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Ginny and Katy Pt. 01

By: VirginiaMarieAndrews



Preface

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I like erotic stories a lot. I like them better than pictures or movies. But have been disappointed that, often, you know just barely enough about the characters for context. The sex, bondage, humiliation, whatever is cool and exciting, but the characters all blend together.

It's been suggested that to make characters live, they should be people you (for the protagonists) would like to get to know, or (for the bad guys) hope to never encounter. I'd like to meet these women.

So, fair warning. If you're looking for a continuous series of back-to-back sex scenes, or one where the characters are forced, tricked, blackmailed, or whatever, you likely will not be satisfied with this story.

The first sex act doesn't take place until the end of part one, the two lead characters don't get together until the end of part two. The main character doesn't appear as a puppy girl until until the end of part four. And finally, almost everything that occurs in the story is consensual. The progress of the story explains why they all, and especially the puppy girl, consent.

This story covers the period from May 14, 2011 to April 19, 2014 and is presented in a series of dated entries. You may be tempted to view these as diary entries. They are not. Rather, it's a method of organization and showing passage of time in a first person narrative.

The first entry is for April 19, 2014 and the next is May 14, 2011, so you could view the entire story as a nearly three year flashback. There are occasional references to the more distant past.

There are a few impossibilities. Perhaps the most notable have to do with temperature. First, these people live somewhere in the mid western United States where it's never too cold to go outdoors in the nude. Second, the temperature indoors is somehow comfortable for both nude and clothed people. Finally, there is a medical procedure discussed later in the story which sounds plausible enough for the plot but, to the best of my knowledge, is not actually possible. These are used to move the story along. Just suspend disbelief and enjoy the ride. It's fiction.

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Saturday, April 19, 2014, Katy's puppy

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I go by several names. Early on this sunny Saturday morning, I'm Ginny. I'm sitting with Katy while she eats breakfast. Not eating, just sitting. I've done this often over the last two years. Two years ago tomorrow, in fact.

She's wearing black sneakers and a white t-shirt tucked into her almost new blue hip hugger jeans. The outfit reveals visible bra and panty lines which, frankly, kind of turn me on.

I'm wearing an expensive dog collar around my neck, a dog tail plug in my ass, and a pair of cat-like ears poking up through my shag styled hair. The fur on the ears and tail exactly match my hair in both texture and color and the insides of the ears match my skin tone. The combs that anchor these ears, and my real ears, are completely concealed by my hair. I'm otherwise nude.

She's sitting in her usual chair on the right side of the kitchen table. I'm kneeling on floor to her left, sitting on my ankles. My arms are crossed on her left thigh with my head resting on them. I feel my dangling breasts wiggle whenever one of us move.

She pets me from time to time and, occasionally, feeds me bits of her breakfast with her fingers, sometimes having me sit up and beg. After each bite I lick her fingers clean then snuggle back down on her thigh.

Despite the the cat-like ears, I'm a puppy. A submissive puppy girl. And Katy is my owner.

I more or less volunteered for this. I have never been forced, blackmailed, threatened or anything of that nature. To paraphrase, "I was made an offer I couldn't refuse."

So, how does a thirty-three year woman old become a twenty-one year old girls puppy?

Well, we're going to go back almost three years and find out...

Saturday, May 14, 2011, The boarder

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My boarder, Katy, moved into my guest suite today. Several of her friends helped. They were quick, quiet, polite, and very efficient. Arrival to departure was less than an hour. One of them hooked up her computer and set up her laptop while the others moved her belongings in. After they were gone, she set about putting everything away and personalizing the room. That took her into the evening.

Since my biological parents died, except for the few years I was married to Brian, my older sister Nancy has been looking out for me. I've lived alone since I was widowed. I have a few outside activities, mostly those Brian had gotten me into, but they've been going away as time passes. Nancy has pushed or pulled me into a few others. Never the less, I'm becoming reclusive, or so Nancy says. I guess she's right. She decided it was time I had someone living with me.

So, I needed a live in companion. I didn't want romantic entanglements. Really, I didn't even want anyone in my house. But Nancy can be persuasive, and has an annoying habit of being right. I agreed and we advertised for a boarder. I was embarrassed by the idea of looking for a companion. It felt like looking for a baby sitter. So that wasn't specified in the ad. I was supposed to bring it up during the interviews, but I didn't do too good a job of it.

After a dozen woman came to talk to me, Katy interviewed. I couldn't say why, but I felt that Katy would be the right person. It felt like there was something in her that I needed. And maybe something in me that she needed too. It would be most of a year before we discovered that I was so right.

Some of this description I learned later, of course. Katherine Marie Berkshire is 18 years old, 5' 10" tall, 145 pounds, measures 34B-25-35, has long straight brunette hair, parted in the middle, and chocolate brown eyes. She exercises regularly and plays sports, mostly soccer and tennis, fairly often. She is in better physical condition than I am, taller and stronger. As I was to learn later, she could pick me up without any trouble.

She can be accurately described as pretty and cute. On some occasions I think she's beautiful, but I have to admit that could be me seeing her through how I feel about her.

I suppose I should describe myself too. My full name is Virginia Marie (Sanders) Andrews. Most people call me Virginia. Some close friends, of which there are very few, call me V. My older sister often calls me Gin. Even though Ginny is a common nick name for Virginia, I don't like it. Except when... well, we'll get to that.

I'm 30 years old, 5' 6" tall, 120 pounds, measure 38D-26-38, natural curly blond hair with blue eyes. Those 38D's are very firm. I exercise daily, thus am in excellent physical condition.

To look at me, I'm a classic Hollywood bimbo. Short, blonde, blue eyes, hour glass figure, big boobs and, I'm told, a beautiful face. In counter to that, I have a tested IQ well above average and keep up with the world. I didn't go to college, but have studied several subjects extensively since I got married and widowed.

Katy is the office manager and on-site IT support for the local branch of an insurance agency with numerous offices in this part of the state.

Over the next four months she was the ideal boarder. Quiet, neat, bought her share of groceries and household supplies, punctual paying her board and remotely friendly. But the companion part just didn't happen.

Tuesday, September 20, 2011, The companion

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I was on the phone just after lunch talking to Nancy about life. We talked for an hour or so about once a week. The subject of Katy came up and we discussed the companion part of things and that it seemed I'd picked the wrong person. I still felt like I'd picked correctly but couldn't figure out how to develop the companion part. I should mention here that I'm afraid of new relationships. I saw the failure as mine, not hers.

Unknown to me, Katy had come home during her lunch break because she's forgotten some files she needed. The overhead garage door would have alerted me, but since she was going right back out, she'd left her car in the driveway. I was using my cell phone, wandering around the house doing a little dusting while Nancy and I talked. I went into my room, leaving the door open since I wasn't planning to stay long.

I flopped on my bed, staring at the ceiling, playing with the duster, as we continued. The door to the master and guest suites are across the hall from each other. As she walked up the hall she heard me talking, noticed the open door, and stopped, not wanting to disturb me. She'd just decided to go back downstairs and come in noisily, so I'd know she was there, when she heard her name. Her very human response was to listen.

After hearing my comments she knocked on my door then pushed it the rest of the way open. I jumped to my feet staring at her. "Katy!"

"Virginia... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to eavesdrop. I was going to my room and I heard my name and, well, you know..."

I said, "Nancy. Something's just come up. I'll have to call you back."

I hung up, never taking my eyes off her. "Katy... I didn't mean for you to... Um... Well... I'm not going to make you move out. I mean, I never made it clear that..."

She said, "I'm sorry. I kind of thought when we interviewed that you were also looking for a companion. But you were so remote when I moved in that I thought I'd been mistaken and you just wanted to be left alone."

"No, I just have a hard time getting to know new people."

She said, "Well then, do you have some time to talk right now?"

I managed to say, "Sure, yes." But really, I was feeling afraid.

She got out her phone and called into her office to tell them she might not be back in today. We went down to the kitchen, made coffee, and talked. We talked for hours, well into the afternoon, taking a break to have dinner, then continued out on the back porch and eventually on the back lawn lying side by side watching the sunset afterglow and the stars come out.

You couldn't really say that we became friends at that first conversation. Perhaps well informed strangers would be right. But the relationship did develop into friendship over the next month. We went places together about once a week and found that we introduced each other as friends rather than as landlord or boarder. And we talked, though we didn't have another of those noon-to-night conversations again for many months.

We discussed relationships and love and sex. I found out that she was a lesbian and that one of the women who'd helped her move in was her girlfriend. And I told her I wasn't interested in women in that way. We were pretty open with each other. But we'd learn later that we'd both kept some pretty big secrets. That was probably for the best because by the time those secrets came out we'd become close friends and they were easier to express. And easier to do something about.

Monday, October 17, 2011, First indications

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Most of the time Katy dresses in what she calls her "uniform." Clothes chosen so she could always be dressed neatly without having to think too much about what to wear each day. She didn't much get into clothes so she'd picked things that she could wear more or less all the time.

She has a dozen pairs of full length jeans, mostly hip hugger style but also a few high waist ones. And some very short short jeans, not for work. All of similar style and several shades of blue, plus a few black. A couple of dozen t-shirts, again all in a similar style but in a wide selection of colors.

When we found each others clothes in the washer or dryer we moved them along to the next place. So I knew what she wore under those clothes too. Her bras and panties were mostly white or light pink cotton in simple, functional styles. Panties riding low on her hips and the bras just tall enough to cover her nipples. Sometimes, if she wasn't going out, she didn't wear a bra, and she was small enough to get away with it.

All of her clothes were always clean and neat. She didn't go in for cut-offs or jeans with holes in them. She had other clothes, of course. Skirts, blouses, dresses, and a couple of suits for occasional use at work.

She had told me she needed to go to the corporate offices today and had had one of her suits cleaned. I'd picked it up for her yesterday, when I picked up one of my dresses, and hung it in the laundry. As I came along the downstairs hall this morning I saw the suit hanging on the open door to the laundry. The washer and dryer and a work surface are in there, but so where a toilet, shower and sink. As I approached I could hear her humming and moving around.

The hall is carpeted and I was barefoot, wearing only my robe. As I came to the door I was about to speak when I saw her. Her back was to me as she ironed the blouse I gathered she intended to wear with the suit. She was wearing black patent leather high heels, black thigh-high stockings, and panties. But not her usual cotton panties. These were black satin and with a somewhat higher waist and higher cut leg holes. I noticed the matching black satin bra and a bottle of cleaning fluid on the dryer.

She was moving back and forth, ironing and sort of dancing to the tune she hummed. Her hair had been styled a little, she usually just combed it straight down. To my eye at that moment, she was utterly beautiful. I felt a twitch in my pussy which very much surprised me. I'd always thought of myself as strictly straight. I gasped, mostly in surprise at my reaction. She dropped the iron, snatched up the blouse and turned, using it to cover her breasts.

She said, "I'm so sorry, I thought I'd shut the door." I found my eyes drawn to the contrasting color of her skin in the gap between her stocking tops and panties and then to her satin covered crotch. I dragged my eyes up to her face. What the hell was going on with me?

I replied, "No, no. It's alright. Um, do you want coffee?" It was lame, but I needed take the conversation somewhere else.

She relaxed, smiled, and said, "Yes, thank you. That would be lovely." I went to the kitchen, a turmoil of emotions. I just knew she 'd seen where I was looking after she turned around.

I guessed that she'd needed to remove spots from the blouse and took off her bra to keep from getting any of the fluid on it. But those thoughts were way in the back of my mind, my impulse to understand any situation. I put the coffee on and stood there watching it, trying to sort out why seeing a woman, admittedly a pretty one, and dressed very sexily, had aroused me. My hand crept into my robe to feel myself. My arousal reactions are usually pretty dramatic. I never do close up all the way down there. My inner labia always poke out. And my clitoris is a bit on the large and long side. When I'm turned on it peeks out beyond my lower lips and everything swells quite noticeably. I slipped my finger inside my folds. My clitoris was just barely poking out of it's hood.

I heard the laundry door close and snatched my hand out of my robe, quickly rinsed off my fingers, and got down two cups. I'd started to pour just as the two way kitchen door pushed open and she walked in, her heels clicking on the tiled floor. She was fully dressed, the suit having a conservative hemline just above her knees. She looked great. But in my mind I was wondering what that bra looked like on her. I mentally shook me head and went about preparing our coffee. We'd both learned how the other liked it. I put hers in her usual place at the table, then took my usual place watching her.

She was putting things into her briefcase on the island, so her back was to me. I could just barely see her panty lines through her skirt and found myself fixating on them. I looked her up and down and for the first time in my life I really understood the expression "mentally undressing her."

She turned to sit and I focused my attention on her face.

She said, "Really, Virginia, I'm sorry about that. I was pretty sure you were sleeping and I forgot to take my suit up to my room. So I went down to the laundry in my underwear to clean my blouse and finish getting dressed."

I replied, "It's OK, Katy. I was just surprised. If you don't mind me asking, why stockings?"

She smiled and ran her hand over her knee, feeling the nylon. "Because my girlfriend hates panty hose. She says they look awful, they're lazy, and make it harder to use the rest room. I guess she's right about how they look, if you're not wearing clothes. I'm not sure about the lazy part, though. Panty hose can be pretty hard to get on correctly. But I think she's right about the rest room. It's a lot quicker when you don't have to struggle your panty hose down then back up."

She seemed to consider for a moment, then asked, "What do you wear?"

"Oh, stockings. Either thigh-highs, like yours, or the older kind that need a garter belt. Brian hated panty hose and I got used to stockings. I guess I agree about the bathroom."

"Well, you're just a bit old fashioned aren't you? I wear the garter belt sort for Betty sometimes. I bet you look very sexy in them."

I looked up, but she was looking into her coffee. It had apparently been just a casual comment. I'd thought for a second she was coming on to me. And was surprised to find that I felt disappointed that she wasn't. If she wasn't. I really didn't know how to play the flirting game.

She continued, "Look, I won't do that again. I'll make sure I wear a robe."

"No, Katy. Really, it's all right. When I was living alone I used to go around here naked most of the time." I was more than a bit surprised that I'd admitted that. And I thought, "Am I coming on to her?"

She looked at me curiously, maybe a bit surprised and smiled. "You're a real dare devil sometimes, aren't you?" I wasn't sure how to answer that. She stood up, finishing her coffee. "Well, don't let me being here stop you. It's your house. Wear, or don't wear, whatever you like."

"Oh, I couldn't. Not with someone else..." I trailed off to silence. My feelings about the idea confused me.

She put her cup in the sink and picked up her briefcase. "V, when I lived alone I did the same thing and loved it. Tell you what. If you will, I will. OK?"

I was pleasantly shocked by the idea, feeling my pussy tingle again. I said, "Well, maybe..." and trailed off again. I'm usually pretty articulate, but I wasn't showing it this morning.

She looked above me at the kitchen clock. "Oops, long drive today. Gotta fly! Bye!" And she was gone.

The sight of her topless and in that lingerie was stuck in my mind. The idea of going around the place nude and her seeing me was stuck in my mind. And the idea of seeing her like that was stuck in my mind. And it all turned me on so much. I felt my nipples harden, my pussy open and my clit slide out. I didn't even get up, and she hadn't even backed out of the garage, when I threw my robe open and masturbated hard sitting in my kitchen. I came and got up to put my coffee cup in the sink. Then leaned on the counter and played with myself again. I was awash in confusion. I wanted to show her my body and I wanted to see hers. I'd never had any interested at all in women before. What was happening to me?

Ginny and Katy Pt. 02



Thursday, November 3, 2011, Clothing optional

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It didn't happen all at once, but in a couple of weeks our household had become clothing optional. Neither of us had gone totally nude yet, but it was just a matter of time.

She'd made the first move by coming down one morning dressed, but with her shirt in her hand. She put it on the island, ate breakfast in her bra, then put the shirt on left for work. I spent most of that breakfast tearing my eyes away from her little breasts in that bra. Other times, if she wasn't going out, she didn't have a shirt with her. Going without pants followed. Sometimes panties and bra or panties and t-shirt. Every time she appeared without something or dressed in the kitchen, I'd followed suit. I had a harder time when she started going bra less. She's pretty small up top, but I'm pretty big. It took me a couple of days to talk myself into it. And I got an immediate reward catching her staring at my breasts.

She looked embarrassed, and looked away, the first few times. Then at breakfast the second day I'd gone bra less she was looking, and looking away whenever she noticed I saw her.

She seemed to make up her mind and said, "Virginia..." and stopped.

I looked at her. She was looking at my face, but clearly wanted to look lower.

I waited then said, "Yes, Katy?"

"Virginia. Um. Look, I'm going to just give in and stare at your breasts. They're so beautiful. I hope you won't be too embarrassed."

"I am a little, but I also kind of like it."

I more than kind of liked it, but it didn't seem the right thing to say so. But I also felt a bit naughty about it.

I sat up very straight, thrusting them out. "Is that better?"

It took her a few seconds to say, "Um, yes, oh yes. Thank you."

Wearing only my panties, or more specifically showing my breasts, so much of the time was a continuous turn on. I felt a bit naughty all the time, even when she wasn't around. I masturbated a lot during those weeks. All that was left was for us to go without panties. I decided I'd do that rather than wait for Katy. And, I thought, as I rubbed myself yet again, we'd find out if there was desire for something physical on her side too. I'd thought of an idea for tomorrow.

Friday, November 4, 2011, First time

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The town common committee, twenty of us, rotated who's house we met at for lunch each month. I saw an opportunity in it being my house this month. They met here today and I ended up with my sink was full of dishes.

I'd declined to have anyone help me clean up. I wanted those dirty dishes. I was planning to be doing them, nude, when Katy came in from work. I felt sure she'd help, putting us close to each other naked.

I washed about half the dishes, leaving them in the drying rack. When she came in I'd make it look like she just happened to walk in while I was doing them. I took off everything then went to peek out the living room curtains waiting for her to get home.

Since we'd started going about in our underwear we'd had to keep the curtains over the big street facing picture window in the living room closed. All the other first floor windows, except Brian's long unused office on the other side of the front of the house, faced into the eight foot hedge around the sides and back of the house, but the front windows were visible from the street. So I stood there, peaking around the curtain, gently rubbing myself and watching the driveway. When she pulled in I ran to the kitchen, sprayed the dishes in the drying rack, so it looked like they'd just been put there, and started washing those in the sink.

She came in and said, "Oh! Very nice, Virginia. I'm happily surprised you beat me to full nudity."

She put her briefcase on the island and walked up behind me, standing just inches away.

I could feel her breath on the back of my neck when she said, "Your ass is as perfect as your boobs." Short pause. "Darling."

I thought, "Oh, yeah, 'darling'."

She gave me a quick peck on the cheek, patted me on the ass, and said, "Let me get changed and help you with those."

It was the first time she'd ever touched me. Not exactly overtly sexual, but not just every day casual either. I looked down to check my nipples. They weren't hard, yet, but they weren't entirely soft either.

She apparently had suspected from our first meeting that I was submissive. And that first long conversation had confirmed it for her. Still, she didn't see herself as being the one to dominate me. And she already had a girlfriend so she didn't feel any desire to seduce me either. On top of that, I was her landlord and things could get awfully awkward if it didn't work out. And finally, I was twelve years older than her. 

So, she became friends with me with no complications.

She had no designs to seduce or dominate me. But my reaction to catching her in the lingerie caused her to reconsider. She'd seen the glint of lust in my eyes. The discussion about going nude got her thinking about sex with me. And about dominating me. She hoped I'd follow her into nudity. Then she'd see what happened from there.

I'd gone nude, with her leading the way, and she was thinking that doing the dishes together might give her a chance to get me into bed, even if only figuratively. She came back nude and started washing with me. The most amazing discovery, for me, was that she was hairless down below. I kept mine trimmed, but still had a full covering. She was totally bald. I wanted to take a closer look, but thought that might be rude.

Usually she dried and put away while I washed. This time, washing with me, we inevitably bumped into each other. She grazed my right breast repeatedly with her forearm. Then I remembered that Brian used to do the same thing when he was playing rather than really helping. And I also remembered what I used to do about it. I spritzed her with the sprayer. She yelped and stepped back looking hugely surprised.

She looked at me and I at her. I was smiling and still had the sprayer in my hand.

I said exactly what I'd always said to him, "If you want to play with my tits just do it. Stop screwing around."

And at that moment it came into focus for me. I was no longer just kind of thinking of it. I'd never been with a woman before, but I wanted her. I wanted her to want me. At that moment, it was all I wanted. She was still standing there surprised, water dripping off her nipples. I hit her with the spray again, soaking her hair and body and leaving her standing in a puddle. She grabbed the sprayer from me, turned off the hot water and sprayed me with cold.

I screeched from the cold and tried to take the sprayer back. She tossed it in the sink and tackled me. We both went down with a splash in the puddle. She flipped me over on my back, climbed on top of me, grabbed both of my wrists in one of her hands and held them above my head. Then took one of my now very erect nipples in her mouth and sucked hard. I moaned and went limp. She went to my other nipple and sucked that one too. She moved up, still pinning my body to the floor, and looked into my eyes. I could see lust there.

She said, in a whisper, "You're sure?"

I could have pretended I didn't know what she meant. But she knew. And knew I knew. And so on.

So I just said, "Please."

She smiled and lowered her head to kiss me. Our mouths opened and I had my first passionate kiss in many years, and my first ever with a woman. I felt like I was melting. She let go of my hands, put one of hers behind my head and pulled my mouth into hers. Her other hand started exploring my body. My neck, breasts, belly, sides an finally my pussy. I wrapped my arms and legs around her and pulled her down harder on me.

She lifted up to make room for her hand, put two fingers inside me and her thumb on my clit and started moving them all. I was breathing harder and harder. I heard myself whimpering. She pulled her hand out, pinched my clit hard, getting a long low moan from me, then slid her wet body down mine until her mouth was over my pussy. She lowered her head on me and brought both hands up to play with my breasts, pinching and pulling at my nipples while she worked magic on me with her tongue. I came very loudly and very hard. It felt like every muscle in my body was straining to break my bones. Then I went limp, panting. But she wasn't done.

She used a different technique, taking me to the threshold of orgasm and holding me there. It seemed to go on for weeks. My entire existence focused on my clit with little side messages from my nipples, deep inside my pussy, and my body laying in the cooling water. She brought one hand down to my pubic mound and was rubbing me just above my slit, tugging at my bush, and she put two or three fingers in my pussy and was stroking me inside in sync with what she was doing with her tongue and her other hand. 

I again heard myself whimpering then heard, "Please, please, please, please."

It sounded like someone else, but I knew it was me begging her to let me come. I stroked her head, smoothing down the soaking mess her hair was in. And begged. She tongued me just a bit differently and moved her fingers just so inside me and I came again. Even harder than before. I screamed through clenched teeth and writhed on the floor sending water in every direction.

She crawled up my left side and put her left arm and leg over me. She got one of my nipples in her mouth and sucked on it gently. I put my left arm around her, panting like I'd just run a marathon. We laid there for some time,the water getting cool around us.

When my breathing had returned to something like normal I said, "You have to teach me how to do that."

She said, "Plenty of time for that. Let's finish the dishes."

She jumped up and helped me to my feet. We stood there dripping, me more than just water, and continued doing the dishes. This time with her drying and putting away. No more bumping into each other. But we were still very close.

She asked, "Virginia, do you really want to learn how to pleasure a woman? You said you didn't have any interest in women."

"Yes, I do. When I said that about women it was the truth. I didn't think I was interested in woman. But something sort of came to life in me when I saw you in the laundry that morning."

She smiled and said, "I thought so."

"I think it was seeing someone I knew, someone I liked, dressed like that that opened a door for me." I lowered my voice a bit, "To tell the truth, I masturbated, thinking of you, as soon as you left the house. You weren't even out of the garage."

She said, "Thank you for telling me. I'm flattered."

She dried a few dishes, apparently thinking. "V, you know I have a girlfriend. I like you as my friend. And I'd love to play with you. Teach you if you like. But Betty is the center of my life."

I said, "I understand. Would what we have be what I hear described as 'friends with benefits'?"

She ran one finger down my spine to the start of my ass cleavage, and lingered with it there, rubbing gently. "You don't mind? You're OK with that?"

I had thought about that, since that morning. I mean, the idea of "Do I love her?" and "Do I want her as my girlfriend?" About what would happen to our relationship if she accepted the invitation I'd given with doing the dishes. And I was very satisfied with the results.

But, "Actually, I'm more than OK with it. I loved Brian deeply, and was thoroughly broken up when he died. Even though it's been years, I'm still really not ready for another romance. Maybe I never will be. I like you a lot. I may even love you. But not that way. So I guess I should ask. Are you OK with that?"

She ran her finger back up my spine, and spread all her fingers into my still very wet hair, and pulled me in for a passionate kiss. This felt awfully familiar. She's four inches taller than me. Brian had been five. I had to tip my head back to kiss her. I nearly dropped a dish then pressed my breasts up against hers. I moaned into her mouth. She broke the kiss, gently, and took a step back, but with her hand still on the back of my head.

"That's just, perfect, Virginia. Let's finish this job up and go upstairs. I am so looking forward to teaching you how to make me beg like you did a few minutes ago."

I put my hands on her ass and pulled her towards me, then gave in to my curiosity and dropped to my knees in front of her, stroking her crotch, feeling her smoothness.

"This is very erotic, Katy. I should do this."

"Oh, please don't."

I looked up at her. She had a dish and the drying cloth in her hands, looking down at me.

"I mean, it's your body, you can do whatever you like, of course. But I like your bush. I've never seen one that was actually blond before. Even the couple of natural blonds I've known had dark hair down there. And yours is deliciously sparse and trimmed so nice. I think it's very pretty."

I stood back up and ran one hand over my mound and one over hers.

"OK. I'll keep it."

"Thank you."

We kissed again, briefly, and went back to work.

We completed the dishes in another half hour, touching each other here and there from time to time as we did. We went upstairs to my room to shower before starting my first lesson. She looked around my bathroom.

"Wow, this is amazing."

I smiled, "Brian believed that bathing should be enjoyed."

The bathtub would easily accommodate four people, though we never had any intention of having others join us. We just enjoyed playing in water and wanted plenty of room. The shower was entirely separate and, again, was large enough for several.

We showered, slowly, with her instructing me on how to make that into foreplay. I knew a lot about that from doing it with Brian. She mostly instructed me on the differences when doing it with a woman. After a while I was on my knees in front of her, licking up her thighs toward her sex, the water cascading off us both. I reached her labia and found them just a bit open. I followed her instructions and my instincts I licked in side and touched her gently.

I slid two fingers inside her and rubbed where she told me. She leaned back against the wall, grabbed the handrail and spread her legs. I was licking her clit at that point.

"OK. Lick harder and suck it a bit. You might try playing with yourself too. Sometimes I do and it helps, other times I find it distracting."

I slipped a hand down between my legs and tried rubbing with my open palm. That felt good. Then I put a finger inside and sought out my clitoris. It felt very good, but it was soon too distracting. I wanted to concentrate on her.

I went back to just palming myself, licking harder and rubbing harder inside her. She started writhing up the wall, on her toes. She slowly bent over slightly, making it harder for me to lick her properly. She leaned on my shoulders, groaning through her teeth. Suddenly screaming, she pushed me away and slid down the wall. One hand in her crotch rubbing herself as the orgasm passed. I ended up on my ass a few feet away rubbing myself to an orgasm. I reached mine, moaning loudly and collapsed on the floor.

I heard her giggling and looked up at her.

"Can you come without water V?"

I giggled along with her. She'd seen me come three times now, all of them laying in water.

We got to our feet, finished actually showering, washing each others hair. As we dried she was a bit fascinated to see my hair go back into curls just by drying. She'd tried curls, but she needed to use curlers or curling irons to get them. It was too much work except for special occasions. It was amazing, to her, to see my hair just go that way all by itself.

When we were both dry and went into my bedroom I tried to pull her towards my bed, but she held back.

"V, I'd love to sleep with you. I will. But I really do need to really sleep." She smiled, "Really. I was up late last night and early this morning preparing for that presentation. I've had a beautiful evening. I hope you did too."

I nodded my head yes. 

She smiled, "But I really am exhausted. If we can just sleep, I'll stay."

I again felt the stirring of submission. I wanted to learn more, hell, I wanted to learn everything. But that could wait. I didn't usually think about it, but suddenly very much did not want to sleep alone. I'd been sleeping alone for so many years. I agreed, and tugged her towards my bed. And the image of a little girl pulling her mother towards the playground entered my mind. Not me or my mother. She'd have backhanded me, or worse, if I'd done that. Rather I saw the perfect 50's movie mother and daughter. I was a little embarrassed, wondering if she saw that too. Probably not, she was too young and not into old movies. But I also didn't really care all that much if she did, so long as she'd sleep with me.

We both climbed in, I reached out to the controls by the bed and shut off the lights.

She asked, "Spoon?"

"Yes, please."

"You want inside or outside?"

"Inside, please."

We rolled onto our sides and I 'sat' in her lap. She put her arms around me and we held hands as we fell asleep, my head resting on her arm. It was the safest I'd felt since Brian died.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 03



Thursday, November 24, 2011, Thanksgiving dinner

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Betty was having dinner with her family for Thanksgiving. I'd gathered Katy wasn't welcome there, though why wasn't at all clear to me. Katy's family was out of town, and Nancy was always encouraging me to "bring someone with you." I knew she meant a new boyfriend, but I just wasn't interested in anything romantic. But I took her up on the "bring someone" part and brought Katy. Nancy's husband and son and daughter, both youngsters, were there plus some of her husband's family.

The dinner was quite nice. Nancy was a good cook and her husband actually even better. The conversation was pleasant. Nancy was very interested in Katy. I'd said nothing but good things about her since that afternoon she overheard our conversation and had quickly gone from boarder to friend. I didn't often keep secrets from Nancy, but I hadn't told her Katy and I were lovers or the clothing optional aspect of our home. Nancy was more than a bit of a prude. Or, at least, the Nancy I knew of old was.

But Nancy had seen us together months ago, after we became friends but before we became lovers. She noticed that things were different. She led me out to the back deck after dinner.

"What's going on between you and Katy, Gin?"

"Gin" was her nick name for me, combining part of my name and my favorite drink, that only Nancy used.

I asked "What do you mean?"

"I'm a God damn therapist, dear. I'm trained to notice things. You stand inside each others comfort zones. You exchange quick knowing looks. You touch each other when you think nobody is looking. You're romantically involved or lovers or both. Right?"

I was a bit stunned. We'd intended to keep it secret. I wondered how many other people suspected something from seeing us together?

She said "I'll take that look in your eyes as confirmation. Look, years ago I'd have gone all 'it's a sin' and 'it's morally wrong' and so on. But that's mostly mother talking through me. Maybe it is wrong or a sin or whatever. But these days, I'm not so sure of myself. I've seen far too much since I started working. I've seen too many woman happy together to believe that shit."

She paused. "It still feels wrong, especially for my baby sister. And with such a young woman."

We both glanced through the sliding glass doors into the living room. Nancy's husband was chatting with Katy.

Nancy continued, "A girl, practically. It feels like it's wrong. But I'm going to try not to give you a hard time about it either."

She glanced into the living room again. I looked too. Nancy's husband could be very charming, but he was also host and had moved on to talk to his sister. Katy was looking uncomfortable in the room full of strangers.

Nancy smiled, though it looked a big forced. "I think your friend needs you."

I stepped towards the door.

"Please, before we go in. Satisfy my curiosity. I don't need to know, but you're my sister and I really want to. It shows all over that you're close friends. Very close. And that automatic move to go to her says a lot. Please tell me, really, it's just my curiosity. Is she your girlfriend, or lover, or both?"

I decided there was no reason not to tell her.

I said, "Lover. She has a girlfriend."

"Interesting. Well, you better go rescue your lover from the family."

Nancy slid the door open and said, "Go ahead."

Katy turned as I stepped in the door, her face lit up, she walked towards me, and hesitated. We'd agreed not to be obvious while there.

I gave her a quick hug and said, "Come on, dishes."

We both giggled, briefly, then went to the kitchen with Nancy, her daughter and sister.

As we worked Nancy kept taking glances at Katy. And I guess I could understand that. We were not her patients. This was not abstract. This was her little sister and her little sister's lover. Female lover. I saw her start to speak several times, then change her mind. Eventually she seemed to make up her mind and decide not to ask whatever it was she wanted to ask.

Friday, December 2, 2011, "Graduation" and pillow talk.

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Things had changed since that evening Katy and I did the dishes, and did each other. And much was the same. But the differences were life itself to me. About twice a week we slept together. And about twice a week we had sex. Sometimes both the same night. We went about the place nude or wearing not much most of the time. I wore panties and shorts when I had my period. I guessed we'd synchronized because she did the same on the same days I did.

At breakfast this morning she said, "Congratulation, you've graduated. You're now officially a fully trained lesbian."

"Do I get a diploma?"

"No, but you're good enough that you can learn on your own from now on. Sex should always be new."

I pointed out, "I still want sex with men, Katy."

She said, "Well, nobody's perfect. Let's not talk about that."

We celebrated. Dinner out, sex in my shower, my bed and on the floor, and sleeping together that night.

As we were pillow talking the conversation came around to clothes. She thought I should dress younger. I had the body for it, she claimed, and thought I looked like I was in my twenties. It was a touch more of a suggestion than just a thought. She was asserting a little bit of dominance over me. It felt good and I agreed. We'd undressed each other many times, including tonight, and I was reminded that the underwear she regularly wore was nothing like the satin panty and bra set she had on the day I saw her ironing in the laundry room. I asked about it.

"I only dress that way for Betty. Or, well, she suggested that it would help me if I wore those under my suit. She bought them for me to sex me up a bit that day. She was right, too. It took the edge off for the presentation, thinking about what I was wearing in front of all those people."

She paused a moment, running her fingers through my hair. "I could dress that way for you some times, if you'd like."

"No, it's not necessary. Well, yes, it would be nice. But mostly I just wondered about it."

Katy said, "You'll dress up for me too?"

"Of course, but I don't think I have any clothes like that any more. I think I got rid of them all after Brian died. Well, except for the set I bought myself to wear under my wedding dress and for him that night. I kept those, though I've never worn them again. We can go through my closet tomorrow and see if there's anything you like."

She kissed me. "No, those would all be things you wore for Brian. And you certainly wouldn't want to wear your wedding night lingerie for me. Right?"

"I'd be self conscious about them."

"Right. Besides, there's a lingerie set I know you'll look killer in. I'd like to buy them for you."

I hesitated. The idea was very intimate.

She said, "Please?"

I gave in. "OK. Thank you."

She was quiet for a minute, still stroking my hair as I caressed her breasts. Not to arouse her, just being intimate.

She said "You didn't really need a boarder. For money, I mean. Did you?"

"No. Nancy insisted I needed someone to live with me. Take me out of my shell. Who could have guessed she'd be so right. And you'd be so good for me."

"Thank you, Virginia. You've been good for me too. Betty noticed a change in me. She says I'm more. Intimate. And she's not talking about sex."

Saturday, December 3, 2011, New toy.

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As lunch time approached Katy knocked on my door. I was online keeping up with the world. We still both took the clothing optional aspect of living together to heart. But had now reached the point where "optional" part was the operative word. It was entirely likely that one of us might be fully dressed and the other fully nude and any given time. This morning I was partially dressed, panties and bra, and she had on shorts and, I assumed, panties but was topless when I said "Come in."

She asked, "How about lunch then going to get that lingerie outfit we talked about last night?"

I said, "OK. I"ll buy."

She said, "Lunch, OK, but he lingerie is my treat. You should wear a dress. Something short and sleeveless."

I asked, "Sun dress? Cocktail dress?"

"Either will work. I'd like to see you in the cocktail dress, if you don't mind being a bit out of place at lunch."

Of course, I wore the cocktail dress.

Over lunch she said "I should warn you about something. There was a time where I was picking up a new girl every few weeks. Never serious. Just someone to play with for a night or a few days. The people at the store we're going to got to calling them my toys. And I guess they sort of were. I brought them all in and bought them the same outfit, so I guess I was playing dress up with them.

"The same set I'm planning to buy you. I gave up on the "toy" thing when Betty and I got serious, but Lottie, the owner there, doesn't seem to have noticed that I haven't been in with anyone but Betty for over a year. The point is, if Lottie is there she'll probably ask if you're my new toy."

I asked, "Am I your new toy?"

"No, Virginia, you're not my new toy."

I said, "Oh." There was a lot of emotion in that "oh." I was pleased that I wasn't just another temporary play thing. But also disappointed that she didn't want to claim ownership over me. She seemed to be considering the way I'd said "Oh."

After a few seconds she said, "Well, unless you want to be my toy."

I was clear with myself that I was submissive, and both Brian and Nancy had agreed. But exactly what sort of submissive I was wasn't clear. I'd never really had a relationship with someone dominant. Brian and I had had only one game we played where he was dominant. We played it fairly often, but it wasn't really his personality. And I'd read a lot, of course. The bottom line was I suspected Katy was a dominant, and maybe one I'd want to submit to, but I just wasn't sure. I was thinking maybe she was testing me, but I was so naive about it, I wasn't even sure of that.

I decided to take a chance. "Yes, I'd like to be your new toy."

Her turn to say, "Oh!" with a lot of emotion.

I went back to eating and, between bites, asked, "What do I do now?"

She was still looking surprised. "Uh, nothing. Nothing. For now anyway. You've given me something to think about."

The store seemed an odd place to me. Nothing like I'd ever seen before. It was sort of a combination Victoria's Secret, Fredrick's of Hollywood and an S&M store.

The clerk greeted her, "Katy! Long time, huh?"

"Hi, Lottie. Yes, its been a while." Katy and I were holding hands. I was playing up her obviously leading me

Lottie looked me over and, as predicted, asked, "Is this your new toy?"

Katy replied, "Yes she is. Isn't she beautiful?"

"She sure is. A bit older than the others, but wow. Those boobs are magnificent."

I smiled at her.

"And what a smile. You are awesome."

I said, "Thank you." I felt rather awesome at that moment.

She said to Katy "You want your usual outfit for her?"

Katy told her, "Yes," and handed a note we'd made up over lunch. It had my measurements on it.

Katy send me on to a changing room, spoke to Lottie for a minute, then joined me and started undressing me. I tried to help, but she told me not to.

"You're my new toy. I'm going to play dress up with you."

She looked at me a bit doubtfully. I guess she wanted to see if I'd submit, or was I offended, or what?

I smiled and said, "OK."

She had my dress and shoes off, only my panties and bra still on, when there was a knock on the door. Lottie handed in some hangers, a shoe box, and a couple of smaller packages.

With the door closed Katy removed my bra and panties then went to the first item on the hangers. A wide black satin garter belt, which she fastened around my waist. Then put on a pair of black sheer stockings with back seams. She attached the garter tabs and carefully adjusted the seams. I watched her, and myself, in the mirrors, nicely arranged so I could see my back almost as well as my front. She had me step into the matching thong then a pair of very shiny black patent leather pumps with heels just a bit higher than I was used to.

I'd only ever worn thongs for Brian. I wasn't really happy with them. But as I stood there looking at myself in the mirrors I loved this one. I wanted to bend over and see how I looked from behind but, again, there was that feeling of that being wrong. Then I chuckled at myself. I had just seconds ago been nude in front of Katy. And I figured she'd love to see my breasts hanging down if I bent over. And I kind of wanted to too. So I bent over, watching in the mirror as my breasts moved away from my body to hang free. Then, caressing my bare butt, I looked in the reflection at the thong just barely covering my sex as the back strap ran up over my ass hole and spread above my back cleavage.

This one was wider between my legs than the ones I'd worn before. Lottie had chosen well. It actually covered all of my pubic hair. I loved it and suspected that Katy had been describing my bush to Lottie when they talked for a moment after I'd gone into the dressing room ahead of Katy. I stood back up. All the thongs I'd worn before I wanted to get out of quickly. This one wasn't as comfortable as panties, but I knew I could wear it for hours, or more, without any discomfort.

Katy had been sitting back on a chair looking at me. She asked, "You like?"

I looked at her, a bit embarrassed, "Yes, thank you."

"You're Welcome. Please turn around."

I did.

She gestured around the room, "Walk around, please."

I started pacing back and forth around the room, but it was pretty small. I could only go a couple of steps each way.

"I can't wait to see you walk down the hall at home in that."

I asked, "No bra?"

"Of course, but I don't want to cover them up just yet."

I shrugged, making my breasts bounce, and continued walking. I put my hands behind my head, lifting my breasts and increasing how much they bounced when I walked. She started rubbing herself through her pants.

After a couple of minutes she said, "Put the bra on. I want to watch you do it." I did, slowly, hopefully sensuously. I made a big production of settling myself in the cups, looking at myself in the mirrors, lifting and dropping my breasts. Then taking the bra off and adjusting the straps and doing it all over again. She was rubbing harder and starting to breathe more quickly. I pulled her to her feet, moved the chair so it was across the room from one of the full length mirrors. I rubbed my satin encased breasts up against her while I unzipped her pants, pushed them and her panties down over her hips, and nudged her back into the chair.

I knelt in front of her and took off her sneakers, pants and panties. I pulled her ass to the edge of the chair and spread her legs. I looked directly into her eyes and started licking her. She'd been watching me, but at the first touch of my tongue threw her head back and mewed like a kitten. I knew what she thought about my bottom, so I stopped licking for just a second and said, "Look in the mirror."

As she did and I moved my knees much further apart spreading my legs wide. She caught her breath at the sight of me and that it was obvious what I was doing but she couldn't actually see what I was doing in the mirror. Just my ass, the garters and stockings, the thong and my behind wiggling as I moved up and down on her.

"You are so, so beautiful, Virginia."

I pulled back just long enough to say, "Thank you," then continued licking her.

She pulled up her t-shirt and bra and started playing with her breasts.

I leaned my forehead against her pubic bone for balance then reached back with both hands and lowered my thong below my stocking tops. I put the fingers of one hand inside her and reached between my legs with the other to play with myself.

She said, "Oh, my God. You are such a slut!"

I'm not fond of the word "slut," but her tone of voice made it a compliment. I was very wet and on a pretty short fuse. She was too, both.

Katy's lessons had been very good. I hadn't just learned how to pleasure another woman, I'd also learned a few things about pleasuring myself. I worked us both up towards climax at the same rate. When she came, I did. Being quiet, for me, was pretty easy. I just moaned and screamed into her pussy. She had to bite her hand. Still on my knees, I looked around the room for something to dry myself with. I got my regular panties and wiped off my face then my pussy with them.

I stood in front of her, my crotch just in front of her face, and made a show of drying between my legs then begin slowly pulling the thong back up. She stopped me. "Put the panties on instead." She'd gotten both a thong and panties. I let the thong fall to my ankles, stepped out of it, stepped into the panties and brought them, I hoped sensuously, up my legs and adjusted them so they fit just right. She reached up to stroke me on the front of my panties then stood and kissed me. She followed my lead and dried herself with her panties then put the shoes I'd worn into the shoe box from the new heels along with both of our wet panties and the bra I'd originally worn.

As I redid my makeup she picked up the thong from the floor, put it on, then her jeans.

She was about to drop my dress over my head when she stopped.

She said, "You're quite the exhibitionist, V."

I was immediately suspicious about where this was going. And excited too.

I said "For you, I am. We've seen each other in our underwear for weeks."

"You know I don't mean that. That was quite a show you just put on."

She'd lowered her hands, and my dress, looking into my eyes. I had my arms around my middle, just below my breasts, and looked away.

She said "I think it's more than that, honey." She took the clutch purse I'd been carrying and dropped it into the shoe box.

She opened the dressing room door, but didn't go out, and didn't give me my dress. I reached for it, and she gave it to me, looking disappointed, but not arguing. I stood looking at her, then peaked out the door into the store, sliding the dress through my fingers over and over. I looked back at her.

She gave me a little smile and said "It's up to you, V."

I took a deep breath, stepped out of the changing room, with my dress in my hand, and reached out my other hand for her. She gave me a smile like sunshine. She took my hand and, with the shoe box and her purse in her other hand, led me up the aisle to the check out.

Lottie did a double take when we got to the counter.

She said, "Katy, I've never seen the results before. She's lovely."

Katy said, "Thank you, I think she's beautiful."

She leaned down and gave me a quick but passionate kiss. She let go of my hand to rummage in her purse. I stood there playing with my dress. I looked around and noticed that I'd attracted some attention.

Two women stepped up to the counter and spoke to the other clerk, pointing at me, "We'd like to see that outfit in our sizes, please."

They were looking me over. I decided "what the hell" and stepped back from the counter and did a pirouette for them, my hands away from my sides. One of them applauded for a moment. I felt myself turning red, but did a quick curtsy, turned back to the counter, and snuggled up to Katy's arm.

The other clerk said, "You should keep this one, Katy."

Katy looked at me for a second and said "I think I will." then said "Hold up there a second, Lottie. Don't total it yet."

She reached into her purse and handed me her car keys. "Please go wait in the car. I'll be right along."

I gasped and held my dress in front of me. I looked out the glass doors to the parking lot then up at her.

"Put it on if you have to."

I must have looked like a deer in headlights.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 03



She smiled and said "Either way, please go wait in the car. I'm going to get you something else for later."

I looked back out the door, stepped away from her, lowered my arms to my sides, still holding the dress in one hand, squared my shoulders, which caused my breasts to bounce, and strode as confidently as I could manage towards the doors. I looked out into the lot, at her car, then looked back at her.

She, Lottie, the other clerk, and several customers were watching me. I decided, again, "what the hell" and slipped my dress through the handle bar on the door, did another pirouette, and swept out the door. I walked quickly to the car, a full stride but not running, unlocked it and got in. Then looked around again. There were very few people in the lot and none of them were watching me.

Katy seemed to be taking a long time. I was talking myself into going back in to see what the trouble was when she came out carrying a shopping bag. I saw her pause at the door, collect my dress, and drop it in the bag. She put the bag in the back seat as she got into the car.

I handed her the keys and asked "What else did you buy?"

"A surprise for you. Patience, my little toy."

Getting into the house was no problem, of course, since she parked in the garage as usual. She had me walk in front of her up the few steps to the kitchen door then walk around the kitchen, living room, and hall so she could watch me. She especially liked the hall since it let me walk a good pace for thirty feet.

She said, "Everything wiggles and bounces in the most delightful ways when you do that." And, "In some ways the view from the back is almost better than the view from the front."

She masturbated, shedding clothing an item at a time, while I walked or bent over or took things off and put them back on. I discovered that she loved watching me adjust myself in the bra, and the back view of me bending over putting the panties on. She must have come four or five times. We were in the kitchen again, me leaning over pretending to load the dish washer, my legs spread wide, rubbing myself through my panties when I heard her come again.

She stood up and walked up behind me. I continued to rub myself as she approached. She crouched own, looking between my legs. My breasts are so big that I had to bend way over to see her below them. She ran her hands up my stockings, grabbed the top of my panties and yanked them down to my ankles.

She said, "That's enough of that. Your turn."

She picked me up, sat me on the island pulled the panties off my ankles and tossed them over her shoulder.

She locked eyes with me, said "Do not speak," then tongued and fingered me quickly to a huge crashing orgasm. I didn't speak. But I did scream and whimper quite a bit.

She said, "Now you can speak," and went down on me again giving a long, slow build up to a drawn out orgasm. I didn't scream this time, just moaning and growling. And I did speak, but none of it made any sense. I heard a lot of "Please," "Oh God," "Harder," "deeper," "faster" and even "slower" from myself. It reminded me of our first time. No actual sentences, but a lot of words.

And at the end just one, long, low growl with my eyes squeezed shut and tears seeping from them down the sides of my face and into my hair.

When she finished with me I was laying on my back on the island, my fingers tangled in her hair, panting for breath while she slowly licked me more and more gently to help me come down softly.

I remember, sort of vaguely, her taking off the rest of my clothes and carrying me, nude, up to my bed.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 04



Sunday, December 4, 2011, Minor revelations

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I woke to find that Katy had spent the night in my bed. She was awake, watching me.

"I'll bring coffee," she said, "go back to sleep for a while longer."

I did. A bit later she came back, handed me my cup then sat cross legged on the foot of the bed drinking hers. I'd sat up when she came in, letting the sheets fall away from my breasts. I could see her hairless mound, though not very clearly. She seemed to alternate between looking at my breasts and my face, a faint smile on her lips the whole time. We small talked. When I finished she got up and took the empty cup.

"You are so beautiful, Virginia."

I never did know how to respond to that. "What am I supposed to say when you tell me that?"

"You could say 'Thank you'."

"Thank you, Katy."

"Baby, I know I'm not beautiful. But you could tell me I'm pretty, if you think I am."

"You are pretty, Katy. You're also very cute, especially when you smile."

She curtsied, which was odd to see since she was nude and holding two coffee cups.

"Thank you."

She finished her coffee.

"Uh, look, there was a message on my phone when I went to make coffee. One of the servers crashed. I have to go into the office for a while this morning."

She looked guilty, and I wondered why.

I said, "We didn't have any plans, Katy. That's no problem for me. Was there something you wanted to do today?"

