you freely give over your will and trust in me to care
for you, and to educate you through these times most troubling for
Kittens so young. To raise you as my own kitten daughters and to love
you always. To accept the discipline when needed that you might grow to
be perfect Kittens?"
"I do Momma, forever and always," I answered.
"Yes Mistress, always and forever," answered Lana.
Momma stepped around behind us and removed our old temporary collars
before fastening our new ones. I heard the lock click just before she
removed her fingers from inside where they made sure of the fit. Then
she hung a key on a delicate chain around our necks as she kissed the
tops of our heads.
"Aunt Mona," Mistress Gina rushed out to greet her.
"Gina, how wonderful to see you again. Kittens, come meet your Aunt
Gina," said Momma.
"Mistress," I Curtsied.
Lana stood there, eyes huge staring at her. "Kitten?" prompted Momma.
"S, sorry Mistress Gina," she dropped her eyes and Curtsied.
Momma reached out and clipped the new leashes to our collars. "Come
along Kittens, it is time for Lana's interview," said Momma.
At fifteen Lana already knew way more than I did about the world, but
listening to the interview I realized that she had a whole lot to learn
about being a Proper Kitten.
At one point Headmistress Gina asked, "What extracurricular activities
do you wish Lana to participate in? We have Volleyball, Tennis,
Cheerleading and Ballet."
"Sports?" gasped Lana out loud.
"Lana, that's five swats," Momma turned back to Mistress Gina. "I think
Ballet and Volleyball as long as the schedules do not conflict. If they
do I prefer Ballet."
"Ballet it is then," smiled Mistress Gina. She closed the folder on her
desk. "Are you going by to see Grandma?"
"Of course I am," answered Momma.
Gina picked up her phone. "Tiffany, Mona is in town and she needs
appointments for her Kittens before going to see Momma," she told
someone. "Mona you how she would react if you brought them there without
polished nails and looking like they just came from the salon."
Mila
- 05.05.2021
- 24
- 0
