1. Cordelia's Feet 8 - The Queen Bee's Pet


    Date: 11/8/2014, Categories: Fetish, Author: ChrissieLecker, Rating: 4, Source: LushStories

    “Wow! What a kinky slut!” Finally, when they were all glistening with my spittle and my tongue had roamed over every patch of skin in between, Natalie pulled back and ushered us inside. We entered the same ballroom we had been in before. A few people were already inside, standing in small groups, sipping champagne from elegant flutes and talking animatedly. But one after the other, they spotted me, and their conversations ceased while my cheeks started to burn badly. Yet I had no choice but to crawl after my beautiful student in my humiliating costume, pulled by the leash and mortified at the unconcealed stares. Cordelia picked up a flute from a table near the entrance and strolled across the room, waving at a woman I didn’t know. She joined the group there with short hugs, greeting them all by name, and they appeared delighted to meet her here. As always, here mere beautiful presence instantly caught all the people around her, men and women alike, and made her the center of attention. Or would have, I surmised, while I tried not tremble at the strangers’ inquisitive and, for the most part, lustful stares. “Who’s your friend?” A younger woman wanted to know, pointing at me. “My pet?” Cordelia answered with a coy grin. “She’s actually my teacher.” She waited for a moment until the gasps of excited outrage had faded. “Today, though, she’s just kitty girl.” “She’s a cute kitty,” that same woman stated, looking at me with calculating eyes. “Can I pet her?” Cordelia giggled. ...
    “What kitty doesn’t like to be pet? Of course you can, Andrea!” The young woman, Andrea, didn’t need to be prompted twice. She crouched down in front of me, and a second later, her fingernail were softly tickling me under the chin. At first, it felt embarrassing and strange to be touched like this. But when she kept up the caress, tilted her head and whispered softly, “Here, kitty, kitty,” something inside me gave way. Something primal, something inside me with no concept of morals or conduct, took over, and I let myself fall into my role, embrace it and become kitty-girl. My neck arched and my eyelids tried to flutter shut. A soft purr escaped my throat before any conscious thought could prompt it. The others had started to talk among themselves, but her eyes had never left my face, and she was instantly aware of what was happening with me. With a coy smile, she held her outstretched hand in front of my face, and I knew what she wanted. There were no second thoughts. My tongue sneaked out, and I eagerly licked the palm of this woman I had just met. I tasted sweet, flowery soap, hints of the sharper flavor of sweat, and the sweet, fruity aroma of champagne she must have spilled. I purred again, then licked across her palm in a different direction, and she giggled in delight. Andrea got more daring. She sat down with crossed legs, not paying any heed that she might be getting her expensive dress dirty on the floor, and while one hand resumed scratching my chin, her other hand ...
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