She changed the subject. "The bag from Lottie's is on the coffee table. The shoe box is in there with the stuff we took off at the store, including your dress. And there are a couple more of pairs of stockings. Those look great, but they run pretty easily."

She paused again. "The thong and panties and my clothes are on the kitchen and living room floor. Could you pick them up please and put my things in the laundry?"

I said, "Sure. No problem." She still looked guilty. I was about to ask why.

She said, all in a rush, "Virginia, I'm really sorry that I made you feel like an object last night, at the store and then at home. Those toy girls... Well I dressed them up and played with them like that. I don't know why but it's not only a real turn on for me but fulfills something I don't entirely understand. It was so nice of you to go along. Thank you. I went too far, didn't I?"

My turn to be a bit confused. "No, Katy. I had fun."

She didn't seem to hear me. "We don't have to do it again."

"Katy..."

"I didn't mean to degrade you like that. Well, I mean I did, it's way the game works for me. But I didn't mean to do it to YOU, if you see what I mean. I haven't done it in so long and you seemed so willing and I..."

"Katy... Katy... STOP. Listen to what I'm saying. I loved it. I had such a good time."

"Oh. Oh, really? I thought about it while you were sleeping. I was sure I'd gone way over the top."

So I thought about that. How would I feel if I were "normal?" Whatever the hell that meant.

"Maybe you did, for some people. For a lot of people, I guess. But Katy, there will always be things we haven't talked about. Either 'yet' or maybe 'ever'." It's probably time for me to tell you about this one. I figured out long ago I have a submissive personality."

That was an understatement, but it would do for now.

"I'm pretty sure you're dominant. But I've never been involved with a dominant. I don't know how the whole dominant and submissive thing works other than what I've read. Some of it scares me, I hate pain. But I know that I enjoyed last night. I loved being your toy. Being the entire focus of your attention was wonderful. I'd like to do it again sometime."

A little white lie, there. I'd have loved to do it right now, and never stop. There was something I'd like to do even more, but I was afraid to tell her about it. Afraid she'd think I was totally depraved. Little did I know where we'd be in a few months.

She smiled, sadly it seemed. "Honey, I've had other women tell me they were fine with toy play. And other things. And they meant it, when they said it. And for a while it works and everyone is happy. But eventually they couldn't take being objectified or... well, we can talk about that later. And I understand their objections. If you want to, if you're OK with it, we'll do it again. But please, please, tell me the moment you have any doubts. What we have is important to me. Even if we completely stopped having sex. I don't want my fetishes screwing it up."

"I promise. Go ahead to work. Remember you have a date with Betty this afternoon."

She came back across the room, kissed me, and left with the cups.

Shortly I heard her car leaving the garage. Well, I'd let my guard down. A little more. I still had my secrets. I was a bit afraid but also a bit excited. I rolled over and slept another hour.

Monday, December 12, 2011, Talking about toys

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I waited over a week to see if Katy would take the toy thing any further. She didn't, though we did talked about it. About how she'd picked up girls to play with and that, for the most part, she'd kept them for a few days then sent them on their way, both she and them happy. A few came back for repeat performances. She'd given it up when she and Betty got together. It wasn't clear if Betty played toy for her or if she'd just plain given up entirely until she'd played with me. She confirmed that she was dominant, and explained the difference between dominant and dominatrix, or at least how it was different for her. I hadn't been sure there was any difference.

But mostly, things went on as they had been. We continued to treat clothing as optional, leaning towards not wearing any. We had sex and/or slept together a couple of times. But she hadn't given me any orders and I was longing for it. She also hadn't given me whatever the surprise was she'd gotten while I waited at the car at Lottie's. When I'd gone to retrieve the things from the bag she'd already removed whatever the "something for you" was.

We were finishing dinner. Katy was dressed for a date with Betty but hadn't put her dress on yet. It hung by the garage door. My dress also hung by the door, but because I'd been out earlier and had taken off when I came in. So, we were both in panties and bra. Mine were my usual functional items and I was bare foot. Katy was dressed in satin and lace with thigh high stockings and heels. She looked quite wonderful.

Seeing her dressed like that decided me to ask, "Katy, what was it you got at Lottie's you said was for me?"

"Patience, dear. Christmas present. You'll love it."

"Oh, OK. Thank you." I had to kind of screw up my courage for the next question. "Um, Katy? What about that 'toy' thing. I've been kind of waiting for the other shoe to drop."

"You think you're ready to try that again?"

"Well, yes. I'm curious. What else does it involve?"

She stood up and picked up her dinner things and, seeing my plate was cleared, took mine too. She walked to the sink put them in and walked back. I watched her hips sway as she did the classical one foot in front of the other sexy walk. She stood looked down at me and considered for a moment.

"I'll show you tomorrow after work. If you really want to do it, get that lingerie and the cocktail dress cleaned and be here in the kitchen wearing it all when I get home from work"

"Alright, I'll be ready."

She looked at the clock, then leaned over me, put her hand inside my bra, squeezed my breast and gave me a quick kiss.

"If you change your mind just don't be wearing those things when I get home."

She squeezed my other breast. "If you really liked what we did before, I think you'll love this."

She paused at the door to put her dress on. I got up and helped her then zipped her up.

I asked, "Katy, the panties or the thong?"

"Surprise me. You look good in either, but I think you're more comfortable in the panties."

She kissed me again, a quick but affectionate peck. She quickly pressed her palm to my sex through my panties and said, "I'll text you when I leave the office so you'll have time to stop playing with yourself and pull your panties up before I get here."

She was gone with a swirl of her skirt, leaving me there with my mouth hanging open.

I'd already had the lingerie and dress cleaned. It was a bit embarrassing to bring the lingerie in to the dry cleaners, especially considering how both the panties and thong were were wet. But I'd had the dress too and brought in few other items that needed cleaning so I wasn't standing at the counter handing over just a satin lingerie set to them. Besides, I kept telling myself, they must see this sort of thing all the time. The woman at the counter made no comment as she listed the items and gave me my claim check.

I didn't expect Katy in until long after I'd gone to sleep. I had to masturbate several times pretty hard to get to sleep. And decided that I was going to have to let Ginny out tomorrow or I'd never make it through the day.

I keep mentioning Ginny. Let's go back six years and talk about how she came to be.

FLASHBACK: THE CREATION OF GINNY

Ginny was born in 2005. She was originally named Jeanie, the name of a canine puppy Brian and I both knew. Brian gave Ginny what I think of as her real name in 2006, just months before he died.

As I've said, I'm submissive. Sexually and socially. I've learned to control situations, to some degree, so people can't manipulate me by my submissiveness. I'm pretty successful in ordinary social situations. I guess I should be, I've been doing it since my late teens. Taught by my adoptive parent's and by Nancy, even more so after she got her license as a social worker, and by Brian. I am and was submissive and wanted, and still want, someone to dominate me.

I was disappointingly successful in sexual situations. My boyfriends before Brian mostly never figured it out. I did have a reputation for being "easy." If they'd had any idea how easy I could have been if they'd known how to tell me what to do. Anyway, then there was Brian. He understood, as best he could, and accepted that I was that way. He even tried to be what I needed. But his parent's brought him up to respect women and he couldn't do it very well. He was never certain of himself and in this game you needed to be certain. We tried maids and cheerleaders and other things. While I easily played the submissive, he couldn't really give me orders and it really broke the mood for me to have to keep telling him what to tell me to do.

We watched porn movies from time to time and sometimes acted out what we saw there. Shortly after we moved into our house we were watching one that featured human pets. It was in a mock documentary style, mostly an excuse to present ten or fifteen minute segments of various sorts of pet play. Pony girls and boys, puppies, dogs, cats, kittens. All of that. Most of it didn't do anything for either of us but when it hit the section on puppy girls my pulse quickened and I started to squirm.

We were sitting on the floor in the living room with our backs against the couch, both of us in just our underwear and we'd been drinking a little. Not drunk, but more than a little buzzed. Brian noticed me squirming. "You like that baby?" "Um..." I'd barely heard him, staring at the screen. A nude woman with a collar on and a butt plug with a tail on. She was on hands and knees taking commands from a fully dressed man. Sit, beg, fetch. I slipped my hand in my panties and started rubbing. I was barely aware Brian was even there. I was fully wound up in just seconds.

We'd lived at his parent's for most of a year while our house was being built. They had been raising a puppy, named Jeannie, while we were there. I loved that puppy. I wanted to be her and I'd told Brian so several times. Her joy at being alive, no responsibilities, able to get away with mischief and it being excused because she was "just a puppy." And Brian knew how to give dogs orders. He had a flash of inspiration.

He stood up and said, in a totally uncharacteristic commanding tone of voice, "Jeannie! Sit."

I gasped, looking up at him. My hand still in my panties. I started rubbing harder. He towering over me looking stern.

I tried to say something, but all that came out was "Uh, uh, uh, oh, oh, oh Oh, OH MY GOD."

I came hard, rolled onto my knees, put my chest against his legs, my hand still working my pussy, and pushed myself up him until my mouth reached his hand. I started licking it.

He stroked my hair, pet me on the head would be more accurate, and said again, "Jeannie! I said sit!"

I knelt, spread my legs, put both hands on the floor between them, and looked up at him again.

"Good girl."

We were both breathing hard at that point. He licked his lips, deciding what to do next. He glanced back at the screen, and I followed his eye. The girl was begging while he waved his cock in her face, just out of her reach. She barked.

We looked back at each other. I got up into "beg," and barked at him.

He whispered, "My God, look at you."

In another tone of voice it would have sent me, figuratively and maybe even literally, into hiding. But it was an expression of awe. I broke "beg" for a second, jammed my face in his crotch and sniffed. Then went back into "beg" and barked again. He pushed his boxers off his hips then stepped out of them. We both glanced at the screen. The girl was licking the guys cock then he jammed it into her mouth. I turned back and started licking him. I opened my mouth and he forced himself in. He'd never done that before. He'd always waited for me to take him. I almost gagged, he pulled out, looking concerned.

He started "Sorry, I..."

I cut him off with a growl, then licked him again. It wasn't that I couldn't take him in, I just hadn't been ready. He plunged in again. He pulled all the way out and stepped back, just out of reach.

"Beg."

I did. I whimpered. I barked. Just like that puppy had when it wanted something but wasn't allowed to have it. Had to wait to have it.

He said "Roll over."

He was hard as stone. I couldn't believe he was putting off getting blown to give me orders. It was so totally uncharacteristic of him. Always before once he was in my mouth he stayed there until he finished. I was so turned on I could feel how sodden my panties were. But I managed to obey. I rolled over and came back to the "beg" pose. I barked again.

"Down on all fours."

I took the position. He unfastened my bra and let it slide down my arms. I felt my breasts swing free. He hooked his thumbs in my panties and pushed them down to my knees. He picked up one knee then the other and pulled my panties off my legs. I was now nude on the floor below him.

He walked in front of me, but a couple of feet out of reach. He looked around for something to throw, then noticed my panties still in his hand. He waved them in my face then tossed them across the room and said "Fetch."

I did, feeling my swollen pussy lips rubbing each other as I ran. I got to the panties, lowered my face to pick them up, then smelled myself on them. I started to come again, right there on my hands and knees, without even touching myself. I fell on chest, my nose pressed into my wet panties, my ass in the air. I spread my legs and jammed the fingers of one hand into my pussy and beat on my clit with the other.

I came again.

"Jeannie, Fetch!"

I just made noises, something like "Oh, oh, uh, oh."

Got myself together, picked up the panties in my mouth and forced myself back up on all fours. I ran over to him and dropped them on the floor in front of him and begged again. We played for an hour. I sucked him off several times, played with myself, did tricks. Fetch, roll over, beg, speak and whatever else he could think of. We finished up with fucking, doggy style then fell asleep on the carpet.

Needless to say, we did this again. Once a week, usually on a weekend evening, for several hours. After that first weekend we went to a fetish store and bought a collar, leash, and butt plug tail. Things worked, but neither of us were entirely satisfied with the results. We tried several of each but never got anything we were completely happy with. We solved the collar and leash problem by going to an actual pet store.

Brian was supremely able to ignore what people though of him or what he was doing. So we spent forty minutes standing in the aisle, attracting a small crowd, while he put collars on me, adjusted them, asked me how they felt, and tried again. I was bright red the whole time and thankful I'd worn a skirt rather than pants or shorts. I'd quickly soaked my panties and I'm sure I'd have soaked through anything that hugged my crotch. Eventually he found one he liked and I agreed it was comfortable. A richly black fabric one with chromed metal parts. It's the one I still use, and it still looks new.

He clicked on the leash and led me to the cash register. There were a number of comments, some openly disapproving, some very sexist, all of it embarrassing. But making me so hot. If he'd told me to I'd have gone down on him right there at the cash register. He paid, with the disapproving look of the cashier, then lead me to the car. It was the most amazing thing he'd ever done to me. I started playing with myself the moment we were in the car. I came twice on the way home.

When we pulled into the garage I jumped out, threw off my clothes, and leaning my ass against the work bench in front of the car, holding myself up with one hand, pushed my fingers of my other inside myself and started fucking. Brian climbed out of the car and stood watching me for a minute.

He saw me just about to come and yelled "Jeannie! Bad girl. Sit!"

I stared at him, actually rubbing harder. He took on that new commanding tone of voice, picked up the end of the leash, still attached to my collar, gave it a firm tug and said "Bad girl. Down!"

It took all my will to pull my fingers out. I stood there breathing hard, gulping air. He held the leash in his hand just watching me. I slowly went down on my knees into my "sit" pose and honest to goodness whimpered.

He said, "Good girl," and led me up to the bedroom for another night of play time.

The tail was a more difficult problem. Since I was being a puppy I was pretty active. Running, jumping on the furniture, jumping up on him, rolling over and so forth. But the tail plugs kept popping out and pausing to put it back in tended to break the mood. We knew some people didn't use tails and some attached them to a belt or harness rather than using butt plugs.

We tried those but didn't like them. Brian didn't like the harnesses breaking up the smoothness of my skin, especially when he stroked me from head to tail. And I didn't want to wear anything at all except the collar. I'm not sure why, but I never considered the tail in my ass to be "wearing" something.

We tried a lot of tails, from very cheap to very expensive. Some fell out at something as simple as sitting up to beg or even just standing there on all fours. Some stayed in better. But ultimately they all popped out

But, Brian was a genius mechanical designer. He was pretty well off financially, because of his family. So he only worked on problems that interested him. Usually the sorts of problems that people thought could not be solved. Sometimes he agreed that the problem couldn't be solved and wouldn't take the job. But his track record, for jobs he'd actually took, was 100%. When one of the tails popped out while I was jumping up on the bed, and it had taken him five minutes to find it, he decided that keeping my tail in was a problem that interested him.

We spent several very odd afternoons with me bottom less or nude kneeling on his desk with my ass up and my chest down while he thoroughly examined my anus inside and out. I was up there for hours the first time while he probed and measured and I don't know what all else. He kept sticking things in me and taking them out again. Including all the tail plugs we'd been using and a number of others we'd used since we started. I could hear him muttering to himself as he usually did when he was into any interesting job. I'd just never been the "interesting job" before.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 04



He was so into the work that he just plain didn't notice my very visible arousal, except when he had to tell me to stop wiggling.

Finally he said "OK, V. I think that will do it. Say, you're dripping on my desk!"

With my head still on desk I said, "Brian, step back and look at the position you've had me in for the last four hours."

He did. "Oh, sorry darling. Let's take care of that."

He kept me in that position and went down on me. Though, in the position I was in, it was more going "up" on me. I mostly kept my position, but when I came I did knocked a few things off the desk.

He went through several designs then several prototypes. We did the master and puppy game every time a new prototypes came in from the shop he used. It took several months. He had other work during that time, but he kept coming back to this project. He wanted it to slip in easily but then be impossible for it to fall out. Since we occasionally played overnight, it had to be comfortable for extended wear. It turned out he did a better job on that then he knew on that front. Over design was standard procedure for him.

His design was fairly small going in or coming out, then changed shape and expanded inside to lock it in place. He also wanted the wearer to be able to control it with their ass muscles. Basically he wanted me to be able to wag it without wagging my entire bottom. This caused him to study some anatomy, something he normally had no use for.

It did take a little practice to get used to it. When it first expanded you'd get the mild sensation that you needed to take a dump. Not overpowering and I soon learned the difference between really needing to and the sensation the plug created and learned to ignore it. The expansion and retraction was controlled by a button like on a cheep pen. Depress the button and the point comes out and the button stays down. Then depress it again and it point retracts and the button stays up. For the down position on the tail the button ended up inside a little pocket, big enough to get your finger into, but small enough so it didn't get accidentally pressed.

But he wasn't done. He tried various tail ideas, but finally settled on an long black rubber like one, textured to look a bit like hair. We tried actually furry ones, but they got wet from me or with cum and were a pain to clean. Once we settled on rubber he also designed this himself. Both the material and it's performance. This was a very happy time for me. I spent a lot of time as the puppy while he had me perform tricks to be sure the plug stayed in and the tail waved around the way he liked.

I spent an afternoon on my back on his desk wearing nothing below the waist holding my knees to my chest while he tried prototypes of the expanding mechanism, putting them in, expanding them, tugging on them, contracting them, and taking them out over and over again and asking me how each one felt. Again, I was dripping fairly quickly, but he couldn't help by notice because I was dripping on the things he was testing. He dried me off with a towel from time to time.

He'd selected the winner among the prototype mechanisms and tails. He put the two winners together, put them in and said "I think that's the best match. Get down on all fours and try to wag your tail."

I did, trying to figure out which muscles would wag the tail when I heard his zipper go down. He grabbed me by the hips and plowed into me in one motion, no finesse at all. He pounded into me, pressing the tail into my ass on each stroke in.

"How does that feel?"

I was surprised, but really not all that surprised, that he was still conducting tests! I laughed outright at that and told him it felt wonderful. He came with a grunt then twitched in an out a few more times before falling back the floor.

"Play with yourself. I want to watch." I knew that he meant he wanted to watch how the tail moved, so I stayed on my knees and started in on myself.

When I came I looked back and saw that he'd gotten up on his knees and was looking very closely at how the tail moved.

"Does that feel OK when you come, V? Doesn't pinch or hurt from the contractions?"

"No, dear, it all feels good."

He noticed that, even though I'd come, I was still rubbing myself.

"You're not done?"

I replied "Fuck no. But my arm is getting tired. You do me."

He took over. He was good at it and brought me off quickly. I stayed on all fours, walking around the house, took a nap, climbing or jumping on and off the furniture. It was getting on towards dinner time when he asked me about thirty questions about comfort over time, and especially how I'd felt when I woke up.

He had one final version made, combining all the best features of all the prototype plugs and tails. I looked back fondly on that period. Not just because of the sex and all the puppy time but also because I got to see something of how he worked. All the times I spent there with my ass in the air while he described what he was looking for and some measurement he was taking would remind him of some job he'd done and tell me of some of his work experiences. We only got to play with the final product a couple of times before he died.

We'd also spent time on how I sounded. He got recording of puppies and dogs and I worked at it for those months he'd been designing the tail. I could make sounds that were indistinguishable from a canine puppy and practiced them so thoroughly that, when I was the puppy, I did it without really trying.

The very first time we played with the final version he had me on hands and knees and he'd just put the tail in.

I turned around to face him and he said "Jeannie, sit!"

Instead, I got up my knees, hands on hips. "Brian..."

He hadn't expected that. It yanked him out of the game. "Huh?"

"Brian, honey. Let's find another name. We've finally got everything just right. The collar is comfortable, the tail is too and, well, it's turning me on. I love it. I love it all. We're finally going to be able to play without anything interrupting us. I think I'm going to really, really, get into this. I don't want to be reminded of Jeannie. I want a puppy name of my own."

He sat on the couch thinking. I guess he wasn't as totally yanked out of the game as I'd thought.

Absentmindedly he said, "Sit."

Equally absentmindedly I went into my puppy sit pose. Then realized what I'd done and giggled. He looked at me and laughed out loud.

"You're sure you're not already there, Virginia?" Then he said "Virginia... well..." He thought again for a minute. Remember when you told me you hated the nick name 'Ginny'? You said it was because you thought it sounded like a name for a pet or a little kid. Well, you're a pet. A puppy. How about 'Ginny'?"

My turn to think. I did hate "Ginny." But for the puppy me? I looked over my shoulder at myself the full length mirror. The mirror in our bedroom was more that just full length. It covered most of that wall, interrupted only by the doors to the bathroom suite and the walk in closet. And even those had mirrors on them. I could see the whole room, and all of me. I tried flexing my anus muscles and watched my tail twitch up and down and imagined running around being called "Ginny."

I said, "Say it."

He stood up and said "Ginny, beg."

That did it! I went right into puppy space, dropped down on all fours, lowered my chest close to the floor, raised my ass as high as I could, shook it to wag my tail, barked at him, and ran out the bedroom door. Ginny had been born, and in a fit of misbehavior at that.

The puppy game, as I often thought of it, wasn't only about sex. Even when Brian was alive. That first night there was a great deal of very good sex. And a lot of the times we played, especially if it was only for an hour or so, the session would be dominated by sex. But we also did it for longer periods and there would be hours of just being Ginny. Playing with toys, sleeping at his feet, sitting at his side while he worked or even just wandering around the house by my self whether he was home or not. A few times I greeted him at the door to the garage as Ginny. A lot of the time it was just the escape of being her.

I'd put Ginny away for a couple of years after Brian died, then had a very bad couple of months. Trouble with the house, repairmen, broken down car, IRS audit. As I sat in my kitchen one day crying I recalled a similar bad time years ago where Brian had suggested I be Ginny for awhile to relax. I had, and it had worked. So I'd, so to speak, taken Ginny out of the box. I became her from time to time. Sometimes masturbating but a lot of the time not. I'd just be her for a while.

So, let's return now to 2011...



Ginny and Katy Pt. 05



Tuesday, December 13, 2011, Ginny and Barbie

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I was pretty distracted all day. In the afternoon I laid out the lingerie set and dress on my bed and checked everything carefully for wrinkles. I sat in the kitchen and carefully polished the shoes then put them on the island, an inch apart, so they wouldn't get scuffed.

When everything was ready I went up to my room and got the box with my puppy things. I tossed my squeaky toy and tennis ball on the floor, stripped off, pinned my hair back, put on my collar, and put in my tail. I stood looking in the mirror for a few seconds, then got on all fours and ran after the tennis ball. I'd set an alarm, as usual, so I could just wallow in being Ginny. I played for over an hour, tossing the ball by batting it across the room then fetching it. Laying down squeaking the toy. Rolling around. Everything I'd seen that puppy do.

Getting into Ginny usually just took a few seconds. I could get out of her equally quickly, if necessary. Such as if someone came to the door. But if I wanted to retain the joy of having been her, it took a little time.

I was laying on the floor on my belly squeaking my toy when the alarm went off. I dropped the toy, slowly rolled over on my back and extended my arms and legs in a star fish. Over the years I'd established this as the way to let Ginny fall away gently. Let Virginia rise happily to the surface. I stared at the ceiling listening to the alarm and feeling Ginny recede.

I know that different people have different ways to get into and out of their pet space, their pet mind set. And that being there is different for different pets. For me, I never completely loose myself. Being aware that I'm Ginny, more or less watching her play and sometimes directing her, is a great joy for me. Sometimes I decide what Ginny will do, but most of the time I sort of just watch her. A bit like someone watching a puppy play.

After a few minutes I stood up, took off the collar, took out the tail, cleaned and put everything away and faced the mirror and said to myself, "Virginia, darling. Time to be the perfect toy."

I was now four. I showered, shaved, and carefully trimmed my pubic hair, both for shape and length. We had talked about how she liked it, which was pretty close to how I'd kept it for years. So I now did it to please her, which itself pleased me. I did up my hair then applied bright red nail polish to toes and fingers. I wandered around the house, nude of course, letting the polish harden. Then did my make up, ending with lipstick that matched my nails.

It was around five when I got dressed. Along with the lingerie and cocktail dress I added my pearl necklace, earrings, and bracelet. I didn't put on my panties but carried them as I went down to the kitchen. I spread them carefully on the island beside my shoes. I didn't want to get the panties wet from my arousal or accidentally scuff the shoes.

I'd masturbated three times today, I'd spent over an hour as Ginny. I felt both relaxed and excited. I planned to come once more, quickly and hard, just before Katy got home. I didn't want to come the first time she touched me or the first pose she had me take. By five thirty I found myself sitting on a folded towel on one of the stools at the island, my skirt arranged to hang off the stool. I didn't want to sit on it, I might wrinkle it or my pussy might drip on it. My legs are spread wide, I'm gently rubbing myself with one hand, playing with my bush with the other, occasionally brushing the tip of my clit. Keeping myself hot so I can come quickly. My cell phone is on the island.

Finally the message tone sounded. The text read "Barbie, I'm on my way." It only took me a second to realize that "Barbie" set a somewhat different tone. I wasn't just her dress up doll. I was the classic dress up doll.

I texted back, "I'll be ready." put the phone down and started in on myself hard, being careful not to mess up my nail polish. I wanted a quick, tension relieving orgasm. And I got it. A quick run up, a body clenching climax, freely screaming into the echoing kitchen. I leaned on to the edge of the island while it passed.

I gave myself a minute to recover then dried myself with the towel I'd been sitting on, then trotted over to the sink to wash up, dry myself vigorously, apply a quick touch of perfume to my sex, behind my ears and between my breasts. I took my time enjoying the cool black satin panties slide up my legs and into place, adjusting them so they fit just right. I reached into my dress and adjusted my bra and seated my breasts perfectly in the cups. I ran into the living room and quickly checked my makeup, hair, stocking seams and the fall of the dress in the full length mirror. Then struck the pose I planned to use. As I stood there looking at myself I realized that I'd never prepared so carefully before in my life. Not for any date. Maybe for my wedding, but it would be a tie. I ran back into the kitchen and carefully stepped into my shoes.

I'd debated with myself over and over all day about how she'd first see me. Sitting, standing, kneeling, laying down. My legs crossed, side by side, open. A chair, on the island. Arms behind my head, a pose I'd seen in movies, at my sides, clasped in front of me or behind me. But now I brushed it all aside.

Being called "Barbie" had conjured up an image in my mind. The way a brand new Barbie doll looked before you opened the package. I positioned myself directly in line with the door to the garage, about ten feet away from it. Back straight, ankles as close together as they could get without my shoes touching. Knees the same. My arms fully extended by my sides, hands just far enough away from my legs to let my skirt hang freely. I was ready. I relaxed just a bit. I only had to wait a few minutes.

I heard the garage door open, her car come in, then the door close. As the door knob in front of me turned I straightened up then added a bit of a curve to my back to thrust my breasts out. I put a calm, hopefully pretty, expression on my face and stared directly ahead. The door opened and she froze as she stepped in. She looked me over, and broke into a wide smile. I tried, not entirely successfully, to keep a straight face and continue to look straight ahead. She stepped forward to put her briefcase and purse on the island then stood, hands on hips, and looked me over. As she walked around me she ran her hand over my backside. Lovingly, gently. I shivered.

She stood in front of me, and said, sort of reverently, "My God, Virginia. You're absolutely beautiful."

I said, "Thank you."

She responded, "You remembered. But let's not have much of that. Dolls don't talk."

She reached behind me and pulled on the tab on my zipper and leaned towards me, putting her face very close to mine. I could feel her breath as she whispered, "Unless you pull their string."

She lifted my skirt then ran a finger down the front of my panties into the valley where they disappeared between my legs. It took all my effort not to open my legs or moan at her touch. I may have purred just a bit because she smiled again. She let the skirt drop and ran the finger up my front, tickling my belly button through the dress, then over my breasts. Rubbed briefly where my nipples were just hard enough to be barely visible. They got much harder. She stood back.

"Perfectly symmetrical. Just like Barbie always is. Very impressive."

I did smile at that and, for a moment, looked into her eyes then looked straight ahead again.

She picked up her purse, walked around me to her usual chair at the kitchen table and sat down.

"Come here, Barbie. Stand in front of me."

I did and stood quivering slightly with excitement. "Lift your skirt way up."

I did and she pulled my panties down to my stocking tops and pushed my legs apart. Then reached into her purse and removed what looked like a short vibrator and three, well, objects. They were all flesh colored and sort of shapeless. Smooth, curved, on one side. She showed me the other side of one of them. It looked like a vague reverse mold of a clitoris. A short wire and what appeared to be a water tight plug hung from each.

She said "I wasn't sure what as the right size for you, so we'll just have to try till we get the right one."

She spread my lower lips and tried the first one. It was cool, at least as compared to how warm I was down there. I drew a breath and looked down. She looked up.

"Eyes straight ahead, Barbie. Remember, you're a toy."

I snapped my head up and looked into the distance.

"Too small," she said and tried the next.

"Perfect." She plugged the... I assumed it was a vibrator... into the vibrator shaped thing and pushed that up inside me until I closed around it. She dried me with a tissue from the table, then held the other part in place over my clit while she pulled up my panties. She ran her hand over the front and down between my legs.

"They were right. It just makes your mound a bit bigger. Looks good."

She stood up and took what was clearly a remote control out of her purse.

"I know you like to adjust your panties just so. And you'll want to do the dress too."

She walked towards the door to the living room. "Go ahead, then come in here."

She left me in the kitchen. I adjusting my sex and ass cheeks and the leg holes and finally the waist line until the panties felt perfect to me. I settled the dress again, including adjusting my bra and breasts.

I took a deep breath and walked into the living room. She was sitting on the couch.

"Please walk around. Bend over or reach up here and there. Touch things. Adjust things. Be domestic, but move slowly and deliberately. Show off your body."

I started around the room. Adjusting things here and there. I reached up to the top of the book case to move some silk flowers, knowing it would give her a glimpse of my stocking tops and garter tabs. Then bent over the coffee table to move the candy dish a few inches, making my breasts hang down and letting her see down the top of my dress. I bent over from the waist to move the books on the bottom shelf, showing her the tops of my stocking, my garters, and the bottom of my panties. I spread my legs so she could see into my crotch.

I saw her pick up the remote. She seemed about to press a button on it then stopped.

"Virginia."

I said "Huh?"

I'd been reaching far up, showing my panties to her, and feeling sexy about it. When she used my real name it had broken the mood for me. Instead of feeling sexy flashing my panties, I felt that I was doing something just a little wrong. The feeling passed in a moment. After all, we'd been going around wearing little or nothing for weeks. Still, I dropped my hands, pulled down my skirt and turned to face her.

"Katy?"

She looked serious. "Do you know what a 'safe word' is?"

"Yes, Do you think we need one?"

"Probably not right now, but it's best to be... well... safe. My, uh, playmates and I have always just used the phrase 'time out.' That stops everything. For example, if someone had put a vibrator inside you..."

She put her thumb over a button on the remote. "...and turned it on so high you couldn't take it..."

Her thumb moved. I gasped and fell to my knees, my hands flew to my crotch, pressing hard. But she'd actually turned if off before I even got to the floor. She waited for me to look back at her.

"...you could say 'time out' and that someone would turn it off so you could talk about it."

I stood back up, a bit unsteadily, feeling as if I'd almost come. I looked at her and giggled.

She smiled back and said, "Understand?"

"Yes, wow."

"You can continue, Barbie. In a minute or so let your dress fall off. Pretend you didn't notice it happen. Just keep on with what you're doing."

I continued around the room, making tiny adjustments here and there and wondering how I'd do what she said. The dress was too tight to get off without unzipping it. Well, maybe... I reached behind me, with my back to her, stretched like a cat, and scratched my back slowly, then turned facing her and did it again, but this time pulling down my zipper. Scratched my sides then continued.

A minute later, with my back to her again, I slipped one shoulder off, letting it hang on the inside of my elbow. The dress slipped down far enough on that side to show my bra cup. I moved a couple of other things then slipped off the other shoulder and took two books from in front of me. Then reached down to put them on a lower shelf. The dress slid down, the shoulder straps catching on the books. As I put them on the shelf, I let the straps slip over my hands. I was partially bent over so the dress caught on my hips. I mimed changing my mind, took the two books back off the lower shelf and stretched up on tip toes to put them on the very top shelf. When I got fully straight up I wiggled my hips a little and the dress slipped off and pooled at my feet.

I heard Katy from behind me. "Perfect. Thank you."

I smiled at that, finished with the books, turned, and walked across the room directly towards her, swinging my hips and feeling my breasts bounce. She had her jeans open, one hand inside her panties rubbing herself slowly. I dropped to my knees on the other side of the coffee table, leaned over showing my cleavage, and started taking the candies out of the dish there, sorting them by colors, creating little piles of each. Except the red ones. I dropped those in my cleavage. When I was done I scooped them all back into the dish, centered it on the table, and continued around the room, taking a candy from my cleavage every few steps and making a show of putting each one on my extended tongue and taking it into my mouth. I wanted to rub myself, but resisted.

She said "When you finish the candy, take off the bra. But keep carrying it. Play with it as you walk around."

I kept on around the room. After I'd eaten the last candy, I turned so she could watch and searched inside my bra for another, then reached around and unclasped it. I pulled it away from my body and pretended to search inside the cups. I took it off and lifted my breasts feeling under them. I shrugged and continued with my task of adjusting things in the room.

When I needed both hands I'd put one of the straps in my mouth letting the bra hang down my front.

"That was very nice. When you come across your dress, pick it up, then fold it and your bra neatly and put them on the coffee table."

I continued around the room again, for what seemed the hundredth time then pretended to trip over the dress. I picked it up, walked over to the coffee table and bent over so she could watch my breasts dangle beneath me. I noticed when I did that she was now moving her hand much more quickly inside her panties.

I carefully folded the dress on the table, then my bra on it, and continued around the room. I caught sight of her in the mirror. She'd pulled her t-shirt and bra up and was massaging her breasts with her free hand. I turned and saw her pick up the remote and press two buttons quickly. I braced for another shock, but it didn't happen. Instead the vibrator on my clit started up pretty gently and the one inside me a bit harder. On the other hand, I was pretty turned on. I could feel my panties were wet. It wasn't a shock, but it did have an effect. I stopped what I was doing for a moment, squeezed my legs together, like I was resisting peeing, and crouched part way down making fists of my hands. I groaned.

She said, "Stand up straight, legs apart, hands behind your head, push your breasts out. Be proud!"

I did, but it was an effort. My legs kept twitching. I wanted to wrap myself around my pussy. She was rubbing herself pretty hard, breathing in gasps. She had the remote in her fist and alternately arched her back and partially relaxed on the couch.

"On your knees! Face the mirror!"

In that position she could see my breasts in the mirror, my satin covered crotch directly, and herself over my left shoulder.

"Hang on!" She pressed another button, dropped the remote, and plunged both hands into her panties. I felt the vibrators both going faster. I looked at myself in the mirror then at her. She was looking at me, my breasts, and my crotch. I started to quiver and was having a hard time staying up. I started making sounds. I held on for a minute, then couldn't stay up. I dropped onto all fours. Being there triggered Ginny just a bit and I whimpered like a dog. I'd have been afraid of Katy noticing if I could spare the attention. Most of my focus was between my legs. The vibrators ran faster and slower then shortly just fast. Very fast. I whimpered again, then growled. I could feel my panties getting wetter and wetter then I came with a screech. And so did Katy. She'd been waiting for me. Or using my reactions to fuel hers. I collapsed on my belly, but the vibrators didn't give up. I was writhing on the floor in one continuous orgasm.

When Katy recovered a bit she slid off the couch and sat watching me, still gently rubbing herself. She pushed another button on the remote and the vibrators slowed a bit. 

"On your back, spread your legs."

I did and, unconsciously, went into the same starfish pose I'd used earlier today. Staring at the ceiling, feeling the orgasm fade, feeling the vibrators slow, feeling how wet I was between my legs and down my thighs. I twitched every few seconds, and had a couple more small orgasms while I wound down.

Katy crawled over to me, got up on hands and knees and kissed me passionately, playing with my nipples then sliding her hand down my stomach and into my panties. She pulled off the vibrator on my clitoris and started stroking me with her fingers, avoiding touching my incredibly sensitive bud. Very slowly, very gently. Not trying to bring me off, but rather helping to bring me down.

She whispered "Wow, Virginia. Do you need some water? It think you've used it all up down here."

She got to her feet, threw off all her clothes, then helped me stand. I wasn't very steady.

She said, "Thank you. That was just wonderful. You're a perfect perverted Barbie."

Standing like that, I could feel that my panties were totally sodden. My thighs and my stockings too. She knelt in front of me and finished undressing me. We left our clothes on the living room floor, went upstairs to shower together, and fell into bed for the rest of the night.

Before we actually went to sleep, she asked "Are you alright? You don't feel too degraded?"

I said "Isn't being degraded part of the game? I don't see how it would work if I didn't."

"Right, yes, you're right. I mean do you feel too degraded."

"I assure you Katy, I enjoyed it all immensely. I look forward to doing it again. Maybe in a few weeks. That's an amazing toy you found."

"Well, we wouldn't have to use that, of course. But yes, we should wait awhile. I won't feel any need to do it again for quite a while. But we could do it sooner if you want."

We fell asleep before we'd decided anything.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 06



I originally started this story for myself and organized it as a simple linear series of dated entries. If this were a printed book, the dated entries would be chapters. I told a friend I'd been dabbling in writing and she asked to see it. She suggested should try to publish it.

Since I'd been inspired to write from reading Literotica, I decided to publish here. I'd planned to put those dated entries, as chapters, on Literotica that way. If you've been reading the story, you may have noticed that some of those entries are pretty short. I think the shortest is around 300 words.

To satisfy the Literotica 1,500 word minimum I had to group these entries into parts containing multiple dated entries.

I've been trying to break the parts such that there's a sex scene at or near the end of each part. But to make the parts of reasonable size some of them just don't break up that way. This, part six, is one of those.

But keep on! Hopefully the events of Part Seven will make it worth the wait. I'm submitting six and seven more or less back-to-back. Hopefully they won't appear too far apart.

Thanks everyone for reading, voting, commenting and giving me feedback.

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Wednesday, December 14, 2011, Submission

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Most mornings I'm up about an hour and a half before Katy. If she's sleeping with me, she usually wakes when I get out of bed. And, usually, I kiss her and tell her to go back to sleep. She's got time before she needs to get ready for work.

I threw on a robe, but didn't bother to close it. I went downstairs and noticed our clothes scattered around the living room. I'd pick them up later. The dress and my lingerie set would need to go to the cleaners. Again.

I went to the kitchen to start coffee. I was at the table, eating some toast and drinking coffee when Katy came in, nude but with all her clothes under one arm. She had my panties from last night in her other hand. She was sniffing them, then tasted them. My breath caught watching her. She heard me, then looked directly into my eyes and licked them again, slowly and sexily. My mouth was hanging open and I wasn't breathing. She smiled and tossed them back into the living room.

She got coffee and sat at the table. "I wondered about those last night. They were so wet I was sure you'd peed in them. But you didn't."

"No, that's just me being really turned on."

"I'm surprised you got so wet in such a short time."

I look at her in surprise. She looked back and said, "What?"

"Katy, you had me strutting around that living room for two hours, then another forty-five minutes after you started the vibrators. Of course they're soaked."

"Really? That was two hours? Amazing, it seemed to just take a few minutes."

She drank coffee, looking at me while she did so.

"Take off your robe, dear."

I stood, took it off, draped it on the back of the chair, and sat down again.

"You really are quite submissive, Virginia."

I was embarrassed by the comment. But my nipples hardened and my pussy stirred.

"Yes." I paused. "Do you want..." I trailed off, unable to finish the sentence.

She said "'Do I want to be your Dom? Your Mistress?'"

"Yes."

"Do you want me to?"

I said, "I'm afraid of pain. I was badly abused as a child. Maybe that's why I'm so submissive, but whatever the reason, I don't want to be hurt."

She looked puzzled for a second then said, "Being dominant, being a Dom, isn't the same as being a Dominatrix. Well, they can be, but they don't have to be. I don't do it that way. Oh, I can be a Dominatrix if that's what my lover wants, but I prefer that she just obey because she wants to, not because she afraid of a beating."

She stopped for a moment, then, "And for that matter, a Dominatrix doesn't have to use pain either, they just sort of stereo-typically do. And... Well... that's confusing too. If you're in the scene, even if you're beating your Sub, it's still because they want you to, but you're both pretending the Sub is being forced to..."

She trailed off to silence and looked thoughtful. She reached over and took my coffee cup out of my hand and took a sip from it. Then reached across and fed me some of hers. Finally, gave me back mine and continued drinking hers.

She asked, "What did you think of that?"

I stammered, "Um, I don't know."

"Did it turn you on?"

"Yes."

"See? It can all be terribly complicated. I don't know how I knew that would turn you on, but I did. Maybe because I knew it would turn me on."

I glanced down and noticed her nipples were hard.

She continued, "There are wheels within wheels. And it can be very complicated. I lot of people like it that way. But I like to keep things simpler than a lot of D/s relationships. Basically, 'Dom say, Sub do.' No threats, no pain, no anything. Well, unless we've worked out something we both think will be fun. If you disobey, we play out whatever punishment we've agreed to. The worst that can happen is we stop. Temporarily or permanently."

I said "Yes."

"'Yes?'"

"Yes, I want to be your Sub."

I had this "There, I said it" feeling. And although I certainly trusted her, I was still afraid of what she was going to do with me. Not "to me," I was sure she wouldn't hurt me. Had I just wrecked our relationship? Or taken it to the next step? And what about Ginny? Katy looked a bit surprised.

I said, "What do I do now?"

She looked at the clock and said, "So little time."

She stood and reached for her panties. Dressing in the kitchen, for either of us, wasn't unusual. But she stopped with them her in her hand. She tossed them to me. I caught them, looked at them for a few seconds, then looked up at her.

She smiled, "Dress me."

I knelt in front of her and put her panties on her, lifting one foot at a time to do so. I slid them up her legs and gave her a quick kiss just above her slit before pulling them into place.

She handed me her jeans and I did the same, including the kiss. Her socks and sneakers next. I tied them, then stood up.

I put her bra on her arms, giving each nipple a quick kiss, and was about to step around to fasten it in back when she stopped me.

"No, reach around to do it from in front."

I did, more or less hugging her in the process, my breasts pushing against hers. Finally, I put her t-shirt on her.

She adjusted her clothes a bit here and there and said, "Thank you, dear."

I asked, "Thank you?"

She said, "You're my submissive, not my slave. Of course I thank you."

She looked down into my eyes for a moment then said, "You've just performed your first task as my submissive. How does it feel?"

"I want to play with myself."

"Go ahead. Enjoy it. I have to go. We'll talk more about this later. You've presented me with a situation I've never been in before. All my subs have been temporary."

I asked, "Betty?"

She smiled, "No, Betty isn't a sub. Well, she is, sometimes, but not mine. Well that's complicated too. Everyone is an individual, baby. I try not to make people fit my pattern."

I said "OK."

She looked thoughtful for a moment, still looking down into my eyes. "I'll have to think about what to..." She smiled, reached down, quickly ran her finger through my lower lips, and pressed hard on my mostly retracted clit "...do with you."

Keeping her finger on my clit, not moving, just pressing on it, she gave me a long, deep kiss. She broke the kiss and walked away, putting the finger she'd just had in me in her mouth. Once she'd liked it clean she picked up her brief cases and paused with her hand on the door to the garage.

"I thought you said you wanted to play with yourself?"

"Yes, I do."

"And I told you to go ahead."

"Um..."

"Now, Virginia. Start now."

"Oh!"

I ran my hands across my belly then slid one down into my bush and the other up to my breasts. I spread my legs a bit and started rubbing myself.

She said, "Good girl. Text me when you're finished. Tell me how many times you came."

I continued for a long time after she'd driven away. I came three times before I could clear my mind enough to stop. I had to wash the floor from where I'd dripped on it and take another shower to clean myself.

I texted her "Three times."

She sent back "I did once the moment I got to work. I'll have to again in a few minutes. Have a good day."

When she got home she begged off talking, just asking me again if I was sure and telling me to think about what this meant to me. And that we'd talk on Friday night when she got home from work. She didn't want to have work the next day hanging over our heads since she felt pretty sure this would be a long late-into-the-night conversation.

I think that was the truth, but I also think that she wanted to take a couple of days to see how I'd react to a few orders. Would I be offended or insulted or have some other negative reaction? I wondered about that too, but was pretty sure I'd be loving all of it.

Thursday, December 15, 2011, Testing

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For the next two days, nothing changed in the nature of our cohabitation. She continued to do her share of the house work, shopping, and everything else. But sometimes she said things as orders rather than suggestions or requests. Then watched to see how I'd react.

When she'd come in from work I was in the kitchen reading. Nude, as I often was. She undressed, again, nothing unusual. Then walked over to where I was sitting, spread her legs and said, "Lick me." I slid off the chair, knelt in front of her, buried my face in her crotch, all in one motion almost as if I'd practiced it.

I had my hands on her hips, pulling her to me, as I quickly worked my tongue into her and found her clitoris. I'd learned my lessons well and had her squirming on my face in seconds. She took a few steps back to lean on the island, gripping the edge with both hands. I followed her on my knees and resumed my working on her. She came in less than two minutes.

She slid down and sat on the floor with her back up against the island. I was kneeling right in front of her, wiping her juices off my face and licking it from my fingers.

She said, "Do yourself. Show me."

I sat down, spread my legs, leaned back on one hand to fully expose myself and started working my pussy with the other hand. Then I laid down on my back, my legs open in a wide V with her inside them and used both of my hands to bring myself off just as fast as I'd done her. We both stayed there catching our breath. I was looking at the ceiling.

She asked, in a very serious tone, "Did you enjoy that?"

"Yes."

"You did all the work. You're sure you're satisfied?"

"Yes."

She reached out to stroke me, gently pull on my pubic hair. I jumped at the touch, then moaned.

"Pinch your nipples."

I did. Rubbing them to get them hard, then pinching and pulling at them.

"You're really OK with this?"

I thought a moment. Not about saying "yes" or "no." I knew I'd say "yes." But whether or not to use a word I'd been thinking since she had me leave that dressing room in only my lingerie. I decided, "what the hell," and lifted my head up enough to see her. She was looking between my legs while she played with my bush. She seemed fascinated.

I put my head back down and said "Yes, Mistress."

I felt her hand leave my crotch and was afraid I'd offended her, but when I looked back she was on her hands and knees and approaching my crotch with her face. In a moment I saw her head dip and felt her tongue tracing my outer lips. I put my head back on the floor. I reached down to stroke her hair.

She lifted her head for just a moment and said, "I didn't tell you to stop pinching your nipples."

I smiled and returned my hands to my nipples. She quickly had me squirming on the floor. Once again, very quickly, we both came. I hadn't seen that she'd also been playing with herself.

She dropped to the floor, her head on my belly and said, "You can stop now."

Friday, December 16, 2011, Negotiations

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This was a usual morning for us. Before leaving she said "When you're out today, get a couple of bottles of that wine we both like so much. Our 'talking' wine."

She watched to see how I'd react. I just said, "Yes, Katy."

Early in the morning she sent me a text, "Bringing take out, don't cook. Be nude when I get home."

I hadn't even started planning dinner so that was fine. But I considered my response for some time before sending, "Yes, Mistress."

She was a long time replying, then I received ,"Thanks, baby. That word does things to me. You have to be careful with it. I just had to go frig myself in the ladies room before I could think about anything but last night."

I sent back, "Do you want Barbie?"

I received, "Absolutely not. We have serious things to discuss."

I was tempted to send "Yes, Mistress" again, but took pity on her and just sent, "OK."

I went out to get the wine then spent three hours as Ginny, including eating my lunch out of her bowls on the kitchen floor. Playing in the living room and finally, after bringing my bowls and toys upstairs, falling asleep on the carpet in my bedroom. I'd hadn't broken character even to bring things upstairs. I just made multiple trips since I could only carry one thing at a time in my mouth.

I didn't actually have to do anything to get ready for Katy to arrive home, so I'd set the alarm for five. After I returned to myself I put everything away, took a quick shower and was sitting on the island, with my legs crossed at the ankles, when she came in.

With me sitting up there she had to stand on her toes and I had to lean down so we could kiss. She inhaled deeply while she was close to me.

She said, "You smell good."

"Thank you."

She put the food beside me on the island.

"I'm going to take a quick shower. Why don't you set us up a picnic out on the back lawn?"

I hesitated for a moment. We had never been outside nude. Or, at least, I hadn't in a long time, since before she moved in. She might have sometime when I wasn't home. She was looking closely at me.

I smiled, said, "OK. Please be quick," and jumped down.

She left, I went to the laundry and got a blanket I'd cleaned but hadn't put away yet, gathered the food, opened the back door and stood there looking into the yard. I felt awfully nude, or rather, naked. I recalled an expression I'd heard once. "Nude is artistic, naked is unprotected." Well, that fit how I felt now. I took two steps out onto the back porch and looked around.

Our property is just a bit under a hundred acres. If you look at the front of the house, from the street, the yard, the landscaped section the house sits on, is on the right of all that land. The rest of the property is undeveloped. Brian wanted lots of woods for our kids to play in. There are houses across the street from us, and directly to our right, on the other side of a tall hedge. But past the similar hedge on the left you have to go over five hundred feet before you get to the road that goes up the left side of our property. The rest of the property goes back into the woods.

The landscaped area is enclosed, except for a gap for the driveway, on all four sides by hedges. Those on the sides and the back are eight feet tall, in the front, four feet. The sides and back are each pierced by arbors with the hedges encouraged to follow them. The one on the right, leading to our neighbors yard, has a gate on it. The hedges are quite dense and the gate solid so the yard has good privacy so long as nobody actively tried to see through.

The front yard has a couple of trees but is mostly just grass. The house is fairly close to the neighbor's property so the gap between the house and the hedge over there is only about ten feet. The gap on the other side about twenty. In both cases there are fences, with gates, that ran from the hedge to the side of the house so the back yard really was private.

The back yard is fairly large and includes several small and a couple of large trees. The larger ones were there before the house. Brian had the builders avoid damaging them. The yard has brick walkways, a picnic table, a kids swing set, only ever used by Nancy's children, and a fairly large fish pond.

There really wasn't much risk to going out there nude. And I'd even been out there before, with Brian. It had been a long time now, and I hadn't worried then because I'd put my faith in him. I figured either he was sure we wouldn't be caught or he'd handle it if we were. I took a breath, gathered myself, and stepped down into the yard. I picked a spot near the fish pond, but with a good view of the sky, spread out the blanket and started setting out the food. I went back in for dishes, silverware, cups and the wine.

I was sitting, lotus style, on the blanket when Katy came out of the house. Nude, thankfully. I'd been wondering, this being a conversation about dominance and submission, if she might have dressed to emphasize her dominant position. She settled in the same pose on the other side of the blanket and opened the wine. I held up my glass while she filled it, then filled hers.

We clinked them together and she said, "To the future, whatever it may bring." I noticed that her nipples were hard then realized mine were too.

There's no point going into what we talked about. Most of what we agreed to will come out as the story progresses, and will be more interesting to read that way. In short, I learned a lot about dominance and submission. And bondage and discipline. And sadism and masochism. D/s and BDSM. And the intertwining of them all. I hadn't know, for example, that the "D" and "S" in BDSM" each stood for two words.

In a lot of cases she explained things to see if I was interested or to tell me that she wasn't. Many things she just wouldn't do. Some she'd be willing to do, at least sometimes, if I wanted to. Others were things she actively wanted to do with me. And to me. And I described the sorts of things I did and did not want to experience.

I ended up talking about my biological mother and father and their abuse of Nancy and me and my mothers sexual abuse of me, most of it involving bondage. I explained that while I had some interest in bondage, what I wanted was very limited, very specific, and I could do without it ever happening if she didn't want to.

I emphasized again that I had issues with pain. We talked for hours. It was long after dark when ended on our backs, watching the stars, moderately drunk. But we'd set the parameters for my submission.

We'd even discussed pet play, but she seemed uncomfortable about it so I didn't bring up Ginny. I got the impression she'd done it, though I wasn't clear if she'd been the pet or the owner. But apparently there had been some problem, so I let her lead the discussion to other topics.

We didn't have sex, we were both, in her opinion, too drunk and she had a policy of never having sex drunk. She felt it was impossible to get consent and even if a partner had always said "yes" before, it didn't mean it was "yes" every time. She had her head on my stomach playing with my pubic hair. I was stroking her hair. We did this from time to time, during "pillow talk" or when watching movies. Sometimes reversing positions.

It had started because we were often nude and she was still fascinated that I was blonde down there and it was sparse enough that you could still see everything through it. This could be foreplay, but as with this case, it often was just and expression of intimacy.

I asked, "If you like that so much, why don't you let yours grow?"

She said, "Can't. I had it permanently removed a couple of years ago. Besides, I didn't like playing with mine. I like playing with yours." Short pause. "And Betty's."

I asked, "Betty has a full bush?"

I could hear the smile in her voice. "I should make you check for yourself. No, she had most of hers removed too, but she does have a nice landing strip." She illustrated "landing strip" on me with two fingers.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 06



We fell asleep looking at the stars. Later we pushed all the dishes and bottles and left over food off and rolled ourselves up in the blanket. It was the first time I'd slept outdoors in my life.

We had decided to start in with our dom/sub relationship the next morning.

Saturday, December 17, 2011, Invitation to dinner

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As expected, the dom/sub thing had made some changes in our lives. That was kind of the point, right? But not quite in the ways I'd expected. Even though we'd talked it through, I still visualized submissive as being a lot like being slave. But, at least as done by Katy, it was and it wasn't. She'd tried to make that clear last night, but the pictures in my mind still tended towards slave.

I took over most of her personal domestic tasks. I did her laundry, cleaned her room and sometimes dressed or undressed her, especially if she was going on or coming back from a date. But on the other side, she did more of the household tasks, shopping, cooking, cleaning, than she'd done before. She even took over care of my SUV. Overall, neither of us didn't work any harder, just differently. Basically I spent more time taking care of her and she spent more time taking care of us.

Since she was doing more than her share of tasks outside the house, some that I'd normally pay for, I had a second credit card issued in her name. I surprised her with it after the third time she'd given me a receipt and I'd written her a check. She teared up a bit and promised to be careful. I knew she would, and she never abused it. Every transaction was something I'd have spent money on myself. There were other purchase, but it was always something we'd talked about first.

On the sexual side of our lives, I often brought myself off while she watched and sometimes did her self. Or did her first then did myself while she watched and, sometimes, played with herself. The point being that I brought myself to climax more often than she brought me there. We still had full on mutual sex, but not as often as before. But I was in no way unsatisfied. At first I'd found that odd, but quickly just accepted it. I hadn't realized it so much myself, but I liked having someone, or at least her, watch me.

And she also sometimes told me wear something different, or wear nothing. And I loved every bit of it. A couple of times I'd asked why or even said no. When that came up we took a time out and discussed the situation. Those situations rapidly became very rare. We were both very intelligent, learned fast, and never forgot. We hadn't taken a time out in thee days now.

She did not take over all of the outside the house activities. Part of the reason Nancy had wanted me to have someone live with me was to get me out of the house more. But what I went out for changed. I did her dry cleaning along with mine, for example, which sent me there more often. And we still went out together, even a little more often. And I continued my charitable activities. Sometimes she came along on those.

It was around lunch time when she came in from shopping. She seemed upset. I was nude and she told me to go get dressed appropriately for a a walk around the neighborhood, then she started putting things away.

I asked, "Are you showing me off, or are we just walking?"

That got a smile from her, she looked at me, then scanned me from head to toe.

She said, "Oh, so tempting... But no, we're just going for a walk. Up to the park. Maybe play on the swings a bit."

I said, "OK," and went off to my room to dress. 

By the time I got back, panties, bra, skirt, pull over top, running shoes, she'd finished.

She took my hand and we went out the front door. As I said, Brian had been a mechanical engineer. But he also knew the best folks in other engineering professions. The house was very conveniently automated. As we stepped out the door Katy punched in her "lock up" code. All the exterior doors and windows all through the house closed and locked. We never had to carry house keys or remember to shut windows. There was a hidden in the back yard in case there was a long power failure. We went down the walk, out the driveway, and started off towards the park.

She was still clearly upset, and just as clearly wasn't ready to talk just yet. We'd taken walks like this before. Usually just for the hell of it. Occasionally when one of us wanted to talk about something. As I expected when we got to the park, we took two adjacent swings and mostly just sat there, though she did a bit of swinging. I just grabbed the chains and leaned far back to watch the clouds, then sat up again when she stopped. There were kids and parent's in the park, but nobody very close to us.

She finally asked, "Will you go with me to my parent's for Christmas dinner?"

Perhaps not the last thing I'd have expected her to say, but certainly not anywhere in the top ten.

I said, "I thought you were going with Betty to her parent's place."

She said, "No, I guess I wasn't exactly clear. I should have said I hoped I'd be going with Betty. I can't. And Betty can't get out of going. Well, of course she could just not go..." and it was clear from Katy's expression and tone of voice that she thought that was exactly what Betty should do "...but she'd not ready to break with her family over me."

I asked, "Over you? What's their problem with you?"

She said, "I'm a lesbian."

I said, "Well, so is Betty."

"Yeah. They don't accept that."

"How can anyone not accept that? What, do they think, that she'll get over it?"

She looked at me, tears in her eyes. "Yes. And over me. What would your parent's have done if you'd come out to them?"

I said, "Nothing. In fact, one of my adoptive sisters did come out. She brought her girl friend to Thanksgiving dinner that year. My parent's welcomed her just the same way they did the boyfriend Nancy brought."

She said, "Lucky girl. I mean your other parents."

Well, that was easy. "They'd have beat the living daylights out of me and if I ever mentioned it again, I'd have gotten beaten even harder. In fact, Nancy once made a comment about a teacher being pretty. Just that, "pretty," and did get beat quite thoroughly. As far as I know Nancy is totally straight."

I paused a moment then added "Of course, I thought I was too until a few months ago."

"What does Nancy think of me?"

"She wishes I'd taken up with a man, or even an older woman, but she accepts the situation. She even likes you, though she'd probably like you better if we weren't sleeping together. I wonder how she'll react when I figure out how to tell her about our D/s relationship?"

"You're going to tell her?"

"Eventually. We don't tell each other everything, but we don't have a lot of secrets either. Sometime I should tell you the story about the maid costume I gave her after Brian and I decided it didn't work for us."

She smiled, "I'll look forward to that.

I said, "But back to your problem. Her parents don't accept that Betty is gay. Why did you think you might go with her for Christmas dinner?"

"Because her brother and sister were supposed to talk to her parent's about us. Wishful thinking. They chickened out. And she doesn't feel she can just skip going. So I'm going to my parent's. They're a bit funny about my preferences, but do accept me as I am. They even said I could bring Betty. Or someone else if Betty couldn't make it."

I said "So, I'm your second choice?"

"No. Well, yes, I'm sorry. I know that's not nice, but I don't want to go alone. And I know your parent's won't be around, and you're not comfortable going to Brian's parent's place."

I thought for a second, then, "Forget it, I shouldn't have asked. I'll go."

"Really?"

"Yes. Do they know about me?"

She smiled, wryly. "Oddly enough, yes. But I don't think they've really made the connection about our age difference. I told them, but they aren't seeing it. They seem to think you're my new toy, even though I thought I'd made it clear our relationship was something rather different. I brought one of my toys, one I'd gotten unusually close to, to a family cook out once. Now they seem to be fixated on the idea of my having girlfriends as toys.

I said, "I can live with that." then added, in what I hoped was a sultry tone, "Will you play with me when we get home?"

She looked at me in surprise. "You continue to delight and surprise me, V. Yes, I'll play with you when we get home. Hmm. You've got me looking forward to going just so we can get back."

"What should I wear?"

"Well, we usually dress up a bit. The guy swear suits, the girls wear dresses. Wait..."

She got that far away look she got when she thought about complicated things. And I thought, "This is complicated?"

She asked, "Do you trust me?"

I said, "Of course. Did you just change the subject?"

She was staring into the distance. "No. Let me buy you a new dress. I've got an idea how to dress us both. It'll flip everyone out just a bit."

"Are you sure you want to do that?"

"Absolutely. Oh, it won't be bad, just wake them up a little. My father and my siblings will love it. It'll make my mother think about about what you and I mean to each other."

"Well, OK. I trust you Katy. But let me pay for the dresses."

She looked back at me. "You're pretty well off financially, aren't you? You never seem to fret money."

I said, "Yes, but I'd rather not talk about that."

She looked at me for a moment. "I accept. I'll admit that paying for these would have been a strain for me. I'm going to have to have them custom made. I won't find this dress in your size, and it might be hard to find in mine. And they wouldn't be exactly right anyway."



Ginny and Katy Pt. 07



Monday, December 19, 2011, Fittings and punishment

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Katy texted me in the afternoon "Be ready to go out when I get home. We're going to see my seamstress, so no transparent underwear."

I didn't even know she had a seamstress. I didn't know anyone who had a seamstress.

I replied, "Damn, I have to wear underwear? I'll be ready."

She replied "Yes, you're going to be standing around in it for a half hour or more while you're measured."

I put on a my regular cotton underwear, but picked an almost new bright red set, a red knee length black skirt, a conservative red pull over, and black low heel shoes. She came in the house just long enough to check what I was wearing, including having me lift up my skirt so she could check my panties and pull out my neckline to check my bra.

She gave me a kiss and said "You're adorable. I think I'm going to do things to you later."

We went off and, in fact, I spent almost an hour being measured. Much of the time was spent with the seamstress making clucking noises while measuring my bust, quite extensively, almost offensively. Part way through she had me change bras and did it all again before having me get back into my own bra and checking a few more things.

I was clearly expected to go to the little changing room, off the fitting room the three of us were in, to change bras. But I was feeling a bit put upon, and a bit daring so I just did it right there, without even turning around. The seamstress was clearly embarrassed. Katy frowned at me and I stuck my tongue out at her. When that was all done, and I'd changed back to my own bra, again without using the changing room.

The seamstress looked at Katy and asked, "You're sure?"

Katy replied, "Why not?"

"This will be kind of expensive for hers. I'll have to alter the design a lot. The one I've got is for someone, well, mostly flat chested"

I remained mute, being submissive.

Katy asked, "How expensive?"

The seamstress looked me over again, then opened a portfolio, apparently looking at the design, then quoted a price that surprised, but didn't really shock, me. I agreed with the description "expensive," but I had a couple of designer dresses, gifts from Brian, that had cost as much.

She continued, "Some of that is the materials you've chosen, and her shape. Yours will be a few hundred less. The way you want it to fit her bust, and what you want her to wear under it, require that I design, and hide, some bracing. I won't need any of that for you."

My curiosity was certainly piqued, but I resisted asking why, or to see the design. I continued to stand there on the little platform in my bra and panties with my hands clasped in front of me. Katy looked at me with her eyebrow raised.

I nodded "yes."

She said, "That's fine. When can you have it ready?"

"Probably Thursday. Friday morning for sure."

Katy said, "You understand we want these for Sunday, Christmas day."

"Certainly, by Friday for sure."

Katy said, "Thank you, call me when they're ready," and stood up.

I stepped down from the platform but Katy said, "No, dress up there. You've shown little modesty so far and I'd like to watch."

I stepped back up and she handed me my skirt. I thought about it and realized she'd want to see my backside for this, so turned around and stepped into it. Pulled it up and zipped the back. She put my shoes on the platform and I stepped into them. Finally giving me my pull over, which I put on slowly, making a bit of a show of pulling it down over my bust.

She mouthed, "Fix your hair." I fluffed it out, still on the platform, and stood there waiting for instructions. She put her hand up to, unnecessarily, help me down then led me from the store.

The seamstress had watched this all with a faint smile on her face. I looked back as we walked out the door. She waved at me, and I waved back. A huge smile on my face. I hugged Katy's arm like a 50's movie leading lady would hug the leading man as they walked into the sunset.

I looked up at her and said, in my best coquettish tone, "Thank you, Mistress."

I heard her groan with sudden lust.

She said, "That bra changing bit was very naughty. You, little girl, are in for it when we get home."

So I said, in the same tone, "Yes, Mistress."

She growled this time, then reached down and grabbed my behind, squeezing one of my ass cheeks.

She opened the car door for me and, when I was seated, leaned down close to my ear and said "Strip."

I was still sitting there, wide eyed, when she got in the car. She didn't even look at me, but said "It was just one word. It seemed pretty simple. Didn't you understand?"

I looked around. We were in a small mall. In addition to the seamstress' place, there was a pizza shop, a restaurant, a hardware store and a sporting shop. At this time it was moderately busy. We'd been in the store a while, so it was dark, but the lot was well lit. There was certainly a chance I'd be seen. She'd put the keys in, but did not start the car.

I was thinking I could call her bluff, except I was sure she wasn't bluffing. I could call a time out. Or I could do it. Then it occurred to me that I could actually ramp it up instead. The experience walking out to the car after buying lingerie had changed me.

I kicked off my shoes, got out of the car. and looked around. No children in sight. I quickly pulled off my top and tossed in on the floor with my shoes. I heard Katy gasp then giggle. My skirt, bra and panties rapidly followed them. By the time I jumped back in she was laughing outright.

I put on my seat belt, wrapped my arms about my breasts, and said "Ready!" She started the car and drove off. I was sitting, covering my breasts and a little hunched in on myself. She'd subsided to giggling.

She let me stay hunched over until we pulled out of the lot onto the street, then said "Sit up straight, V."

I did immediately, but kept my arms crossed over my breasts. She was still giggling in short fits and I started to as well.

She said, "That was quite a performance. I'm impressed. But that was also very naughty. I think maybe you need to be punished right now instead of when we get home."

She fumbled around in her purse, never taking her eyes off the road, then handed me a vibrator. It wasn't fat, but short.

She said, "Put it inside yourself then turn it on high."

I did and found that it was short enough to let me sit on it. I also found that it was very powerful. It's buzz was muffled by being inside me and the seat cushion, but could still be clearly heard.

"It's in? You're sitting on it?"

"Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Right. Spread your legs, hands on your thighs. You're going to come in about three minutes. Do it without moving and as quietly as you can."

"OK."

"Try again, my little sub."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Much better." 

She was right about the three minutes. And I had to struggle mightily, and not entirely successfully, not to move. As the orgasm hit I slammed my legs together, bent over, and lifted my hands. I'm not sure what I was going to do with my hands. Whatever it was I forced them back down on my thighs, sat up straight, and opened my legs again. A couple of low screeches escaped my clamped jaws, but I couldn't really keep them shut long. I needed to breathe. I came twice more on the ride home. 

In case you're wondering, this was one of the few "punishments" Katy and I had agreed on if I misbehaved or disobeyed. Make me come over and over again, probably with some kind of restraint. In this case I was my own restraint, which made it all the more evil and delightful.

It was the first time she'd used it and, as I sat there soaking her seat and straining to stay still, I wondered if I'd ever let her do it again. I kept thinking that I could time out and pull the damn thing out of me. But part of me really didn't want to and that part won the exchange in my head every time. Well, when I was lucid enough to have the exchange. I was out of my mind part of the time.

Presently, I noticed the car had stopped then heard the garage door finish closing behind me. Katy was opening my door and unbuckling my seat belt. She reached between my legs, which I noticed I was still holding open, and turned off the vibrator.

I heard myself gasping for air and jabbering something about "I'll be good."

She turned me sideways in the seat, put my feet on the garage floor, told me to keep my head down and gently pulled me out of the car onto my feet.

She slid the vibrator out of me and asked, "Can you hear me, V?"

My eyes focused, I put my arms around her neck, put my head on her shoulder, and purred. She giggled at the purr, but still sounding a bit concerned asked, "Are you OK?" Pause. "You never tried that before, did you?"

I guess I hadn't told her it was just something I'd read about. I was cuddled up to her and said, "Yes, no, oh my God." then a spasm, an orgasmic after shock, ran through me.

She said, "I'll get no sense out of you tonight." She picked me up and said "Oops. You're legs are soaked." She looked at the floor. "And you're dripping." Looked in her car. "And I'll have to have that seat cleaned."

I mumbled, "Use my card," pushed my nose up into the crook of her neck and almost licked her when I remember I was NOT being Ginny. Then did it anyway.

She carried me up to my room, and put me to bed. She looked at me a moment, and I at her, then leaned down to kiss me, a good night peck, and stepped back. I was watching her stand there watching me.

"You're think you're OK, Virginia?"

"Wonderful. Thank you."

She seemed surprised. "You're welcome. Good night."

She turned to go. I said, "No, no, no, no, no. Come to bed with me, Katy."

She stopped and looked back.

I said, "Please?"

"OK. I'll be back in a minute." She went into my bathroom and came back out, nude, a few minutes later. I watched her walk across the room to me and, at that moment, she was utterly beautiful to me. She climbed in, snuggled up, I killed the lights, and we went directly to sleep.

Thursday, December 22, 2011, Entertaining Katy

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Katy picked up our dresses today. The boxes were sitting on the island while we ate dinner. She hadn't shown them to me. She said that, along with what she got at Lottie's, they're for Christmas. I pointed out that I'd paid for them. First, she offered to pay for them if I felt that way about it. I declined, of course. Then she pointed out that arguing was not being a good sub. I pointed out that I wasn't aware the discussion was in D/s mode.

She thought about that then said "It didn't occur to me that you'd think that you were only my sub some of the time. When do you think of yourself as sub?"

My turn to think, then, "When you tell me to do something or when I'm doing something you've told me to do. Like when I do your laundry I'm sub. Or when you tell me to lick you I'm sub."

She considered this. "OK, I can see how you got that idea. But you know those are not the only times. When we go out you act submissive the whole time. In fact, you usually act submissive whenever we're together. Why did you not just then?"

"I'm not sure..." I considered carefully then added, "Mistress."

She replied, "Very good. But not necessary right now. I want you to be thinking 'Mistress' most of the time, and it's nice if you say it sometimes, but thinking it is more important."

As it happened, I was wearing sneakers, panties, and an over sized t-shirt. Katy was still fully dressed.

She said "Don't get up. Take off your top." I did and tossed it on the island. I felt my nipples stand up. We continued eating.

We small talked the rest of the meal. Mostly about what dinner at her parent's would be like. Being dressed and undressed as we were wasn't unusual these days, of course. But having been ordered out of my top, and her still fully dressed following the discussion about submission, changed the tone of it.

I was acutely aware of the size of my breasts and my nipples standing up. That she openly stared at them was doing things to me too. The way we'd worked things out, I didn't need to ask permission to play with myself. Rather, if she didn't want me to she'd say so. But if she was right there, and especially in the middle of some regular activity like eating dinner, I usually did ask.

I asked, "Katy, may I..."

She said, "I'd prefer for you to wait until we finish dinner and clear the table."

"I can wait. Thank you."

We finished in another twenty minutes, with me getting more and more keyed up as the time passed.

I stood near the table and asked, "Now?"

She stood up, picked me up and sat me on the island.

"Lie down."

I did. She removed my sneakers and panties, put my feet up on the island, spread my legs, and stood between them.

"Go ahead."

She was going to watch me. I loved her watching me. I started rubbing myself, using both hands between my legs. I looked up at her from time to time, but it was a strain on my neck, so I mostly didn't.

She was watching me closely whenever I looked. I was pushing myself hard, then slowing down as I approached orgasm. Falling back to a lower level of arousal then pushing up again. If she hadn't been watching I'd have just gone directly to orgasm, but with her there I wanted to put on a show.

And I was reminded of her comment in Lottie's changing room when she'd said "You are such a slut." Said it with awe, almost reverence. I almost came at that moment, forgetting myself. I heard her zipper open then her belt buckle hit the tiles as she dropped her jeans. I looked up and could tell my the way her shoulders moved, and the look on her face, that she was playing with herself.

It was an odd sight. I couldn't see below her waist. She still had her bra and t-shirt on. From what I could see, she was normally dressed. But the way her body moved and her facial expressions something decidedly not normal was going on. She came around the island and I could see she still had her panties on, one hand working furiously inside. The other steadying herself on the island. She got up to my head and leaned over kissing me deeply. I was at the edge of coming again.

She paused kissing me, nipped my ear, and said, very quietly, "Come now."

Then locked lips with me again, leaning on the island with an elbow and grabbing a fist full of my hair. I pushed myself over and would have broken the kiss if she hadn't had me by my hair. She came at the same time, both of us screaming our climaxes into each other mouths. She kept the kiss up for a few seconds, then slid down the side of the island, disappearing from my view. I heard her bottom slap into the floor tiles as she landed and the sounds of us both gasping for air filled the room.

I was totally done in, rubbing myself just enough to come down gradually. But I guess she kept it up. I heard her come again a few seconds later. I rolled over far enough to look down at her on the floor. She was sitting with her back up against the island, rubbing herself slowly and coming down.

I said, "Katy..."

She looked up.

"Back in position, baby. I'm not quite done with you."

I rolled onto my back again, put my feet back where she'd put them, and waited, gently rubbing myself the whole time.

She got up a minute later, finished undressing, collected her clothes and left. I'd finished coming down and was now just laying there. She came back in, climbed up on the island, and showed me a pretty large dildo.

She positioned her pussy over my face, with my mouth directly below her pussy.

She said, "Stick out your tongue, baby. Act two."

It was another hour before we got around to deciding not to do the dishes tonight.

Friday, December 23, 2011, An orgasmic breakfast

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Brian and I had designed the house to raise three children. Upstairs was mostly bedrooms. The master suite had a large main room which served us as both a bedroom and a small living room. We'd intended to let the kids mostly have the living room downstairs to play in. This master suite included a large walk in closet and a very large bathroom.

There was also the guest suite, which Katy had. With an oversize bedroom and bathroom, with a big shower, and a large closet. This was intended, mostly, for his or my parent's to visit. Then there were three kids bedrooms built around a common bathroom with a regular bath tub and shower.

After I'd spent too much time alone, and was letting my health go, Nancy had bought and had installed, in one of the kids rooms, exercise equipment. Thereafter we called that room "the gym." Treadmill, weights, and so on. On a whim she'd has a strippers pole put in as well. She'd spent a week with me getting me into a routine which I'd kept up all these years. An hour of hard exercise followed by a shower almost every morning.

A year later, she hired an instructor and I learned how to use the strippers pole. To my surprise I enjoyed it. It was hard work and there was something kind of magical about seeming to defy gravity on it. I put some time in with it each morning after that.

I sometimes skipped morning exercises when Katy slept with me.

Early this morning, after I'd finished my exercise routine and showered, I found Katy waiting for me in my bedroom. She had me dress in the lingerie she'd bought me then, standing me in the middle of my bedroom, she blindfolded me and tried the new dress on me. She said that the seamstress had agreed to make any minor adjustments, if necessary, if she got the dress back early enough today.

I asked, "I'm wearing this lingerie?"

She answered, "No questions."

I replied, "Yes, ma'am."

We'd agreed on "ma'am" as something less arousing, to her, than "Mistress," but still respectful to her dominance. Really, though, it was more for fun and for age reversal. I often didn't say either word.

I couldn't see the dress, of course. And she forbade me to touch it. She hitched up the shoulder straps on my bra a bit to make my bust line sit a little higher. I could feel myself standing out in front somewhat more than usual, no doubt looking even larger than I actually was. The dress fit like a seconds skin. I could feel that the hem line was just below my knees. I could also tell that it had very short sleeves and definitely exposed some of my cleavage.

Eventually, she was satisfied and decided that no adjustments were necessary. She packed the dress away and took off my blindfold. I was standing there in my dress up toy lingerie and was kind of hoping we'd play, but she had to get to work. Mostly just an office party today so she'd be home early. I went down to breakfast, still in the lingerie. I'd put on the heels that went the set. As heels went they were pretty comfortable, and I knew what that outfit did to Katy. I wanted to torture her a bit. 

I cooked us some pancakes and bacon. Each time I looked around she was watching me, gently smiling, enjoying watching me move. It gave me quite a thrill. As I put the plates on the table I bent over far more than I had to to show her my cleavage.

She bounced my breasts with one hand, said, "Thank you," and started in eating. I sat across from her and did the same.

She said "You should take your panties off or you're going to have to take them to the cleaners again."

It felt like an order, so I stood and did so, sensuously I hoped, and laid them out carefully on the table.

"You're very tempting Virginia, but I really do have to try to get to work something like on time. Sit on the edge of your chair and spread your legs."

I did.

"Keep eating."

So I did that too. Presently I felt her bare foot sliding up one of my legs then settle in my crotch. She quickly got her big toe inside my folds and found my clit. In seconds she had me squirming in my seat. She kept on eating and small talking like nothing was happening. I tried to keep up but was having a hard time. She had to keep reminding me to continue eating.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 07



Finally I couldn't take it any more. I dropped my fork and grabbed the table edge with both hands.

She said, "Why, Virginia. Is there something wrong?"

I said, through my teeth, "You bitch!" but in a tone of voice very much like she'd called me a slut.

She smiled and said, "Thank you, dear, but you haven't answered me. Is there something wrong with your chair?"

I went incoherent a couple of seconds after that. She quickly pulled my plate out of the way just before I leaned over pressing my breasts into the table. I screamed, clutching the table, as the orgasm hit me. And hit me again.

I sat up, trying to catch my breath. She pushed my plate back in front of me and I watched her drying off her toes with her napkin then put her sneaker back on. She took her dishes to the sink then, on her way out the door, leaned over and gave me a long, slow, very arousing kiss.

She patted me on the cheek as she stood up and said, "You really should have that problem looked into. Imagine! Coming like that just sitting there having breakfast. It's shocking. Truly shocking."

She gave me another quick kiss, grabbed her briefcase, said, "Finish your breakfast," and was off, giggling as she closed the door behind her.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 08



Saturday, December 24, 2011, Christmas decorations

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I'd bought my Christmas tree over a week ago. It was set it up in the living room and had water and tree food, but was not decorated. My real parent's had never had one. My adoptive parent's always did and it was their tradition to decorate it on Christmas eve, before it got dark so you could see the colors come to life as the sun went down. Since this required the curtains on the living room windows be open, Katy and I were dressed all day. She helped me decorate then we sat on the couch watching Christmas movies and looking at the tree as sun went down.

She declared this would be a day without D/s. Some of the time I lay with my head in her lap, and sometimes the other way around. Sometimes I went for coffee or cocoa or food, sometimes she did. We pretty much spent the day on the couch, just being together. Oh, a little touching and a little kissing, but no sex. Neither of us said there wouldn't be. It just seemed right for the way the day went. It was a very laid back and pleasant day and early evening.

Katy went to a party with Betty. I went to one across the street. I was in before midnight, watched "It's a Wonderful Life," one of my Christmas Eve traditions, and went off to sleep.

Sunday, December 25, 2011, Family and friends

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I heard Katy come in, without her car, or at least without putting it in the garage, well after midnight. A half an hour later I was woken up by her crawling into my bed. That she'd been drinking was obvious. She also smelled like sex and I caught the scent of what I'd come to recognize as Betty's perfume. She said "Spoon me." I did and asked "Is there something wrong?" "Nothing at all. Things are wonderful. I just want to be held tonight."

I woke up early, as I usually did, and climbed out of bed.

She said "No D/s this morning, V. I'll get breakfast."

I said, "Katy. It's Christmas morning. We have to open presents first."

She looked at me, looking supremely tired. "Who'd have thought I'd have a thirty-something daughter before I was even twenty."

I grabbed the idea and said, "But mommy! We have to see if Santa came!"

She considered me for a moment. I'd slept nude, as usual. I became aware that I was leaning half way over, with my arms spread wide, while imploring her. My breasts jiggling under me. She was staring at them.

"If you were down there when he arrived, I'm sure he came. I just hope you swallowed. I don't like messes on the carpet."

I ran over to the door and looked back. She'd dragged herself to a sitting position on the edge of the bed. I noticed that she was wearing one stocking and a garter belt. Nothing else.

She looked down at herself and said, "It looks like I had a good time last night."

I said, "You sure smelled like it when you came to bed." Then added, "I thought you had a rule against having sex drunk?"

She smiled, "I wasn't drunk when we started."

She removed what little she wore and followed me out into the hall, pausing to toss them into her room.

As we went down the hall she said, "I saw my dress in my room. No sign of anything else."

I said, "Betty probably has them. You were pretty drunk last night. Someone dropped you off ."

"My car isn't here?"

"Not in the garage anyway."

I grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the stairs, bending over and sort of dancing down the hall.

"Come ON, Mommy!"

She pulled back. "Hold up, baby. Are the curtains still open down there? I think they were when I came in last night."

I said, "Right," and ran back to my room for a robe then into hers for hers. I put mine on running back to the stairs, where I found Katy sitting on the stop step leaning against the wall.

I asked, "Hangover?"

She look at me, then stood up and put on the robe I held out for her.

She replied, "No. No, good booze, I guess. Just really tired."

I really was feeling like a ten year old on Christmas morning. Not that I knew what one actually felt like. My child hood did not include any such events. I didn't have any Christmases until I was already in my teens. But I'd seen movies.

When we got to the living room I saw that she'd added presents for me to the ones I'd already put under the tree for her. We had gotten each other the usual sorts of things two women who are good friends will give each other. And a few things two lovers would give as well.

I'd gotten her a dress she'd admired once and some jeans in the styles she liked. And a really tiny programmable vibrator. It was, in a way, an alarm clock. She'd gotten me a couple or dresses as well, in rather younger styles than I was used to. But nothing immodest or too far out. And another lingerie set like the "Barbie" set but this one all in white. I noticed that the box from Lottie and the dress box from her seamstress were not there.

I asked and she said, "You get those when we're getting dressed to go to dinner."

She went off to cook breakfast.

The morning passed eating breakfast in the living room and some cuddling and napping on the couch watching more Christmas shows. Overall a lazy, pleasant morning.

We were dozing when suddenly Katy jumped.

She said, "Oh!" and reached down to pluck the tiny vibrator off her clitoris.

It was designed to fit in there and say put even if you were not wearing panties. She looked at the vibrator then looked across at the clock on the television. It showed ten o'clock.

She said, "Thanks, baby. This thing works great."

She took my hand, turned it palm up, and dropped the quietly buzzing toy in my hand.

"Here, see if you can figure out how to shut it off."

While I looked for, and found, the tiny off button she stood and stretched. She turned her back to the window, pulled her robe open and wiggled her hips at me.

She said, "We'd better get started. Want to shower together?"

I said "Always."

We did, with a little playing but no outright sex. Dried each other, then she asked me to do her hair up in curls similar to mine. When we finished that she had me wait in my bedroom while she brought me the boxes from Lottie's and the seamstress.

She said "Go ahead and get dressed. I'm going to do the same in my room. Let me know when you're ready."

"You don't want me to dress you?"

"Not today. First, we're not in D/s this morning. Second, I want you to enjoy the experience. I know how much you like to get your lingerie and clothes on just right. Have fun."

She left, closing the door. I looked at the boxes with high anticipation. Then looked at myself in the mirror wall. I walked up to it, watching my hips roll and my breasts bounce. I got a couple of feet away and looked myself over critically. I did look good. I turned for the profile and sighed. My breasts looked so big. But with Katy's love of them I was learning to love them again myself. Just as I'd loved them when Brian did.

I turned and walked back to my bed to open the lingerie box and my breath caught in my throat. Katy really did pay attention. Most of my underwear was in simple solid colors. A lot of it white or pink, like Katy's. my panties were a bit higher in the waist and my bras obviously more substantial.

But I owned a wider variety of colors and some with patterns. Some stripes some with little flowers on them. And my very favorite, very rarely worn, pair with teddy bears. More about those some other time. Plus just a few pairs, also not often worn, with polka dots. Even one bra and panty set, white cotton and blend fabrics, with many colored polka dots.

During one of our conversations I'd mentioned that I loved polka dots but reserved them for special occasions. I especially loved white with tiny black dots. What I saw before me was exactly the same black lingerie set she'd bought me weeks ago, and the white set under the tree downstairs. But this set in white satin with black trim and tiny black polka dots. There were even white, seemless, stockings with black dots. And very shiny white heels, a bit taller than I was used to, with black piping. Unless she also wore heels, I'd be just taller than Katy.

I looked at the dress box and suspected I knew what was in there, but decided to put off opening it for now. I took a long time dressing. Enjoying the feel of the cool satin on my skin. When I got to the bra there was a bit of paper pinned to it.

In Katy's hand writing it said, "I already set the straps correctly for the dress. Use the second row of hooks in back." I put the bra on, tugged it exactly into place under my breasts and adjusted them in the cups.

I stepped into the shoes. I looked myself over in the mirror. I wanted to go to show Katy, but resisted. I wondered about that desire. Was this submission or something else? That "mommy" thing earlier came back to me. That had felt awfully natural. And awfully odd at the same time. I shrugged it off. I'd think about it more later. Right now there was the dress to consider.

I opened the box, laid back the tissue and picked up the dress. I found it was both what I expected and a surprise at the same time. It was also in white satin with tiny black polka dots. It was a simple style stereotypical of those you'd see on any 1960's sit-com. I knew from the careful fittings, that it was going to show off my bust pretty well.

I was about to slip it over my head when I noticed the box wasn't empty. I'd been so focused on the dress, I hadn't really looked. I lifted out a petticoat. Again in white with little black dots. I'd never worn petticoats before, except when I tried the "little French maid" game with Brian. These were not like those in that they weren't so full as to push my skirts way out. They'd add fullness but not comically so. I put it on feeling it touch the skin between my stocking tops and panties and also feeling it's hem brushing my legs near my knees.

I finally felt ready and dropped the dress over my head and arms, tugged it into place and had a moment trying to find the zipper. Instead of being in back, where it would have been very difficult to reach, there were actually two of them, one on each side, that ran from the widest part of my hips up to my arm pits. I'd been mistaken about the sleeves. They were actually cap sleeves. I zipped up and found that the zippers were cleverly hidden in the styling of the dress. I looked myself over, walking to and away from the mirror. The skirts and petticoat swirled around me.

I picked up the boxes, meaning to move them to the closet, and found the final surprises. A matching purse, with my initials near the clasp, faux pearl necklace, ear rings, and bracelet. And gloves. Nobody wore gloves any more, but they were just right for the period the dress represented. I put everything on, put the boxes in the closet, looked myself over one more time then went to the door. I crossed the hall to Katy's door and knocked.

I heard her say, "You're ready?"

"Yes, may I come in?"

"Let me come to you. Go back to your room, face the mirror, and close your eyes. I'll be along in a minute."

That sounded like an order, so I asked, "Are we in D/s now?"

She said, "If that's what it takes to get you to do as I ask."

I replied, "Not necessary. I'll be waiting."

I went back in, faced the mirror and closed my eyes. I heard her come in. then she took my hand.

"Open your eyes."

When I did what I saw was confusing for just a moment. Two women dressed identically. One blond with blue eyes, the other brunette with brown eyes. One, the brunette, four inches taller than the blond. I stood there with my mouth open looking at us. And I felt myself getting aroused.

She noticed my nipples stand up and said, "None of that. We can't have you getting your panties wet before we're even out of the house. You like it?"

"I love it. Uh, you're family isn't going to freak out about my bust are they? It's pretty... well... prominent like this."

She said, "My father and brother will try not to stare at you. So will my sister. And I'll be most interested in my mothers reaction to you. Both how you look and the age difference, thought you really don't look much older than me. There's something she's not telling me about her past. There's a woman from college she talks about when she's had a few drinks. I think something happened there that she's both wistful for and ashamed about."

I asked, "You think she's bi?"

"Probably not. I think she had a one-time thing and has never worked it out."

I said, "OK. Well, this outfit isn't going to cause trouble. Is it?"

She said, "I'd be surprised if it did. Mom and Dad are big on proper behavior. Being rude to one of my friends would be a huge breach of etiquette for them. And they know you're very important to me. Knowing that, being rude to you would be totally unthinkable. Now, I've got a couple of uncles, aunts and cousins who might make crude comments. If any of them are there, I'll try to warn you. Let me do your makeup, and mine, and we'll go."

We were on the road by noon, dinner was supposed to be around two and we had an hour and a half drive. Katy's car was in the driveway. Somebody had brought it home for her last night. She wasn't sure who. She was sure she'd ridden in Betty's car and Betty and that somebody had helped her to the front door. It had taken her a half hour to get to my bed because she passed out on the couch right after they closed the door behind her. We found her other stocking, her panties, her bra and her shoes on the passenger seat of the car and put them in the back seat.

We were about fifteen minutes out when she pulled over.

"Can you drive, V? I'd really like to take a nap before we get there."

She set the GPS and we switched places.

I asked "Do you want to be driving when we get there?"

"No, but do wake me up a few minutes before. I don't want to be trying to wake up while we're doing introductions. You're a good girl."

The "good girl" surprised me. She reclined her seat and was about to fall asleep when she jerked up.

"Sorry about that 'good girl' thing. I'm really tired and something triggered one of my other fetishes."

I said, "Maybe we should talk about that some time. You gave me a twitch in my crotch when you said that."

She looked at me for a moment then said, "Really? That's very interesting. OK, sometime. Maybe another long session drinking wine on the lawn . I'll have to be a bit drunk to talk about that. It's cost me girlfriends before. It kind of scares me."

Well, that surprised me. I'd always thought she was totally comfortable with her fetishes.

I said, "OK, maybe next week. Get some sleep."

"Thanks."

She laid back and was gone before we'd driven another mile. I had the feeling that something important had just happened. I was thinking that maybe this would be my chance to tell her about Ginny. When she told me about something she'd been afraid to talk about it might be the time to tell her something I'd been afraid to talk about.

The next hour and a quarter I spent thinking about me. And us. And that I had told Nancy about the sex part, after she'd mostly figured it out herself. And wondering if, the next time we saw her, if she was going to figure out the D/s part by whatever magic observations she used. Maybe I should just tell her and get it out of the way. But how do you start a conversation like that.

"Oh, by the way Nancy, a couple of weeks ago I submitted myself to Katy as my Mistress." Sure, that would play well.

We were at a stop light when I noticed the GPS said we were fifteen minutes away. I leaned over and gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, careful not to leave a lipstick print or mess up either of our makeup. She stretched out then opened her eyes.

I said, "Fifteen minutes, honey."

She said, "Thanks, honey."

She sat up, pulled the seat back up, and sat there looking around.

She pointed "That's where I went to high school. And where I finally accepted that I liked girls.

A minute later, pointing at a little shopping mall, "And that's where I kissed my first girl. Sharon Susan Seaborne. Five years older than me. Triple S, but her girlfriends called her triple-X. She was very creative about sex. But other than preferring women over men it was just ordinary one-on-one sex. Lot's of positions and places to do it, but regular sex. I had kinks even back then and scared her off. But I did learn an important lesson from her. Even though she wasn't into any of my kinks, she did tell me there was nothing wrong with them. She just wasn't the right girl to help me enjoy them. I've remembered that always."

We got to her parent's house. It was on a nice tree lined road in a not too crowded development. A bit on the large side, a pool in the back, a big lawn out front. It looked nice rather than expensive. Traffic had been heavy and we weren't late, but most of the others had already arrived. We had to park with a couple of other cars on the street.

Katy said "It looks like absolutely everyone showed up this year."

As we walked up the driveway, hand in hand, we heard what sounded like a younger version of Katy yell, "Mother! You have to see this! She wore a dress. And look at her girlfriend."

I asked ,"Girlfriend?"

She replied "They've never met Betty. I told mother who you are, but she may not have told everyone else."

We went up the stairs, she hugged her sister, Dorothy, who looked to be about sixteen.

She asked, "You're Betty?"

"No, I'm Virginia. Katy's my friend. She lives in my guest room."

She said, "You two look so pretty like that. Do you always dress the same?"

Katy answered, "This is the first time. I thought it was a special day so I'd wear a dress for mother. Then we decided it would be cute to match."

We stepped into the front hall where Katy took off her gloves and put them in her purse. I took it as a cue and did the same. I wasn't really up on glove protocol, having only seen them worn in a few movies.

A moment later Katy's mother, Wendy, greeted us.

She said "You two certainly do look very cute like that. Katy, thank you for wearing a dress. You're beautiful, you know."

"Thank you Mother. This is Virginia."

Her mother was gracious, but also seemed uncomfortable. We went into the living room where there were more introductions, conducted this time by Katy's father, Mark.

He finished with "You probably won't really remember most of our names. That's fine, it's a lot of people to meet all at once."

It was. There were at least a dozen people there, and I met two more in the kitchen a few minutes later.

There were a lot of comments about Katy wearing a dress, and about as many on our matching. Some uncle asked if we matched underneath too.

I said, "No, we're not the same size in any dimension."

He said, "Well that's obvious. I mean is your underwear the same?"

Conversation in the room had stopped. I put three fingers in my neckline and looked at Katy. She saw what I was doing, did the same and nodded "yes." We both pulled down the fronts of our dressed just enough to show an inch or so of our bras. Same style, same white satin with polka dots, same black trim. There were scattered laughs and conversation picked up again.

She took my hand and we went into the kitchen where I met another aunt and another cousin.

Wendy asked, "Uncle Frank getting crude again?"

Katy said, "A bit. And he's not even drunk yet."

Wendy said to me, "Don't mind him Ginny. He assumes anyone Katy brings is another lesbian. I think he's hoping to catch them kissing... or more."

Katy said, "Please, mom. I told you she doesn't like 'Ginny'."

"Yes, right. I'm sorry Virginia, I forgot. One of my sisters is also Virginia, but she prefers 'Ginny'."

She looked at me, seemed to think twice.

I said, "You can ask."

She still hesitated. "It's none of my business. But I am curious, if you don't mind."




Ginny and Katy Pt. 08



The others were listening, but trying to look like they weren't.

Katy said, "Answer or don't, V. It's up to you."

I said, "My sister was curious too when we were there for Thanksgiving dinner. I understand the curiosity. We're occasional lovers. But more than that she's my very good friend. I'm probably bi. I'm still interested in men. But I haven't had a relationship with one in a long time. I guess I won't know for sure until another one comes along."

We'd broken the ice. The conversation continued about our relationship for a few more questions then moved onto the more usual things. Jobs and what we did with our time. Being widowed.

By the time dinner was ready we were all, mostly, comfortable. I helped, a little, serving then sat across from Katy at her father's end of the table. She had been correct. Her father and brother kept looking at my breasts and cleavage. Her sister did too and, again as predicted, tried not to. The dinner conversation was about wars and schools and movies. Other than people stealing glances at my and Wendy's busts, she was rather large too, it was a normal holiday meal. Or maybe that is normal? The food was even very good and the conversation entertaining and mostly intelligent.

Katy's family had a tradition of taking what they called a "Holiday Stroll." A walk around the neighborhood after dinner on Thanksgiving and Christmas. I was invited along, but told it would be alright if I didn't want to go. The immediate family all went and about half of the uncles, aunts and cousins. A couple of other people who were not relations were going, and Katy clearly wanted me to, so I accepted.

It was a pleasant walk. The weather was nice and most of the neighbors invited us in for a few minutes. Introductions exchanged and so forth. There were comments about Katy wearing a dress and about us matching. Some assumed I was Katy's girlfriend, her mother gently corrected them. Saying either that I was Katy's friend or that I owned the house Katy lived in or both.

As we approached one house Wendy took me by the arm and whispered, "Mary is a delight and quite accepting. But her husband is homophobic. Please ignore him, if you can. But if you can't, then say whatever you feel you need to. Or let me."

A few had gone back after we'd visited the closest houses. We were down to Katy and I, her parent's, her siblings, the aunt and cousin who'd helped prepare dinner, and another cousin and her boy friend.

Mark knocked on the door and a woman I assumed to be Mary opened it, greeted those she knew and got introductions for the rest.

"Katy! You look so nice. You two look so nice together."

We went in and met people. They'd apparently recently finished their own dinner a while ago. Most of the men and a couple of women were in the living room watching football. Most of the women and a couple of the men were in the kitchen or dining room cleaning up. We met them first then moved on to the living room, Mary making introductions.

After the introductions, and a chorus of "Hi" and "Hello" one of the older men spoke up, "Yeah, everybody. Katy, the lez dyke, and her latest slut. What, you decided to both be girls today Katy? And having trouble attracting anyone your own age, are you? At least this one has a nice set of tits, if they're real."

The room went silent so fast that the only sounds were the announcer on the TV calling the next play and my gasp. I was winding up to say something when Wendy cut in.

"Donald Franklin Weston. You festering pile of dog shit. I know you're drunk, and probably won't remember any of this tomorrow. But get this... You will not speak of my daughter, or her delightful friend, with such language. You do it again and I will beat you within an inch of your life, then come back later and do the other inch."

She took my and Katy's hands and flounced out of the living room towing both of us, moving so fast I tripped turning around to keep up with her. I just managed to keep up without falling down. I gathered it was rare for Wendy to swear. Once we were in the kitchen she followed it up with another.

She said to us, "I don't approve of your relationship. But it's really none of my fucking business who either of you sleep with or what your relative ages are or anything else."

Then to me, "You're a lovely woman, and I don't just mean your appearance. You seem to be intelligent and informed and you obviously care about my daughter. And she obviously cares about you. That's a rare thing in this world. Don't let anyone, including me, fuck it up."

She closed her eyes, stood up straight and ran both hands down her body, like she was brushing off dust or water or something. Katy explained later than it was her trick to clear her mind. To brush off something unpleasant. She ended with her hands by her hips, palms down, then smiled and opened her eyes.

"Now, let's visit with the civilized half of family for a bit."

We had coffee and pumpkin pie with Mary in the dining room, among the partially cleaned up remains of dinner. Some of the others continued cleaning up, but slowly, often stopping to take part in the small talk. 

We visited a few more houses before returning to Wendy and Mark's place. Mark and his son seemed to have adjusted to me and didn't do more than linger over my bust when they happened to look that way. But Katy's sister was having a harder time of it.

We got home around eight, went to my room, kissed for several minutes then, without a word, slowly undressed each other. As each bit came off we'd spend several minutes touching each other and looking at our selves or each other in the mirror. It took us over an hour to get down to heels, stockings and garter belts. We were stroking each other. Nipples, ears, pussies, buttocks, backs, cleavage. Well, my cleavage, she didn't really have any. Walking around and around each other. I put my fingers inside her then brought them up for her to taste herself. She did the same to me.

Eventually we came to a halt, just staring into each others eyes. It felt like seconds and then it also felt like hours.

I whispered "I love you."

She looked at me for a few seconds then replied, "I love you."

I was about to drop to my knees to lick her when she did it to me instead. I was already thoroughly aroused but she found a way to wind me up more. Very slowly, very gently, and when I came it was not with a scream or muscles totally out of control. It was so gentle I could just stand there stroking her hair and purring deep down in my throat. It was one of the very best orgasms I'd ever had.

She stood up waiting for me. Touching me here and there. Nipples, underside of one breast, but not the other, Left hip, right armpit and so on. Totally asymmetrical and a total turn on. I went to my knees in front of her and tried my best to do for her what she'd done for me. I wasn't as practiced as she was. She did twitch a bit and let out a fairly loud moan when she came. But she didn't go into seizures or fall down. I'd been that successful.

I slid up her body, trailing my breasts up her legs and belly then took a step back. We continued touching and started walking around each other again, but also moving towards the bed. She reached over to shut off the lights but held me back from getting into bed. We continued touching for some time, enjoying each other without vision. Just touch and smell. We moved into the bed bit by bit, kneeling and still stroking and touching. She kicked off her heels, I heard them hit the floor. She laid me down on my side, took off my shoes and tossed them on the floor.

She slipped in behind me, spooning like we had our first night together almost two months ago.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 09



Monday, December 26, 2011, A morning after.

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Katy had the day off and I didn't have any place to go, so we stayed in bed late. Napping and cuddling hours after we'd have usually gotten up. A little touching, a little pillow talk, no sex.

We were laying on opposite sides of the bed, a couple of feet away from each other, looking at each other faces. She was tracing my lips with one finger nail.

She said, "When I said I loved you last night. I didn't mean... I mean... well, there's Betty and..."

I said, "I understand. I meant the same thing. You have Betty, and despite what we're doing this moment, and the whole D/s thing, I'm not looking to be to be the center of someone's life. Or have them be the center of mine. I want to be in someone's life, and have them be in mine. But not the center. I do love you, and you're very important to me, but you're not my girlfriend. You're very significant to me, but you're not my "significant other." And I'm not yours."

"I love you too, just the same way."

She rolled me over on my other side and pulled me to her, putting her arms around me.

She was quiet a moment then said, "We should get Betty in here with us."

She felt me go stiff for a second then I relaxed and said, "Yes, Mistress."

She said, "Oh, no. I know some people do submission that way, but I won't. You're not my slave. I need us both to be happy with whatever we do. Tell me what the problem is. Your body just spoke for you."

I said, "I don't know her. I've only met her once, the day you moved in, and I don't remember her at all. I know she knows about us, but I'd have to know her better before I'd be comfortable sleeping with her. On the other hand, I trust you. If you think we should bring her to bed with us, I'll do it."

She thought a bit then said, "Thank you for trusting me. I think you'd both enjoy each other, in or out of bed, but you're right. Let's get you two together, out of bed, and see if you hit it off. I'm sure you're going to love each other."

I said, "Thank you. You know, I keep thinking of this submissive thing wrong."

She said, "No surprise. Not only is my take on it is a bit different, but movies, TV and even stories play it the way you seem to be thinking about it. We'll work it out. I think we're beyond the point where we'd have to stop."

She paused again. "Changing the subject, my mother likes you."

"Really? I didn't get that impression."

"You'd have to know my mother. She doesn't approve of our relationship, she thinks you're too old for me. Or I'm too young for you. And she hasn't entirely made peace with me being lesbian. She a bit conflicted. First, she believes it's none of her business how I live. On the other hand, she's my mother and cares about me. But she defiantly likes you."

I said, "I'm glad. Listen, can be put the heavy issues aside for a bit? I want to nap here in your arms, and you in mine, a little longer, then get to cleaning this place up. Our clothes are still on the floor over there gathering wrinkles. I'll put them on hangers and take them to be cleaned."

She said, "Thank you, baby. That would be lovely. Take a nap. I have to check on the servers at work in a little while too."

She fell asleep faster than I did. I was thinking about Betty and wondering what it would be like with another woman. Before Brian, I'd been with more boys and men than I could count. And almost all of them, until Brian, had taken advantage of me. I'd been with no one since he died. No one until Katy. And now?

Thursday, December 29, 2011, Invitation to a party

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We're in the kitchen this morning getting ready for breakfast. Katy cooking. We're both wearing robes, but neither of us have closed them. I'm watching her at the stove humming to herself and dancing in place as she works. I got up, dropped my robe on the island, and came up behind her.

I said, "Put the spatula down," then bit her ear.

"Hey!"

I said, insistently, "I told you to put it down!" and bit her again.

She asked, "Who's the mistress here?"

I replied, "I am, for the moment."

She giggled, "OK, I'll buy that."

She put the spatula down, I slid her robe off and tossed it on the island on my way back to my seat.

She turned to watch me sit down and said, "I thought you were going to dominate me?"

I said, "I am. The way you Dom me. By watching you. Go ahead and finish cooking."

She smiled, picked up the spatula and returned to her task, doing her humming, singing and dancing thing. She knew exactly what I wanted to see, now swinging her hips more suggestively than usual.

In a few minutes she set out breakfast for both of us then sat across from me. As we eat we exchange the usual morning small talk.

After a while she said, "V, Betty and I were invited to a New Years Eve party. We can bring someone with us. Would you like to go?"

"Oh, I'd be too old for your friends."

"Maybe, but I don't think so. I've told some of them about you..."

She didn't get to finish the sentence. I gasped, dropped my fork, and covered my breasts with my hands. I was staring at her wide eyed. She looked back at me surprised.

I said, "You told some..." and trailed off.

"No, Virginia. Only that we're friends, I like you a lot and that we went to each others holiday dinners."

She pointed at my hands. "That's an interesting reaction. What you are doing there?"

I looked at my hands "Covering myself, I guess." I picked up my fork and started eating again.

"As I was saying, I've told some of them about you and they'd like to meet you. We'd be meeting Betty there. If you decide not to stay you can take my car home. Or we could take yours. I can get a ride home with Betty"

"Well, OK. What do we wear?"

"It's sort of dressy. It think the outfits we wore to my mothers." She noticed my nipples stiffen. "You like that idea?"

"Well, yes, I love those outfits. You looked wonderful, Katy. And I loved taking them off later."

"We both looked good. And you'll have a chance to talk with Betty."

Saturday, December 31, 2011, Betty.

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The party wasn't until nine, but we started getting ready at six. We showered in my bathroom, played a little but didn't quite have sex. Just having some fun. We did each others hair, but Katy did our makeup. We'd found that even when we tried to do it the same, we each had different styles which produced subtle differences. Her style was a bit more colorful, my style more muted.

We'd each done our own for Thanksgiving at my sisters. I'd done both for Christmas at her parent's, since we were trying to be identical. This time she did us both. We'd used just gloss, no nail polish, for dinner at her parent's. This time we used bright red matching polish and lipstick. Then took our time dressing each other.

We were ready by a bit after eight, but Katy wanted to wait a little to get us get there a little after nine. So we stood on the front porch watching the neighborhood. The folks across the street were having a party. I knew a few of the people going in and they waved at me. We chatted until eight-thirty when Katy's cell phone rang.

She looked at the caller ID then answered, "Hi, baby... OK..." She looked at me. "Yes... probably not... yes, you can spend the night here..."

I looked surprised and she covered the phone and said to me "We'll sleep in my room. Is that OK?"

I said, "Of course."

I found that I felt vaguely disappointed. I hadn't really expected Katy to sleep with me tonight. I'd been sure she'd stay out much later then me and spend the night at Betty's place.

She uncovered the phone and said "No, silly, you won't need any clothes for the morning."

Then she realized she hadn't checked with me about Betty going nude, or whatever she had in mind. She looked enquiringly at me. I nodded OK, though I wasn't entirely sure it was OK. Well, I could always wear a robe or even get dressed.

"Sure. See you in a bit. Love you."

She closed the phone and dropped it in her purse.

We went in then through to the garage and took my car. She put the address into my GPS and I noticed that the predicted travel time was forty five minutes. We'd be getting there about twenty past nine.

The drive was uneventful except for being stopped at a drunk driving check point. We were both pretty giggly, so they had me get out and do a field sobriety test. Katy got out to watch and we attracted some attention from being dressed as were and matching. People pointing and the police officer even commenting on how perfectly we matched.

When we arrived there were already quite a few cars in the driveway and on the street. We parked a minute or so walk away from the house. We got out, stopped under a street light and adjusted each others skirts and petticoats and headed into the house.

As we walked in Katy said, "There's Betty's car." A little white boxy shaped two seat sports car. "It's twenty-five years old. She found it barely running and restored it mostly by herself. It's her pride and joy."

I said, "It's cute."

Katy smiled at me, "She's indulgent when I say that. If she takes you for a ride in it, be sure to put on your seat belt and tighten it. I've been on more sedate roller coaster rides."

We went in and Katy made introductions. We'd met a half dozen people before meeting a couple who knew of me.

He said, "Ah, you're the famous Victoria."

She said, "No, dear, I think it's Virginia."

Katy said, "Yes, Virginia."

As at her mothers house, there was a lot of talk about Katy wearing a dress and us matching.

Then someone said, "Has one of you been here a while? I thought I saw you earlier."

She looked at Katy and I more closely, "No, that woman as a red head. And wearing glasses, I think."

Katy said, "Sorry, not us." Then she said to me, "Betty. Let's find her."

I wondered why she would think Betty was one of us, when I was a surprised to see what looked like Katy or I from behind. Same dress, same stockings, same shoes. Hair styled the same as ours, but red. Katy saw her too, pulled me through the crowd, then let go of my hand and put her arms around the woman and kissed her on the back of the neck. She turned and I'd met Betty.

As with my description of Katy, some of this I learned later. Beatrice Rachael Campbell. 19 years old, 5' 8" tall, weights 135 pounds, measures 36C-27-36, has straight red hair, usually parted in the middle but often styled in various ways, and very green eyes. She regularly exercises, but skips days when she's busy. She also plays tennis occasionally. Her overall physical condition is about the same as mine.

She can also be described as "pretty" and/or "cute." Probably prettier, but not as cute, as Katy. And, again, on some occasions "beautiful."

She works as a senior engineer at a local mechanical design company.

She's a bit near sighted and usually wears small oval steel rimmed glasses, often a bit down on her nose so she can look over them, pushing them up when she needs to see distances.

She glanced at me then she and Katy kissed, careful of their lipstick. Her makeup matched ours pretty closely. As Katy introduced us, she turned her attention to me and smiled. And in that moment I wanted her. I gasped and my mouth dropped open and I felt my nipples pressing against my bra and dress. Her eyes dropped to my breasts then looked into my eyes. I looked away, embarrassed, then managed to shut my mouth and turn back to her.

I stuttered, "Hello, Betty. I've heard so much about you."

Still smiling she said, "It must have all been good. You seem very happy to see me."

She reached up with one finger, gently pressed one of my nipples, then withdrew her hand. I became aware that my hair was being stroked and turned to see Katy smiling at me and, well, petting me.

She asked, "You OK darling?"

I said, not caring if Betty heard me, or maybe actually wanting her to, "I think I've soaked through my panties."

Katy giggled and ran her hand down my back, tickling me at my waist band.

Betty leaned forward and whispered, "I think I just did too," then straightened up.

I turned back to face her. She continued, "You're every bit as beautiful as Katy said you were. I hope you'll let me play dress up with you some day."

I said, "Um. '...play dress up...' Um. I mean, yes. I mean, thank you."

They were both looking at me, on the verge of giggling. I was struggling for something a bit more intelligent to say and caught on the panties comments.

"Betty. Are you dressed entirely the same as we are?"

She leaned forward again, then looked down into her own cleavage. I followed her eyes and watched as she pulled her neckline down, the same way Katy and I had at her mothers.

She said, "See for yourself."

I saw the same bra, though a different size, of course, as Katy and I wore. She let go, then straightened up again.

I turned away from them and said, "I need a drink."

Betty asked, "How about the one in your hand?"

I looked down to see that I hadn't finished the one somebody had handed me when we came in. I gulped it down and felt an arm go around my waist. Katy. Then another from the other side. Betty. We started moving through the crowd to the bar when I heard someone say "My God, look at these three."

People were looking at us and some camera phones flashed. I guess we must have been a sight.

When we got to the bar they put me on a stool and we asked for drinks. Them standing behind me, behind my shoulders, one on each side.

I asked, "Are you coming home with us tonight Betty?"

I could hear the smile in her voice, "We've only been here a half an hour, Virginia."

I said, "Of course." I'd totally lost track of time.

Then Katy said, "She's coming home with me. Do you want her to come home with us instead?"

I didn't get a chance to answer. The guy serving drinks asked, "You're Katy's Virginia?"

My hand twitched on my glass, thinking he was talking D/s. I looked up at him. And decided that, yes, I was for damn sure still interested in men. He was gorgeous. Tall, muscled, perfect face, clean shaven, short brown hair.

Betty said, "Yes, this is the Virginia Katy talks about so much."

At the same time Betty was speaking, Katy spoke closely into my ear, "He didn't mean it that way. Only Betty knows. Of course, he might have overheard something." I was calmed and took a sip of the drink he'd made for me.

He said, "Wow, a lot of us were starting to think she'd made you up."

He was openly staring at me, but at my face rather than my breasts. Well, they got some of his attention too, but mostly he looked at my face.

He asked, "Have you done any modeling? Glamour photography? I could do things with you."

Katy said "John's a security expert and computer wizard, but his latest adventure is to become a professional photographer. He wants to do glamour and lingerie pictures for a living."

I asked, "So, I wouldn't be wearing clothes?" I was thinking that I hoped not.

He said, "Well, lingerie. Maybe some nudes, if you're OK with that. But I'd like to do you even if you want to keep all your clothes on."

I smiled and asked, "'Do me'?"

He replied "No. Well, yes, I'd like to do that too." And he actually blushed.

I was really liking him. He smiled then gestured around the room. "But there's nothing special about me. Every straight guy and gay woman in the room want's to 'do you,' Virginia."

I said, in an expression of surprise, "No."

"Maybe a bit of an exaggeration, but you're really quite beautiful. I'd love to get you in my studio and under the lights."

He paused for a second and actually blushed again and said in a quieter tone, "Or in my bed and under the sheets."

Katy said, "Bed aside, Betty and I have already modeled for John. You should do it. It's fun."

I looked up at her then gestured for her to put her ear near my mouth and whispered, "Mistress?"

She whispered back, "You want me to decide for you?" I nodded "yes."

She was thinking that over when he said, "Hey, how about all three of you? You'd be great together. Different heights, hair color, shapes, but all good looking. Maybe with those outfits, do something retro. Sure, you'd be great together."

Katy said, "That might be cool. Betty?"

"Sure, fun."

Katy said, "OK, we'll do it. Give me a call in a couple of weeks."

Monday, January 1, 2012, Three of us

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We stayed until well after midnight. I recalled drinking a lot more than I'm used to. I often don't drink for months at a time, except wine with meals. And a couple of times Katy and I had finished off a bottle, or even two, talking way into the night and morning. There was also a lot of talk and quite a bit of dancing. I danced with both men and women, mostly slow dancing but some faster numbers too.

And there was the guy who had his hands under my skirt grabbing my ass and would not listen when I told him to stop. I pushed him away and when he came back Betty decked him with a single punch. It was quite impressive.

That might have happened twice with two different men. I also remembered distinctly Katy and I sharing a long passionate kiss and people cheering us on. And a shorter but also passionate kiss with Betty, with Katy applauding. Then the three of us going to fix our makeup.

Katy and I were both too drunk to drive. But Betty hadn't drunk at all. I'd learn that she drank even less than I did and only if there was no chance at all she'd have to drive. I was reluctant to leave my car there since I'd bought it only a couple of months ago, and Betty's only seated two anyway. The couple that owned the house let Betty put hers in their garage, and she drove us all home in my SUV. It took me three tries to enter my code to open the door from the garage to the kitchen.

When we got inside Katy said "Take off your dress and jewelry, V."

I glanced at Betty, remembering that she knew all about this.

I said, "Yes, ma'am," took my dress off, carefully laying it on the island, then my jewelry, putting that on the kitchen table.

She said, "Now mine." I did hers, just as carefully, dress on island, jewelry on table.

Finally, "Now Betty." I looked at Betty. She stood there and smiled, looking down at me.

Katy asked, "Do you need a time out?"

I said, "No, Mistress," but still looking up at Betty. She pulled the zippers down on each side of her dress and waited smiling. I repeated the process I'd done with myself and Katy. Three dresses on the island, three sets of jewelry on the table.

Betty said, "Thank you, Virginia."

We went upstairs, with them following me, watching me. We paused in the hallway between my room and Katy's.

She asked, "Do you want us to get undressed together V?"

I took them both by a hand and pulled them towards my room. I turned the lights on low so we could all see ourselves and each other in the mirror. It was a repeat of the night Katy and I undressed each other except that there were three of us. And two of us were a little unsteady from being pretty drunk. We were still pretty drunk.

When we were down to nothing I found myself standing in front of Betty with my hands on her hips. I dropped to my knees to lick her, but she pulled me back up to my feet.

She said, "Not tonight, Virginia." I was surprised and disappointed. More like crushed, really.

I asked, in a tiny trembling voice, "You don't want me?"

She said, "Oh, I very much do. But you're too drunk to really give consent. Even if you never had any regrets, I wouldn't feel right about it. I don't want to take any chances with our first time. It's too important."

That made me feel a lot better. Katy said, "Let's get some sleep and see how we, you, feel in the morning."

I said, "But I'm..." I pinched my own nipples.

Katy said, "You're horny now. So am I. So is Betty. We can all keep it for a while. Or if you can't, we'll leave for a few minutes while you relax yourself."




Ginny and Katy Pt. 09



I'd thought I was too drunk to be embarrassed. I was mistaken. I felt myself blushing and looked away. Katy put a finger under my chin and raised my head to look at her. Meanwhile, Betty looked out the window. It was starting to get light.

She said, "Might be after lunch, it's almost morning already."

Katy said, "Do you want us to sleep with you?"

"Please."

Betty said, "Love to. But we don't have a lot of experience with three in a bed. Well, sleeping anyway. We'll have to see how it works out. But why don't we start with you in the middle?"

I said, "That sounds nice. Thank you."

We all climbed in. It was very strange to me. And an expression Brian had used once, talking about watching kittens sleep, came to mind. He'd said it looked like, "Squirmy fun."

It was. We all got up to pee more than once, even Betty had had a lot to drink, just none of it alcoholic. We each took our makeup off and let our hair down during one of those trips to the bathroom. When we finally started to stir late in the morning, well after ten, we were all really just in our skin with our hair let down.

I opened my eyes to see Katy a foot or so away from me. We were on our sides facing each other. She had one hand curled up under her chest and the other resting on one of my breasts. Betty was behind me, almost on her stomach pressed up against my back. I could feel her breath on my upper back. She had one arm in the narrow of my waist with her hand holding the one Katy was holding my breast with, her other hand resting on my head. I reached out and gently tugged at one of Katy's nipples.

She squeezed my breast hard and said, quoting me from almost two months ago, "If you want to play with my tits just do it. Stop screwing around."

Before I'd figured out how to reply Betty said, "That sounds like a wonderful idea."

Her hand moved to my other breast and squeezed it pretty hard. She rolled me flat on my back and sucked my nipple into her mouth. Katy did the same with my other nipple. I moaned and put my arms around them both, pulling them closer to me. They ran their hands over my body, the same motions on both sides.

I said, "You two practiced this, didn't you?"

They both moved up to my ears and whispered at the same time, "Of course."

Katy, alone, asked, "Do you still want Betty?"

I looked to Katy, then Betty, and back to Katy. "Yes."

Katy rolled out of bed and stood looking down at us. "I'm so pleased. Have fun," and walked towards the door.

I asked, "You're leaving?"

"Yes, Betty will explain. Let me know when you're done. I'll bring up coffee."

"But..."

Betty said, "Hush. Relax."

She pushed me onto my back then got up on her knees, straddling my waist. I watched her breasts bounce as she got into position. Katy's breasts were almost too small to bounce. I'd seen my own often enough in mirrors, but this was different. And delightful. I suddenly understood then why Brian and Katy were so fascinated watching mine.

She looked down and said, "We want you to remember this fondly. We think that if we're both here you won't be able to really focus on your first time with me. And we hope it will be the first time of many. If you enjoy this, we'll all play together another time."

She leaned down close to me, pressing her breasts against mine then kissed my nose.

She pulled back so I could see her clearly. "Ready?"

I said, "Um. Am I your sub?"

She kissed me again, on the lips, but lightly. "No, Virginia. Do you want to be?"

"Um..."

She said, "I'd prefer not. I'm a sub, sometimes. But I'm not really much of a Dom. But I can try if you want."

"Oh, no, that's fine."

She asked again, "Ready?"

I wasn't really completely sure, but said, "Yes."

She laid her weight on top of me, slid down my body until our pubic hair rubbed together, and started kissing me. My arms went around her. The passion slowly erupted, taking over a minute to reach it's peak.

She broke the kiss and sat up, now straddling my hips. She rotated hers, pressing our pubic bones together.

She asked, "Do you have any preferences?"

I said, "I want to see your landing strip."

"My what? Oh, yes. Sure."

She moved up over me and dropped back down with her legs on each side of my head, my shoulders caught under her ankles.

I was inches from her crotch. I reached around her leg to stroke her pubic hair. The strip started just above her slit, was about an inch wide and three long. It was a little darker than the hair on her head. She let me play for a minute then put one hand behind my head and pulled my mouth into her. I started licking.

She was different from Katy. Different shapes, different sizes, different taste. She smelled different too. Both her natural scent and she wore perfume, which Katy rarely did. And she liked things a little different. She wanted it harder, sooner, than Katy usually did. She reached behind herself to play with my nipples with her other hand.

She said, "Suck on me."

Katy didn't like that until she was considerably more wound up. But I did as she asked and she obviously enjoyed it.

She turned around on hands and knees, pulled my legs far apart, and buried her face in my pussy. She held my arms down with her shins and hovered her pussy just out of reach of my mouth. She licked and sucked on me. I was getting hugely turned on and frustrated that I couldn't reach her pussy. She used her fingers inside me and her tongue on my clit.

I cried out, "Let me lick you!"

"Just a moment, dear. I'm not quite done here."

She kept at me and in a minute I wasn't thinking anything. I came hard, and loudly. But only for a few seconds. While I was still trashing around, just as I crossed from my rising orgasm to the receding slope, she mashed her pussy down on my mouth. As I regained awareness of myself I was smelling and tasting her. I started licking and sucking immediately.

We spent another hour stroking, licking and sucking on each other. We each came several times, the last being by mutual oral, on our sides, our heads pillowed on each others inner thighs. Taking a long time about it and coming almost gently. We laid there panting for some time.

As our breathing became normal I said, "I need a shower. Wash my back?"

She said, "And your front too. And..." she plucked at my bush "...everything else. Invite Katy?"

"Of course." I rolled out of bed and headed to the bathroom. "I'll get things started, will you go get her?"

"Right." She trotted out of the room, bouncing along happily on her toes, almost dancing.

I had the hot water going when Betty came in.

"She was napping on the couch. She's starting the coffee so it'll be ready when we're done."

She came to me and we kissed. My back was to the door so I didn't know Katy had come in until I felt her lightly bite the back of my neck then run over my hips as she pressed her body up against my back. Her hands slipped over my belly and into my crotch. She pulled on my pubic hair then moved her hands up to my breasts. Lifted them and let them fall back again Then she did the same to Betty's breasts. She got us both by a hand and pulled us into the shower, commenting to Betty "You're going to love this shower, darling."

We took most of an hour showering. Betty and I both went down on Katy, laying her on the floor under one of the shower heads and spreading her legs so we could both reach. We each used a hand to pull her nipples and the other inside her. Betty and I played with each others fingers in her pussy.

Betty said, "Lick her clit with me. Turn around. I'll lick up, you lick down. We get to doing it as fast as we can."

We pressed our cheeks together so we could both get in close. It took a bit of practice but we quickly got to where our strokes were almost continuous. Given the small space, we were also licking each other tongues, which was an odd and erotic thing for me.

Betty paused and quickly said, "Don't stop, don't even slow down, when she comes. Hold her down. Now, as hard as you can."

We sped up and pressed harder. Katy came with a scream echoing around the shower, writhing around, throwing water in every direction and almost throwing us both off. It reminded me of our first time on the kitchen floor. We made her come again. She tried to push us away and started to cry. Not unhappy or painful crying, but all done in crying. Betty said, "Slow down, follow my lead." We continued to up/down lick, slowing over time. Katy came once more, tensing but without the thrashing, then when we finished laid there panting in the water.

Betty and I pulled her to her feet, washed her hair and bathed her then sat her in the corner of the shower and washed each other. It was into afternoon by the time we were dry.

Betty asked, "Are we getting dressed?"

I said, "I'd prefer not to just yet. But I will if either of you want to."

We went down to the kitchen, all of us nude, to make something for late lunch, then ate at the table on the back porch.

Betty said, "This is lovely, V. Your landscapers are good."

I said, "They're good, but they're a pain to deal with. You'd swear they think it's their yard and I'm just using it."

She asked, "Can we swim in that pond?"

I said, "Brian put it in specifically so our kids could play in it. It should be fine. It's heated and cooled to the best temperature for the fish. You'd find it just a bit chilly initially. I put my feet in it sometimes. It gets comfortable pretty quick. Go ahead if you like."

"Thanks. Katy?"

She looked at it. "Sure, a little later."

I left them talking and went upstairs, taking the dresses and my jewelry from the island on my way. I hung the dresses and gathered our lingerie and put everything on hangers too. I'd take it all to the cleaners later in the week. I went to the window and saw the girls sitting on the edge of the pond.

They'd be busy for a few minutes, so I dared to smell our panties and take in the unique odors on each. I could tell which belonged to each of us, though that was mostly because Betty and I both very lightly perfumed ourselves down there, and we wore different fragrances. Katy rarely used perfume. Or, at least, I'd only noticed in on her once or twice so far. But I could also tell the difference between our natural fragrances.

I suddenly got a mental picture of Ginny sniffing at the girls. Then the two of them having Ginny fetch their panties, being told to pick one or the other by scent. I closed my eyes and rubbed myself thinking of being Ginny. I wanted so badly to tell Katy about Ginny, but was still afraid of what she'd think. The idea passed through my mind to just become Ginny one evening and greet her at the door. But we'd talked so little about pet play, and she seemed to have trouble with it, that I dismissed the idea.

I looked out the window again and watched them playing in the pond. Mostly just two teenage girls playing. Two nude teenage girls. With just a bit of sex mixed in. I watched Betty overpower Katy on the edge of the pond, pin her to the grass, kiss her hard, then jump away back into the water.

I went to my computer to get up to date with the world, and Nancy in particular. I hadn't checked my messages in a couple of days. If I didn't soon she'd show up on my door to see what was wrong. I was reading the local news when I heard the kitchen door slam and feet running through the house and up the stairs. Katy and Betty ran in my door, dripping from head to toe. They came up on each side of me and pulled me to my feet and backwards, knocking my chair over.

They said, I perfect unison, "Come play with us, Mommy!"

I said, "Mommy?"

They dragged me out into the back yard and walked me directly into the fish pond. Katy pushed me over, Betty caught me and they quickly lowered me into the water and knelt on each side of me.

Katy said, "See? I told you they'd float!" They were both looking at my breasts.

I said, "You dragged me out here to see if my breasts would float?"

Katy said, "No, silly. I knew they'd float. I wanted Betty to see."

"Why didn't you use hers?"

"Well, yours are so much bigger. It's easier to see that they're really floating."

I tried to stand up. "So, I can go back to my computer now?"

They held me down. "No, we want you to play with us."

"'Play?' And what's this 'mommy' crap?"

Katy pulled me to her. "Play, just play." and kissed me deeply.

Betty said, "I told her I was wishing my mother was more like you. She offered to give you to me as my new mother. The idea just sort of took on a life of its own."

So I stayed. We played for about an hour. Splashing, running around playing tag, kissing. Except for the kissing, we were just kids playing in water. It was, refreshing for me. Another thing I'd never done as a child. I felt young. We quit when my fingers started to wrinkle.

We went in, not bothering to dry off, and made sandwiches for dinner. Betty went home around six. Katy and I had a pretty much normal, for us, evening after that. We slept separately.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 10



Preface to Part Ten

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This part is a bit on the short side.

As I mentioned in the preface to part six, I originally started this story for myself and organized it as a simple linear series of dated entries. To satisfy the Literotica 1,500 word minimum I broke the story up into parts. To make the parts of reasonable size but still keep topics together, some of those parts come out kind of short and others pretty long. This part, part ten, is around 2,700 words. Part eleven will be around 9,600. Hopefully this part will be a nice teaser and part eleven worth the wait.

Again, thanks everyone for reading, voting, commenting and giving me feedback.

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Thursday, February 16, 2012, Ginny makes a mistake

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In the six weeks following new years, things went on much as they had before. Except that Betty was now, occasionally, part of our household. She had slept over several times, usually in Katy's room, while I slept alone. This wasn't any hardship. I slept alone, on average, five nights a week anyway. I continued to take care of Katy, as her submissive role. But Betty only occasionally. And then, only because Katy asked or told me to.

A few times, all three of us, had sex and sleep together in my room a few times. A couple of times they slept with me, just sleeping. Again, nothing unusual about that either. Katy, sometimes, also just slept with me only to sleep.

One night, Betty had come over to meet Katy for a night out. Katy called to cancel. She was having trouble at work. Betty and I went out instead. We got home after nine and Katy still wasn't there. So we'd talked for a while, had some wine, then spent the rest of the evening in my bed having sex, pillow talking and, eventually, sleeping.

Katy climbed in with us an hour or so before dawn. She'd left her car in the driveway rather than wake us with the sound of the overhead garage door opening and closing. We woke enough to give her a hug and put her between us in bed.

She sniffed us and the bed and said, "It smells like I missed a great time."

We giggled over that then Betty and I cuddled Katy between us and we all went to sleep.

Through all these weeks I'd been trying to talk myself into telling Katy about Ginny. Effectively, this meant telling Betty too, since Katy had told me they didn't keep secrets. I'm sure that was good for their relationship, but I'd have liked, this once, to tell Katy something and have it stay between us. But I was honest enough with myself to know that even that wouldn't have made it much easier to tell.

We'd also never discussed that "good girl" comment on Christmas day. I could have brought it up, but she'd seemed uncomfortable about it so I didn't. It was to turn out that I should have. It would have saved us a lot of time. But, as things often do, it all worked out anyway.

The problem of telling Katy about Ginny solved itself. I called the process of becoming Ginny, "letting her out." I'd been doing it every couple of weeks for some time. More often if I was stressed by something. And Katy's' schedule was quite predictable, so doing it during the day was pretty safe. But she did, rarely, come home during the day.

The problem with this, for me, was that if she was going back out, she didn't put her car in the garage, so I didn't have the noise of the overhead door opening to warn me. I didn't know she was coming until she was unlocking the front door. You could see almost all of the living room the moment you opened the front door. And Ginny liked to play in the living room.

In all our time together Katy had only come home while I was Ginny twice. The first time, before we went clothing optional, had been a panic for me. I'd had too many toys out to just grab them and run, so I'd jammed them under the couch and run upstairs to remove the tail and collar, got dressed come back downstairs shortly and talked with her while she ate lunch in the kitchen.

The second time was simpler. Since that panic, I'd made it a point to only bring two toys down to the living room. And we'd gone clothing optional at that point, so all I had to do was pick up my toys, go to the downstairs laundry/bathroom hide everything in the bottom of the clothes hamper, and return to the living room.

Because of this, I had developed something of a false sense of confidence that I wouldn't get caught. And I didn't, quite. When we talked about this later, Katy thought that Ginny had wanted to reveal herself. Two reasons. First, I didn't remember that Katy had told me the night before that she'd be home around noon today. She needed to do some remote testing for her job. Second, I didn't use my usual precautions. Most importantly, keeping the toys in easily reach in case I had to run.

I was laying on the living room rug playing with my squeaky toy. I tossed it with my mouth, and it slipped and went under the couch. Rather than retrieve it, which was my policy to keep from getting caught, I switched to the tennis ball and batted it with my paw. It went down the hall so I ran to it, pounced on it, and lay there chewing it.

I could see the squeaky toy under the edge of the couch. But rather than go get it to keep it close, I continued laying in the hall chewing on the tennis ball. When I heard the front door unlock. I jumped up on two feet, grabbed the ball, and took a step towards the living room. I heard the door open and knew I'd never make it. I ducked into the laundry, removed the collar and tail and hid them with the ball in the bottom of the hamper. Hopefully, she wouldn't notice the other toy before I had a chance to grab it or kick it under the couch.

I walked into the living room to find Katy sitting on the couch with her briefcase open on the coffee table. She was setting up her laptop. I was nude, of course, and since she'd just come in she was still dressed, except that she'd taken off her sneakers. They were beside the coffee table. The toy was only just under the couch. Her left foot was just inches away from it. I could almost smell the disaster coming at me.

Katy looked up. "Good afternoon, V. Make us some lunch, please." She looked back at her laptop. I found that I was feeling even more in my submissive mind set than usual.

I asked, "What would you like, ma'am?"

She smiled at "ma'am" and said, "Tomato soup would be lovely, if we have any."

I said, "Yes, ma'am, we do," and went into the kitchen to prepare it. I brought it back out shortly and set it down near her, but out of the way of the papers she was looking at while working.

She looked up and said, "Shorts and a t-shirt, baby, then open the curtains on the picture window."

"Yes, ma'am."

I went off to dress. She hadn't told me to put on underwear, so I didn't. I came back, opened the curtains, and waited.

"You didn't get yourself any lunch?"

"I already ate, thank you."

"OK. I'm going to be busy here for a couple of hours. I'll call you if I need you. Or you could sit here with me if you like."

"Thank you, ma'am, but I think I'll check my email."

"That's fine. I'll come see you when I'm done here. Maybe we can go to dinner, if you'd like."

"Sure, Katy. Sounds like fun."

I went upstairs, and did check email. And the news, and watched a movie. Then I just waited a while. I got to wondering what was keeping Katy and went downstairs to see. My heart jumped into my throat when I came into the living room and saw my toy sitting on the coffee table beside her laptop.

I said something like, "Oh!," though not really very loud. But she heard me anyway. She pointed to her cell phone, shushed me, then smiled and tossed me the toy. I caught it and held it to my chest. I was feeling very small and very vulnerable.

I heard a male voice from her phone, "Katherine, they're just not synchronized. One of them is dropping messages."

She said, "I agree. Let's try restarting Marty's servers."

Another male voice, "Right now?"

She said, "No, it'll take your office offline for ten minutes. Issue a warning. Give them, oh, twenty minutes then kick it."

The same voice again, "Will do. Take a break?"

Katy said, "Sure. Let's leave the conference on. I'm muting now. Be back at, uh, six fifteen. Let's all be talking before you reboot so the rest of us can watch our servers to see how they handle it."

I heard the two men I'd already heard, two others, and two woman all agree. Katy pushed the mute on her phone and leaned back.

She looked at me. "And you, little girl." I was just standing there, barefoot, in shorts and t-shirt clutching my toy to my chest.

She said, "Close the drapes."

I did. When I turned around she'd stood up. "Undress me."

I walked toward her. I needed both hands so I stuck the toy in my back pocket.

She said, "No, put it in your mouth. Those are your teeth marks on it, aren't they?"

I said, "Yes," and put it in my mouth. I moved to her and undressed her. She didn't seem upset. In fact, she seemed excited. As I pulled down her panties and kissed her, as I always did when I undressed her, I could smell that she was defiantly excited. I quickly had her nude, and put her folded clothes on the edge of the coffee table.

She sat down and asked, "Do we have any of our talking wine in the house?"

I shook my head "no."

"OK. Go get some. A few bottles. Maybe this is going to take more than one night of talking. And since I have to work tonight and tomorrow we may not even get a chance to start tonight."

She gestured for me to kneel beside her. I did, she took the toy out of my mouth and put it by her laptop again. Then kissed me. A kiss with bit of passion and promises in it. We had hands behind each others heads, caressing each other. I reached with my free hand to squeeze one of her breasts. She reached down to do the same to one of mine through my t-shirt.

When we broke the kiss she said, "Put your sneakers on. No underwear. Go ahead shopping now."

As I started to stand she said, "I imagine you'll want to put this away too," and handed me the toy. "And please take my clothes up to my room."

I went up, put her clothes in her room, left the toy on my desk, put on my sneakers and got my purse. On my way back through the living room to go to the garage I noticed that she was working her computer with one hand and herself, between her legs, with the other.

I heard a Marty on the phone, "You there Katy? Four minutes to go."

She removed her hand from her crotch and pressed a button on her phone. "Here, Marty. Everyone else back?"

While all the voices checked in she held out her hand to me. I walked over and licked her fingers clean then dried them with my t-shirt. Katy gave me a quick kiss then turned back to work.

I went into the liquor store, watched my unsupported breasts bounce under the t-shirt, and felt my nipples harden as they moved against the fabric while I walked down the isle. I felt awfully conspicuous, and felt myself getting damp. Damn if she didn't know exactly how to find my limits and nudge me just far enough past them to turn me on. I was fully covered, but still felt pretty exposed. The shorts weren't tight, I could feel the air cooling the dampness between my legs.

I got four bottles, and went to the counter where the teen age boy stumbled over his tongue and made a series of errors with the cash register while trying not to stare at my breasts. I briefly considered flashing him, but decided against it. I was already pretty embarrassed, and word would get around.

When I got home there was a seven way conversation going on. It sounded like things were not going well.

Katy said, "Hush up a minute. Marty, I think you're on to something. Let's all take five while Marty checks his logs."

She muted the phone, said, "Strip," then unmuted again.

I wasn't wearing much so I was nude almost immediately. She pulled me down for a kiss, then pulled me further down so I was kneeling on the couch, straddling her lap. She quickly bit one of my nipples, pulled back looking into my eyes for a second, then past me to her laptop. A moment later she slipped two fingers slowly inside me and started stroking

She said, in the quietest possible whisper, "Not muted." I nodded that I understood.

She rubbed me hard inside, then her thumb settled on my clitoris. In less than a minute I was starting to pant. She smiled up at me as I started to squirm. She put her other hand over my mouth and moved harder inside and outside my sex. I put my hands on her shoulders to hold myself in place. I had my head pitched back, looking at the ceiling. I whimpered into her hand.

She whispered again, "Look at me, baby."

With some difficulty, I forced my head down to look at her face. I came seconds later. I groaned and shuddered. A couple of squeaks escaped around her hand. After tensing for some time, I collapsed on top of her.

One of the women on the phone, "Did you say something Kate?"

She giggled, "No, I just surprised my room mate. How's it going Marty?"

He replied, "I need another minute or two, but I think I see the problem."

Katy said, "Good, we'll be waiting."

I untangled myself and slid off the couch onto the floor, my head ending up in her lap. She was stroking my hair while I took deep breaths to recover. I could smell her arousal.

I said, "Hmmmm!" then pushed her legs apart, put my arms around her waist, and leaned in starting to lick her.

She gasped then said, as quietly as she could, through clenched teeth, "No, Virginia! Not now!"

One of the other guys said, "What was that?"

Katy said, "Nothing, I'm talking to my room mate. I'm going to mute for a few seconds."

But I reached out and pushed her phone off the far side of the coffee table, made a "shush" gesture, finger to my lips, then really applied myself to my task. She tried to push me away, but I tightened my arms around her and held on tight. She jammed the heel of one hand into her mouth and it was her turn to whimper. Then I had her. She flopped back on the couch, with one hand still to her mouth, while the other grabbed a fist full of my hair and pulled my head into her .

She came then, arching her back and lifting my upper body with her. I slowed my licking and pressed more lightly, letting her come down quickly, but gently. Her hands fell to her sides and she lay there panting. I licked her and the couch clean, got my t-shirt and dried them both off. I retrieved her phone and put it on the table then stood there waiting for instructions.

She sat up, reached out to mute her phone, then said, "You are an evil, evil woman."

I replied, smiling, "Thank you, ma'am. Are we going to talk now?"

She said, "No, I'm sorry. This is all screwed up. We'll have to talk tomorrow." I guess I looked worried because she added, "It's going to be fine, baby. I love you. Please get me a glass of wine then go on up to bed."

I got her wine, collected my clothes, and went up to bed. I couldn't get to sleep for some time. I was woken just before midnight when she slid into bed with me, cuddled up and, without a word, fell fast asleep.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 11



Preface to Part Eleven

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In the preface to part ten I said that part eleven would be around 9,600 words. I was mistaken. It's actually come out to over 10,400 words.

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Friday, February 17, 2012, Katy meets Ginny.

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I woke my usual time and was starting to untangle myself from Katy when, to my surprise, she spoke to me.

"Virginia?"

The surprising part was that she sounded fully awake. Usually, mornings we'd slept together, the best she achieved when I got out of bed was partially awake mumbled greeting then went back to sleep.

My bed is in the corner, one side up against a wall, with a window over it, and the headboard up against a blank wall. An arrangement Brian and I had settled on long ago to let us put a table with a couple of chairs, my desk (his was in his office downstairs), a small couch, a television and some other usual bedroom furniture in the room but still have a lot of open floor. The idea was to give us room to relax and play while the kids roamed the house. We never got to have the kids, and he was gone, but the layout worked so I'd never changed it.

The problem with the arrangement was, if you were sleeping on the inside you had to climb over the other person to get out of bed. And it somehow seemed to work out that when we slept together I usually ended up on the inside in the morning, even if I started on the outside when we went to sleep. And so it was that I was on the inside and on my knees, about to climb over her to get out, when she spoke to me.

I replied, "Good morning, Katy."

She sat up and put her arms out to me. I dropped to all fours, then thought better of that in light of what had happened last night. I continued forward and rolled over, ending up sitting beside her. She spread her legs apart and patted the bed between them.

"Sit here, V."

We'd done this before, me with the back of my head between her breasts or on her shoulder. This time it was her breasts and she wrapped her arms around me, hugging me close to her. She raised her knees, hugging me with her legs too. I put my hands on her knees, caressing them slowly.

She continued, "Virginia, things are really screwed up at work. I'd really like to take the day off so we can talk, but I can't."

"That's OK Katy, I understand."

"Yes, thank you. In fact, I have to go in as early as I can. I've been awake for a while now, waiting for you to wake up."

"Oh, dear! You could have woken me up."

"I know, but I like watching you sleep. On nights we spend together, I often watch you sleep. I enjoy it. And I needed to think a bit anyway."

She paused. She'd started stroking my hair with one hand. "Virginia, look, I made the assumption last night you'd want to talk about what that toy means. Well..." She paused again. I was about to speak, but she put a finger on my lips.

Finally she said, "Time out." Paused again. "Look, any meaningful friendship is always be a work in progress. If problems come up, we need to address them. With our sort of relationship, some of those problems might involve sex or our D/s relationship. Or other things. But the relationship, itself, should always be fun. Should hurt as little as possible."

She continued, "If you don't want to talk about that toy, and what it means, I'll just pretend I never saw it and we can go on from there. It was well worn so you've obviously been doing whatever you're doing a long time."

She'd took her finger away from my lips. I said, "Yes, I..."

She cut me off, "Please let me finish."

She ran her hands down my arms then spread her fingers. I'd been resting my hands on her knees but I was familiar with this gesture. I raised my hands and we interlaced our fingers to hold each others hands.

"So, today, I'd like you to think about whether you want to talk about it or not. But there's one thing I should say before I go. If you've been putting off telling me, maybe afraid of what I'd think of your pet playing, you should know that I love pet play. It's my very favorite game. I've been afraid to tell you because I thought you'd assume I'd use your submissive role, press you into pet play."

I twisted around so I could see her face, but still holding hands. "Oh, Katy!"

"V, we don't have to do anything about it. But I thought that, before you decided to talk or not, you should know. I had a very bad experience with it once. If we talk, I'll tell you about that too.

She released my hands, flipped me onto my back and leaned over me for a long, slow, passionate kiss. I was wet well before she finished and reached for her breasts.

She pulled away. "Oops, no dear, I really have to go."

"Katy! I want..."

She jumped off the bed and said, "Time in?"

My shoulders slumped, "Yes, ma'am"

"Good. I have to take a quick shower. Get me some clothes and something quick for breakfast. I'll meet you in the kitchen."

"Yes, ma'am."

Fifteen minutes later I was still nude, dressing her in the kitchen while she had coffee and a bagel. She finished eating just as I finished dressing her. She gave me a quick kiss and picked me up and sat me on the island. Then put both of my hands into my crotch.

She said, "Begin."

I started playing with myself, looking into her eyes. She smiled then headed towards the living room. I stopped as she walked away, but she glanced back before going through the door. "Keep it up. I want you to come before I leave. You've got about five minutes."

"Oh!" I started again.

I remembered that she'd had her laptop, briefcase, and papers all over the coffee table. She probably hadn't picked up before coming to bed last night, but I hadn't noticed on my way through to the kitchen. She was back in just about five minutes. I was pretty close. I was leaning back on one hand with my legs spread wide. She knew perfectly well what being watched did to me, and I knew just as well what watching me did to her. So I put my feet up on the island and spread myself as wide as I could.

She moved between my legs and bent down closely watching me. She slipped one finger inside me, found that special spot, and started rubbing. I came in seconds. My heels and the hand supporting me slipped off and I fell onto my back. My head hanging off the side of the island way from her, my legs the side she was on.

She took her finger out of me and walked to the door to the garage and stopped. I was gently rubbing myself, to come down slowly.

"Virginia!" I looked towards her as she put her wet finger in her mouth and sucked it clean. She smiled at me and said, "Good girl."

My pussy clenched, I felt my juices running down between my ass cheeks and dripping onto the island. I knew I wouldn't be getting up for awhile. She swept out and I started in on myself again. And, even though we'd never talked about it, I now knew where that "good girl" a few weeks ago had come from.

I completely believed her that she wouldn't have pressed me into pet play, but she had certainly been thinking about it. And being half asleep that morning, that phrase has slipped out.

It was an odd day for me. I had ample opportunity to be Ginny, and normally, in a situation so loaded with emotions, I would have. But with the forthcoming discussion, it just didn't feel like the right thing to do. And I was completely sated after coming twice more on the island after Katy left.

I decided to do something ordinary to pass the time. I gathered Katy's clothes from the living room, got others from the hamper in her room, and did her laundry. While it was running I showered and shaved. I'd just finished putting everything away and was having lunch in the kitchen when the door bell rang.

I was nude, so I threw on the sun dress I kept in the front closet and peeked out the spy hole in the door. There was an FTD truck in the driveway and a pretty girl on the porch with what looked like roses. I opened the door.

She smiled and asked, "Virginia Andrews?"

"Yes."

"Sign here please."

As I handed her back the signature gadget I caught her looking at my breasts. She looked back up, blushed a little, and smiled. But did not try to pretend she hadn't been looking. That was a little surprising, and a bit of a turn on.

She handed me the roses. A dozen in a variety of colors. As I took them I went out of my way to slide one of my hands along hers. She again blushed just a little and smiled.

She said, "Enjoy, ma'am."

I smiled at the "ma'am," closed the door, and leaned against it, thinking. Had I reached a point where I was going to try to seduce random delivery girls? But, well, she was cute. And she had been looking. And she hadn't pulled her hand away.

I shook it off and looked at the card. It said, "V: Love you. Don't worry. K."

She'd sent me flowers a couple of times before. The same mix of colors. And I'd even sent them to her, the same mix, at work once. I was delighted and got out a vase and set them up on the kitchen table.

Mid afternoon I got a text from her, "I'm bringing home dinner. Let's eat on the back porch table. And let's dress. I pretty sure I'm going to want to undress you later."

I replied, "Will do. When will you be in?"

"I'll text you when I'm on my way."

"Yes, ma'am."

"You should decide if it's easier for you to talk time in or time out."

"I have. Time in, ma'am. Thank you."

"Right. We found the problem, so hopefully around six."

She texted at four thirty, "Problem fixed. I'm leaving early. Picking up food. Should be there quarter past five."

A bit before five I moved the flowers to the table on the porch, put out place settings, candles, and a bottle of our "talking" wine. I showered and was dressed in sneakers, panties, bra, a zippered skirt and a sleeveless blouse with buttons. If she was going to undress me, I loved watching her undo my buttons. She made such a sensuous show of it, usually doing the last few with her teeth and tongue.

I turned off the lights on the porch, lit the candles, and waited for her, sitting in my chair. I heard her car enter the garage. She was on time. I stood up watching the door. She came through the kitchen onto the back porch. She put the food packages on the table then pulled me to her for a kiss. She'd intended it as a quick one, I was sure, but ended up kissing me, and I her, deeply and for some time.

She broke the kiss and said, "Oh, boy, you smell great. Where as I've had an awful day and don't smell good at all. Please serve out dinner. I'm going to take a quick shower and put on some fresh clothes."

I set dinner out. Steaks and all the trimmings from my favorite steak house. She liked this place too, but there was another place she liked better. She was trying to put me at ease. She was back very quickly, in fresh clothes but with her hair still damp. She gave me a quick kiss and we sat down to eat.

We mostly small talked through the meal. I had mentioned that I'd had the impression she had issues with pet play. She confirmed it, but turned the conversation to other things for a while longer. When she served out desert she finally brought the topic around to pet play.

She said, "Dear, I'm asking you to trust me with something huge and scary. So we probably should clear up that conflict between that impression you got and what I said this morning about loving it."

She thought while we ate apple pie with ice cream. "My favorite thing, my favorite fantasy into reality thing, is playing the owner of a puppy girl. I love training them, petting them, grooming them, playing with them and everything else. Everything. Playing means both puppy games, fetch and roll over, and sex games. I've realized this with others a number of times, but the first three, and especially the third, are important.

The first time was just something a girlfriend and I tried on a whim. It went OK, but she wasn't all that into it. We played for a couple of hours a few times then that ended. I also tried being the puppy with her but it didn't work for me. I couldn't let go enough. I understand getting into "puppy space," the right mind set. I gather it's something like the way I get when I have a girl as a toy. But I can't do it. That was one of the things that made it clear to me I'm firmly a dominant.

"The second time was also several times for a few hours and once for a weekend. We both had a good time but we moved on to other relationships. The third time was with a live in girlfriend named Barbara. That was the one where there was trouble. She was very submissive anyway. And really got into the game. We tried it for a morning then stopped for lunch. Afterwards she really wanted to get back into it, so we did it that afternoon and into the evening. She even slept at the foot of my bed that night."

I said, "Oh!"

She smiled, "You like that?"

"Yes."

"Well, we'll talk about that later. Anyway the next day was work, so we ended the game after breakfast. "After" is important. She really didn't want to stop. I've always wondered if I should have known that was a bad sign, but I was pretty naive at that point. So was she. We did it again, a couple of evenings and over nights and it seemed to go well. She had a great time and so did I.

"Then the place we worked shut down for two weeks for remodeling. The owners were good about it and we got paid anyway. And her parent's had gone away and wouldn't be back until after we were back at work, back to our apartment."

"She'd have the house to herself for two full weeks. She asked me to stay with her and be her owner. It actually went really well. We tried it as full immersion, most of the time. Do you know what that means?"

I said, "I think so. Sleeping like a puppy, entertaining herself a lot of the time, going out instead of using the bathroom. It's a lot more than just sex."

She continued, "Yes. 'A lot more than just sex.' We didn't do it all the time. We went out dancing a few times. And slept together and had sex normally too. But she spent most of the two weeks as Bambi, her puppy name. She enjoyed it, I enjoyed it, it seemed great. That was when I learned to really love puppy girls. Or, at least, the way we did it. I've seen other approaches, and even tried some of them. Some just didn't satisfy me. Others outright turned me off."

"After the two weeks, when we drove back to our apartment, she started to get quiet. When we got home she wouldn't look at me and kept her distance. It turned out that, as much as she'd loved it, when we left her parent's house, and she started thinking of being in the real world again, she was over powered with embarrassment that I'd seen her like that. She wasn't mad at me, but she just couldn't look at me."

Katy stared at me for a long time, but her mind was elsewhere. Then she came back into focus. "I've played since then, and it's gone well. But never for more than a couple of days, and never that level of full immersion. I'd be thrilled to play with you. But I love you and I don't think I could live with you looking away from me the way Barbara did. On the other hand, you're not her. I think it's time for you to do the talking. If you still want to."

I said, "I do, you see..."

She put her hand up to stop me. "Let's finish then move out onto the lawn."

We finished our pies then cleared. Quickly all that was left was the almost empty wine bottle and glasses.

She asked, "You have another bottle of wine?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Great, open it and bring it along." She walked to edge of the porch and sat on the top step. I came out a couple of minutes later after opening the wine.

She said, "Sit here between my legs with your back to me."

I did and she hugged me with her legs then poured wine for both of us, finishing the first bottle and starting on the second. She was stroking my hair with one hand and sipping wine with the other. I was caressing her knee and one hand and had my wine glass in the other. I looked out into the yard, illuminated artistically by the landscaping lights. It was overcast tonight, so no moon or stars.

We sat there for minutes until she said, "If you don't..."

I, quite uncharacteristically for me, cut her off with a "Shush."

She giggled briefly and I looked up to see her smiling at me. "Not exactly the perfect submissive, V."

I said, "Sorry, I'm gathering my thoughts. Its' not like I haven't had all day to think about this, but I'm still afraid. But I need to say, I've wanted to tell you since we started talking about submission."

I was silent for another minute then asked, "What about Betty?"

"Betty?"

"Won't you have to tell her?"

Her body language expressed surprise. She said, "Oh. Right. I did say that I told her everything, didn't I? No, I don't have to tell her. You can't really tell someone else everything. For one, it's boring. For another, if you don't have some of your life to yourself, you become afraid to do, or even think, things because you feel you'll have to tell the other person about it. No, Betty and I have secrets from each other. Not of the important stuff. For example, I didn't cheat on her with you that first time. I told her I wanted you a few weeks after we became friends. She was fine with it."

"She'd only met you that once when I moved in. But the way I talked about you she thought we'd be good together. Later, as I talked more and more about you, about us, she started to want you too, without ever meeting you. The same thing with you about her, I'm sure. You just had to meet her face to face to accept the idea.

"But anyway, back to pet play with you. No, I don't have to tell her. I'd like to, especially if it works out well for us, but I don't have to."

I said, "OK. Please don't. For now."

"I agree."

I was silent for another minute. Then started talking.

Well, I'm not going to write the whole story of how Ginny was created again. If you want to refresh your memory, go back and read FLASHBACK: THE CREATION OF GINNY in the "Monday, December 5, 2011, Talking about toys" entry in Part 4. That was the story I told her, adding how Ginny had evolved since Brian had died and I'd been on my own. I said almost non-stop, mostly looking straight ahead into the yard. I ended out of breath.

I waited for her to comment then twisted around a bit to look her in the face. She smiled at me and I smiled back feeling relieved that I'd finally told her. She turned my face back to the yard, put her glass down, and stroked my hair and massaged my shoulders with both hands.

Then she asked, "You get off on the humiliation?"

I'd been half expecting the question. But I'd never had a really good answer. But, well, here goes.

I said, "That's an odd thing, Katy." I read the stories and I know that's a part of it, or even most of it, for a lot of people. The first time I did it for Brian it just sort of happened. We were both pretty horny already and I guess I skipped over that part. But at other times, it depended on what my state of mind was when became Ginny."

Continuing, "When I switched in front of him it was always humiliating. And a massive turn on. But once I get into being her, no. If I got snapped out of Ginny, then it was humiliating again until I could get back into her. I suppose it's going to work the same way with you. But it was a big turn on every time."

There followed a long pause, at least a minute, while she stroked my hair and down to my shoulders.

Finally, clearly but quietly, she asked, "Do you want me to be your owner?"

I felt my heart go "thud." I swallowed, licked my lips, and swallowed again. If I'd opened the door already, I was about to throw it wide now. I managed to say, nearly in a whisper, "Yes."

She asked, "Once in a while? Full time? A lot of the time? What did you have in mind?"

I said, "Most of the time, at least at first. Maybe less or even more later. I wouldn't want to loose the other things we do together."




Ginny and Katy Pt. 11



I glanced quickly up at her face. She seemed both happy and a little sad. I turned forward again.

I added, "From what you said, I know you're afraid of that. And what you said about Barbara has got me just a bit afraid too. I'm not sure how much I'm ready for. Ginny has only ever had Brian as her owner, and never to the full immersion level. Since he's been gone all her owners have been imaginary."

She responded, "You said 'Ginny' and 'her' rather than 'I' or 'my'. Talk about that a little more. I want to be sure I've got it straight."

So I talked more about how I saw myself when I was Ginny. There were a few more questions, then, "So, can I still talk to Virginia while you're Ginny?"

That was a new thought to me. I reflected on how Brian and I had played and said, "I'm not sure. Maybe. I think if it were anything other than very simple it would yank me out of character."

She said, "We'll have to check it out. I'd like to be able to be assured you're really OK in there."

Short pause, then, "I think I understand how it works for you. Barbara said she, Barbara, disappeared when she was Bambi. But I know other people who do what Barbara did and didn't have trouble after coming out. But that's all for later."

She then asked, "Anyway, you say your owners now are imaginary. Real people? Who are they?"

I was embarrassed by the question, but I'd expected it so I answered quickly. "Since we first talked about dominance and submission, it's usually you."

"But not always?"

"No."

"Who else?" 

I answered, "Betty. And sometimes both of you."

"Really! She'd be flattered. And I'm sure she'd love it. But we'll put off finding out until you're ready."

She asked another question I'd been expecting. "Are you set in the way you play, or would you be willing to be trained?"

I knew that training is a lot of the game. I'd expected that if we did this, she'd want to train me. I'd thought about it and, other than what I wore to play Ginny, I didn't really have any fixed requirement. Except...

"Yes, training is fine. But I really don't like pain. I'd want to use the same rules we use for my submission."

She said, "I'm a traditionalist, in some ways. I know you hate pain, and you've got issues with spanking because of you're parent's abuse. How do you feel about being swatted with a rolled up newspaper?"

Well, I hadn't thought of that question. I sipped my wine, looking over my glass at the lights, and considered it. ""So long as it didn't really hurt, I think that would be a bit of a turn on."

"Just what I hoped you'd say."

I asked, "You'll do it?"

She got up, pulled me to my feet, and we strolled out onto the lawn hand in hand.

"We have to start slow, V. I've explained my fears, especially if it gets serious. All we've talked about is puppy play. And that's more than enough for right now. But if we do get serious about this, there's more to it than that for me. But I think we should try it out. I want to if you do."

We were standing by the fish pond, the lights under the water casting rippling patterns on our faces. She turned to face me, holding both of my hands.

She asked, "So, do I get to meet Ginny tonight?"

Ever since I'd decided I wanted to tell her I'd been thinking about how to handle this question. I knew that if I ever did tell her about Ginny, I'd need to have Katy meet her right after talking. If I waited it would be much harder to do.

So, I took a deep breath, let it out, and said, "Yes."

She sort of jumped up and down a couple of times, but with her toes still on the ground and still holding my hands.

She said, "Oh, so cool." and led me back to the house.

We picked up the glasses and wine on the way into the kitchen. As we stepped in I shut the door behind us.

She asked "Did you have any ideas on how to start?" 

"I thought maybe you'd go in the living room and I'd send her to you."

She repeated, "'...send her to...,' Right. The way you think about her that's how it would work, wouldn't it? Well, we can do that if you like. But seeing how you're dressed, I think you were hoping I'd undress you."

I looked down at my shoes. "Yes, ma'am."

"I'd love to. And that gives me an idea on how to let me participate in introducing Ginny. You go get her things and meet me back here."

"I brought them down earlier. They're in the cabinet."

She said, "Wonderful. Put them on the table."

The box was a fancy wooden one that had once held bottles of wine. Not too big, not too small. It latched firmly, could even be locked, and had a handle. There weren't a lot of things in it. I got it out and turned and walked to the table. Katy was sitting in her usual seat. I put the box in front of her.

She looked up and asked, "Are you wet?"

I sure was. "Yes, ma'am."

"Do your nipples hurt?"

They did a bit. I looked down and they were poking out very noticeably, even through my bra and blouse. "Yes, ma'am."

"You may rub them and yourself through your clothes. Don't come."

"Thank you, ma'am." I raised my skirt so I could reach myself and started gently rubbing there, through my panties, and my nipples through my shirt and bra.

She opened the box and looked over the contents. It was mostly puppy toys. A tennis ball, a couple of rubber balls, several chew toys and several squeaky ones. My dog bowls. But the important items were my collar, leash, and tail.

She looked up and said, "Stop, please."

I put my arms down by my sides and adjusted the fall of my skirt, but only with my left hand. She noticed then looked to see my right hand was wet with my own juices.

"Clean your fingers, dear." I started to turn to go to the sink. "No, V. Use your mouth."

I did. After all this time, it wasn't difficult. I liked the taste of Katy and Betty, and even myself. As I continued cleaning my fingers she lifted my tail out of the box.

She asked, "A rubber tail? Why not a fur one?"

I replied, "I can't express myself with a fur one. They just hang there. This one I can wag by just wiggling my ass, and make bob up and down my just tightening my anus. To make those fur ones move you have to use your hands or really swing your butt a lot."

She said, "You use your tail to express yourself? I'm so looking forward to you showing me that."

I bit my lip. This conversation was so embarrassing, but also such a turn on.

I finished with my fingers and dried them off on my skirt. She put my tail back in the box and slid off her chair to kneel in front of me. I looked down to watch her take off my sneakers and set them aside. She ran her hands up the outsides of my legs, inside my skirt, and slid my panties slowly down to my ankles then left them there. She pushed my feet as far apart as they could go, stretching my panties to their limit.

She stood, pulled my blouse out of my skirt, and ran her hands up my sides inside the blouse until she reached the band of my bra. She followed it around the back and undid the hooks.. She worked my bra off without unbuttoning my blouse then dropped it on the floor by my shoes. She unzipped my skirt and pushed it down over my hips. It hung up part way down since my legs were spread.

She said, "Hmmm. Ankles together baby, then step out of your panties and skirt."

I did and was now wearing only my blouse.

She knew I loved the way she unbuttoned my blouse. She gave me a sexy grin, kissed me on the nose, then started.

I looked down as she unbuttoned the top one slowly with her fingers. Then bent down and did the next one with her teeth. When it popped open she leaned in further and, very slowly, licked my chest between my breasts. I shivered, but stood my ground. Next, she moved her head quickly to the left to gently bite my nipple through the fabric and again to bite the other one the same way. I jumped at both bites, then cooed deep in my throat as the sensation changed from sharp to a gentle throb.

She alternated fingers and teeth all the way down, ending kneeling in front of me doing the last button with her teeth. The blouse fell open. She kissed me just above my slit then worked her way back up with kisses on my belly, between my breasts, up my throat, and finally on my mouth. As she stood kissing me she pushed the blouse over my shoulders, letting it fall behind me.

She stepped back and handed me my collar. Brian had bought the very best. Even after all these years it, and the leash, both looked new. As I put it around my neck she lifted my chin.

She said, "Look into my eyes, my pet."

My pussy tightened even as I felt the humiliation rising in me. The click of the latch echoed loudly in the silent kitchen. She broke her gaze and watched me put my hands by my sides again. I was acutely aware that, except for my collar, I was totally nude before my new owner.

She ran her fingers through my bush. "I love this on you. I'm so glad you kept yourself fuzzy down here, especially now. It's so right for the animal you're becoming to show a hairy pussy when she runs around. Don't you think?"

I stammered out, "Yes, ma'am."

Then she ran her hand up between my breasts and to the D ring on the front of the collar. She put her finger through it and gave a gentle tug. I could see she was looking at the collar.

The tugged again, just a bit harder, and whispered, to herself, "Oh my God."

She stepped back, staring at my collar. Her hands came up and she squeezed her own breasts, what looked like pretty hard, then pulled on her nipples. I saw her body shimmy for a second.

She whispered again, "Oh my God!"

She let go of her breasts, stepped up to the table, and took my tail out of the box. She set and released the locking button several times, watching the plug part change shape. She looked up and handed it to me.

"Almost there, baby."

I knew this was coming, but hesitated. "Take your time, baby. It's a big step."

I went to the counter to put some lotion on the plug. This wasn't strictly necessary. It was made of some incredibly smooth metal. I could have put it in without lubrication, but it was a little more comfortable, initially, to use some. Sliding this in my ass with her standing there was going to be embarrassing. I could feel the heat in my face and knew I was turning red.

But I also anticipated that, as with Brian, after it was in and I was on all fours I'd make that switch to Ginny and would no longer feel that. Well, the embarrassment didn't really ever go away, but it changed from the thing on the top of my mind to something more like spice in the background. It was enough to keep me wet more or less continuously, but I didn't focus on it. At least I sure hoped I'd switch as I had with Brian. This probably wouldn't work if I couldn't reach that same mind with Katy.

I turned to face her then bent over to put my tail in. She stopped me.

"No, Ginny. Show me."

I wasn't really quite Ginny yet. None the less, her first command to Ginny did things to me. Made me feel a bit bolder about what I was about to do. I could feel my pulse in my throat. And could feel my juices coating my inner thighs. My nipples had hardened again. I could feel the thrill rising in me. There was release in her commanding Ginny. And knew I was going to do whatever she said. And that I'd be safe in doing so. She wouldn't take advantage of me.

I took a deep breath, turned to face away from her, and bent over again. I paused a moment, knowing she was looking at my pussy and ass hole, then eased the plug in and pushed the locking button. I stood up, still facing away, my hands absentmindedly rubbing my own belly, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth.

Katy said, "My God, that was hot!" and applauded. "What a good girl you are."

The "good girl" pushed me to the next step. I slowly went down on hands and knees, looking over my shoulder watching her face as I did. I spread my legs a bit, exposing myself to her, wagged my tail, then turned around to face her. I was very aware of my breasts jiggling and bumping into my arms.

She leaned forward to look at me. "You are so beautiful. Your breasts, the shape of your ass. So beautiful." I smiled and wiggled at her praise, causing my tail to wag again. "And that's adorable. OK, I know you don't talk as Ginny, but you do make sounds. Let's hear 'yes' and 'no'."

Bark! Yip!

"Good, and you said you whine when the answer isn't 'yes' or 'no,' or it's something else. Let's hear that."

I made a 'whine' sound, ending on a rising note. Like a question.

Brian had decided to go for realism so my sounds were imitations of real puppies or dogs, not a woman barking or saying "bark." Or any of the other sounds I made. We'd practiced them for months and I was note on perfect. I could easily set other dogs to barking. And that "other dogs" thing was a part of my mind set as Ginny. Internally I used the expression "other dogs" rather than "real dogs."

Katy said, "Those tiles must be hard on your knees. Let's go in the living room." She picked up the box and held the kitchen door open to watch me walk past her. I'd almost reached my usual state where the Virginia part watching and the Ginny part acted. The humiliation was fading and the joy was rising rapidly.

She sat on the couch and continued, "Let's check your poses. What you're doing now is 'up,' right?"

Bark.

"Let's see 'sit'."

I did, toes and knees on the floor, ankles a few inches apart, knees about a foot apart. I sat on my ankles, with my tail between them. Got my breasts between my upper arms, the leaned over until I could rest my hands on the floor between my thighs. I looked up at her.

She looked at my body and my pose. "Well, you were right. It's very realistic. But I'm not happy with it. You look hunched over and I want to see your breasts better. Besides, it seems that would be uncomfortable looking up at me."

She stood up, I craned my neck up to look her in the face. "Is that uncomfortable?"

Bark.

"I thought so. We'll come back to that in a minute..."

She stopped talking, and leaned forward to pet me. Then played with my hair for a few seconds.

She stood again, looking surprised.

She commanded, "Up!"

I stood, on all fours, and tried to look up at her.

"Look at my knees, baby."

I did, wondering what was going on.

"Lick my toes."

I leaned down and did so, the humiliation level rising again, but along with it the arousal too.

"Sit."

I did that too. She said, "You picked this hair style for Ginny, didn't you?"

I whined.

"You don't understand... oh, right... let's try again."

She thought, then, "Ginny, did Virginia pick that hair style for you?"

I wiggled with joy and barked twice.

"I'll get used to this. You're wonderful. OK, now beg."

From the waist down "beg" was the same as "sit." The difference being I raised my upper body straight up, pretty much a ninety degree angle to the floor, with just a slight curve for better comfort, and put my paws, made into fists, up by my shoulders.

"Yes, I like that. Your tits are nicely on display, I can see your belly and your bush. It's much easier to look up at me, isn't it?"

Bark.

"Let's see what we can do to make 'sit' look more like that. Lower your upper arms let your hands hang by your sides."

I did. "Better. Put your hands behind your back."

I did that. "Even better. Put your shoulders back. Not too much, you have to be able stay like this for a long time."

I did that too, then adjusted myself until they were back, but not strained. I looked up at her.

"Lovely. Your breasts look wonderful and it opens up your cleavage just a bit. But on second thought I don't like the arms behind your back. It reminds me too much of a slave pose. Try resting your hands on your upper thighs."

I did that. She walked around me. "Palms down, please."

I switched. It all felt very comfortable.

"Very, very nice. Ginny, this is 'sit' from now on. Understand?"

Bark.

"Do you prefer 'down' or 'lay down'?"

Whine.

"Right, If I gave you a choice, you'd prefer 'down'?"

Bark.

"Fine, but I may slip. 'lay down' means the same thing, OK?"

Bark.

"Good. Down!"

This pose I was was particularly proud of. It looked uncomfortable, and had been at first. Brian had had to help me get into, and out of, this position for weeks. I spread my ankles and knees apart and lowered my pelvis and belly right to the floor between them. Put my chest on the floor, crossed my arms in front of me, and rested my chin on my wrists.

It had taken months to get flexible enough that I could get into and out of this pose easily and more months to being comfortable in it. I'd kept it up all these years and today I could, and did, sleep in it when I was Ginny. I often did it just because I could. Besides, it helped keep me flexible.

She smiled broadly. "Wow, that's amazing. Doesn't it hurt?"

Yip.

"I've never seen another puppy girl do that, Virginia." Pause. "Oops. Sorry, 'Ginny.' And with you giving me those 'puppy dog eyes' it's very cute."

I wiggled again, wagging my tail. She giggled at that.

"I think I may see what you meant about the tail. This is wonderful. OK, up!"

I rose directly up to hands and knees.

"Amazing. Very good, Ginny."

She sat down again looking over the toys in the box. She picked up one of my bowls.

She asked, "Are you thirsty?"

Bark.

"Sit, stay."

I did and watched her take the bowl out to the kitchen. I sat there thinking about what was going on. I felt good, though still a bit embarrassed. Still a bit of humiliation. If this worked right, and it seemed to be, it would stay that way. Just a bit of humiliation.

I could feel myself relaxing to Katy seeing me. I was enjoying myself. And I was very horny. I looked down to see my nipples standing up very hard. I could feel the moisture on my thighs. She came back in and put the bowl with water in it on the floor.

"Go ahead."

I walked over and lapped up enough to satisfy my thirst. Then started walking around the room sniffing at things. I stopped and watched her when I heard her moving things around in the box. She took my tennis ball out.

"Come, Ginny, sit."

I walked over and went into my new "sit" pose in front of her. She tossed the ball down the hall.

"Fetch!"

I ran off, grabbed it, brought it back, and dropped it at her feet.

"Good girl, Ginny. But I want you to do that a little differently. When you bring me something, I want you to keep it in your mouth and beg. Understand?"

Bark.

I picked up the ball and went into 'beg' pose.

"Perfect. Let's try it again."

She tossed it down the hall again. We did this a half dozen times. I was very aware of my tail wagging and exposed glistening pussy, my clitoris standing out of it's hood, as I ran away from her. And my bouncing, swaying breasts with their hard nipples as I ran back.

But more, I felt the joy of having a real, not an imaginary owner, play with me, watch me, and praise me again after all these years. After the first few trips I noticed that she didn't seem entirely happy with my performance. Then she took the ball and didn't throw it, instead rolling it in her palms.

We'd worked out that when she took the ball I switched from "beg" to "sit." I continued to sit, looking up at her, her looking down at me.

I was getting a bit nervous. Did she want to stop already? My puppy behavior was largely modeled on a puppy Brian's parent's had been raising when he and I had lived there while our house was being built. I took a cue from that puppy and whined at her, the same way she had when we didn't immediately do something she was waiting for.

She petted my head and caressed my cheek. "Patience, baby girl."

I licked her hand, which caused her to giggle. "You really have this down, don't you?"

Bark.

She crouched down in front of me, continued petting my head and looking into my face. I licked her face. She giggled and pushed me back.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 11



"Yes, you really know your part."

She continued to stroke me, then, "We're going to change the way you run. When I've had a pet girl for more than a day or so I've always used something else. But that's for next time." She paused then said thoughtfully, "If there is one."

She stood, "But, for right now we have something else I know you want to do. So do I. Stay."

I watched her walk to the couch. She removed her jeans and panties, sat down, and spread her legs. I stood up, but she caught the movement and said, "Sit! Stay!"

I sat down and whimpered. "You seem awfully anxious."

I was. Quite anxious. I'd learned to pleasure women and do it well, or so she and Betty both said. I'd also gotten better at doing myself. But doing Katy as Ginny would be something new. For one thing, Ginny didn't have hands. I'd only be able to use my mouth and tongue. As I watched her showing herself to me I wondered what I might be able to do with m nose.

When people talk about these sorts of games, they often talk about getting into "puppy space." Or "kitten space." Or whatever. A place where your mind works differently. A place where you enjoy the freedom of being a pet. Or a pony. Or even a slave or a sex toy. I'd learned a new mind set to go with being Barbie the dress up doll. And, of course, long ago the one when I first became Ginny.

But Virginia never disappears when I'm Ginny. And didn't when I was Barbie either. I'd wondered if that was unusual for me. But hadn't been able to get any clear answer. I guessed I'd have to talk to another pet when they were out of the space. But for me, Virginia steps back and watches. And sometimes makes decisions.

So, when I decided to break "sit" to go over to Katy, the impulse was Ginny, remembered from the behavior of that puppy years ago. But the final decision was was Virginia. I don't think I'd enjoy Ginny, and take refuge in her, if I lost the Virginia part.

Among other things, I think I'd forget that I was having fun and that I wasn't being responsible. Anyway, we all have other mind sets. Katy was about to, accidentally, send me into one I hadn't occupied for over twenty years. A very bad one.

So, Ginny wanted to go to her. And puppies don't always do what they're told. So I stood up, on all fours of course, again and took a step towards her.

She said, "No, Ginny. Sit. Mama spank."

The phrase "Mama spank" did it. I was instantly an eight year old girl about to have the daylights beat out me for some minor infraction. That was the exact phrase my mother most often used right before beating me.

I said something unintelligible, filled with terror. I stood up on two feet, and looked for somewhere to run. I was breathing hard and and took a few steps towards the front door. Then a couple of steps towards the far corner of the room. Then froze and stood shivering.

Katy, of course, knew something had gone very wrong. She was on her feet rushing towards me. I shied back from her and she stopped.

She said, tears in her voice, "Virginia!"

It ran to the hall, stopped, leaned my back against the wall, and turned to look at her. I was hyperventilating. She was approaching very slowly, hands apart, palms up.

She said, in a very sympathetic voice, "Virginia?"

And I clicked back to something somewhere between Ginny and Virginia, mostly Virginia, but most importantly, not the eight year old girl about to be beaten. She got close to me, but hesitated to touch me.

She said, quietly, "Time out," and put her arms out to me.

I nearly knocked her over going into her embrace. We fell to our knees, with her cuddling me and stroking my hair and back and making soothing sounds.

She said, whispering into my ear, "Tell me."

I said, just barely not sobbing, "I can't. I'm just being a baby about it. The bitch is dead, I'm safe, but when you said... you said... you..."

"I know. I'm sorry. We talked about things not to do, but I didn't think to ask about things not to say. I'm so sorry. I won't do it again. Here, lets get you out of this and I'll help you get dressed."

She unlatched my collar. I stopped her and clicked it shut again.

She asked, plainly amazed, "You don't want to stop?"

"No. Thank you. I know you're going to be a good owner. I feel safe with you. Besides, my dead mother is not going to get in the way of this too. She's screwed up so much for me. I can hardly make friends. I'm constantly afraid of doing the wrong thing. I worry about how I look. How I... never mind. I trust you and want to do this."

I stood up, shook myself, and said, "Give me a minute to become Ginny and we can pick it up where we left off." I smiled. "She really want's to lick you."

She kissed me, not passionately but nicely, and said, "She does, huh? And you?"

"Of course, but we can do that later."

And she got that expression on her face that she'd be some time getting over. The one where she didn't quite understand the difference between Virginia and Ginny and that we both saw the other as another being, and yet not, all at the same time.

We both moved back to our former positions. Before she sat down, she turned to me. I was still standing.

"What a second," she asked, "how should I have handled that? Ginny was misbehaving. I didn't want to go straight to swatting her, I wanted to threaten her first."

I thought about it for a second. "Brian spanked her when she was a naughty puppy. It just can't be hard. Can't really hurt. But we already talked about pain so you know that. The news paper, as we said, or a bare hand, gently. Best avoid... well, that word, since that's what my mother called herself. I know it's a subtle thing, but when you and Betty called me 'mommy' it was nice. Why don't you try that instead?"

I went into "sit," and, just before I let Ginny take over, said "Time in."

Katy replied, "Time in," sat and spread her legs again.

I looked at her and got up to all fours and took a step towards her.

She said, "No, Ginny. Sit! Bad girl!"

Ah! I was in heaven. I stopped and, showing my reluctance, sat again. Quivering to run to her.

She watched me for a few seconds. I wasn't sure if she'd quite gotten her mind into "time in" or not. But I was. I kept looking from her sex to her face. Like a puppy waiting for her owner to toss the ball. She reached down to rub herself, looking directly at me. I whimpered and moved as if to break "sit," but didn't.

I did that several times. She was looking at me with no real expression on her face. She slowly raised her legs, putting her feet on the edge of the couch, stretching her self wide. Slid down until her bottom was right at the edge. She was spread very invitingly. I could see the glistening of her open sex. I whined again. She ran a finger through herself then licked it. She was definitely in "time in."

Finally, finally, she said, "Now, Ginny."

I ran to her, went directly between her legs, and started frantically licking. She let out a gasp, her body stiffening.

She said, "Oh, God!" over and over with rising pitch but lowering volume until it was a high pitched whisper.

I saw her fingers come into my very limited field of view as she pulled herself open more, giving me better access to her fully erect clitoris. I licked the rest of her sex too, but spent most of my time on her clit. She bucked her bottom up off the couch, jamming herself into my face. A few seconds later it happened again, even harder. So hard that she actually lifted my front paws off the floor. Then she seemed unable to put herself back down.

I got up on my knees so I could reach her. She growled and whimpered then let out a scream, pressed even harder into my face for a few seconds and collapsed, missing the couch and ended with her ass on the carpet and her shoulders still up on the couch her hands gripping her breasts so hard I was sure she was going to leave bruises.

I sat there, in my new "sit" pose panting. Because of our relative positions, she looked up at me. I looked at her and whined.

She said, between heavy breaths, "You need to come, Ginny?"

Well, yeah. I was dripping into the damn carpet. Bark! Bark! Bark!

We'd talked about this. She knew what I wanted. She got up, put her panties and shorts back on then went into the kitchen. While she was standing with the refrigerator open getting some water I came up to her and started humping her leg.

"No, Ginny! Sit!"

I didn't stop She grabbed me by the collar and pulled me off.

"Sit!"

I did, but kept rolling my hips, humping the air. She giggled at me. "Wow, that's so... so..."

She walked towards the living room with a bottle of water in her hand. She looked back at me, holding the kitchen door open.

She finished her sentence, "...so amazingly perfect."

She went back into the living room. I stayed there for a few seconds, my hips still humping the air. I hadn't been told to stay, so I followed her.

She was sitting on the couch watching TV with her feet stretched out in front of her, legs crossed at the ankles. She'd moved the coffee table out of the way. I came up, licked her knee and whined. She was smiling, but trying not to. She had the TV remote in one hand changing channels. She started petting me with the other. I whined again stamping side to side as dogs do when they want something badly.

She said, "You ready?"

Bark! Bark! Bark!

"You sure?"

She was playing with me. God, I was so turned on. Whine, whimper, bark!

"Go ahead."

I put my leg over hers, pressed my open pussy to her shin, my paws on her knee, and started rubbing myself up and down on her legs. Humping her like a dog in heat. At that moment, that's pretty much what I was.

She put her hand under my chin and pulled my head up so I'd look into her face. I whined and whimpered and growled. She was talking to me but I wasn't really hearing most of the words.

"Good girl," "Such a pretty puppy," and so on. I seemed to go on and on like that, but couldn't have been more than a few minutes.

I reached my climax and howled twitching against her, then slid down her leg, stopping when my pussy hit her foot. I jumped as my weight pressed her foot into my clitoris. I did that three or four times, then rolled off her leg onto the floor, with my legs puled up to my chest. I continued to twitch for some time.

When I calmed down a bit, Katy patted couch beside her and said, "Up here, Ginny. Come on girl."

I crawled up. The twitches had almost stopped. She positioned my head in her lap, then watched television while stroking my hair, shoulders and hips down to my tail. I fell asleep after a few minutes.

Saturday, February 18, 2012, Virginia returns

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When I woke up her hand rested on my hip, the coffee table was back where it belonged and her feet were up on it. I apparently hadn't woken up when she pulled it back into place. I looked past her feet to the clock on top of the television. It was almost two in the morning.

She said, "Welcome back, Ginny."

I snuggled in deeper, pulled my legs and arms in closer, and lay there feeling wonderful.

"You feel good, baby?"

I quietly barked.

"Me too. Nap a bit more then we can let Virginia... I wonder. Virginia, can you hear me?"

I hardly had to think about it. "Yes, Katy."

"Ginny?"

Again, a quiet bark.

"Amazing. Anyway, I think this has been just about long enough for the first time. Nap a bit more then we'll bring Virginia back."

I unrolled onto my belly, put my paws against her legs and stretched out on the couch, then pulled my knees in, putting my butt as far up in the air as I could. Peeked up at her then wagged my tail a few times and rolled over on my other side. Put my head back in her lap, but facing towards her this time. I curled into a tight ball and pressed my forehead against her stomach, sighing contentedly.

She said, "Very cute, Ginny."

She stroked me from my shoulder, down my side, over my hip and to my ass cheek. It was mostly a comforting touch, just a slightly arousing. I fell asleep again and had some pleasantly erotic dreams. I woke again about a half hour later.

"Hi, sleepy head. Time to get off the furniture, puppy."

I stretched, pushed my nose into her crotch and sniffed, then got up on all fours, licked her face, and jumped onto the floor.

She giggled then said, "This has been so much fun. You're so good at this. But, it's time. Virginia, come back. Take your time, dear."

I walked out into the room, on all fours, turned to look at her, then lowered myself to the floor, in my "down" pose. I stayed like that for a few seconds, then rolled over on my back and stretched out to a starfish. I looked at the ceiling, letting myself come back slowly. She knelt beside me and gently removed my collar. I signed contentedly. She reached between my legs, found the locking button, pressed it and just as gently removed my tail. She seemed just a bit surprised at how easily it came out. She gave me a quick kiss and went into the kitchen, taking my water bowl too.

Shortly I heard water running. I gathered she was washing the tail. I sat up, with my knees in front of me, put arms around them hugging myself. She came back in a couple of minutes, looked at me, and put Ginny's toy box on the coffee table.

"You OK, Virginia?"

"Wonderful, Katy."

"Oh, I thought... well, the way you're sitting... it looks like you're afraid."

"Really?"

She was putting Ginny's things in the box. I thought about it, then looked at the full length mirror on the wall. It was mostly there to make the room look bigger, but was handy for checking clothes and makeup just before going out the front door. I could see most of myself.

"I suppose it does. No, I'm fine. Just putting off standing up."

She found my tennis ball, put it in the box, shut and latched it then stood with it in one hand. She reached down to me and pulled me to my feet. We went up to my room with our arms around each others waists. She had me undress her and we fell into my bed. We both needed a shower, but sleep was far more compelling at the moment. We often started the night spooning, usually with me inside the spoon. This time I pulled her inside and wrapped my arms around her.

I whispered, "Thank you, Katy. I had a wonderful time."

"You're welcome, V. And thank you. I had a great time too."

Sleep came quickly, and I don't remember even dreaming.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 12



Tuesday, February 21, 2012, Following up

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Over the next few days we talked several times about Ginny and how we both felt about her.

Initially, we were not entirely honest with each other. You'd think that with all we'd done with each other that we would be able to be completely open. But people just don't work that way.

So, except for each admitting we'd enjoyed it, we both held back on just how much we'd enjoyed it. A very human fear of how awkward it would be if, say at one extreme, one of us wanted to do it every day and but the other only wanted to do it monthly.

As I've mentioned before, I can be very weak. But, on occasion, can take chances and be strong. I decided I just had to tell her how I felt and take whatever the consequences were. After dinner I called a time out and told her that the evening I spent with her as Ginny was just about the most fun I'd had in my life. And I very much wanted to do it again, more completely, and very often.

She confessed that she felt much the same way. We joked that we were not looking for 24/7. Maybe 23/6. And she still had her fears about it ruining what we had and wanted to to go slow. We eventually agreed to let Ginny out for a full day. An overnight on the weekend seemed best.

She was concerned that the euphoria of sex might cause me to discount the humiliation factors . I was pretty sure not. But I remembered about Barbara and Bambi and knew she needed reassurance, and realized that I'd like some myself.

We agreed that we'd play for twenty-four hours. Lunch to lunch this coming Saturday and Sunday. And there could be no sex. Just puppy play.

Saturday, February 25, 2012, Afternoon and evening with Ginny

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We'd be starting this afternoon. I'd become Ginny just before lunch and would continue to the same time tomorrow. Three meals, sleeping, playing, both with Katy and by myself, and her, at least, doing ordinary weekend things. Plus, my being alone in the house, with her leaving and returning, since she had a date with Betty tonight.

I had trouble sleeping and got up a bit earlier than usual. My mind was running thinking about what the day would bring. Being Saturday, I didn't expect Katy up for at least two hours. I was sitting at the kitchen table having coffee, eating my usual buttered toast, and thinking about the experience ahead.

I was becoming wet with anticipation. I hadn't slept with Katy last night, and hadn't bothered to dress before coming down to breakfast. I looked down to see my nipples standing up. Not enough that they'd draw my attention to them, but not their usual relaxed state either. I touched one of them and it came up hard instantly.

I said "Oh!" and watched as two of my fingers slid inside me, seemingly of their own volition. They started rubbing inside me while the heal of my hand rubbed outside. I noticed I was still holding my coffee cup in the other hand. I let out another "Oh" and carefully put it down. I pushed my chair back, slid my behind closer to it's edge, and spread my lets giving myself better access. I switched to using one hand inside and the other on my clit.

I had my eyes close, head thrown back, taking short, quick breaths when I felt Katy's lips on mine, one hand behind my head holding my mouth to hers. The hand other pulling one of my nipples. My eyes shot open and I pulled my hands away.

She said, very quietly, "Continue."

I did so. She moved to my side and gracefully stepped one leg over mine, straddling me. She sat on my thighs facing me, with her bottom between my spread legs. She trapped my hands in and on myself, rubbing herself against my wrists. Kissing me deeper and deeper as her arousal grew. Pulling back occasionally so we could each catch our breath.

During those short breathing pauses we looked into each other eyes. She moved her hips down to let her sex press against the backs of my hands. I was masturbating both of us at the same time, with the same motions.

She still had one hand behind my head, grabbing a fist full of my hair and pulling me in to her mouth. She used the other to play with my breasts, pulling the nipples and massaging them. She came first, not particularly loud or hard, but a clear orgasm. She raised herself up on my thighs, getting her pussy out of contact with my hands, then loosely draped her arms around my neck and rested her head beside mine on my shoulder.

She bit, gently, me just under my ear and asked, "Do you want me to go down on you?"

I didn't have a chance to answer. The warmth of her breath and the mental picture it evoked did it for me. I came, a lot harder than she had, and almost throwing us both on on the floor. She straightened her legs and raised herself up on her hands, which now rested on my shoulders. Her torso was not parallel to the floor with her little breasts dangling below her directly in my line of sight. She saw me looking and jiggled them for me. This sight caused me to come a second time, though not so violently. I removed my fingers from myself, but continued, far more gently, rubbing to come down from my orgasms.

She gave me a quick kiss and went to the counter to get herself some coffee. When she returned to the table I was sitting up. I considered going to wash my hands, but thought better of it. I'd consumed my own juices, and hers and Betty's, often enough that getting some on the coffee cup or my toast didn't seem to be anything important.

Well, except that I knew it turned Katy on when I consumed my own fluids. She stared over her coffee cup, forgetting to drink, watching me eat my toast licking butter and myself off my fingers and then off the coffee cup. I peaked over my cup, raised one finger and waved at her with it, trying to be cute. She sat up and licked her lips.

She said, with just a bit of husky in her voice, "Are we a little excited this morning?"

I said, "Yes, I think * WE * are."

She wiggled in her seat, glanced at the clock and said, "Three hours, honey. Three hours."

I got up, put my dishes in the sink, came back to clean up my chair and the floor, then went off to take a shower and shave. I didn't bother dressing afterwards, but a little later Katy called me in to dress her. Panties, bra, shorts, t-shirt and sneakers. Typical clothing for her.

Time seemed to crawl. Katy did the dishes while I did laundry, including hers. I'd managed to loose track of time, folding and putting away towels, sheets and both of our clothes. As I finished I glanced at the clock. Twenty minutes. I got Ginny's toy box and went downstairs.

Katy wasn't in the living room or kitchen and I'd just been in her room and mine. I went back into the kitchen and noticed the top of her head through the windows over the sink. She was at the table on the porch. I walked out and found her reading. I put the box on the table.

She looked up and asked, "Time?"

"Almost."

"Do you want to start now? We're not slaves to the clock."

I asked, "That means we stop that much earlier tomorrow?"

"I suppose so. But, again, we're not slaves to the clock. I wasn't planning to be particularly precise about the time. Maybe Ginny stays for lunch tomorrow too. We'll play that be ear. But we, you and I, are going out for dinner tomorrow night."

"OK. Then let's start."

She put her book down, opened the box, and handed me my tail. Over the week she'd expressed some doubts about my claim that it could be put in without lubricant, so I took it, turned and bent over so she could watch, and put it right in. I'd done it so quickly that I hadn't had a chance to work up any embarrassment. But continuing to stay there, bent over so she could see, was catching up with me.

She said, "I guess it does work. That didn't hurt?"

"Not at all."

"OK. Turn around and kneel."

I did, but just plan kneeling. Not "sit" or "beg." She wrapped my collar around my neck then paused a moment before latching it.

She said, "See you tomorrow, Virginia."

She clicked the collar together and adjusted it so the D ring was in back. I bowed my head, switched to my "sit" pose, and waited for Ginny to rise up and take over. When she had, I leaned forward and rubbed the side of my face on Katy's leg.

She said, "Ginny, speak."

Bark!

She took out my leash, clipped it to my collar, retrieved a tennis ball from the box, and led me down the steps into the back yard. We walked around the yard with me sniffing here and there and tugging her towards interesting things. This wasn't as odd as it sounds. Or maybe it's odder than it sounds. I'm not entirely sure. Being in puppy space, it seemed normal. And I was enjoying myself.

One part of that enjoyment was experiencing my own yard so differently. Of course, I knew that yard very well after all these years. But Ginny had never seen it. Never even been outdoors. It was surprising discovering things I'd never noticed before. Familiar plants and objects looking different both because I was so close to the ground, and because I looked at them with Ginny's mind.

We got out into the middle of the yard and she said, "OK, Ginny. Training time. Sit."

I did and she continued, "Walking around on hands and knees only really works if you wear knee pads or stay on soft surfaces. I know you want to be as close to nude as possible, and I completely agree with you. So knee pads are out."

"I got you off the porch quickly and avoided taking you on the walk ways to save your knees. But I don't want to have to do that. And even if everything was soft, walking on hands and knees is very slow. So, I'm going to teach you another way of walking and running.

"You can still use your hands and knees when you're going short distances and when what you're walking on is soft. Besides, you're ass looks spectacular when you're down like that. But, most of the time I want you to use this new way. OK?"

Bark!

"Good girl. I want you to keep your body parallel to the ground and get up on your toes and fingers."

I tried it.

"No, that's not quite right. Spread your thighs and let them come up sort of beside your body. Something like you do when you lay down."

I tried that.

"Good girl"

It felt a awkward, and I was thinking it looked more like a spider than a dog. But Katy seemed happy with it, and that made me happy. And I was looking forward to being able to really run. She looked me over carefully, taking a moment to notice that my sex was on display in a big way in this pose.

She reached out and gently touched my protruding inner labia, tracing the length of them with a single stroke of her finger. I gasped when she first touched me then purred deep in my throat as her finger moved so slowly along me.

She withdrew her finger. "Oh, yum! What a wonderful picture you'd make."

I whined.

"No, baby, I'm not going to take pictures of you. Really it's just so... so... well, all I can say is we agreed not to have sex. But I sure hope Betty and I have a chance when we're out tonight. I think I'll insist we take my car. Having sex is hers is damn near impossible."

She paused a moment then added, "You've got me thoroughly bothered, and you're just standing there."

Yeah, well I was pretty thoroughly bothered too. And I wasn't going out with a chance of sex tonight either. And her touching me and talking about me this way had raised my humiliation level to where I was aware of it. And that was turning me on even more. She stood there for quite a while, or so it seemed to me, looking at me from behind.

She said, "Oh, man. You're getting wet just standing there."

I responded with a long whine then wagged my tail at her.

"Right. Let's walk."

She came around in front of me and gave my leash a little tug. We walked around the yard, not avoiding the walk ways this time. It was awkward at first, but after about fifteen minutes became a lot less so. Learning to moving my legs and arms right was part of it, but retraining my sense of balance to walking this way was also an issue. I could see that this was going to be easy to do after I'd adjusted, but for right not it was taking concentration.

We made our way around to the picnic table, where she sat down and had me sit in front of her. We sat there for some time while she groomed me, stroking my hair, smoothing it out the fluffing my curls with her fingers.

She asked, "Does this way of walking feel better?"

Bark!

She'd put the tennis ball down on the table when we came near it on our first circle around the yard a half hour or more ago. Now she removed my leash, put it on the table, and picked up the ball. I stamped around a bit, like an excited puppy, and barked at her.

"Fetch!" And she threw the ball across the yard.

I ran after it, nearly falling because I hadn't accounted properly for how fast I could go and still not quite having my sense of balance adjusted for this stance. I paused a moment then ran again, paying closer attention to how I moved my arms and legs so I didn't trip.

I reached the ball, picked it up, and ran back to her, going into "beg" with it in my mouth.

"You remembered! What a good girl you are."

She threw it in different directions and different distances and I repeated the process each time. Then she threw it far across the yard, where it stopped just under the hedge separating our yard from the neighbors. I ran about half way across the yard the slowed. That hedge was pretty dense, but right at the bottom, in some places, was rather less so. It had landed in one of those places. What if someone on the other side saw me pick the ball up in my mouth?

"Fetch!"

I remembered, those were all Katy's concerns, not mine. I ran over, picked up the ball, looking around as I did. I was relieved to see that the hedge, though not as dense in this spot, was still full enough that someone would have to be looking right there, and close up, to see me. We played fetch for a while, but I think she'd guessed my hesitation and made sure the ball didn't go near that hedge again.

We played long enough that I was getting tired and thirsty. But I was also getting good at running and walking the new way. I sat in front of her panting.

She said, "Stay," put the ball on the table and walked back to the porch where she got my water bowl out of the box. She went to the garden hose, filled the bowl, then brought it back and put it on the ground beside me.

"Go ahead, girl. Take a drink."

I did, lapping up quite a lot of it. I looked up and she seemed delighted. She looked at her watch.

"Time for lunch. You play out here or lie down or whatever. I'll be back in a few minutes."

I watched her go in. She took my other bowl into the kitchen with her. I went exploring the yard again and was way in the back, near the rear hedge, when I heard her whistle and call me.

"Ginny! Come here, girl. Lunch!"

I ran back to her. She was sitting at the picnic table and had placed my food bowl beside the water one, which she'd refilled. It looked like bite size pieces of a tuna salad sandwich were in it. I looked up to see her eating a full version of the same sandwich and drinking a glass of milk.

"Go ahead, baby. Lunch."

I ate all of it, managing to not get any on my face. With some things I'd tried to eat from my dog bowls it was unavoidable. She'd made a good choice. I licked the bowl clean and drank more water. I licked her knee a few times then flopped down on the ground, in my "down" pose, and waited.

She'd also brought my tug-of-war rope so we played that for a few minutes. Then she laid down on the grass reading. I laid beside her, with my back up against her side, and napped. She stroked my hair and body from time to time. Around five she leashed me and we took a walk in the woods beyond the hedge. I hadn't been out there in years. We came across game trails which we followed for some distance. It was darkening when we went back into the house, bringing my bowls, toys and box in too. Once in the kitchen, she removed my leash and hung it on coat pegs by the back door.

That one little gesture excited me far more than I'd anticipated. It really said "we're not done yet." She tossed the tennis ball, one of the rubber balls, and one of the squeaky toys into the living room and told me to go play. I did, but eventually laid on the floor chewing on the squeaky toy and almost fell asleep.

I probably would have but I needed to relieve myself. Pee and so on. We'd agreed we would not play that out this time. I'd do things human normally. But I also didn't want to come out of Ginny while Katy was there. I checked the clock. She's be leaving soon, so I wanted.

She came back into the living room, tousled my hair and said, "Dinner in the kitchen, Ginny. Don't let it sit too long, it'll get cold."

She went off upstairs to get ready to go out. I walked into the kitchen to find she'd gone to the trouble to prepare steak tips for me. Well, probably bought them and reheated, but whatever the case it was a nice touch. It looked like canned dog food but was much nicer, filling the kitchen with a nice aroma. And they were very good too.

I was still eating when she came into the kitchen dressed to go out. Slacks, instead of her usual jeans, a white silk shirt, white bra visible under it, jacket matching the slacks, and heels. She'd also styled her hair a bit. She leaned down to pat me on the head then stroked me from the top of my head right down to my tail.

"Be a good girl. Keep out of trouble. And stay off the furniture."

The Virginia part of my mind thought, "She's baiting me." The Ginny part thought, "But will you catch me?"

She left with a final "goodbye." I went to the living room picture window and poked my head around the curtains so I could watch her drive away.

I did what I usually did as Ginny. Played a bit, walked around, and lay down. But for the first time since she'd moved in, I let myself fall asleep on the living room floor. I didn't have to worry about being caught. I hadn't felt this free or this totally relaxed since, well, ever. When I'd lived alone I could do this, of course. But that was doing it alone. It just wasn't the same at all. I woke and noticed by the time that Katy would probably be back in an hour or so.

I still needed to pee, and the other. Going outdoors would be for another time and I couldn't open the door anyway. No hands. I went into the downstairs laundry/bathroom, took out my tail and sat on the toilet as usual. I could reach the sink while sitting so I washed the plug end of the tail at the same time. Then played with it, engaging and disengaging the lock, while waiting to finish.

I found that I was in a curious mental place. As I've mentioned, normally, when I'm Ginny, the Virginia part of me mostly sits back and watches. And so it had been since she put my collar on. Except for those seconds while she stared at and touched my labia. At this moment, even though I was still in puppy space, I found that Ginny was sitting back sort of waiting, while Virginia took care of the human business. It was a strange feeling and very hard to explain.

But one thing that isn't hard to explain was the humiliation of what I was doing. When I'm Ginny, I don't feel it much. But in this odd state I was mostly Virginia, and I did feel it. I was sorely tempted to play with myself, but resisted. I finished, cleaned myself up, put my tail back in, got down on all fours and let Ginny take over. And the humiliation once again faded to just background "spice," so to speak.

I sprinted out of the bathroom, down the hall, and jumped up on the couch, curled up and, with a bit of s smirk on my face, promptly fell asleep.

I was woken by the sound of the garage door going up. I immediately jumped off the couch and curled up near the fire place, pretending to sleep. I heard Katy in the kitchen then she came in the living room. I looked at her with my best "guilty puppy" expression.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 12



She looked back and asked, "What have you been up to Ginny?"

I whimpered at her. She turned on the light and looked around. The couch caught her attention, though I was sure I'd left no mark on it. It was leather and should have sprung back as soon as I was off it. I was depending on her being as bright as I thought she was. And she didn't disappoint. She put her palm down on the couch, checking several places, clearly feeling the warm spot where I'd laid.

She came towards me. "Bad girl! You know you're not allowed on the furniture unless I say so."

She pulled me up by the collar and swatted me four or five times on my bottom. This was part of the game we'd agreed on, but was also a test. She did it, but I knew she was worried about it. Was I going to become a frightened eight year old again? But she did it just right. I yelped at each swat and loved every second of it.

She looked at me very closely for a few seconds, making sure she hadn't sent me into a panic.

Then said, in a strict tone of voice, "Sit, while I find out if you did anything else."

She walked back into the kitchen then out and up the hall, checking the laundry room. She came back and shut off the lights.

"Come along, naughty girl."

We went up the stairs. And I learned something about walking as a puppy her way. Going up the stairs was much easier her way than mine. I got to the top and ran down and up again. Going down was way easier too. When I got back to the top she was standing with her hands on her hips.

"What was that all about?"

I'm sure she knew, but we were in character. "Come along, and no more nonsense."

We went into my bedroom where she went to the closet and came back with a blanket, which she folded several times and put beside the bed.

She pointed and said, "Down."

I did, then curled up. She undressed, more or less dropping everything on the floor, climbed into bed and put out the lights.

She said, "Try not to get in any more trouble tonight, Ginny."

I was feeling just wonderful. And while considering what other trouble I might get into, fell soundly and happily asleep.

Sunday, February 26, 2012, Morning with Ginny

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I woke up even earlier than yesterday. Sleeping in an unfamiliar "bed," excitement, and the sleep I'd gotten in the living room while Katy was out all conspiring to wake me early. I was still on the blanket on the floor, of course. Emotionally I felt grand. But I needed to stretch the kinks out. I wasn't uncomfortable so much as I just wasn't used to this.

Normally, when Ginny slept on the floor it was just on the carpet. The blanket made it much more comfortable, but my body hadn't figured out how to relax properly on something softer than the carpeted floor but not as soft as my bed.

I got up, went out the door and down the hall. All this on all fours, some hands and knees, some the new way. I'd intended to just walk to the end of the hall, so some stretching, and go back to beg to be let up on the bed. But as I got to the end of the hall I realized I was thirsty and needed to pee.

Well, there had been water left in the bowl in the kitchen, so I went down the stairs, stopped to use the toilet, then went on to the kitchen. I guess since I didn't need to take my tail out, the Virginia vs. Ginny balance stayed pretty far over on the Ginny side this time.

I went to the kitchen, found that Katy must have refilled my bowl last night. I took a long drink then started back upstairs. As I passed through he living room I noticed my toys still on the floor and got an idea. I picked up the squeaky toy, careful not to bite hard enough for it to squeak, and went back to my blanket by the bed.

I checked the time and decided to let Katy sleep another couple of hours. I can usually wake up more or less when I want to, so I set my internal alarm and went back to sleep.

I woke again, close when I'd wanted to, and went into my laying down pose. I was about to start in on the squeaky toy when I noticed her clothes all around me on the floor. And remembered what that puppy had done one night I'd left my clothes on the floor. It cost me a shoe and a pair of panties. And I'd told Katy the story. I wondered if she'd left these clothes on the floor so I'd find them?

I decided, "yes." She's a bright girl. And usually, if clothes are the floor it's because we were too busy to pick them up. We had not been busy last night. I grinned and got one of her shoes. I decided not to actually damage it. Besides, I wasn't sure how I'd damage a patent leather pump with just my teeth. So, I played with it, pretty much just slobbering on.

Then I got her panties and laid down on my blanket again. They were interesting. I could smell Katy clearly and, more faintly, Betty and Betty's perfume. I got a bit turned on thinking about what they must have done to get the scent of Betty's pussy on Katy's panties.

And I noticed the toe on the pump still glistening with my saliva. Being turned on by the panties gave me another idea. I positioned my sex on the shoe and my nose over the panties and inhaled deeply. I was quickly very wet and started humping the shoe. Long enough to thoroughly coat it with my juices and scent. Then, reluctantly, made myself stop.

Oh, well. Can't play with myself now. I turned my attention back to the panties. I looked carefully to be sure they were just a regular that could be destroyed. Then I chewed into the crotch, messing them up pretty badly. I dropped them on the edge of the blanket, beside the shoe, so she's see them when she looked down. Finally ready, I got into my down pose again and started in on the squeaky toy.

On the third squeak I heard, "What the hell?"

I squeaked a couple of more times. "Virginia?"

Two more squeaks. "No, not Virginia. Ginny! Cut out that racket."

I jumped up, put my paws on the bed and looked over the edge at her with the toy in my mouth. Her hair was a mess, she had lipstick on one breast and her eyes barely open. She looked wonderful.

I squeaked again. "Gimme that damn thing."

I jumped away from her, away from the bed, and ran out of the room, squeaking down the hall. I stopped, still squeaking, and listened for her getting up.

I heard, "My shoe!"

Then a second later, and louder, "My panties! Ginny! Get in here!"

I went back to the door and peaked around it, trying to look like a guilty puppy. She pointed at the floor in front of her. "Right here."

I crawled up to her on my belly, but it was hard not to smile at her standing there holding her chewed up panties. I stopped in front of her and very slowly raised up into "sit."

She said "No, that won't do at all. Up, naughty girl."

I stood on hands and knees and dropped the toy. She knelt down, held my collar with one hand and started swatting my ass with a rolled up news paper. I hadn't even known she had the paper. She had definitely planned this. She'd set me up and hoped I'd take the bait.

I squirmed and whined and tried, not all that hard, to get away. And my oh my did I ever get wet. I got very wet. I could feel it running down my thighs. I was facing the clock on the bedside table and saw that it was going to be four or five hours before I could do anything about it.

I whimpered in frustration, but my timing was good. She interpreted it as whimpering from being punished.

She, again, looked closely at me for several seconds after she finished.

I was obviously in no real distress so she said "Down!"

I did. She got up, gathered her clothes, the news paper, and my toy, said "Stay!" and left the room.

The doors to our rooms are directly across the hall from each other. I saw her go into her room, heard doors opening and closing then the shower running. I'd been sitting about ten minutes and was thinking of breaking "stay" when I heard the shower stop.

She came out about five minutes later, hair still wet, barefoot but dressed in shorts and a t-shirt. She appeared to be bra less. I wondered if she had panties on, and smiled to myself again that such things now interested me so much. She had my toy and the chewed panties in her hand.

She pointed at me on her way by my bedroom door, said, sternly, "Stay!" and went downstairs.

I kept checking the clock. She'd left me up here for a half hour so far. I crawled, still on my belly, a few inches towards the door. Repeating every couple minutes until I could peak around the door frame into the hall. Nothing. I looked back at the clock. Forty minutes.

I was about to get up when I heard her yell up the stairs, "Ginny! Stay!"

Sigh. I thought, "God, does she know me." I snuggled into the carpet, still peeking down the hall.

Another ten minutes and "Ginny! Come."

I got up and ran downstairs. She was in the kitchen, at the table eating her breakfast. Mine, scrambled eggs, sausage, potatoes, in bite size pieces, in my bowl. "Did you learn a lesson, baby?"

Bark!

But, of course, probably not the lesson she meant.

"Come give me a kiss, silly puppy."

I came up to her, put my paws on her thigh and reached up to kiss her. Moderately passionate. I was still wet from earlier and got more so from this kiss.

She pushed me down after a few seconds, ruffled my hair and said, "eat."

I went to eat, then thought about it and positioned myself so my pussy and tail were towards her. My tail curves up from my ass so, in this position, conceals nothing. I spread my legs a bit, to give her an better view, then leaned down to eat, wagging my tail from time to time. I glanced back a few times. She was mostly reading the news paper and eating, but a few times I caught her looking at me and wagged a little harder.

I finished eating, had a drink, then went over to sit by her. I hadn't actually meant to beg, but she looked down then picked up a bit of sausage from her plate and fed it to me, waited for me to swallow, then put her fingers in front of me so I could lick them clean.

I moved closer and put my chin on her thigh. She patted me, scratching between my shoulder blades. I sighed and settled down more, but keeping my front paws on the floor with my chin on her thigh wasn't at all comfortable. So I tried putting them on her thigh and resting my chin on them. That was better. But if I didn't pay attention I slipped off.

I moved in closer, put my fore arms on her thigh, crossed them, and rested my head on them. Much more comfortable. She continued to pat me from time to time and, a couple of more times, gave me bits of food from her plate.

She finished reading and eating, fed me the last of what she hadn't eaten, then stood up. "I'm going to read outside. You want to go out and play?"

Bark!

"Good girl. Go get your ball."

I went to the living room, retrieved the tennis ball, and returned as she opened the back door. She had her book from last night in her hand. We went out and walked to the picnic table. She took the ball, put it on the table, then sat and started reading. 

She peeked over the book at me from time to time. I sat a few feet away from her looking at her and looking around the yard. She lowered the book. "Go play, Ginny. You've only got a few hours left."

I signed and went exploring again. I stood over the fish pond watching the goldfish swim around, then went to sniff the flowers. I walked around some more then came back to Katy and licked her knee.

She asked, "You wanted something?"

I looked at the ball then back to her and whined.

"You want this?"

Whine.

She picked it up and held it for me. I didn't take it but jumped around a bit, playing up the excited puppy bit. Come of think of it, that was really exactly how I felt.

She tossed it far back into the yard. We had played fetch for a half hour when she gave me a wicked grin and tossed the ball into the fish pond. I ran up and looked at it floating. It was out of reach even if I could have used my hands.

"Fetch, Ginny!"

I stepped in. The pond is temperature controlled for the benefit of the fish. It wasn't really cold. But it wasn't warm either. Memories of us playing in here came back to me. I splashed in, had to chase the ball for a bit as it kept getting away from me. I finally trapped it up against the side and picked it up. And I had an idea. I dunked my head into the water, soaking my hair. She was watching.

"Oh no, you don't!"

I ran up to her as she tossed her book on the far end of the table. I turned and shook my head, getting her wet up her front from knees to face.

She yelled, "Ginny! No! Sit!" She tried to sound angry, and actually did a fair job of it, but I could see her suppressing giggles.

She pealed off her shirt and used it to dry her face. I sat there and it was like I'd never seen her breasts before. Or watched her dry off before. The new situation, I guess. But I sat there in something like awe looking up at her.

She glanced down and dropped the shirt on my head. When I shook it off she had her shorts down around her ankles and was stepping out of them. She dropped them on the ground too. She hadn't worn panties.

"Take those into the laundry, baby. I'm sure you can open the hamper with your nose."

I looked back at the house and saw that she hadn't shut the kitchen door. I got the shirt and shorts in my mouth and did just what she told me to. When I came back out she was laying on her belly on the grass, up on her elbows reading the book again.

I walked up, licked her butt, and laid down beside her, in the other direction, with my back against her side and my legs spread showing her my pussy.

She patted my pubic hair then said, "You're looking pretty wet there, dear. You've got an hour and a half to go. Think you can make it?

I whined, paused a moment, and barked.

She said, "Good girl," closed my legs, and went back to reading.

I was too wound up to really go to sleep, though I did nap for short periods. I felt her get up and sat up myself.

"Find your ball, Ginny. Bring it to me."

I looked around the yard and saw it up on the picnic table. Retrieved it and brought it back to her. She was now sitting on the back steps. I posed in "beg" holding it up for her.

The took it then said, "Do you want to let Virginia come back before, or after, lunch?

Whine!

"Hmmm. Do you want lunch Ginny?"

Bark!

"Good, you play in the yard. There's something I've always wanted to do with a puppy, but we never had one. I have to go out for a few minutes. Be good."

She threw the ball into the middle of the yard. As I ran after it she got up and went in the house. I picked the ball up then laid down chewing on it. Shortly, I heard her car leave.

Brian's design of the house had been thorough. All the clocks in the house were tied to a central computer, which ran the security, phone and lights. The point is, since the clocks all connected to one place, there wasn't any trouble having a lot of them. You didn't have to run all over fixing clocks for daylight saving time or when there was a power failure.

So, there was a clock on the porch I could check to see she had been gone about twenty-five minutes when I heard her pull into the garage. She came through the back door with a bag from a local fast food place. I noticed she'd dressed in her usual "uniform" to go out and could see both panty and bra lines through her clothes.

She sat on the bottom step with the bag between her feet. She also had a large drink cup with a straw in it. She had me sit in front of her then pulled out a hamburger, took a bite out of it, then ripped off a piece and offered it to me. I took it and we alternated like that until it was gone. She also had French fries and she offered me one each time she had one.

She took a drink from the cup and held it out to me. I discovered it was a chocolate shake. My favorite, but also something I rarely had. In fact, neither of us had fast food very often. We had two large burgers, a large fries and a large chocolate shake between us.

It was well past noon when we finished. She wiped my mouth off then kissed me and held my head in her hands.

She said, "I always wanted to share some take out with my puppy. This is a high point for me, Ginny."

Bark, bark!

"Baby girl, I had a wonderful time. You're a beautiful puppy. But, it's time for Virginia to come back."

She led me out into the yard, had me roll over on my back and rubbed my belly for a few seconds, then got up and went in the house. I star fished and looked at the sky. I felt thoroughly at peace with everything, and most especially myself and Katy. She came back out with Ginny's toy box and clothes, put them near me, then went up on the porch to watch me.

After a few minutes I reached up and unlatched the collar, letting it fall off my neck. Then went on my side and took out the tail plug. I sat up and dropped the collar in the box and saw that she'd put her chewed up panties in there. I giggled then picked them up to show her.

I asked, "What are these for?"

She said, "Ginny got punished for them, I figured she earned having them. Maybe she'll work them over next time instead of new ones."

I wondered when she'd had time to wash them. I dressed, with her watching me. Pink panties and bra, sleeveless top, a mid thigh skirt, and my running shoes. Totally common weekend clothes for me. I picked up the box and my tail, went into the kitchen, washed the tail plug and put it in the box, closing and latching it. I noticed she'd made coffee, so I got two cups and went back outside.

When I went out she was sitting on the ground with her back to the picnic table bench, her legs spread apart so I could sit on the ground between them in front of her.

I said, "Katy, I'll take the back this time."

She shrugged and got up. I sat down and she sat in front of me, both of us looking towards the fish pond. We often sat this way talking late at night. The one in front rests her head on the shoulder or between the breasts of the one in back. The one in back has access to stroke the others shoulders, breasts and belly. Reaching her crotch is harder, but possible.

It's meant as a care taking position more than a sex position. We each had our coffee. I could easily put mine on the bench, she held hers with both hands. I traced the lines of her bra straps and cups and we talked.

We talked for a couple of hours. Things we'd liked and things that were just OK. We were apparently well suited for each other for this game because there was not a single thing we didn't like. We were both a bit frustrated by the "no sex" restriction, but agreed that it had paid off in working out other things for us.

We discussed the next step to take with Ginny. She wanted to do a couple of days during the week, so she'd be at work all day. I think she intellectually understood how much I liked being Ginny and would be happy with this. But she was doubtful, at a gut level, that I wouldn't get bored with the game if I was left home alone all day. At this point we were more settling her fears than mine. I knew I could always call a stop to it. Or could switch to Virginia for a few hours during the day.

But, she was afraid of loosing a relationship which, to her, was second only to her relationship with Betty. We ended up agreed to try it and would pick a time when I didn't have any activities scheduled out of the house. I'd have to check my calendar.

The coffee was long gone by the time we were done.

She looked at the clock then said, "We have two hours until our reservation. We're going to your favorite steak house."

Long pause. "Sex before we go?"

I pulled her t-shirt off then pushed her to her feet. I had myself naked in seconds. She got her pants tangled with her shoes.

I was down on my knees starting to lick her while she still was still struggling with her pants. I pushed her hands out of the way then put them on my head. She pulled me into her while I used my hands to untie her shoes, pull them off, then push the rest of her clothes over her feet.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 12



She'd been wet when I started and my face was soon soaked. She came in just minutes and went down on her knees. I pushed her onto her back, positioned my pussy over her face and lowered myself onto her. I rubbed her while she brought me to my first orgasm, then went down on her again.

We'd worked out how to do this very fun trick from this position. We especially liked it for simultaneous orgasms. The one on top controlled the speed and we did it mostly non verbally. We'd gotten to where we could come, from mutual oral, at the same time. But we'd learned we had to have each already come at least once or we couldn't maintain enough control to do it together.

I decided to draw it out so we spent a half hour, getting close to the edge, backing off repeatedly.

She eventually called out, "That's enough, V. Let's finish! I can't take it any more! Please." And so we did. I gave her a minute to get her tongue and fingers back on me then we went over the edge less than a minute later. I rolled off her and we lay, in opposite directions, rubbing each other more and more lightly while we gently came down.

I looked over at the clock. "Shower and dress, honey. We should get going."

We gathered our clothes, went into the house, showered together, with much less playing that usual, dried and went to dress.

"Wait a minute, V. Got something for you."

She went to her room and came back with a shopping bag, then handed out me a complete outfit to me and a second, identical, outfit in her sizes. White underwear, in some comfortable cotton blend. White jeans shorts and t-shirts.

I asked, "Where did you get these, Katy?"

"I don't know. Betty bought them."

"Oh. Is she coming tonight?"

"If I have anything to say about it, she is. Do you want to help?"

"Um, of course. But I meant..."

"Yes, I know. I'm just playing with you. Yes, she's having dinner with us. It that OK?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Oh! And we don't have time for you to bring me off. Some times I wonder who's in control here."

I knew who was in control. So did she. The sub always has all the real power.

I offered, "I can drive and you can do yourself in the car."

She giggled and said, "Uh, no. It's very tempting, but no. I'd have to get the seat cleaned again. Let's get going."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Cut that out!"

"Yes, ma'am."

"You're going to be in trouble, little girl!"

"Yes, Katy."

We giggled out to the garage and went off to the restaurant in my SUV.

I was not surprised when we got there and found Betty was dressed just as we were. A few people pointed at us and made subdued comments about the identical blonde, brunette and red head. We were seated, ordered, and the meal went without incident.

Part way through Betty asked, "Virginia, your husband's name was Brian Andrews?"

"Yes, dear."

"And he was a mechanical engineer? A pretty famous one?"

"I' not sure about 'famous,' but yes he was a mostly mechanical engineer. He did other things too. Why?"

"The professor in my night classes talked about him night."

"Oh? Why would he talk about Brian?"

"Well, I was talking to a classmate about you..." I sat up very straight looked a little stricken. She reached across the table to hold my hand. "No, no. Just that you were a friend."

I said, "Sorry, I know that. It was a reflex reaction. I'm sorry, Betty."

"Sure. This is all awfully new for you, isn't it?"

"Um, yes. I... Never mind. About Brian?"

She let go of my hand and sat up.

"Right. I was talking about you and some guy overheard your name and said, 'You know that bimbo?' I responded all lady like and with total dignity. I said, far too loudly, something like 'What the fuck do you know about it? Have you ever met her?'"

Katy tossed in, "Yeah, 'lady like,' 'total dignity'."

Betty shrugged, "You know what they say, you can screw with me but don't screw with my friends. Anyway, the professor heard. Everyone heard."

He asked what was going on and I told him. He said to Tom, the guy with the mouth, "I know the woman, Thomas. She is indeed quite beautiful. So much so that you might almost, I say 'almost,' be excused for your uninformed conclusion."

"I've had delightful conversations with her on topics which I'm sure you're barely aware of. You would perhaps not be so surprised had you known her husband. Brian Andrews was a brilliant engineer and one could not imagine him with someone who his intellectual equal. I would suggest you not try to match wits with her. You will come out the looser."

Betty concluded, "Anyway, he went on to talk about Mr. Andrews to the class for about fifteen minutes. Using him as an example of what a really good engineer could do and be, with a few side comments about you and that people should be very careful about judging others by their appearances."

I had stopped eating listening to the story, but was more than a bit stunned by the comment about my intelligence.

I asked, "Professor Daniel Markham?"

"Yes, how do you remember him?"

"Brian thought a lot of him. And I did often have talks with him, usually about geopolitics, at parties while Brian was off talking about things I didn't have much interest in. Whatever made him think I was as intelligent as Brian?"

Katy asked, "You don't think you are?"

"I don't know."

Betty said, "Maybe you just never talked about anything where it came out. You had different interests, right?"

"Mostly, yes, we did. Except for day to day things. Kids, houses, family. Those sorts of things we agreed on always."

Katy asked, "Sex?"

"Well, no, we didn't always agreed on that. But it's such a broad subject that we found a lot we did agree on. It worked. And he was never judgmental about things I liked and he didn't."

The conversation drifted away to other topics from there.

Later, out in the parking lot, I decided to be a bit mischievous. Betty was getting into her car, about twenty feet away from mine.

I yelled across the lot, "Are you going to our house Betty? Katy said I can help make you come!"

Betty, Katy, and a couple walking across the parking lot all froze. There was only the sound of traffic going by for a few seconds then Katy burst out laughing.

Betty looked at the couple and said to them, "She's just learning how to be a lesbian." Then back to me "Yes, I'll follow you."

We had a pleasant evening, and I did help Katy bring Betty to a nice orgasm. They were kissing and touching so I quietly slipped out of the room, leaving them in my bed, and went off to sleep in Katy's room. It seemed to me they needed some time alone. About twenty minutes later Katy was standing by the bed.

"You OK Virginia? We didn't mean to shut you out."

"I'm fine Katy. I've had a grand time the last two days and it seemed to me you needed some time alone with Betty."

She looked out the door, across the hall then back to me.

"You're right. She's been having a hard time on the job and with her family and I've been working an awful lot. Thank you. We can switch beds."

"No, you two stay there and enjoy the space. I'm only sleeping."

She bent over to kiss me. I grabbed one of her nipples, pulled on it.

She said, "Ow!"

I said, "Give that to Betty for me. I'll see you both in the morning."

I rolled over and a few seconds later heard Betty say "Ow!" I went to sleep to the sounds of them talking, giggling and cooing at each other. They were apparently entirely comfortable with me hearing them. I didn't think I was quite that comfortable with both of them. At least not yet.

So much had changed for me in such a short time.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 13



Thursday, March 8, 2012, Conversations in the night

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We were having trouble picking the couple of days for Katy's next test with Ginny. There were problems at her job. Some money counting suit, as she called him, and forced a software package on the company which just wasn't working out.

It was later discovered that he'd bought it from his brothers company so they could split his commission on the sale. But for right now they were having problems getting it to work, so her hours were unpredictable. And she didn't want to do the test, or trial, or whatever she called it, until she was sure she'd be home on time.

She came home late tonight, it was already dark. I'd cooked dinner and saved her some. It was a beautiful night so I suggested she sit at the table out on the porch while I warmed dinner up for her.

I was nude and she had me undress her before she went out. I served her some wine while she waited. I brought out her meal, put a single candle on the table, shut off the lights, then took the seat across from her sipping my own glass of wine.

She said, "You remember John from the party?"

I was leaning forward with my breasts and elbows on the table and my chin resting in my palms.

I said, "He was tending bar. Wanted to take pictures of us?"

"Yes, He finally called to set it up. You still want to do it?"

"Whatever you say, Katy."

She sighed. "Time out. Do you want to do it?"

It was funny, but I hadn't thought of it since the party.

"What's he going to do with these pictures?"

"He'll try to get them published. He wants to break into professional photography. Glamour and catalogs. He'd like to do shoots for catalogs like Victoria's Secret and magazines like Playboy."

"So, he wants us in lingerie and nude?"

"Yes, but he also wants us fully dressed for some artsy outfit he's trying to do business with."

I said, "OK."

"Just 'OK'?"

"Yes, Katy. I'm not sure what you expect me to ask. It'll be all three of us and I trust that you're not going to take me somewhere I'll get raped or beaten up. And you've proven that you know me well enough that I'll enjoy the things you take me to or make me do. What would I say but 'OK'?"

I paused then said, "Or... time in... Yes, Mistress." I smiled across the candle at her.

She stabbed some macaroni and cheese with her fork and held it out to me.

"Open."

I opened my mouth so she could feed me.

She said, "I love you Virginia."

I responded, "I love you too Katherine. So, when do we do this and what do we wear?"

"This Sunday, and the same outfits we wore to the party. To start with. He's given Betty some money and she'll pick up a another outfit, just lingerie, he'd like to see us in."

"Fine, you done?"

"Yes, thanks. It was good. It's always good. You're a good cook."

"The only damn useful thing my real mother ever taught me."

We'd moved into the kitchen. I put the dishes in the sink and said "I'm going to leave these for the morning, let's go to bed."

"She said, "Uh, V..."

I said, "I know you need to sleep. I'll hold you for a change. I think you need it."

Sunday, March 11, 2012, Photography

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I had all three outfits from the party in my closet, Betty had left hers and worn some of Katy's clothes home that night. I'd had them all dry cleaned. We were due at John's studio around two so Betty came over to have lunch and get dressed. Katy and I were nude when she arrived so she joined us.

She'd brought sushi and I got my first experience of eating off a nude woman's body, including my own. We all took turns laying on the island while the other two set out the next package on their body, then all three of us eating it.

The two of them had some particular fun with me since my nipples are so responsive. They put the slices on them, at the same moment, and watched them rise and push the slice off, catching them in their mouths as they rolled down my breasts.

We finished eating and went up to my room to shower and dress. We finished the lingerie, panties, bras, garter belts, stockings, and were about to put on petticoats when Betty stopped us.

"Virginia, your cleaners do an excellent job. These are just perfect. We shouldn't put them on until John is ready to start shooting."

Katy stepped into her heels, grabbed her dress and petticoats, and started out the door. "OK, Let's go."

Betty said, "Katy! We have to wear something!"

She came back to the door, hung her dress on the door, then stood there, letting it frame her, spread her legs, put her hands on her hips and said "What's wrong with this? None of my goodies show."

Well, she was right. They were full panties and the bras covered our nipples and most of our breasts. I stepped into my heels and looked in the mirror wall at Betty and myself. I turned a slow pirouette watching myself move. I'd worn bikini's that covered a lot less.

I smiled and said, "Yes! Lets!"

Betty turned to me "Oh, you're no help. You'll do whatever she says."

She turned to Katy, "What if we get stopped? What if we break down?"

Katy replied "We'll take V's car, it's brand new, almost. It won't break down. And imagine John's reaction when we walk in."

Betty was being swayed to the idea. "Well... can we get from the car to his studio without being seen?"

"Yes, it's attached to his house. He had it added when he decided to switch careers."

She looked at me, I was dancing up and down like a six year old, excited with the idea. She signaled me to come to her. I walked up to her and she lifted and lowered my breasts by my bra straps turned me left and right then said, "All right, you two. Maybe people will think these are bathing suit tops."

Katy and I both cheered and ran from the room. We were in the kitchen giggling like kids when Betty caught up with us with three dresses, three petticoats, and three purses.

"I think we'll be needing these... children."

We hadn't planned it, but Katy and I both said, in near perfect unison, "Oh, mommy!"

Then burst into giggles again.

Betty asked, "So, I'm mommy today?"

Though I haven't written them all up, we'd done this "mommy" thing a number of times. Any one of us could be tagged "mommy," though it was most often me and least often Betty.

We ran up to her and hugged her. Being shorter I had to turn my head up to kiss her chin, Katy taller kissed her forehead. We looked at each other, Katy mouthed "Yes, mommy." to me then "three, two, one." and we said together "Yes, mommy!"

Betty put her arms around us both. "I'll buy that, but just until we get there. OK?"

The "mommy thing," as we called it, was usually brief. A few minutes. Like when they dragged me into the pool or I did it to Katy Christmas morning. This would be a pretty long one, about a half hour while we drove to Johns.

Katy cued me again and we said, "Thank you, mommy!"

Betty asked, "How do I get into these things? Give me the keys."

We all transferred things from our day-to-day purses into the ones that matched our clothes, gathered the dresses and petticoats, Katy also had a shopping bag, I guessed with the other outfit. We went into the garage and to my SUV. Betty had us both get in the back seat and made sure we were buckled in. We looked at each other and I cued Katy this time. Betty started the car, backed out and onto the street. As soon as she started going forward we said, "Are we there yet?" and giggled.

Betty said, under her breath, "Sometimes I really wish I were dominant." Then out loud "Don't make me stop this car!" We all laughed at that.

I said, "You know, I never had any of these experiences. I've only seen them on TV or in movies."

Katy asked, "What happened if you acted up in the car?"

"I don't recall that either of us ever did. We were way too afraid."

I paused then said, "Too serious, girls. Let's pick another subject. Like this!" and I poked Katy in the side. She poked me and we did it back and forth several times giggling louder and louder each time.

Betty yelled, "Children, cut it out!"

Katy said, "Mommy! She won't keep to her side of the seat."

I said, "She started it!" A plain lie, but what the hell.

"No I didn't, she did!"

I looked at her and started laughing.

She looked back and asked, "What?"

I said "Look how we're dressed and think of what we're saying."

Betty started giggling then laughed. It took Katy a bit longer, she was the least clothing oriented of the three of us, but she saw it and joined us.

I saw the fast food place ahead on the right, pointed it out to Katy and cued her.

We said, in unison again, "Mommy! We want chocolate shakes!"

She said, "Can you two say things without yelling?"

We said, loudly again, "Yes, mommy!"

She sighed. "Alright."

She pulled in and up to the drive through ordering gadget, and ordered three chocolate shakes.

We shouted, "Large!"

She passed that on too. We got to the window, she paid, took the shakes and handed them to us. She looked back to the server, who was looking at us, especially her, rather goggle eyed.

She asked, "Enjoying the view?"

He said, "Yes, ma'am."

She said, mostly to us, "Oh, no. I just got 'ma'am'-ed."

She sat up in the seat, and pulled up her bra to flash him and said "Ma'am these!"

His eyes, figuratively, popped out of his head and she drove away, stopping at the end of the driveway to adjust her breasts into her bra.

"Ma'am, indeed!"

We pulled in to John's place and found that, when we parked by the studio, we couldn't see the street. We all got out, took up our clothes and purses in one hand and shakes in the other, and went up the walk. I've always had a thing about the clicking high heels make on a hard surface. I'd never really admitted it to myself until I'd started with Katy. Hearing the three of us on the walk gave me just a bit of a turn on. Katy pushed the door bell with one of her knuckles.

The door opened and John gasped.

He said, "Stay right there. Don't move."

He ran off and came back with one of his cameras. He started shooting while we waited on his door step.

He said, "Katy, on Virginia's right, Betty, on her left."

We rearranged ourselves as instructed.

"Take a drink."

We did that too, he wasn't too subtle about wanting to catch us sucking on the straws.

He reached out, "Give me the cups."

We handed them over, one by one, and he put them out of the way and took a few more pictures. He posed us for about a half an hour on the door step and walkway. He finally invited us inside. We picked up our shakes, tried for a moment to figure out which was which then decided it didn't matter.

John said, "You all look so good. We're going to have some fun today."

Katy and Betty both kissed him on the cheek on the way in, so I did too. We looked around the studio. There was a raised platform with with a nice red velvet Victorian settee on it. A white curving backdrop, rails for curtains in various colors. Other furniture, boxes, and shapes to make up sets all around the platform.

Hardwood floor, our heels clicking as we walked around. Across the room shelves and a desk with a computer, several monitors, keyboard, mouse, and a drawing pad. Four or five cameras on a shelf behind the desk. A dressing area off to the side of the room. And doors into the main house.

We went to the dressing area, hung up our dresses and petticoats and put down our purses.

John said, "How about you ladies get dressed. We'll continue with the polka dot outfits for now. Are we going to do nudes today?

Katy said, "Yes, but let's work up to it."

He replied, "Works for me. I want to show the progression of undressing anyway."

We helped each other dress, touched up our makeup and were ready to start.

We walked out and all did a quick spin for him.

He said, "Perfect. OK. We're going to use the settee and polka dots on white as the common elements in these pictures. Let's start by arranging the three of you on the platform around it."

We walked up and stood around the settee, smiling at each other.

Katy said, "You look like Christmas candy, Betty. You too V."

We both said "Thank you," and all moved towards each other to hold hands.

John said "Hold it like that. OK, turn the circle until Virginia is in the center. Good, now all of you look directly into the camera. Heads down a bit."

The flash went off several times. We repeated the pose, with Katy then Betty in the center.

We worked a number of poses in varying degrees of undress over the next few hours. He had us undress to a given point one at a time. At the first step one of us took off our dress while the other two were fully dressed. Then all dresses off and two still wearing petticoats. Then one. Then we were all in just lingerie.

He repeated the process for bras, panties, shoes and so on until all three of us were nude. He made it all very interesting and very relaxing. There was a nice chilled wine which helped keep things cozy, and also let us use the glasses and bottle as props.

John offered us robes when we broke for dinner, which we had in his dining room. We wore them, but didn't bother to keep them closed. Afterwards he had us put on the black lingerie sets Betty had brought. They were almost entirely black, mostly satin with some lace and a few red accents.

We scrubbed off our original makeup then made up differently to go with the new lingerie. We each had our own faces, of course, but with the identical lingerie the most noticeable differences were really our heights, busts and hair color. And he often posed us to eliminate the height factor. We posed for another two hours in those outfits, or parts of them. Again finishing nude.

We put on bras, except that Katy didn't bother, panties and our dresses and tossed everything else in a bag for the trip home. I had been a fun. A lot of fun. We were all mildly horny, which surprised me. I'd expected us all to be seriously turned on, but the way John handled it hadn't promoted that.

Even when he'd had us kissing or handling each other it had been too business like to be a turn on. A little, but not what I'd expected. We were also pretty tired. I drove home and when I got there Betty was sleeping with her head in Katy's lap. Katy was barely awake.

I picked up the bag with all the other clothes and jostled the girls. Katy helped Betty to her feet. We all went up to my room, stripped, and fell into bed. No sex, just cuddling and sleeping. It was a day I'd long remember very fondly.

Monday, March 12, 2012, Off to work

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I woke before the girls, but still late for me, untangled myself from the body pile, and got out of bed.

I heard Betty say, to nobody in particular, "It's not really Monday, is it?"

I said, "Yes it is, my dear. I don't have to go out. I'll get breakfast. But you two still need to get moving. It's after seven. You should get a shower and get ready for work."

I looked around, "Your clothes from yesterday are on the kitchen floor, Betty. Are they clean? I can bring them up."

"I only had them on to drive over here. Thanks, V, but I'll get dressed down there."

I waited until they were both standing before going off to cook.

Betty came down first, collected her clothes and dressed. I stood there with a spatula in my hand watching her. She looked up and noticed me watching.

"You like?"

"Yes, quite a lot."

She smiled. "Thank you, but you better check on whatever you're cooking there."

I turned and saw that I'd almost burned the eggs.

By the time I was serving out dishes to the table Katy came in, already dressed. So, I was the only one nude. That wasn't anything important between Katy and I, but I hadn't quite acclimated to it with Betty. But this morning I felt odd about it, even with Katy.

It took me a minute to realize that it wasn't the nudity that was bothering me. They were holding hands. Betty's right to Katy's left, and watching each other. Betty could use either hand for most tasks, so she was eating left handed. I stopped eating, watching them. I felt like an outsider in my own house. No, it wasn't the nudity, it was that it made me feel more exposed in front of them, even though they weren't looking at me.

I'd never felt jealous of them, and as I thought about it I still didn't. Not really. And I knew it was a passing moment. I knew they both loved me. But they also loved each other. More. What they were doing now was subtle and beautiful. I eventually became aware that they had stopped eating and talking and were both looking at me. I had the feeling one of them had asked me a question.

I said, "Sorry, what did you say?"

Katy replied, "I said, 'What's wrong, Virginia?'"

Betty added, "You look so sad."

"Oh, watching you two, so much in love, got me to thinking about Brian. And, well, I was feeling very alone."

I hadn't realized I'd been thinking about Brian until I said it. But yes, he'd been in the back of my thoughts too.

Katy said, "And we just totally shut you out."

Betty said, "We're sorry, honey."

They both got up and hugged me.

"Thank you both. But you should have times when all you see is each other. I'm sorry, I'm being a baby about this."

Katy said, "No, you're not. It was rude of us. But... well... you know what it feels like. And we haven't had a lot of time together lately."

"Yes, I do. You two better get off to work now."

Betty said, "I have to go. I think Katy has a few minutes."

She gave me a quick kiss and was off. Katy sat back down and put her arms out to me.

I asked, "What?"

"Here, sit in my lap. I'll hold you until I have to go."

I stood up, just a bit angry. "I'm not a baby Katy. I'll be alright."

"I know you're not, dear. And I'm sure you'll be fine. But you're lonely and I care about you. Let me hold you."

I stood there with my hands in fists at my sides, on the verge of crying. And I wasn't even sure why.

She said, "You haven't called 'time out,' Virginia."

The interrupted my anger. I looked at her and considered what she was implying.

"No, I haven't."

"Then sit in my lap. Now."

I signed and did as I was told.. She put my head on her shoulder and kissed my hair. She cuddled me for ten minutes or so. We talked a bit in low tones about loneliness. It wasn't the words but the reassuring sounds that helped. Presently I felt better.

I looked up at the clock. "You really have to go..."

I paused, deciding which word to use, then said very quietly, "...mistress."

Her cheek was against the top of my head so I could feel her smile.

"You're just a well of confusion this morning, aren't you baby?"

"Yes, ma'am."

There was comfort in her holding me, and in submission.

She said, "I can take the morning off if you need me."

"No, you're having enough trouble at work without being late."

She stood up, setting me on my feet as she did.

"Come into town and have lunch with me today. I can get away long enough for that. And I'll really try to get this settled this week so we can let Ginny out for a few days next week."

She kissed me, intending it to be quick, but then it became quite passionate. She finished and held me for a minute.

I said, "If I were wearing panties, I'd have just soaked them."

"Thank you V. What a nice complement."

She bit my ear, patted me on the butt and left. I looked down at the breakfast dishes, put theirs in the sink and mine in the microwave to warm up so I could finish.

Wednesday, March 14, 2012, Katy's nineteenth birthday

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It's Katy's birthday, and the girls were going to a party one of their friends were throwing her. Katy asked if I'd like to go, but I begged off this time. I'd had fun at the New Years Eve party. I'd been the oldest one there, but the way we were dressed, the way we looked together, and the very context and crowding of it had made that pretty much unimportant.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 13



This was going to be less than ten people, all of them within a couple of years of twenty. They must have had a good time. She didn't get home until after work the next day. And she was wearing clothes I recognized as Betty's.

Tuesday, March 20, 2012, Ginny stays home, first day

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Katy had managed to solve the problem at work last week. Mostly she uncovered the fact that the purchasing agent had gotten a kick back for buying the wrong software. He was out and her team had restored the old software, recovered the new data, and had the company running efficiently again.

They'd have to pick something new, the older programs really were outdated, but she'd gotten her boss to agree to let her and her team have a week or two to plan for it. Normal weeks, with no overtime.

So, when she got home today Ginny would be coming out and would stay until we went to bed on Thursday. Two full days with her in the morning and evening then alone in the house all day. If I didn't get bored, we'd discuss doing it long term.

I was pretty sure I wouldn't be bored. I'd done all day more than few times when I lived alone. And went almost an entire week once as well. Totally on my own. But Katy needed to be convinced. And I suppose I needed to be sure too.

It sounds like it would have to be boring. I suppose for people where pet play is mostly about sex it would be. It was about sex for us, but it was by no means only about sex. I never understood, for example, spending hours watching sports on television. I found a hour of TV sports to be far more boring than eight hours of playing and napping around the house as Ginny.

I'd have to be honest with myself and with her. I remembered well the story of her friend Barbara/Bambi. We'd discussed a few more details of what happened there and I sure didn't want that to happen with us.

I did laundry and washed dishes and cleaned the house. Doing both my and Katy's work. It seemed fair, to me, since I wouldn't be doing any house work at all for the next two days. I wondered, if we did this long term, how we'd work that out?

She just told me not to worry about it. She said we'd go into that next week if all went well this week. Trying to be a good sub, I did my best not to think about it, for now. But I was tempted to time out and and force the issue.

I thought it best, since I was going to disappear for two days, to show my face around so I went out and did some shopping and had lunch in town, seeing a few people I knew. I was surprised, again, by how little I knew of these people I'd interacted with for years. We were mostly just names and faces to each other. I got home an hour before Katy was due in.

I prepared dinner for us both and sat waiting for less than ten minutes when I heard her pulling into the garage. Except for taking off my shoes, I hadn't undressed when I came in earlier. I decided to stay dressed for dinner.

Katy came in, tossed her briefcase on the island, picked me up and swung me around one full turn, put me down again, and kissed me long and hard. She pushed my out to arms length, holding me by the shoulders.

"Virginia!"

I was standing there wide eyed, my mouth open with surprise.

"Did I scare you?"

"Uh, Katy. No. Surprised me."

"I am so SO looking forward to this, baby. I can't wait for my beautiful puppy girl to greet me when I come home from work tomorrow."

"I'd like to do that, Katy."

"I know you would."

She slapped me on my behind. "Now, my gorgeous, beautiful, 38D, pussy licking, tail wagging little sub lover... serve us dinner. I'm starved."

She sat at the table taking her shoes off while I served. Dinner was probably good, I'm a good cook, but neither of us really had our minds on food. When we finished I got up and started to clear the table.

"No," Katy said, "I'll do that. Where is Ginny's toy box?"

"Up in my room."

"It's got a handle on it, right?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Go up and have Ginny bring it down to me."

I practically wiggled from head to toe at the thought.

She added, "I think I'd like to have my puppy follow me around the kitchen while I do domestic things."

"I've never done that!" I said, with some enthusiasm in my voice. And off I went.

I watched myself undress in the mirror wall, went into my bathroom and thoroughly washed off all my makeup and nail polish, then went back out into the bedroom and approached my reflection.

The room had lighting all around the junctions where the wall met the ceiling. I turned it on and indulged in examining myself in detail, especially my face, looking for wrinkles. Then checked for sag to my breasts, belly and butt, flabby pussy lips, stretch marks you get even if you don't get pregnant. I didn't indulge in this very often, feeling that it was so vain. Everything looked OK.

My nipples were standing up so I pinched them, sending a flash of lust straight between my legs. There wasn't any no sex restriction for these two days and I meant to have her before the night was out.

I squared my shoulders, got down on my knees facing the mirror and put Ginny's toy box in front of me on the carpet. I put my tail in, with a bit of lubricant this time, put on my collar and closed and latched the box. I picked it up by the handle, making sure it wouldn't pop open, then put it down again.

Looking into the mirror I dropped into Ginny. I leaned forward slowly to put my hands on the floor, feeling my breasts move away from my body and rub against the insides of my upper arms as they came to dangle below me, between my front legs. I watched them quickly stop swaying, they were still very firm.

I smiled at myself, growled, then picked up the box and went downstairs to my waiting owner. I pushed the kitchen door open with my head and found her still sitting where I'd left her. I trotted up, went into my beg pose and presented her with the box. When she took it I switched to "sit," as usual.

"Thank you Ginny. You're such a pretty puppy."

Bark!

She put the box on the table. "Let's check you out, baby. Up."

I got up on hands and knees.

"Turn around." I did and could practically feel her looking at my sex, which I knew was swollen, open, and probably visibly wet.

She said, "Spread your legs a bit, dear."

I was thinking of jumping on her and ripping her clothes off with my teeth as I complied. And at that moment I realized a problem with the whole no hands thing. I had to wait for whoever I was going to lick to provide me access. But I was open to them at any time. Oh! I felt my clitoris sliding out of it's hood.

"Puppy seems just a bit excited."

God, she'd watched it come out. Not the first time, but there was always something just a bit naughty about having her actually see it grow. I jumped when she touched it.

"Steady there, baby. Work to do before play time."

Damn. Well...

She gathered up dishes and put them in the sink. I followed her back and forth from the table to the sink and stove to sink as the got everything ready to wash. When she started washing, I sat by her side, looking up at her or rubbing the side of my face on her leg occasionally, but mostly just lightly leaning up against her. She finished, dried her hands, and patted me on the head. She went to the cookie jar, got one, took my toy box and went to the living room.

"Come along, Ginny."

She put the box on the coffee table, opened it, and tossed a rubber ball, the tennis ball, and one of my squeaky toys on the floor. She smiled slyly at me and held out her chewed up panties to me.

"Here Ginny."

I took them, but she didn't let go. We played tug-of-war for a minute or so with me lowering my upper body so my ass stuck up in the air. I growled and wagged my tail wildly as I pulled. She let go and I sprawled back on the floor. I held them to the floor with my paws and pulled on them chewing the crotch up even more and growling while looking up at her.

She picked up the cookie, broke it in half, and said, "Ginny, beg!"

I did and she fed me half the cookie and ate the other half herself while petting me.

"Such a pretty puppy."

She turned on the TV, put her feet up on the coffee table, and ignored me. Or pretended to. I caught her numerous times watching me without turning her head. I played around on the floor, tossing the balls for myself as I'd done for years.

"Ginny, bring me the tennis ball."

I did, she looked to her side and threw it way down the hall. I ran after it. We did this a few times then she told me to lay down for a while.

I whined at her. I wanted sex. She knew I wanted sex. And she was pretending she had no idea that either of us knew I wanted sex. I was frustrated, both for real and in the context of the game we were playing. I was enjoying both feelings, and she seemed to be too. Done right sexual frustration is a form of foreplay, and for our puppy play at least, we were doing it right. I was still sitting there staring at her.

She looked at me. "I told you to lie down. I can go get the news paper."

I thought about that. I wasn't really afraid, of course, but it seemed time to comply. I laid down then crawled under her legs.

I wanted for the program she was watching to end, then a few minutes into the next one, before I crawled out, got up on my haunches with my paws on the couch, and whined at her again.

She looked at me. "What would you do if I wasn't here?"

I looked past her to the arm of the couch, then back to her.

She said, "Do it."

Well, I'd masturbated for her before. This wouldn't be much worse. I went under her legs again, came up on her left side, climbed the arm of the couch, straddling it between my legs, pressed my sex hard against the leather and started humping it. It was worse. The spice of humiliation I always felt as Ginny bumped up as I humped the arm of the couch just inches from Katy. Thoughts of calling a time out came to me.

But I'd also continued to think about what I was doing and rephrased it as "inches from my owner." That changed things in my head. The humiliation simmered down a bit. Enough that it was delicious rather than embarrassing. I rubbed harder, and heard myself whimpering. The more turned on I got the more I lowered my torso and arched my back, forcing my pussy to stay in contact with the arm. I glanced at her several times. She was so close. Watching my breasts sway and my ass wiggle.

I whimpered at her, whined, growled, and dug my claws into the arm. I came, howling, and let myself collapse there, my head cradled in my crossed arms and my legs and breasts hanging down on both sides. 

Katy stroked me from the top of my head down to my tail.

"That was very impressive, Ginny. I loved it. I loved it so much that as soon as you can move you have to use your tongue on me."

Oops, that wound me up again. I slid off the arm of the couch, smearing the puddle of my juices all along my front and between my breasts. I sat on the floor waiting for her to take off her pants and panties. I was popping up and down, keeping my knees and feet on the floor, showing how anxious I was.

She stood, undid the button on her jeans, and looked at the arm of the couch.

"You have to clean up your mess, Ginny."

I looked at the couch, then up at her. She had her hands on her hips.

"We do not continue until you've licked that all up."

I rose up on my knees, my paws on the arm, and started licking. She waited a few seconds then continued to undress. She sat on the other end of the couch, legs wide open, waiting for me. I finished and moved over to her.

"Stop, sit."

Damn! But I obeyed. She sat up straight, looking at the area I'd just cleaned. "Good girl. You may start." I jumped between her legs, jammed my face into her crotch, and started licking. She pushed my head away, holding it to look in my eyes.

"You can't use your hands, of course. You only have paws now. But you can do everything else you learned about pleasuring a woman. You understand?"

Bark!

"Go ahead."

I started back in, being a little less "hungry dog" and a little more "female in lust." I soon had her groaning and stretching and, since I didn't have hands to do it, pulling her own legs back and apart so I could reach her more completely and more deeply. She was jumping every few seconds as I sucked and licked her clit. I drew it out, hoping to get her to either beg or order me to finish her.

It took a while, probably twenty minutes, before she was just quivering on the couch, breathing hard and making animal noises herself.

Then I heard her saying, between the grunts and gasps, "Do it. Do it. Do it."

Suddenly she screamed, "DO IT! Ginny! Now."

I obliged and seconds later she came, screaming, making no attempt to be quiet. I wondered, again, that nobody had called the police on us in the last five months. We were not always loud, but when we were we were usually very loud.

I trotted awHow about you ladies get dressed. We'll continue with the polka dot outfits for now. Are we going to do nudes today?

Katy said, ay from her, picked up my squeaky toy, and lay down on the carpet facing her, holding it between my paws and started to chew and squeak. She was slowly, gently, rubbing herself. She was looking at the ceiling with her head on the other arm of the couch. She giggled when she heard the first few squeaks then raised her heat to look at me and broke out laughing.

"That was wonderful, Ginny. Thank you."

I raised my head for a moment to bark, then continued chewing and squeaking.

She stood up, got her panties and dried herself, closed my toy box and put it on the book self then went in the kitchen. I'd paused when she got up, but continued chewing and squeaking when she went out of sight.

She yelled through the door, "That's enough of that racket, girly. It's time for bed. You go ahead up, I'll be along in a minute."

I ran up the stairs, jumped up on the bed, curled up near the foot, and waited for her. No, I didn't forget the "stay off the furniture" rule. I wanted to see what she'd do. Besides, it was a bit early for bed, especially since she hadn't worked a long day. I suspected she had something in mind.

I heard her in her own room, then she came in nude with a small package. She must have put her clothes in her hamper. She put the package on the table then stood there with her hands on her hips trying to look stern.

"Get down, you dirty girl. You need a bath."

That gave me pause. I'd never considered, and we'd never talked about, giving Ginny a bath. We'd talked a lot about Internet stories of puppy girls. They were usually forced into puppy hood somehow. In many of those stories the puppies are given baths. Usually in cold water, washed harshly, then left to shiver and dry.

I'd gotten into my "down" position when she spoke to me, but had not gotten off the bed. She went to my desk, picked up the rolled news paper, and approached me.

"What did I say about furniture?"

I jumped onto the floor and went into "sit." She stood there tapping the end of the paper in her palm.

"OK. Down. Stay."

I did. She went into my bathroom and I heard water running. She came back out, got the blanket from the last time, freshly washed, and made up my dog bed beside the regular bed, then went back into the bathroom. I heard water swishing around and presently smelled some of my bath oils and saw water vapor telling me she wasn't using cold water.

I waited a bit then got up, went over to the table and sat up with my paws on it to sniff at the package she'd brought in. I'd just decided maybe I could smell chocolate when I got swatted on the behind with the newspaper. I yelped, got into "down," and received another three or four quick swats.

"Back where you were."

I scurried back to where I'd been near the bed.

"Down. And stay."

I whimpered at her as she went back to the bathroom. My pussy was soaked again. I could feel myself swelling down there.

I heard the water turned off then, "Ginny, come."

I went into the bathroom.

"Sit."

She took my collar off then lifted me into the bathtub and washed me thoroughly. While cleaning my pussy she fingered my clitoris gently at first then more and more vigorously while I whined and whimpered.

"Does puppy have a little problem here? No, it seems very large to me. Well, maybe if we rub it a bit we can make the swelling go down."

Yes, I thought, but things were getting pretty swollen right now. She turned her hand, shoved three fingers inside me and used her thumb on my clit. I came almost immediately, my howling echoing off the tiles. She rubbed my sex more and more slowly and gently as I came down from my climax.

She said "Now maybe puppy will stop misbehaving."

She washed me thoroughly back there, then shampooed my hair. Finally, drained the tub, rinsed me off and lifted me out of the tub to dry me off. When my body was dry she sat up on the edge of the tub. She had me sit between her legs, facing away from her and used the hair dryer and a brush on me. I had the distinct impression I was being groomed and mentally drifted away a bit enjoying the experience. When she finished she put my collar back on, it's click snapping me back to attention. I followed her back into the bedroom.

"Bed time, Ginny. Lie down." I looked at the bed, then back up at her and whined.

"You can't want sex again. You came pretty hard. Do you want sex?"

Yip!

"No. Do you want to do me?"

I yipped, then thought about it. Actually, I would like to, so I barked, then whined.

"Not a clear yes or no."

Bark.

"You'd like to go down on me, but that wasn't what you were whining about?"

Bark, bark!

"We have a winner. You want something else. Can you show me?"

I ran over to the table, rose up on my knees and sniffed the package.

Bark!

"Right, forgot about that."

She picked it up and unwrapped it.

It was a box of my favorite chocolates. My mouth watered. She liked them a lot too.

"Sit! Beg!"

I did both, in order. She broke one in half and fed it to me. I dropped back to "sit." She ate the other half herself, took the box and looked around the room. Right. I smiled at that. I'm a mischievous puppy, she's looking for somewhere to put it out of my reach. There was no high furniture, since we had the walk in closet and one entire wall was a mirror. But there was the fireplace. She walked over to it.

"Ginny, come here."

I trotted over to her.

She said, "Sit up tall, put your paws way over your head."

I knew what she wanted to know. I stretched up and put my paws on the mantle.

She said, "That won't work," and continued looking around.

Then she noticed the art work. Two large and a half dozen smaller paintings on the walls. She went over to one of the big paintings. Even being four inches taller than me she could just reach the top of the frame. She took another chocolate out then put the box up on the frame. She unwrapped the chocolate and walked over to the bed.

"Come."

I did.

"Roll over."

I did that. She knelt beside me rubbing my belly and nibbling the chocolate.

"Into bed."

I jumped onto the blanket and sat looking at her. She climbed into my bed, bit off part of the chocolate and gave me the rest. I got into "down" and lay there chewing and thinking about life.

She turned the lights off.

"Good night Ginny. Sleep well."

I curled up and did just that.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 14



Wednesday, March 21, 2012, Ginny spends a day at home

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I did sleep well, and had terrific dreams. I've never chased a cat. There had never been an opportunity. But there was a cat that came around to harass the birds that lived in my back yard trees. And I'd been out with Katy, and she had as much as suggested that I should while she was at work. And, finally, with the way Katy had taught me to run, it might be fun now. I had no expectation I'd catch the cat, but it seemed like it would be fun.

As was usual, I was up well before Katy. I spent a few minutes stretching to work out bit of stiffness from sleeping in an unfamiliar bed. Ginny slept on the the carpet here quite often with no ill effects. The folded blanket was more comfortable, but my body hadn't learned to sleep on it yet.

I got the kinks out then I rose up on my knees, putting my paws on the bed, and looked at Katy. Not exactly a vision of beauty. Her face was cute, of course. She can't help that. But her hair was all over the place, with some of it in her face. I wondered how she could sleep like that. Hair in my face always wakes me up. Her mouth was slightly open and she was snoring very quietly.

I used the bathroom, washed and reinserted my tail, then went exploring. No matter how often I do this, the house always looks different as Ginny. And with a real person in the house, things felt yet more different too. She might show up at any moment while I was doing anything at all.

I went downstairs and to the kitchen to see if Katy had provided for me. A new puppy bowl mat was near the refrigerator with both of my bowls on it. One filled with breakfast cereal, the other with water. I drank a little, ate a bit of cereal, then drank again.

I sent to sit at the kitchen's picture window, which looked out over the back yard, watching the shadows creep across the lawn as the sun rose. I often did this as Ginny, taking some time to think about life, mostly mine, past, present and future. Much of my thought was on the future this morning.

Any description I give of what I spend most of my time doing when I'm Ginny, while not interacting with someone, is going to sound boring. Maybe it is. But so much of life is boring, isn't it? If boring, it was very happy boring.

The joy here isn't so much about doing things as Ginny as simply being Ginny. I felt totally at peace and totally free at the same time. I get a similar feelings from being submissive to Katy. But this is like the dial was turned up a couple of notches. 

Presently, I noticed it getting much lighter out, looked up to the clock and saw that I'd been sitting there, watching the yard and thinking, for almost an hour. I shook myself, looked down my back, wagged my tail, then went up to my bedroom. Katy would be getting up soon.

On my way through the living room I picked up the chewed panties Katy had given me. When I got upstairs I dropped them on my blanket and went across the hall to her room. Knocking down her laundry hamper I rooted around until I found her bra and shirt from last night. I brought them back to my blanket too, got into "down," and waited. In a few minutes I heard her sliding her body across the sheets.

She said, "Oh! My panties!" A pause. "Funny, Ginny. The ones I had on last night were white. Well, I'm totally awake now. My bra and shirt too. I'm going to have to pick up in my bathroom, right?"

Bark.

She reached down to play with my hair, petting me, ruffling it, scratching behind my ears. I turned and licked her hand. She took it away, gently, then rolled out of bed and stood. I licked her feet, working my way up her legs. She smiled down at me, but put her hands on my head to stop me from going near her sex.

"Ginny, go play. Before that, take by bra and shirt back into my room."

I did as she said and returned. The shower was running when I peaked into the room. I ran over, got the panties, ran back out, and went down to the living room to waited for her.

She came into the living room with the box of chocolates under her arm, unwrapping one with her hands, pushed open the kitchen door and paused. I was disappointed to see she was fully dressed. I'd been hoping to be able to lick her off before she left.

"Can you catch?"

Whimper.

"You don't know. Well, I think we'll find out soon. Here."

She held out half a chocolate to me. I went over and took it from her fingers. She put the other half in her mouth. I followed her into the kitchen. 

She started coffee and prepared a bagel while I followed her around or sat by her when she stopped. She patted me several times. I whined and sniffed at her crotch.

"Not today, baby. We're going to see how you handle yourself alone, it wouldn't do to leave you with my scent in your nose all day, would it?"

I'm thinking, "Well, yes it would!" but the question was obviously rhetorical.

I sighed and rubbed my face against her leg.

"Good girl."

I laid on the floor by my bowls while she had breakfast. She finished and put her cup in the sink, bringing her to stand right by me.

She said, "You probably know this better than I do, but I'll say it anyway. You don't have any hands so you can't play with yourself. You can use the couch, of course. Remember to clean up if you do.

If you want to go outside you can use your hand to open and close the door. Answer the phone if you need to. You already keep a dress in front closet in case someone comes while you're nude. Remember to remove your collar and tail before you answer the door.

Eventually she seemed ready to go, crouched down to kiss me, with some passion, leaving me aroused but not too badly so. Off she went.

I'm not going to say a lot about what went on during the day. I did come once in the morning, humping myself on the arm of the couch. Then licked it clean as I'd been told. Cleaning up my crotch and thighs was more of a challenge. I used my paws wiping my myself and then licking them clean. It took quite a few minutes, but I was well satisfied with myself when I was done.

I played and napped, went out and walked around the yard and a little way into the woods. I had to use the arm of the couch again in the afternoon. I'd often gone days without doing this when I'd been on my own. But I was just too worked up thinking about Katy at work thinking about me here like this.

I was in the back yard, watching the fish, when I heard the garage door go up. I ran into the house, positioned my self near the door to the garage and went into "sit." The door opened, Katy stepped in, and I went into my best "excited puppy" routine. Jumping around, pawing her legs and belly, rubbing my body against her, whining and yapping. She seemed delighted, giggling, laughing and stroking me.

"Now that's a greeting. Down, Ginny. Sit."

I did, panting and not quite sitting still. It wasn't all acting, or role playing, either. I really was excited to see her. The puppy mind set is very persuasive. And I was deeply horny as well. She walked to the island, put her briefcase down, sat down at the table and took her shoes off. I broke "sit," moved over by her, then sat again, making sure I was in easy reach. She didn't disappoint me, patting me and cooing at me.

She asked, "Did you have a good day Ginny?"

Bark, bark, bark!

"You did. And did you have to hump the couch today?"

I looked down, a bit of shame from somewhere adding spice to the moment.

Bark.

"Me too. Well, not the couch. My own hand in the ladies room."

I looked up to her smiling at me.

"I'm going to need my puppy to use her so talented tongue for me after dinner."

And I thought, "God, do we have to wait that long." But all I said was...

Bark!

She prepared a quick dinner for us both, steak, potatoes and gravy. Dumped the cereal I hadn't eaten and filling my bowl. I stood looking into it, knowing that this meal I would certainly end up with some food on my face.

"Eat up, Ginny."

So be it. I started. She'd been careful with the temperature. Warm enough to be good, but not hot enough to hurt my face or nose. I was almost done before it dawned on me that on my knees, with my chest lowered almost to the floor so I could get my face in the bowls, I was pretty much displaying my sex to her sitting at the table.

I'd been wagging my tail from time to time, just from the joy if it all, while I ate. But the thought of what she must be seeing caused me to wag harder. I looked over my shoulder. She watching me and smiled when I looked at her.

I spread my legs a bit more and curved my back to push my ass even nigher up, exposing myself even more. I could feel myself swelling and, in a moment, my clitoris starting to slide out of it's hood. I continued to eat, but I was no longer thinking about the food.

When I finished I turned and saw Katy had finished and was just watching me. She'd taken her t-shirt and bra off and was idly playing with one of her nipples.

"Come here, baby."

I walked over, sat, and she cleaned my face off with her napkin, then stood to remove her pants and panties. I promptly jammed my face in her crotch and started to lick her.

"Oops! Not yet! Sit!"

She pushed me back and I whined up at her.

She cleared the table, and washed and put away everything.

I felt a twinge of guilt that I wasn't helping, and thought that if we did this long term we'd have to settle the issue of house work. Feeling guilty about not doing my share would diminish the joy of being Ginny.

But for tonight I just enjoyed following her around, licking her legs and behind and being a minor nuisance. I was having fun and she seemed to be as well.

She closed the last cabinet and turned to face me. Put her behind up against he edge of the counter, planted her feet far apart, and gripped the edge of the marble top with both hands.

"Now, puppy. You know what mama needs."

She froze looked at me round eyed.

"Um, that is..."

She was wondered if that "mama" was going to trigger me into a flash back. I was aware that it probably should have, but it didn't. I was a little surprised. Like the "mama spank" comment before, it was an unintentional exact quote from my mother. I decided I'd have to think about why it didn't some other time.

I ran forward, in two quick jumps, and dove into her, pushing my face in so hard she went up on her toes, then backed off to let her put her feet flat on the floor. I moved my face back an inch, extended my tongue, and started feather light touches of her outer lips. She shuddered and put her hands gently on my head. Not directing me at all, just touching me.

I had my paws on the front of her hips. I briefly wished for my hands, and considered calling time out, but decided not to. We were trying to convince her, and to some extent myself as well, that this could work long term. And the desire to meet challenge of doing this without hands was strong.

So I let myself immerse even more fully into Ginny. I started licking her more firmly. Working around her outer lips and mound then moving between, reaching into her inner lips. I watched her swell as she became more and more turned on.

Saw her clitoris, much smaller than mine, pop out of it's hiding place. I rubbed it with my nose while I licked her further down, putting my tongue as far into her as I could reach. She again went up on her toes and I could hear her whimpering.

As I varied my attentions between her clit and her opening she moved up and down on her toes. I felt her hands leave my head and heard the slap as they grabbed the counter. She was twisting slowly from side to side and started humping my face. I took her over the edge. She groaned and nearly fell down, holding herself up with the counter and by leaning on my face. Her groan continued, becoming deeper, more guttural, more animal as the orgasm spread through her body.

She pushed me away and slipped down to sit on the floor, one hand going to her sex as she pushed herself to another orgasm. Her body relaxed completely as she passed the crest.

She slid sideways against the cabinets and came to rest on her side, one hand caught between her tightly closed legs, which she'd pulled up to her chest. I peaked around and saw, from behind, her fingers gently rubbing herself. Her breathing slowing back towards normal. I went into my laying down pose and watched her. I was not feeling patient and could feel myself dripping on the tiles.

Her eyes flickered open, hunted around for a few seconds, then focused on me.

"You are such a good puppy, Ginny."

I growled at her.

"You need some attention yourself?"

I crawled forward, in "down" pose, got close and licked her knee and whined.

"Man, you're so good at this. If I closed my eyes I'd think you were a real puppy."

Whine.

"Sorry, '...I'd think you were a canine puppy.' Is that right?"

Bark.

"Right. I understand."

She flopped over on her back.

I got up, moved over her leg and started rubbing myself on her thigh.

She said, "Ginny, stop. I'm going to let you, but stop for a minute."

She knew that humping her leg was my favorite. I sat there with my open pussy pressed against her thigh. Resisting, mostly, moving on her. She got up on her elbows to look into my face.

"Baby, this time let's do it exactly the way you want. Virginia told me ways you like it. Let's find out what you want right now."

Oh, I was going to love this.

Bark.

"I know you like it when I sit and you climb me. Do that?"

Yip.

"No. We tried doing it while I was standing and it didn't quite work. But... try that again?"

Bark.

"That was quick. Here?"

Yip.

"I didn't think so. The tiles would be hard on your knees. But no, that can't be it. You'll be on your toes most of the time. Somewhere soft?"

Bark.

She tried living room, bedroom, and bed. I yipped to all of them.

I jumped off of her, ran over to the back door and scratched.

"Outside?"

Bark.

She got up.

"Do you want me dressed?"

Bark.

"Oh, that will be fun, huh?"

Bark!

She started getting dressed as she quizzing me.

"Do I try to stop you?"

Bark.

"Tell me how hard I try, one bark for not much, five for really hard."

Bark, bark.

She was dressed.

"Sneakers too?"

Bark.

She put her sneakers on then surprised me by putting my leash on me.

"Let's go for a walk, Ginny."

I looked up and she winked at me. Ah, we were playing at Ginny starting on her. We went out and walked around the yard a little. I rubbed her leg with my face and rubbed my body up against her. She stopped to look at me. I came up to her and whined.

"What is it girl? What's wrong?"

If she'd call me "Lassie" or inquired about Timmy and the well I would not have been surprised.

I walked my front paws up her body and put my nose in her crotch, sniffed, as puppy play, but then caught her scent and really inhaled deeply. I started slowly rubbing my crotch against her shin.

She said, "Stop that!" and pulled on my leash.

She actually pulled me off. I jumped back on, wrapped my front legs around her leg and tried the same with my back legs. This was where we'd failed before. When I got my legs around hers I couldn't thrust. I kept falling, literally, on my tail. So I'd looked up some videos online.

This time pulled myself way up one her leg, so I was crouching with my arms wrapped tightly around her upper thigh, my right arm right in her crotch. I curved my spine to force my pussy against the denim on her leg. And it worked. It worked pretty damn fast too.

She pulled on my leash, told me to stop, pulled my head back by my hair so I could see her telling me to stop and threatening to punish me, telling me I was a bad puppy, a disobedient bitch, and so on. It all went straight to my pussy.

I started to jerk up and down rather than sliding. Sudden, hard, very stimulating movements. I was gasping, whining, whimpering, and growling. She saw how close I was, and that her treatment of me was working. She grabbed my collar directly and pulled me up, not away.

She said, "Alright, you've done it. I'm going to have to wash these pants now. STOP, dammit, Ginny!"

I was right there, right on the edge. She leaned down close to my face, I was expecting another blast of simulated anger. But God did she know me.

She almost whispered. "Come now!"

Our eyes locked on each others, and I did. Hard. I kept rubbing on her leg in spasms, howling like a werewolf seeing the new moon. 

A door bang open next door and someone yelled, "Shut up that damn dog!"

Katy giggled, but I just came again, and howled again, then started to slid down her leg. She caught me under my arms and gently lowered me to the ground.

She dropped down beside me, petting my head and rubbing my back from my neck down to my tail. I had my legs pulled up to my chest, my arms folded over my breasts. My pussy was fully exposed from behind. She rubbed me there gently. I jumped and gasped.

"Can you come again, Ginny?"

My bark wasn't very loud, but she heard. She rubbed a bit harder, putting two fingers inside me.

I said, "Oh."

She smiled, "Oh?"

I growled then whimpered.

"There's my Ginny."

She took her time about it, bringing me to a gentle and even relaxing climax. I was crying, joyfully so, when she picked me up and carried me into the house. She bathed me again, puppy style, then put me on the foot of the bed where I curled up and went happily to sleep.

The last thing I heard was, "I love you, Ginny."



Ginny and Katy Pt. 15



Thursday, March 22, 2012, Ginny is naughty, Virginia returns.

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I woke up even earlier than usual. I felt wonderful. I was facing the foot of the bed and rolled over to look at Katy. Her hair was it's usual early morning mess. She was laying almost on her stomach, with one leg pulled part way up so her hip rose gracefully above her, from my point of view.

I knew from experience that, as Virginia, I could get out of and into bed without waking her. But I didn't think Ginny I could do it. I'd have to jump off and on. The thump from landing on the floor might wake her. If that didn't, the bounce when I jumped back on surely would. I checked the clock. She didn't have to get up for another hour and a half.

Besides, we'd talked through how this would work pretty thoroughly. Sleeping on the bed was special. I was sure if I woke her she'd tell me to stay off the furniture. I didn't have to obey, of course, but it would sort of scramble the game if I didn't. I'd have just dismissed it and waited for her to wake up, but I had to pee. I tried to ignore it.

We enjoyed watching each other sleep, but I knew I'd never hold out for over an hour. With a sigh of resignation I got up on all fours and jumped onto my blanket bed on the floor. It reduced the noise as I landed.

I got up on my knees, put my paws on the bed and looked at her. She mumbled something and rolled over, but did not wake up. I needed a drink too, so I used the downstairs bathroom, then on to the kitchen to use my water bowl.

Back in the bedroom I considered things then curled up on the blanket.

Sometime I'd wake her up early. That would surely be fun. But not today, I'd save it for later. Besides, she'd think it was cute to find me curled up on the floor. I was pretty sure I'd wake up when she got out of bed.

I guess that would have worked, if she'd gotten out of bed before she started playing with me. I woke up to something tugging on my tail. I popped up my head up, lowered my shoulder and looked back. It was just laying there. I looked up. The bed was a wall against my back. Sheets hanging over the side, but no sign of Katy. I shrugged, curled up a bit tighter, one arm over my head to block the sunlight, and went back to sleep.

I felt another tug and looked around. Katy had the tip of my tail, her head and shoulder over the edge of the bed, looking down at me. She giggled, with the tip of her tongue between her teeth, and pulled harder. I started to get up, but her other hand came over the side of the bed and pushed my head back down.

She said, "Chest on the floor, baby, tail up."

I got up on my knees and lowered my breasts to the floor. Still holding my tail, she reached past it with her other hand and started rubbing my sex with her palm and fingers. I growled softly.

And she slapped me right on my pussy. I yelped, jumped forward and looked at her. It had been loud, and surprising, but hadn't actually hurt.

She said, "No sex this morning, Ginny. Well, unless you want to do it yourself after I leave. I have other ideas for right now. And I have to get to work. Sit by the night stand."

I did, whimpering. She knelt down in front of me, rubbed between her own legs briefly.

"Oh, if there was only time..."

She reached into the night stand drawer and took out two bright pink ribbons.

"You see this in a lot of puppy play pictures on the net. Some like this, some don't, but I think we'll try it for a day. OK?"

I didn't know what she was talking about. They weren't long enough to go around my breasts. I didn't remember seeing... then it hit me.

My hair. She was going to give me pony tails. I'd tried the look long ago. I didn't hate it, but I didn't like it much either. It made it hard to answer the door too. This never come up when we talked about pet play.

I looked across the room at myself in the mirror wall. I could see us both in profile and noticed we were in almost the same pose. But me, being in my formal "sit," had my back straighter and my breasts thrust out. Her pose was similar, but more relaxed. She looked fabulous from the side. Nude with her little breasts just poking out from her chest.

I thought about the ribbons. Well, I could put up with it for a day. For that matter, if she really liked it, I'd probably put up with it forever. As I said, I didn't hate it.

"Turn around, Ginny." I did, and resumed "sit." She got up on her knees and tried styling my hair with her fingers.

"This isn't working." She started to stand up, then changed her mind.

She said, "Ginny, go fetch your hair brush."

I gave her my confused dog look.

"Right. Ginny, go fetch Virginia's hair brush."

The door to the bathroom was slightly open. I pushed through it, got my brush in my teeth, ran back and went into "beg" presenting it to her.

"You remembered. Good girl. Now turn around and sit again."

I sat while she brushed my hair, parting it in the middle, then made up a pony tail on each side a bit above and behind my ears, each with a big bright pink bow. She finished, got up, walked towards the hall.

She said, over her shoulder, "Go on downstairs, puppy."

I got up on all fours and walked towards the mirror watching the pony tails and my breasts bounce. I stopped a few feet away looking myself over carefully. I shook my head, watching the pony tails and ribbons whip back and forth. Well, bows were pretty cute.

In the hall I heard the shower running in her room. I went downstairs, had some food and water, then laid on the floor and waited. When she came in I looked up at her, trying to emulate the way that puppy had looked at me when she knew I didn't have time to play.

That look always made me feel guilty about leaving her. I guess I wasn't entirely unsuccessful because she paused, frowning, upon seeing me. But continued, putting her briefcase and purse on the island.

She looked back as she got coffee and a bagel.

"Such puppy dog eyes, Ginny. Go get your tennis ball."

She went out on the back porch with her breakfast. I went to the living room, found the ball, went back through the kitchen to the back porch and presented it to her.

She threw it well out into the yard and I raced after it and brought it back. We did this a few more times, with her encouraging me to run faster each time. She went back into the kitchen, I came in with the ball. "Sit." I dropped the ball and waited. I was breathing hard from running.

She stood there staring at me and I realized she'd had me running not just to play or see how my pony tails looked, but also so she could watch my chest rise and fall as I caught my breath. I smiled at that thought and arched my back a bit more than usual and took slower, deeper breaths, thrusting my breasts out even more.

"Thank you, Ginny. That's lovely. I never get tired of looking at them."

She got her briefcase, bent down to kiss me goodbye, pinched both nipples, and left.

The day went much the same as yesterday. Which was much like most days I spent just enjoyed being Ginny. Except that I did hump the couch almost as soon as she left. And there was a phone call around noon. I let it ring a couple of times while I walked into the kitchen. I took off my collar as I stood up on what I thought of as my hind legs. I suppressed Ginny and picked up the phone.

This had happened before, of course. I'd been doing this for years, it was pretty much inevitable it would happen from time to time. I had a mental picture of Ginny sitting in the shadows at the back of my mind waiting for me to finish.

I said, "Hello?"

It was the woman who would be hosting next months town common committee meeting at her house. So I stood there chatting with her and realized I was wagging my tail and feeling it brush the backs of my legs. My mental image of Ginny changed from her just waiting to her becoming impatient and trying to take over my body.

As I listened to her rattle on about what she planed to serve, and ask me to come early to help set up and so on, I notice that right in the center of the island was the box of chocolates that Katy had been using as treats for Ginny. I walked over and looked more closely. It wasn't just in the center, it was perfectly in the center. It was open. And a couple had been unwrapped and left on top.

Was Katy tempting Ginny to be naughty? I got a tingle between my legs. If not for the phone call, I'd have never noticed them. I wonder...

I said, "Excuse me, have you talked to Katy?"

"Why, yes. I ran into her a few minutes ago. We work in the same building, you know."

No, I didn't know. Very interesting.

"When I mentioned that I kept forgetting to call you about the next meeting, she said I should call right now. She was sure you'd be home. She waited for you to pick up before going out to lunch."

I smiled. This was going to be fun.

The phone was cordless so I walked into the living room and looked at myself in the full length mirror. I was holding my collar in one hand, the phone in the other, and my tail swinging as I moved. I looked up to my face and the pony tails grabbed my attention.

My physical appearance, as I've said, is a stereotypical bimbo. My usual hair style is cute but rather more dignified than "bimbo." The pony tails more than threw things over to the dumb blond bimbo look.

I put the collar on the credenza by the mirror and started playing with the pony tails, posing this way and that. I pouted, put the tip of one finger in my mouth and pulled the corner down slightly. Tipped my head down and tried to look mindless. I was successful enough to scare myself a bit.

But I'm not at all dumb. I'd been listening the entire time. When she asked me if I'd call two of the other women for her. I caught myself just before I answered with a breathy mindless bimbo voice. I cleared my throat.

I said, "Sure, I can do that a little later. I'm in the middle of something right now."

She said, "Great, thanks Virginia. See you on the sixth."

She hung up. I put the phone down and continued to pose, looking at myself. I drew out a pony tail with each hand, swiveled my shoulders and hips and looked out of the corner of my eyes at myself.

Maybe a parochial school girl uniform? And address Katy as "Head Mistress," emphasizing the "head" part while licking my lips and looking innocent? Interesting idea. The school girl thing hadn't worked for Brian and I. But I was sure it would work for Katy. Maybe get Betty to come over too and be a teacher? Or a second school girl?

I was humming as I watched one hand, seemingly of it's own accord, slip between my legs while the other pulled on one of the pony tails. I rubbed gently for a few seconds before shaking myself.

I picked up the phone, went into the kitchen to hang it up, looking once again at the box of chocolates. Back in the living room, I got down on all fours, put on my collar and, so to speak, "called" Ginny. I slipped her back on and started playing with my tennis ball again, but my mind still on the issue of the chocolates. How could Ginny get to them? I couldn't jump from the floor onto the island.

The answer came to me quickly, inspired by one of those on-line videos of pets getting in trouble. I went out to the kitchen, used my forehead to push a chair from the table to the island, jumped up on that, then onto the island. I ate one of the open chocolates. Then the other.

Now, let's see. I pulled a few of the others out with my teeth. I could have pulled them one at a time, but that didn't seem like what a puppy would do. I dropped them and looked them over. I held one down with my paw and ripped it open with my teeth. Ah! I ate that one and then ate the others the same way, leaving several chewed up wrappers. Enough for now. If I ate more I'd get sick. I wasn't looking for that level of reality.

As a final thought, I pushed the box off the island, on the side near the garage door, with my nose. I looked down, many of the chocolates were scattered over a nice wide circle. A couple had almost reaching the door. I'd chew open a few on the floor later. Satisfied I got down, leaving the chair, had a drink, then went back to the living room and my tennis ball.

An uneventful and thoroughly delightful day. After I ate lunch, breakfast serial in my bowl, I had three more chocolates from the floor, striving to thoroughly mangle the wrappers. At the end of which I heard the garage door going up as Katy arrived home. I was supposed to be feeling like a guilty puppy so I crawled behind the couch, but made it a point to leave my behind and tail showing.

And as I waited there for Katy, I realized I sort of did feel like a guilty puppy. I savored the feeling, loving the anticipation. I listened to the outside garage door close and the one from the garage to the kitchen open.

She said, quietly, "Oh, my."

The door closed and I heard her briefcase and purse plop down on the island. She was wearing her usual sneakers, so I can barely hear her walking around. Surprisingly, rather than calling me or coming through into the living room, I heard her move a chair, then a zipper opening. Silence. Then the sound of the chair moving slightly. She's masturbating!

And my anticipation became more acute. What has she got in mind that she needs to come before she does it?

The sound continues for a couple of minutes then I start to hear her breathing coming in gasps. I'm getting wet now, the sound of her is winding me up. I slip one hand back and start rubbing myself. Finally a deep growling climax ending in a screech echos through the kitchen. After a minute and I hear the chair move, but do not hear a zipper close.

She says, quietly, "Now, let's have at that bad puppy."

I remove my hand from my pussy and lick my fingers clean. Here it comes.

A pause, then loudly "Ginny! Come!"

Well, no, I won't. I hear the door from the kitchen open then flap, flap, flap as she let's it go. I can't hear her on the carpet, of course, but I do hear the swish as the rolled up newspaper comes at my ass, hear the crack and feel the sting as it hits me. She hits me five or six more times and I try to crawl further under the couch, but she's holding my tail. I back out, with her pulling on my tail.

"Down!"

I do, looking up at her doing my best guilty puppy expression. She's nude and I can see the wetness on her engorged pussy lips and inner thighs. She lets go of my tail and rubs herself. She's bending over her cute little breasts hanging as much as they ever do, her nipples pointing at the floor.

"Stay! I mean it, don't you move at all!"

She gives me one more swat, leans down even more.

"Open."

I do and she puts the rolled up paper in my mouth.

"Don't chew it. Just hold it."

She went back into the kitchen and returned with her purse and my leash.

"Put your ass up, Ginny."

I do and feel her cleaning my entire crotch area off with what feels like baby wipes. She dries me. Well, on the outside anyway. Trying to dry inside my labia is hopeless. I feel her put something inside me then the clit vibrator she used when I played Barbie for her is slipped inside my labia and properly positioned. She tapes my labia closed.

"Ginny, up."

I'm on all fours, she puts my leash on and leads me into the kitchen and to the mess I've left on the floor. She brushes the wrappers off the island onto the floor, gets the trash container from under the sink and turns the chocolate box right side up.

"Clean up your mess, girl."

I hadn't expected this at all and am disappointed. I expected her to be more creative than just making me clean up. As I start I feel both vibrators start up very slowly. Using my mouth and teeth to pick up the chewed wrappers and put them in the trash and the others back in the box.

As I work she gradually speeds up the vibrators. I'm about half done with I'm having trouble concentrating. I start dropping things I've picked up before I can get them into the trash or the box.

What should have taken ten or fifteen minutes, even using just my mouth, takes almost forty. I'm dripping on the floor, which she requires me to lap up too. I wondered how I could be dripping if she'd taped me shut, but it turned out she hadn't quite. She'd specifically left me open enough so I could drip, yet not lose either of the vibrators. 

As I got the last of the chocolates and wrappers cleaned up, I leaned down and put my forehead on the floor, shivering all over, approaching climax.

She said, "Don't come, Ginny."

It was pretty rare for her to use orgasm denial. But it was always fun, at least after the fact, to obey. So, breathing in gasps, I got back up on all fours and turned to face her.

"Sit."

I did and oh God, the position increased the pressure on my clit, changed the orientation of the part inside me and I very nearly came. I leaned up against her, rubbing my face on her leg, and whimpered. She stepped close in front of me, spread her legs. I looked into her naked pussy, noting her swollen labia, already spread open before me. Her little clitoris showing.

She ordered, "Lick."

It took me a second to get my face in, as I had to tear my attention away from trying not to come. I tried to resist, but found myself pivoting my hips back and forth, humping the air, playing with the pressure of the vibrators. She slowed them both then held me right in between the point where I'd have come if I didn't resist and where it would be too much to resist.

I worked on her with increasing urgency, and understood why she'd masturbated before starting. She wanted to keep me there licking her longer.

"Tongue inside, dear. Nose on my button."

I complied and she stepped the vibrators up for a moment then put them back down. She came, leaning on my head, then stepped away, put her back against the island, and slid to the floor, rubbing herself and grinning at me.

She whispered "Down."

I did looking back at her. The vibrations continued just below what I could resist. I ground my teeth and whimpered at her. Begging with my eyes.

"On your belly, starfish."

This was new. I did as she said, "Grab the floor."

I had just enough time to think "Huh?" when she hit both full speed buttons.

I didn't consciously feel them go faster. What little I knew was that I was coming and my vision was blacking out. I writhed on the floor, I'm pretty sure I kicked her at one point, I saw the ceiling several times, the floor really close up, the sky out the picture window, the side of the island with Katy giggling at me.

I saw her giggling, but I couldn't hear anything over my own screams. It seemed to go on for a long time, but she told me later it was exactly fifteen seconds at full speed, then slowed to zero over the next minute.

I eventually became aware of them vibrating, slowing, slowing, then finally stopping. I was laying on my side gasping. I continued gasping and whimpering for some time thereafter.

"Can you hear me?"

Woof!

"And still in character. Amazing. It's time for Virginia to come back, baby."

I flipped over on my back and stared at the ceiling, coming down. Letting Ginny fade gently. As I came down I noticed that I was wet in a lot of places. I sat up, which took some work as the floor was slippery and my tail was still in. I looked around me. I'd managed to get quite a area around me pretty well covered with my pussy juices, from leaking, and coming, and writhing around.

I said, "Wow."

Katy asked, "Was that good?"

I repeated, "Wow." My brain wasn't really functioning yet.

"Did you have fun being naughty today."

"Wow."

"Right. We'll talk later. Are we still time in? If you can't say 'yes' I'm going to assume 'no.'"

I managed to say "Yes."

"Good. Clean up the floor. The puppy made an awful mess. Put my clothes in the laundry, and my sneakers in my room. Put Ginny's things away, clean the vibrators too and put them beside my purse."




Ginny and Katy Pt. 15



I sat there looking around me, letting my brain get running again.

"Uh, Katy...?"

She'd stood up by now, and looked down at me. I looked at her then around me again.

"Oh," she smiled, "No, baby. Use a mop."

She took a small bottle from her purse and set it on the island.

"You'll need this to get that tape off. Just let it soak in and it will fall right off."

I reached down to feel myself. It was still stuck tight.

"Then take a shower. Let me know when dinner is ready."

"Yes, ma'am... wait!"

She turned back to look at me again. "Yes?"

"How did you know I'd answer the phone in the kitchen and see the chocolates?"

She smiled, "Oh, that. Your husband installed a very sophisticated phone system. He ran his business from here, right?"

I replied, "Yes, he did. His office..."

She said, "Is the only locked door in the house."

"Yes."

"Well, it's all controlled by a computer in the laundry. I noticed it after I moved in. John knows about such things and told me how to disable the phones. You could have called out from any phone, but only this one would take incoming calls. You didn't notice that only the kitchen phone rang?"

"No."

"I hoped you wouldn't. ... After that it was easy. I knew if you stood there long enough you'd look around and see them. And that woman never made a short phone call in her life. But I'd have found an excuse to call myself if I hadn't bumped into her."

"I see. Thank you."

She raised an eye brow. "'Thank you,' what?"

My nipples stood up. "Thank you, ma'am."

"Good girl."

It took a while to clean the floor. It wasn't as simple as just getting a mop. Since we'd started with our games we both took the time to keep the kitchen floor really clean since I might be licking our juices up off it. And, of course, Ginny might be eating off it. So, I took my time getting it really clean. I did everything except make dinner and went up to my room to shower.

I looked at her as I put her sneakers beside the desk in her room. She was seated there working with her computer and had obviously showered. Her hair wasn't entirely dry. She was dressed and barefoot. She sat in profile to me.

She spoke without looking at me. "Virginia?"

"Yes, Katy."

"Please get dressed after you shower."

"Anything specific?"

"Underwear, jeans, t-shirt. Wear shoes good for walking. We're going out after dinner."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Oh! As if that 'ma'am' from earlier wasn't bad enough!"

I smiled, "I try to keep you happy."

She turned then to look at me, standing there nude covered in my own drying fluids, my hair still in ratty pony tails from those same fluids.

"You do. I try to do the same for you. Are you happy? Did you have fun?"

"Yes, I loved it. All of it."

"You don't get bored during the day?"

"Not a bit."

"Why? No, I mean 'how not'?"

I'd been over this with myself so many times. How could I spend the entire day doing nothing of any consequence and feel fulfilled? I'd been doing it for years, often with no more distraction than throwing a ball for myself or laying on the floor chewing on something, or up on my knees peeking out the window, around the curtains, at the neighborhood.

And for all of that time, I still didn't have an answer. It was like telling someone you like ice cream or you like the night. Which I did, both. It was just the way it was.

"Katy, I'd tell you if I knew. I just know that I feel free, relaxed, joyful and more when I'm Ginny. And, unless I'm yanked out of it, like by someone coming to the door, or almost getting caught, that feeling stays with me for a long time after."

"So, you still want to do this full time? Well, a lot of the time. I'd miss you if you were Ginny all the time."

"I know what you mean. And I agree with you. Yes, I do."

She sat looking at me, but she wasn't really seeing me. I suddenly felt very naked. My nipples came up hard.

She noticed and said, "Oh, my. After all that you're still horny?"

I looked away and said, "I'm always horny when you look at me."

She said, "What I nice thing to say. Betty says almost the same thing."

I didn't know how to respond to that, so I said nothing.

She asked, "What's for dinner?"

"Steaks, pasta, ice cream."

"Get me on your way downstairs. I'll help."

I turned away.

"Virginia?"

I turned back.

She said, "Time out."

I looked surprised.

"Let's just be us for a few hours."

"Katy, I'm submissive. You're dominant. Isn't 'time in' being ourselves?"

She smiled, "You're right, of course. But let's put it aside for a few hours anyway, OK."

"OK. Time out."

I showered and dressed. Did not put the ribbons back in my hair. We both went downstairs to make dinner. We chatted and joked and had a fine time. It was just a little odd, but pleasant, to not be playing submissive. Just being friends.

We cooked, ate, and cleaned up then left the house, hand in hand, walking down the street in the direction of the neighborhood park. It wasn't dark yet, maybe an hour to go.

On the way down the sidewalk, she asked, "You really don't like the hair ribbons, do you?"

"No. I'm sorry. But I'll wear them for you if you like."

"Maybe once in a while. They're cute for a while, but it wears off pretty quick. You're not that kind of puppy. How about ears?"

"We could never find any we liked."

"OK. Ginny is beautiful as she is."

We'd reached the park. There were a few kids towards the back playing some game involving a lot of running and chasing and screaming. We sat on the swings, and I did swing a bit. Katy just sat on hers.

I said, "You know, I never did this as a kid."

It was just a comment. Things like that popped out of me from time to time when it was just us. Or, occasionally, with Betty.

"The swings? Or just playing?"

"Any of it. Well, a little. I had a couple of dolls, but if I didn't play with them the right way I'd get a spanking."

She asked, "How the hell do you play 'right' with a doll?"

"Well we, Nancy and I, never did really figure that out. There probably wasn't a real 'right' way. Something we'd get beat for doing one day we'd get beat for not doing the next day."

"It's a wonder you're not crazy."

I stopped swinging and looked at her. "I'm not? Katy I just spent two days pretending to be a puppy. And I want to do it a lot more."

She got up, stood behind me and massaged my shoulders.

"There are a lot of people who play these games, V."

"Doesn't mean we're all not crazy, Katy."

She started pushing me, like I was a little kid.

Most of a minute passed before she said, "I suppose not. What does Nancy think of this? Does she know about Ginny?"

"Sort of. I talked to her about it when I did it with Brian. She doesn't know I'm still doing it. Or I don't think she does. Sometimes what she knows surprises me. And I haven't told her I'm submissive to you. Yet."

"What did she think of Ginny?"

I said, "As a play thing, she didn't think it was any more significant than playing a maid or a school girl. Just role play. She thought it was probably good to get Brian outside of his comfort zone to satisfy my needs, so long as he didn't get to liking it too much. He never did. He was such a sweet and gentle soul."

"So, she doesn't know what a big deal it is to you?"

"No. Well, again, I don't think so. She's damn perceptive sometimes."

She was quiet for another minute, still pushing me on the swing. Not hard or far, just as something to do.

She said, "Virginia?" She sounded worried.

"Katy?"

"Why didn't that 'mama' send you into a panic?"

Well, I'd told myself I'd think about it later. I guess this was as good a time as any.

But... "I don't know. It should have. My adoptive family had to stop using the word entirely or they'd be coaxing me out of a closet a few seconds later."

"I see. I've called my mother... that... occasionally all my life. And used it with most of my subs. I'm sorry, it's a hard habit to break."

"So long as you're ready to help me down from the ceiling if it triggers me, don't worry about it too much. I'll have to ask Nancy. I don't have to tell her exactly what we were doing."

My eyes had been roving around. I noticed a family at the picnic tables on the other side of the park. The kids were eating and yelling and running around. Cute. The parent's kept taking looks at us, trying not to be obvious about it. And I considered how this must look to them. Oh, well.

Katy spoke again, "You said 'yet' a minute ago. You'll tell Nancy you're my sub?"

"I don't have to. It's a bit like you and Betty. But eventually, I think I will. Or, as I said, she'll figure it out on her own and we'll talk about it."

I gestured with my head across the park at the family. "We have an audience."

She glanced that way, "You know them?"

"I don't think so."

"Do you want to stop? Or leave?"

I slipped off the swing, turned, put my arms around her neck, stood on tip toes and kissed her soundly. Still kissing, I turned Katy a bit so I could look past her to the family with one eye. The parent's were staring at us. The kids followed their parent's eyes, looked at us, then went back to eating. I broke the kiss and we walked out of the park holding hands.

As we reached the sidewalk Katy said, "That was very bold of you. People suspect us already. If they know who you are, and talk, we've just confirmed it. Does that bother you?"

"No. Or I should say, 'not much.' Should it?"

"Probably not. If you had kids to protect from being picked on, I'd say it wasn't a great idea. But as it is, what can happen really?"

Then "Different subject, V, do you want to sleep together tonight?"

"Yes."

"Sex?"

"Female. Very, very female."

"Cute. You know what I mean."

"If you like, but I'm pretty done in from that 'punishment'."

"Me too, but I'd do it if you wanted. Just sleeping then?"

I smiled at her. "Well, maybe not quite 'just sleeping,' Katy."

"Sounds delicious."

We were almost back to the house before I plucked up my courage to ask.

"Katy, what about Ginny?"

"Can we let that sit for a few days? I have to think about it. And if we do it, I want to prepare some sort of ceremony around starting. Something sort of formal."

It was to be more than "a few days."



Ginny and Katy Pt. 16



Preface

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The conversation between Betty and Virginia in her car while they're out shopping was inspired by an recent exchange I had with one of the folks I swap email with. Thanks for the idea CC.

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Sunday, March 25, 2012, Morning games, part one

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Friday and Saturday were pretty much normal for us, except that Katy had become rather quiet. I continued to dress her in the morning and do chores around the house during the day. My usual submissive role, and she accepted it. But it has been two full days since she'd given me any orders.

She was going hiking with Betty this morning, so I'd gotten up to prepare breakfast for them. I cooking, wearing just an apron, when she came in the kitchen. She was already dressed to go.

As she walked behind me to get coffee she gave each of my butt cheeks a little squeeze.

I said, "Thank you, Katy."

She turned, surprised, "Huh?"

"That's the first time you've touched me since Thursday night. Are you angry with me?"

"Oh, God no! You're perfect, Virginia."

"Then what's is it? Has the puppy thing got you frazzled? We don't have to do it at all, you know."

She tipped the coffee pot at me, "You?"

I said, "Yes please. This is almost ready."

She prepared three cups and moved the table with them. I served out three plates, then sat across from her, sipping my coffee. She reached across the table to put her coffee mug to my lips. I sipped some then she sat back cradling the cup in her hands and looking over it at me.

"You'd be OK with not doing it?"

My heart sank, "I wouldn't say 'OK,' but if it bothers you we can skip it."

She paused again, then asked, "How about going further?"

I asked, "How would we do that? I can't be Ginny all the time. There are things I do myself, and that we do together, that I would miss."

"Me too."

I added, "Besides, the joy of being Ginny is in contrast to being Virginia. She needs me."

"Yes, I understood that. You know that some people are pets without playing animals."

"No, I didn't know that. How does that work?"

"Sort of an extension of being submissive. Why don't you read up on it? Look, I'm sorry for the delay, but there are some things I need to work out before I can decide if we're going to do this or not."

I signed, inwardly. Another delay. I was going to press for more information, but I heard the front door open as Betty came in. I'd given her a pass code of her own weeks ago. I thought, as she entered with her back pack, that I'd have to be careful not to let her catch Ginny.

She said, awfully cheerfully, "Good morning all!"

She gave us each a kiss, then sat by Katy and started in on her breakfast. Katy continued to watch me. Betty didn't seem to notice us watching each other, or that we weren't eating. I found myself blushing, which hadn't happened in quite a long time. I broke eye contact and started eating, as did Katy.

We small talked through breakfast. When they finished and Betty said, "We have to get going. Marla and Sandy will be on time. They always are."

Katy said, "Right. You go ahead, I'll be right out."

Katy gestured for me to stand, then to remove the apron. She grabbed me by the back of my neck and slammed me up against the wall. I was actually a little scared. But my nipples came up hard anyway. She pressed me against the wall with her body, hand still gripping the back of my neck, and started an aggressive open mouth kiss.

I was seriously turned on. She slipped the fingers of her other hand into my folds and began rubbing me furiously while keeping her mouth on mine.

It was fast, it was passionate, it was totally unexpected. It felt like it was over in seconds. She positioned her body so I wouldn't come on her. And that, in itself, was an additional turn on. It was telling me I was going to come, it was going to be hard, and it was going to be in the next few seconds.

And it was all true. I didn't know what to do with my hands, so I had my palms pressed against the wall. I came hard, but almost silently since she still had her mouth over mine. I gushed. I could feel my juices running down the insides of my thighs.

Then, just as suddenly as it had started, it ended. She simply stepped away from me, leaving me without any support. My knees buckled and I sat hard on my ass in the puddle I'd created. My knees where up near my breasts, I wrapped my arms around them and hugged them to me, little tremors running through my body.

She'd never done anything like that before.

I looked up to see her washing her hands at the sink, watching me, a little smile on her face. I leaned back against the wall panting.

She paused, on her way out, said, "Good girl," patted me on the head, exactly the way she patted Ginny, and was gone.

I sat there recovering my breath and wondering what had just happened?



Monday, March 26, 2012, Uneventful morning

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Katy was closer to normal, well what we called normal, this morning. She did give me a few orders, which warmed my heart, and my pussy, greatly. I dressed her, and she kissed me. Quickly, but nicely. She still seemed distracted but showed she enjoyed my attention and paid me some as well. It was a nice morning, similar to many we'd been having for some time.



Tuesday, March 27, 2012, Betty and I make plans

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Over the next couple of days, I did the reading she'd suggested. Pets who were not playing animals were something entirely new to me. I'd taken it as being slaves and just treated a bit like pets. I could be, but it seemed to be mostly something entirely different.

Some of it seemed to be pretty much what we already did, except that the Dom called the sub "pet" rather than something else. Other situations were the sub being taken care of extensively. Not just picking clothes, which Katy already did from time to time, but actually dressing the pet. When they wore clothes at all. Bathing them, doing their hair, sometimes feeding them.

Knowing Katy and her toy girls thing, I suspected her version would be more like that. I'd have to wait and see what in particular she had in mind. But I'd put two days in on it, that seemed to me to be enough until she was ready to talk.

But that left me with that idea I'd gotten when she put my hair in pony tails. I called Betty to discuss it. She agreed that it would push all Katy's buttons, in a good way. So we made plans. She was going to take the morning off tomorrow so we could go shopping together.



Wednesday, March 28, 2012, Morning games, part two

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Katy was still distracted and, once, I caught her looking at me oddly. She noticed and issued one of those orders she did occasionally.

"Sit up straight, Virginia. Chest out. Play with your nipples for me."

As I did, I started to get wet. Then a more wet. She didn't do anything but continue sipping her coffee and watching me. I started to squirm. She clearly noticed because I saw that little mischievous smile she had tugging at the corners of her mouth, but didn't say anything. I finally needed to ask...

"Katy, miss, mistress..."

"Yes?"

"May I... uh, I need to play with myself."

She seemed to consider it for a long time. Like I'd never asked before. I didn't have to ask, of course, but when she was right there, I usually did. And she usually just told me to go ahead.

She said, slowly and drawn out, "No."

"Yes, ma'am."

"I like your hands where they are, doing what they're doing."

"Yes, ma'am."

She let me squirm for a few more seconds then...

"You may spread your legs and rub yourself on the chair."

Well, that was new. Like humping the arm of the couch, except that it wouldn't fit between my legs. Still it was something. I immediately did as close to a split as I could, rotated my hips, and started rubbing against the polished wood of the chair.

"Oh!"

It was very different. It was well lubricated from my excitement. Almost too smooth to work. But only almost. It was like the lightest touches of a skilled tongue, except across the entire surface of my pussy and clit all at once. Slippery, and noisy. Lots of wet noises, It was not going to be quick.

It wasn't. It went on for some time. Enough time that Katy got up to refill her coffee cup and sit down again. I continued with my breasts and nipples the entire time. I was slowly, so so slowly, climbing to that plateau where I could come.

She said, very quietly, "Look at me."

I popped my eyes open. She was leaning across the table, her face filled my entire field of vision. He eyes bore into mine. I was breathing hard, in little gasps. Emitting squeaking and grunting noises every couple of seconds.

"Pinch them."

I pinched my nipples, hard.

"Again."

And again.

"Close your eyes."

I did, and she moved just a bit closer and covered my mouth with hers. We kissed hard, tongues battling it out for domination in our mouths. We did this as I got closer and closer. And I was there. I needed to come, but just couldn't quite. I was sweating and gasping for air, when she let me. She pulled back, just enough, every couple of seconds to let me breathe. I couldn't get enough air in through my nose.

She pulled back one more time and said, so quietly, "Come. Now." Then pressed her lips to mine again.

I did. Hard, screaming into her mouth. She pulled back and grabbed my shoulders, lowering my upper chest and head to the table as I collapsed quivering. I lay there, breasts hanging, my legs spread, my pussy pressed against the chair, shivering all over. I kept saying "Oh, oh, oh, oh" over and over.

I felt her petting my head, again the same way she did Ginny, then whisper into my ear "Good girl."

I continued trying to catch my breath, but every time I moved my clit rubbed against the chair and set off another tiny orgasm. I was starting to think I was going to be stuck here until Katy helped me get up. Then I heard the outside garage door open and close. God, she'd left me like this and gone to work. Was I still going to be here when she got home?

I concentrated only on breathing. I was still getting shivers and tiny orgasms. I finally decided this called for decisive action. I realized I was still cupping my breasts with my hands. Well, let's start there. I moved them cautiously to the edge of the table and took a firm grip. That, of course, set off some more tremors.

I braced myself then pushed up suddenly, rotating my hips as I did, and ended up sitting with my back against the back rest of the chair, my arms extended rigidly in front of me, and screamed as another hard orgasm ripped through me. But my clit and most of my pussy where now no longer in contact with the chair.

I looked down, expecting to find my sex raw and red. Well, keeping the furniture polished had paid off that much. I was unhurt, but I'd rarely seen my clitoris so large, standing out so prominently. I reached down to carefully touch it. Not carefully enough. I twitched violently and nearly fell off the chair.

I got up carefully, giggling at the sucking noises as I pulled my ass from the chair. I stood with the chair between my legs and considered my situation. I checked the clock. Betty had taken the morning off so we could prepare our school girl surprise for Katy. She'd be here in a half hour or less. I wondered if I could even walk.

I could, but it was distracting. I looked around. Besides the puddle in the chair itself, I'd managed to get fluids on the floor on both sides of the chair and was dripping as I stood there. And it appeared I'd drooled on the table as well. I'd have to put off cleaning up in here until I could move without nearly coming over and over.

I made my way carefully, and slowly, to my shower, set it as hot as I could stand it, and worked out the muscle kinks in the stream. By the time I was done my pussy was almost back to normal and my clit had, thankfully, retracted into it's hood. I dressed quickly. Betty might already be here. I wouldn't have heard her come in.

When I got to the kitchen she was sitting on the island, reading from her tablet. She looked up and smiled as I came in.

"Good morning, Betty." I gave her a quick kiss, then looked around again. "I'm sorry you had to see this. Katy tried something new on me this morning. It worked awfully well."

She said, "Rubbing yourself on the chair? Playing with your tits?"

"Why, yes. Oh, of course, she's had you do that hasn't she."

"Not quite. We both did it together, face to face, kissing each other the whole time."

"That sounds like fun."

"Yes. But I'll bet this worked better for you than that would have. You like to be watched more than either of us do."

"Um..."

"Don't get embarrassed. It works for you, and we love watching you. Just enjoy it. Be glad we all found each other and fit together so well."

I decided she was right. She helped me clean up. It turned out I'd rubbed the wax thin on the chair, so I took a few minutes to put on a couple of new coats. Then we went off in my SUV to look for costumes and props for the school girl scenario.

We were talking about nothing and everything and were in a series of "Have you ever?" questions. The subject came around to sex, as it often did, and we were asking if the other had ever done various things.

Betty asked, "Have you ever tried anal sex?"

I answered, "Yes, twice. It hurt the first time. But we read about it and tried again. It didn't hurt, but I didn't like it. That surprised me because I'd used butt plugs before. But then, I didn't really like butt plugs either. Brian liked to see me with them, and they weren't uncomfortable, so I went along. Unless they were too big."

She said, "I'm kind of surprised. You like that tail a lot. Or do you?"

"No, you're right. I love the tail. It doesn't make a lot of sense, does it? I love having that in, but I don't really like much of anything else. Well, I think I'd be OK if it was the right game. Bondage or slave girl games. The domination of it would probably be cool. But even with that, I'm not really interested in being fucked there."

We'd stopped at a light, so I turned to her. She was looking at me and smiling. I smiled back then turned back and drove on.

She said, "You know, we love it when you swear."

"Oh? Really?"

"Yes. The proper, mature lady getting all dirty. It's such a turn on."

She changed the subject back, "You know, there is non penetration anal sex, just like there for a pussy."

I said, "You mean licking? Kissing? That kind of thing?"

"Yes."

I was getting just a bit aroused. I licked my lips and glanced quickly at her. She was still looking at me, still smiling.

I asked, "Do you do those sorts of things? You and Katy?"

"Yes, I do. We do. Would you like me to do it to you. Would you do it to me?"

At the next stop light I reached over, grabbed her by the back of her head, pulled her in for a long, hard kiss, then sat back up, both hands on the wheel, being all proper mature lady.

And said, "Fuck yes, to both," and looked back at her.

She was sitting there, a bit stunned by the kiss and the language.

The light turned green and we drove on. I changed the subject to what we were shopping for.

After gathering the costume pieces, for all three of us, we went looking for furniture, and quickly found everything we needed at a second hand store. I paid extra for delivery the next day and we went to lunch together. I'd been hoping for time to play, but she had to go to work as soon as we got back to my house. Probably just as well. I was feeling very sensitive down below. And even though I'd said "yes" to the anal sex, I was a bit apprehensive about doing it.



Friday, March 30, 2012, Preparing for class

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The teachers desk, two students desks, a book case, a pile of used books, and chalk board all arrived about noon. I had them take it all up to one of the unused bedrooms. Betty came over at lunch time to help set up the class room and we tried on our costumes. We decided that the skirts covered far too much so we marked them off. I'd raise the hems on both before Sunday, that being when we'd decided to spring this on her.

As we worked she asked, "You and Katy are going to change your relationship, aren't you?"

I dropped an arm full of books. "Well, yes. It's kind of secret. She said you'd be OK with that. I want to do it, but it's embarrassing. She'll tell you when she thinks I'm ready."

She said, "I'm fine with all that, it's not why I asked. I wondered about something. She keeps putting her decision off, doesn't she?"

I was surprised, and showed it.

"I thought so. Look, Katy works with computers. One of the reasons she does that it because she can get exact answers. She likes to label things correctly. The problem is, people don't work that way, but she still, subconsciously, tries.

"We had a hard time working out the level to which I am and am not submissive to her. There's no convenient label for the relationship we have. In the end I had to tell her to stop trying to label it and just accept it for what it was.

She can do that, but someone has to remind her. I thought you might be in the same situation.

Now that she'd said it, I was sure that was exactly what was going on. I thanked her for the advice and started thinking about how to bring it up with Katy.

And once again, Betty said she didn't have time to play. She had to get back to work. But we had everything, except shortening the skirts, ready.

After she'd gone I slipped off my clothes, sat on the teachers desk, and fingered myself to two quick climaxes. Then carefully, with my juices drying on my pussy and thighs, polished the desk with water based wax, using the puddle I'd left for the water. When I was done the desk stop smelled mostly of fresh wax and, very faintly, of me. I hoped my scent would be just barely there, sort of subliminal, by Sunday. We'd decided that it was appropriate that we'd be playing or game on April Fools Day.



Sunday, April 1, 2012, Time for school

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To our plan, Betty hadn't spent the night, and Katy and I had not slept together. About an hour before Katy would usually wake up on the weekend, Betty slipped quietly into the house and came up to my bedroom. I was already up sitting, nude, on the edge of the bed when she came in. She, quietly, closed the door behind her. I got up, undressed her, and we sorted out our costume pieces.

Opaque white cotton panties figured prominently, of course. Matching short tartan print skirts in mostly bright pink. Long enough in front to, barely, hide our panties if we stood up straight. But so short in back that, even standing up straight, the bottoms of our panties would show. To this we added knee high stockings and black three inch heels.

Up top we wore red shelf bras. Betty stayed in hers, but every time I bent over I fell out of mine. She had me demonstrate several times before I caught on that she was really just enjoying seeing my breasts pop out. She assured me it would not be a problem. Over this we added white shirts, not buttoned, tied just under our breasts and not quite opaque enough to hide our bras or nipples. Finally, pigtails on the sides of our heads tied with pink ribbon matching our skirts and pink lip stick.

We were ready. Betty, very quietly, went into Katy's room and put her teachers costume and a note on her bureau. We went around the corner in the hall to wait. The risk was that Katy had stayed up late, reading or using her computer, and would be sleeping late. But if things went as usual, she'd be up in about fifteen minutes.

Ten minutes later we saw the doorway brighten a bit. She's turned on the lights in her bathroom. Then we could hear the shower running. And a few minutes later could hear a hair dryer. The lights in the bedroom went on and we heard her say, "Oh."




Ginny and Katy Pt. 16



The note told her how to do her hair and dress and to go to the last room in the hall. We went to our classroom and waited. Betty standing by the book cases with her back to the door, me sitting in one of the desks.

In a couple of minutes the door knob turned. Betty spread her legs a bit and bent at the waist, totally exposing her panties and the camel toe she'd arranged. She pretended to be looking for a book on the bottom shelf. I played with one of my my pony tails with one hand, holding a book up with the other, pretending to read.

As the door opened we both turned our faces towards it. Betty remained bent at the waist. Katy stepped in and gasped, her mouth hanging open.

She wore back seamed thigh high stockings in dark brown and black heels. A black knee length skirt over white cotton panties like ours. A black full bra with a white shirt, buttoned and tucked in and, like ours, not hiding the bra.

Her hair, as we'd instructed, was in a very proper bun, held in place with an ordinary yellow pencil and she wore the half glasses we'd bought for her. I wanted to crawl to her and put my head up under her skirt.

Betty stood up, slowly, with a book in her hands. I closed mine, laid it on the desk, and folded my hands on it.

While Katy continued to stand with her mouth open Betty sat at her desk, laid down her book, and folded her hands on it as I had.

We sat there just watching her, two naughty school girls waiting for instruction. Katy slowly closed her mouth, stepped into the room, and shut the door. She looked at the chalk board where Betty, in a fair imitation of Katy's printing, had written "Miss. Berkshire" then, under that, "Instruction on proper behavior for young ladies."

Turned to look at us again, she whispered, "I never even thought of doing this."

Looking back to the board, she stepped into the role.

She said, "'Ladies,'? I don't think so, but..."

Standing over the desk, she picked up one of the two highly polished apples, then a long pointer. There were also pencils and pens, a few books, and two graded tests, both showing F's. And a tiny post-it note on the desk itself. She picked it up and read it.

She said, "I see, this starts everything?"

We smiled our best bimbo smiles at her, looked quickly at each other, then looked back at her and giggled.

She stood up, straightened her back and said, "Good morning, girls."

In unison, we said "Good morning, Miss. Berkshire."

I could see that had an effect on her similar to when I called her "mistress." She swallowed hard a couple of times then picked up the tests and looked over the questions and answers.

"Miss... uh... Sanders," I'd used my maiden name, "To the question, 'What is the proper greeting when you meet your girlfriend on the streets of Paris.' you have to know the correct answer is not 'Drop to my knees and lick her off.'"

I said, as innocently as I could manage, "It isn't, Miss Berkshire?"

"Uh, no. And Miss Campbell, you've answered 'Spank her soundly for not visiting in so long.'"

"Yes, Miss Berkshire."

"That's not the right answer either."

"It's not Miss Berkshire?"

Katy tried, unsuccessfully, to suppress a smile and said, "In fact, Miss Sanders, you seem to have answered every question with 'Drop to my knees and lick her off.'"

I replied, "No, ma'am, I didn't."

"Oh?" She scanned the form and stopped near the bottom. "Um, well, you're correct. To the question 'What do you do if the teacher is going to flunk you for the semester?' you answered 'Crawl under her desk and lick her off.'"

She looked up at me. I licked my lips slowly and said, "Isn't that the right answer, Miss Berkshire?"

After a moment she said, "Why, yes. Actually that is the right answer."

I sat brushing out my pony tails and then adjusted my bra and shirt before looking back at her.

She said, "Did you know that you are flunking for the semester, Miss Sanders."

I pouted, pulled at my lip with one finger, then said, "You said I got that question right, Miss Berkshire?"

"Yes, you did, Miss Sanders."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Oh, well."

I slipped out of my desk, went down on my hands and knees, and started crawling towards the open front of her desk. My breasts promptly fell out of my bra and I could feel my nipples brushing against the fabric of my shirt. By the time I'd gone three paces they were as hard as they ever get. By the time I got to the desk they were crying out for attention.

While I worked my way down the aisle, Katy said, "And Miss Campbell, you seem to have answered every question with some sort of spanking."

Betty responded, brightly, "Yes, ma'am! My mistress says it's the universal punishment for incorrect behavior."

Katy said, "Your mistress is very wise. Now think carefully. What might be a correct punishment for getting every question on your test wrong?"

Betty whined, just a little, "A spanking?"

"Very good, Miss Campbell. Please come up to my desk."

"Yes, ma'am."

I heard Betty's heels clicking on the floor. She went past me and around the desk.

"What about her, Miss Berkshire?"

"What about her?"

"She got every question wrong too!"

"No, she got one right. And she's demonstrating that it was correct right now. Aren't you Miss Sanders?"

I was unbuttoning the waist band of Katy's skirt as I answered, "Yes, Miss Berkshire."

I could see Betty's shoes and legs from my position. Katy pulled her panties down to her knees the pressed the insides of her thighs to have her spread her legs. Katy lifted her bottom off the chair to let me pull her skirt down, then pushed her chair back a foot or so.

As I tried to pull her panties down, she said, "No, Miss Sanders. As teacher I must maintain some degree of decorum. You will have to apply your talents through, or around, my panties."

She spread her legs. The result of her pushing her chair back was that I could now see Betty all the way up to her exposed vulva, which glistened slightly. She was bent over with her finger tips on the floor. She looked my way and we exchanged quick smiles before I saw the paddle we'd left on Katy's desk whack into her behind.

Katy said, "You will count, Miss Campbell," and then, "You're not working, Miss Sanders."

Betty said, "One!"

I pressed my face against the front of her panties and sought out her slit. Easier said than done as the fabric was in no way sheer. In fact, the panties gusset covered her sex quite completely. Never the less, I involved my nose and my tongue and, after a few seconds, was able to discern the top of her folds.

Katy rotated her hips a bit and spread her legs a little more, giving me better access. Meanwhile I could hear SLAP, "Two!" SLAP, "Three." and so on. When she reached ten, Katy told her to bend over the desk. I couldn't see what was happening, with my face buried between Katy's thighs, but I did hear Betty moan.

Katy reached down, pushed me back, pulled the crotch of her panties aside, then pulled my head back in. Now I could really do some magic on her. And I began. She let out a long low moan, accompanied a moment later by a similar one from Betty. I slipped one hand between my legs and sought out the waist band of my panties.

Katy said, "You will not touch yourself, Miss Sanders."

Damn. Well, OK. So I slid my hands up her thighs and tickled at her now swollen vulva with my fingers. I licked deeply into her, occasionally flicking my tongue across her clit. She squirmed a bit and, at the same time, I heard Betty's heels click several times. Katy was making her squirm too.

And I realized that whatever I did to Katy with my tongue or fingers, she was giving to Betty with her fingers. I promptly tested my theory by sucking Katy's clit into my mouth and lashing it with my tongue. She gasped and shuddered. In a moment I heard Betty gasp similarly and the desk creak as her hips shuddered against the edge.

I found myself impressed that she was doing, with just one hand, her other being on the back of my head, what I was using both hands, my tongue and my nose for. I decided to go for the kill and really went at it on Katy. Her breathing started coming in short gasps, her legs stiffened, her hand on my head pulled me in hard. And with a whine that rose to a scream she came. And moments later I heard Betty scream as well.

I started to back out, but she held me face against her sex.

"You're not done yet, Miss Sanders."

So I started licking again.

"Hands on the floor. Be gentle, Miss Sanders."

I did as I was told.

"Miss Campbell, pull your panties up, take the paddle, and administer Miss Sanders punishment. Nine times, please. She did get one question right."

Betty giggled and I heard her come around the desk where she pulled my panties down to my knees. I was quite wet and open. My clit had long since slid out of it's hood and had rubbed against my panties as I'd worked on Katy. Betty touched it with a finger and I jumped, further into Katy's crotch. Then she massaged it for a few seconds, causing me to moan loudly.

"None of that, Miss Campbell. Sit on the edge of the desk so you have a good view of her behind."

I heard the desk creek above me as Betty sat on it. Then, with no warning at all, SLAP.

Betty asked, "Does she have to count?"

"No, she's busy. You can count for her."

Betty giggled, then said, "One."

And so it progressed all the way up to nine. Betty knew the rules about hurting me as well as Katy did. So, it hadn't hurt. But my behind was well warmed.

Betty asked, "May I diddle her now, Miss Berkshire?"

"You may, Miss Campbell. And Miss Sanders, I have recovered. You may apply yourself more diligently to your work."

I did. Behind me, Betty pushed my knees as far apart as they'd go with my panties around them, the started on me with her fingers. Several from one hand inside me, several from the other working on my clit. And she did something a bit different. She stroked it, not unlike one would stroke a cock. The strokes were very short, of course. It's not that big or long. But definitely strokes.

I went crazy instantly. Gasping for air, bucking my hips. Trying to both get away from her touch and trying to press into the space between her finger tips. She slowed up, but still continued to stroke it. I felt her kiss my backside, once on each side, then lick from the very bottom of my vulva, over my anus, and up to the top of my ass cleavage.

As she'd crossed my anus she'd pressed down a bit with her tongue. I went stiff all over then let out my breath with a gust. She did it again, lingering over my anus and stroking harder a bit longer.

I recalled our conversation, and my apprehension. But I knew I was very clean down there. I found I was loving this. She made no attempt to put her tongue inside, just licked across it.

I heard Katy say, "Finish her off, then get back to your desk, Miss Campbell."

Betty answered, "Yes, Miss Berkshire," and in seconds did just what she'd been told. I screamed, I banged my head on the underside of the desk twice. My arms gave out, leaving my chest and head on the floor, my ass way up in the air.

Betty said, "She's dripped all over her panties, Miss Berkshire."

Katy said, "That's all right. She used to wearing wet panties."

"May I go wash my hands?"

"You may. And get us all some water while you're at it."

"Yes, Miss Berkshire."

I heard her click across the floor, and the door open and close.

Katy asked, "Are you hurt?"

I replied, "No, ma'am. It wasn't that hard."

"Very well, then pull up your panties and go to your desk."

I did. The skirt, of course, was too short to sit on. I squished as I sat down. Plus, since my clit had not yet retracted, sitting sent another wave of shudders, along with a tiny orgasm, through me. I put my breasts back into my bra, then sat with my knees demurely together, folded my hands on the book in front of me, and looked expectantly at Katy.

"Fix your make up, Miss Sanders."

I got my purse, wiped her juices off my face, and reapplied my makeup. When Betty returned, after giving each of us a water bottle, she was instructed to do the same. We both took up the "good little school girl" pose.

Somewhat to my surprise, Katy got up, adjusted her panties, put her skirt back on, and started into a lesson on girl-girl sexual positions, illustrating her comments on the chalk board. When she reached what she called "advanced positions" she had Betty and I on her desk trying out those positions.

But she wouldn't let us come. Or completely undress. We'd pull panties aside or slip them down to knees or ankles. Or pull breasts out of bras and shirts. What about her, Miss Berkshire?But after each position was demonstrated, she have us stand and put everything back on. This went on for a little over an hour until Betty and I were both whimpering as she had us try out one more position.

"Now, girls, this one is for three people. I'll help you demonstrate."

She unbuttoned her skirt, let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. Then had us kneel facing each other with our knees touching.

"Both of you, put your right hands in your panties and find your clits. You may rub very gently, but pay attention to me."

We did, but no matter how gently we touched ourselves, we were so turned on it was hard to pay attention.

"Now, get your breasts out. Each of you caress the others breasts. Remember to pull on each others nipples."

She slipped off her panties and stood watching us, gently rubbing herself. Our breathing was getting quicker, each of us having trouble resisting rubbing harder. Our faces were less than a foot apart. She stepped between us, her pussy in front of Betty's face, her ass in front of mine.

She said, "Miss Sanders, you know what Miss Campbell did to your anus earlier this morning?"

I answered, with a bit of fear, "Yes, Miss Berkshire."

"You may do the same to me."

I hesitated. I wondered if they'd planned this in some way? Katy wasn't supposed to know about this school girl game. But then, they could have planned any time, before or after my conversation with Betty. This may have just been a convenient time to try it.

Katy said, "Should I turn around, Miss Sanders?"

I decided to dive in. "No, ma'am. I'm fine."

She reached back and spread her cheeks apart for me. I leaned forward just a few inches and licked her. I'm not sure what I expected. The smell and taste were the same as her pussy. No doubt because of her juices flowing down earlier. The texture, and the way it tightened and relaxed were surprising. But none of it was in any way unpleasant.

My enthusiasm for the task increased. I was pressing harder and faster on her rear opening. Her reactions encouraging me to be increasingly attentive. She stood up a bit straighter, so I had to crane my neck a bit and force my mouth between her cheeks.

She said, "Miss Campbell, I'm sure you know what to do now."

Betty answered, "Yes, ma'am." and started in on Katy's pussy and clit.

Katy said, "Keep up on your own pussies and each other breasts, girls. I don't want to have to flunk you out of sex education. Considering your talents, that would be very disappointing."

Katy has positioned us close enough to her desk so that she could support herself against it with one hand. The other she alternated between leaning on my head and leaning on Betty's.

Katy said, "Teacher comes first, girls. Remember that."

I was about to come, so I slowed down just a bit. I was tugging on one of Betty's nipples, and she on one of mine. We both let up the tugging and rubbing just a bit. I could feel it when Betty stepped up the pace on Katy's sex and did the same from my side.

I was getting more creative. Licking up and down and sideways more and less firmly. Kissing. I was enjoying myself. Katy was taking very short shallow breaths. She came shortly after that. Not particularly hard and not with screams. Rather, strong shivers, and a long drawn out "Oh, oh, oh, oooooo" sounds. And I could feel strong spasms under my tongue.

She stepped out from between us and picked up her panties from the floor.

She said, "Sit up straight, close your eyes, put both hands in your panties, continue playing with yourselves."

We did, breathing hard and making animal like noises.

Katy said, "Get ready, girls. Ten. Nine. Eight."

As she continued the count down we both applied ourselves to reaching climax when she got to zero. I could hear her move away from us, but the count continued.

"Four, three, two, one NOW!"

We came, grunting and moaning and whimpering. We fell forward, hands still in our panties, heads on each other shoulders.

Katy said, in a calm tone of voice, "You'll both get an A for this lesson."

She gave us some time to recover, while she calmly erased the black board. We sat up on our heels and turned to face her.

"Get up and put your clothes in order, girls."

We did and stood there in front of her.

"Back to your desks."

We did and sat again, shivers running through us several more times. She looked up at the clock I'd hung over the door. It was ten minutes to noon.

She smiled at us and said, "School's out at noon. You two will sit here and consider today's lessons until then. If you try to leave early, you'll be punished. Am I understood?"

Once more, in unison, "Yes, Miss Berkshire."

She paused in the doorway and said, "Betty. Virginia. Thank you so much. I'd never fantasized about anything like this. But probably will for the rest of my life now. Thank you."

She closed the door, leaving us to giggle at each other. Neither of us tried to leave, or even get up from our desks, until the clock showed noon.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 17



Preface

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As I noted in the previous part, the conversation between Betty and Virginia in V's car was inspired by an recent exchange of emails. The person who inspired that also noticed that I committed a continuity error in that conversation. At the time, Betty did not know about Ginny, so the comments about Ginny's tail were out of context. Unfortunately for me, the story is written, on my computer, up to a point way, Way, WAY after Betty knows about Ginny. As I understand it, uploading a corrected version would reset all the counters and votes and so forth and I'd rather not do that. My apologies for the glitch.

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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

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Katy and I talked over the next couple of days. Things she'd like to do with Ginny. Things I'd like her to do with Ginny. It always "If we go ahead." But she continued to have trouble deciding what to call the relationship we were discussing. Ginny had been out a few times since the last test for Katy. Alone in the house, and I'd even braved the back yard one of those days.

Still not telling her was was going on, I talked over how she'd confronted Katy about their relationship. She said the most important thing was to talk to her when she had her job out of her mind. So, either Saturday night or Sunday morning.

She and Katy had a date Saturday night and she was pretty sure Katy would not be home until Sunday morning. At least not if Betty's plans worked out. So, she suggested I plant an idea in Katy's head late Friday and be ready to deal with her when she got home on Sunday morning.

I said, "I'm a bit surprised you're being so helpful, Betty. You don't even know what's going on. What if it affects your relationship with her?"

She looked thoughtful for a moment. "V, everything effects our relationship. When she decided she wanted you it changed things for us. We'd been exclusive with each other for over a year. When she got you it changed things. When you and I got together it changed things. Everything changes things."

She reached across the table to take my hand. "Change is life, baby. If I don't like the changes, I'll move on. But I know Katy and I'm coming to know you. I feel pretty sure that, in the end, we'll all like whatever it is. I can trust, and I can wait. Besides, you said she'd tell me when she felt the time was right."

Friday, April 6, 2012

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Following Betty's suggesting, during pillow talk on Friday, I brought up Ginny again and told Katy that I'd like us to reach a decision, at least on her, by Monday. We could deal with the wider pet idea another time, if she liked, but I wanted to settle on Ginny by then. She agreed, though I could tell she was not entirely comfortable with having set a deadline.

Sunday, April 8, 2012, A new perspective for Katy

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As Betty predicted, Katy did not come home until breakfast time on Sunday. Betty had called me to tell me Katy was on her way. I started making breakfast for both of us and it was almost ready when Katy came in from the garage.

I was at the stove cooking, nude except for my apron. She was in a decidedly good mood, coming up behind me, running her hands over my breasts through the apron, then down my sides and under the apron to run one finger between my folds and firmly rub my clitoris.

She spun around and paused at the door to the living room.

"Are you cooking for both of us?"

"Yes, it'll be ready in a few minutes. Why don't you get a quick shower. You smell well used, dear."

She leaned back against the door jam, "I do, don't I? I had a great night. Dinner, sex, dancing, sex, talking, sex, and finally sleeping."

She stood up, "Hey, how did you know when I'd be home?"

"Betty called and said you were on your way."

"She did? Isn't she wonderful! You're both wonderful."

She pirouetted once more than jumped through the door to the living room.

I served out breakfast, discarded my apron, and took my usual seat. She returned quite quickly drying herself with one of the large bathroom towels. She stood for a moment, legs spread for stability, vigorously drying her hair. She was facing away from me, giving me a rare view of her ass bouncing and flexing as she maintained her balance.

She bent over a the waist so she could work on her hair hanging down and gave me a very nice view of her slightly open pussy. She was wet in there. And I wondered if it was arousal or she just hadn't dried herself there. She looked back at me between her legs and giggled at me.

She asked, "You like what you see?" and ran her hand over herself once before standing up. She folded the towel on her chair then sat on it.

We talked a little about her night and some practical things like grocery shopping and cars. Finally it seemed the right moment so I turned the question.

"Katy, about Ginny. And being a pet. Are you considering not doing this? Not owning Ginny?"

She looked serious, then relaxed. "No, V. As I said, I'm actually considering taking it further. I'm just having a hard time figuring out how to say it. Or what it would be called."

"Does it have to be called anything? What's wrong with us all having whatever it is and not worrying about labels?"

"Who is 'us all,' V?"

I chewed for a moment. "Look, we both know that if we do this long term Betty is going to be involved. Eventually. I just... let's skip that for the moment. What I mean is, I think that you're a lot more worried about labeling what we have than Betty or I are."

She was surprised by that. I continued, "Maybe it's the dominant thing getting in your way. If you're in charge you think you have know what you're in charge of?"

She thought. "Maybe you're right. That's a new perspective for me. Let me think about this for a couple of days. I promise, by, uh, Wednesday I'll talk to you about it whether I have a name for it or not. Whether I'm sure of how it works or not. It's not something I've ever done, and there's not a lot about it available on line that isn't pure fiction."

"I can wait, Katy. We're talking about an arrangement that will, I hope, go on for years. A few more days or weeks to make you comfortable is acceptable. But I am getting anxious. And so is Ginny."

She said, "Oh? How is Ginny? Has she been out to play?"

"Yes. She misses you."

"And you?"

"I miss being told what to do."

In a lot of cases whether we were time in or time out at a particular moment was informal. We had been, as we often were, informally, time out while eating and talking. Her tone of voice changed and I knew we were now time in.

"Are you finished eating?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm not, quite, and I could use a little entertainment. Get up on the island, facing the back door, on your knees, chest down, and play with yourself."

I said "Oh, Katy!"

My nipples came up and I was getting wet before I even starting climbing up on the island. I couldn't see her, but I could almost feel her watching me. I heard her fork clicking on the plate for the next few minutes.

"Slower, V."

I slowed down. I'd quickly been approaching climax. I had both hands between my legs, from the front. My left hand working my clit, the fingers of my right pumping in and out of my opening.

"Reach over your back with your right hand. I can't see what you're doing to your clit with your hand there."

The order send a shiver though me. I pulled my hand out and did as I'd been told, but had to stop everything for a minute. I was just about to come. As soon as I had some control I started again, slowly. After another couple of minutes I heard her push her plate back.

I then heard her voice very close to my behind. "Put your left hand in your mouth. Suck on your fingers."

I did as I was told and a moment later felt the very tip of her tongue brush my clit. I gasped and held my breath for a few seconds. She continued tonguing me, gently, then rougher. Pressing, licking, then biting and sucking. I continued pumping myself with my fingers.

"Can you see the clock on the stove?"

God, she wanted me to think? To speak? "Yes, Mistress!"

"Can you see the second hand?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"When it gets to twelve tell me. I want you to come exactly when it comes around to twelve again. No matter what I do to you, you hold back until then. Do you under stand?"

"Oh, yes, mistress! Fifteen seconds to twelve."

"Very good. Call it off every ten seconds."

Where the hell did she get these ideas? We'd both sounded out of breath during the exchange. She started licking me again, just enough to keep me on peak.

"Ten seconds."

I had to keep forcing my eyes to focus on the clock.

"Uh, now, starting now Mistress!"

A pause then "OH MY GOD"

I don't know what she was doing to me. Just with her tongue and her lips. I was almost painfully aroused but could not have come even if she hadn't said not to. She had me suddenly so over stimulated that I was unable to reach orgasm. It hurt, but it was a deliciously satisfying hurt.

I'd missed fifty seconds, "Uh, forty, uh, AH, OH!"

Pause. "Three... no... thirty, thirty, thirty seconds."

I was gripping the edge of the island with one hand, the fingers of my other jerking in spasms in and out of my sex. My muscle control had gone all to hell. My knees were getting like jelly.

I said, "Oh God, let me come! Katy! Mistress!"

Her turn to stutter. She said, "T... ti.. time?"

"Uh, yes ma'am, uh, ten... nine... e... , um. Five, five! Four."

She changed the pattern. The arousal dropped just enough that I could feel myself building to climax.

"Oh, thank you ,oh! Two!" I screamed "ONE!"

I didn't really say "now" or "zero." I made some guttural screech that combined with her scream and echoed around the kitchen. She loved to come together and had found another way to do it. I felt one of her hands slam down on my lower back, her fingers digging into my hip, her weight on that hand. She was using me to hold herself up.

Her face moved away from my crotch for a moment, then banged back into it again. I couldn't really feel much of anything after that, except the explosions of orgasm all through my body.

When I came back to myself I was till on the island, but I was laying in a split. My knees seemed spread impossibly wide apart, my pelvis, belly and chest on the island, my feet sticking off that side, my cheek on the surface, but my eyes looking at the floor off to my left on the other side. My fingers, surprisingly, still inside me.

I became aware that Katy's upper chest was pressed against my sex, trapping my fingers inside me. Her head rested on my behind with both of her arms hugging my bottom. Her breathing, as with mine, seemed to be returning to normal.

She apparently tried to stand, her hands pressing me down as she rose, then she slid off me and I heard her bang into the floor.

"Ow!"

I said, "You OK dear?"

"Hurt my bum. Are you OK?"

"If I can ever put my legs together again, I think I'll be fine."

A pause then she said, "Wait a minute, I'll help you."

It was more than a minute. She groaned and a moments later I saw her come around the island on all fours. Her hair was a mess, and her face glistened with wetness. My wetness.

She climbed unsteadily up the island, planted a very sloppy kiss on my mouth. I could smell and taste myself on her. She continued to pull herself up, I could see that she was wet all the way from her nose to her upper chest. She stood unsteadily with her middle blocking my entire view.

She turned sideways and leaned on the island with one arm while stroking my hair with the other hand. I could now see she was thoroughly wet between her legs and down past her knees.

I asked "What the hell did you do to me?"

"I'll show you later. Something Betty taught me last week. Works better on some people that others. Seems to work really well on you."

She helped me down and we cleaned up, the floor, the side of the island, the island itself, then finally did the dishes. She didn't clean herself and wouldn't let me either. We giggled a lot while working. When we were done she sat on the table and told me to lick her face clean. An interesting flavor. My sex combined with her sweat. Salty. Then spread her legs and had me lick her clean down there as well. This time her sex combined with her sweat. Also salty, but notably different. We ended the morning my showering together and fell into my bed to nap for a couple of hours.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012, What Katy wants

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I did talk to Nancy about that "mama" comment. I declined to say what we were doing.

"Gin, I have to have some idea about what was going on."

"Uh, yeah I suppose you do. She was in charge at the time."

"I assumed as much. You're a submissive, dear. She was dominating you?"

"Yes."

She sounded just a bit worried, "She does that a lot? Your relationship is D/s, isn't it?"

I said, "Not all the time."

"Ah, but a most of the time."

"Yes."

She hesitated for several seconds. "And not just in bed, I'll bet. You trust her?"

"Yes, to both."

She still sounded concerned, but said "I think that's your answer, then. The trust is stronger than your, our, upbringing. Think about this. Compare how much you trusted Brian with how much you trust Katy."

I went silent.

"You want to call me back later? Or you don't even need to tell me, but you should think about it."

"No, Nancy. I've been thinking about it for days. It seems, well, wrong to trust anyone as much, or more, than I did Brian. Things are different now. The years, her age, my age, the things we do together, sex and otherwise. It's hard to compare, but it may be I trust her even more."

"What do you do together?"

"I'd rather not say."

"Can you talk about what you do out of bed?"

I giggled and said, "Well, a lot of what we do isn't in bed."

She said, "I suspected as much. And I think that's the first time I've ever heard you giggle. Do you do that a lot?"

"Yes, I guess I do. Life is different, Nancy."

"I see. Well, that's probably a good development."

The conversation went on what Katy and I did "out of bed." Then progressed to her family and a bit about Betty. She commented that I'd missed out on kids, even though it wasn't too late, but I seemed to be collecting a family of my own. That thought was both a bit confusing and rather comforting. I almost told her about Ginny, but couldn't quite make myself do it.

When Katy got home I was dressed. It seemed that serious talk would take place and being clothed felt safer.

"Hi, Virginia. What's for dinner?"

"Tuna steaks. And talk?"

"Yes, and talk. Do we have any of that wine we usually use for talking?"

"Of course. We're all set up out on the porch. Go ahead, I'll be out in a minute."

She went out, waited for me before sitting down. As we ate I told her what Nancy had said, partially to pass on the information, and partially to bring up the issue of trust. I decided to make things very clear.

"Katy, timeout."

"OK."

"Are you afraid that whatever you've got in mind is so far out that I'll quit us if I don't like it?"

"Well, yes, I guess I am. I don't know why I should be. Part of me knows that if you say 'no' we'll still be OK. But another part of me doesn't believe it."

She laughed, but it wasn't funny. "And another part of me just can't believe that I'm afraid you'll send me away."

"Katherine, just tell me."

"You know, sometimes you kind of do sound like my mother."

"Is that a complement?"

"Yes, despite our differences I respect her and love her. So, yes, it is."

"Then thank you. But thank God you don't sound anything like my mother. Now, stop dodging and just tell me."

"It's kind of complicated, and I'm not sure I know exactly..."

I cut her off, not angrily, but still stopped her. "You must have a short description of it. A word or two you use in your head when you think about it. Just tell me that and we'll fill in the rest of it from there."

She took a deep breath, clasped her hands on the table in front of her, then stared down at them. "As I said before, I want you to be my pet."

She glanced quickly up at me, then down again. I could see it had been hard for her, so I carefully thought it over. But I found that I really did not understand what the problem was.

"Katy, honey, dear, isn't this what we've been talking about for weeks?"

She still didn't look up. "I mean even when you're not Ginny."

"But you already said that. I read about it as you said, but I'm still not sure I really understand what you want to do."

"OK, what do you think it would be."

I gathered my thoughts then "As I understand this, I'm Virginia, just me, when we're time out."

"Yes."

"And I'm Virginia, submissive, when we're time in."

"Right."

"And then I'm Ginny, a special case of being submissive."

"Yes, you're also Barbie sometimes."

"Right I forgot the dress up doll. But that's really just another special case. Right?"

"Yes, I guess you're right."

"So, you're proposing something somewhere between submissive and Ginny. Right?"

"Yes. No. See, that's where I get stuck. It's what I want you to be whenever you're not Ginny."

I asked "Would we still to D/s? Or would it always be owner/pet?"

She said, "That's the problem. Why your talking about labels helped. I want to do something that's sort of a mix between submissive and pet. Being a mistress and an owner. But I can't make it come out straight in my head."

It sounded complicated. But I got the feeling that it probably wouldn't seem so when we were doing it.

"So, how would that be different from being submissive?"

"I'm not exactly sure. I've never done this. I've read about keeping pets, and seen it done, and talked with people who do it. I don't want to go as far as they do."

I surprised us both by saying "I accept."

She looked straight at me, stunned. "Huh? But you don't know... I mean, don't you have questions? We have to work things out..."

I stopped her again, "Katy, I trust you. You won't hurt me. You won't let me get hurt. We'll work it out as we go along. When do we start?"

"Well, there are some things I want to buy for Ginny. If it's OK with you, I'll use your credit card, we could be ready by next week. I'd like to do something sort of ceremonial. Really mark the occasion, if that's OK with you."

"I'd love it. We should make a big deal about it."

I decided to settle the other issue that had been bothering me. "Katy, about the housework and so on. If I'm going to be Ginny most of the time, well, puppies don't do house work. If anything they cause more. It's not fair."

She interrupted with "I'm not..."

I stopped her "Please, let me finish."

She said, "I should time in so you'll let me finish my sentences."

"If you want, but I've thought this through, so please just let me finish."

"Say your say."

I started again. "As I said, it's not fair. As we discussed some time ago, I don't really need the board you pay. Let's at least drop that. It will make me feel better. Help make it worth while doing the extra house work."

She looked thoughtful, then "Are you done? Can I talk now?"

"Yes, please go ahead."

"First, when you look up at me with puppy dog eyes, it's all worth it to me. But I see how you feel about it, so I accept. There are some things I want to do to you that will be a little expensive. Can I use your card for that?"

"To me?"

"Yes, nothing permanent. Well, the hair removal is permanent. Do you think you'd ever want to grow your leg, ass or arm pit hair?"

"Oh, that sort of thing. No, you know how I feel about all that."

"Yes, I do. I can tell you the rest, I know it's asking for a lot of trust, but I'm sure you'd prefer to be surprised and to find out as Ginny."




Ginny and Katy Pt. 17



I thought about that. It was a lot of trust. Nancy would say I was crazy. Or maybe she wouldn't. I realized that I'd been wrong about how she felt about at least some of the things I did.

"OK. How do we do this?"

"Well, that's a surprise too. But it will fulfill another of your fantasies to do it."

She stood up, and looked at the table, "Time in?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Strip."

I did, quickly, folding my clothes and putting them on my chair. She started to clear the table and I moved to help her.

"No. Go climb up on the counter beside the sink. On your knees, legs spread, back straight, hands behind your head."

I did as she said and she left me there. Didn't touch me, didn't have me touch myself, barely looked at me, while she cleared the table, washed all the dishes, dried them all and put them away. And I got gradually wetter and wetter as I knelt there. My nipples were up hard the whole time.

When she was completely done she went out on the porch, brought in my clothes, turned off the lights and left the room. Shortly I heard the TV in the living room go on. I hadn't been told I couldn't look around. I considered breaking pose, but no, I wasn't Ginny. I was Virginia the submissive.

I stayed, kneeling there in the dim kitchen, just the night light on the refrigerator. I wondered that I was so wet. And also wondered... With my arms up my breasts were separated. I leaned over to look under myself. Yes, I was dripping on the counter.

I could see the clock. I'd been up here for almost an hour while she cleaned up from dinner. And it had been another hour since she'd left me there. She came back in and got herself some orange juice, then walked over looking at me curiously. I looked down at her.

"Mistress, am I being punished?"

She giggled then reached out and flicked my clitoris with her finger. I gasped then whimpered.

"No, dear, you're being aroused. Is it working?"

"Yes, ma'am."

She leaned forward and licked me, tongue wide and flat, from my opening up over my clit and on up to my belly button. I shuddered and whimpered again.

"Yes, it does seem to be working. We'll, let's see if we can't help you along a bit."

She reached into her pocket and got out three white objects. Three little egg style vibrators with clamps on them all wired to a little controller box. She reached up and attached one to each nipple and the last, after drying me with a tissue, to my clit. 

There was a selector on the control box. She turned it and they all started up, slowly. "Open." She put the controller in my mouth.

"After you come, climb down, clean up the counter and yourself, then come up to bed. Don't take off the vibrators, don't turn them off, and don't take the controller out of your mouth. Understand?"

I nodded "yes." She reached around and patted me on the ass.

"Have fun." And she left me again.

I heard the TV go off and saw the living room lights go out. I figured I'd come pretty quickly. But it didn't work out that way. The vibrators changed speeds, and not all together, fairly often. I couldn't catch a pattern long enough to come. My time to adjust was just a bit longer than their cycle period. But the gap was closing. It took over a half an hour, but I finally came. Despite the controller in my mouth I was still pretty loud.

I climbed carefully off the counter and cleaned it. Walking through the dark living room, buzzing from three places, felt very odd. More than that, she'd opened the curtains to the big picture window. There wasn't enough light for anyone to see me, though if they'd been looking at just the right moment they'd have seen me silhouetted in the light from the kitchen door.

I went to the downstairs laundry/bathroom and cleaned myself up. All the time the vibrators continued to buzz. I'd climaxed, but I hadn't really come down. I could feel another approaching. I went down on my hands an knees in the hall when the second one hit. I almost dropped the controller.

As it passed I could already feel the next one coming. I got up and sprinted up the stairs. There was a light on in my room. I went in to find Katy, nude, in my bed reading. She looked up as I came in. I was panting, but not from the sprint. I was about to come again.

"Climb up here, baby. On hands and knees over me." She turned me as I climbed up so I was facing her feet. She took the controller, changed the setting to keep me on the edge, and started to finger me. I was getting well turned on when she changed the setting one more time.

I came hard and loud then collapsed on top of her, my head down near her knees and my crotch just below her breasts. One of the nipple vibrators had popped off when I landed on the bed. It buzzed and jumped around in my arm pit. She turned the vibrators off, rolled me over and removed the other two.

She planned all this, of course, so she had a towel handy to dry me, and herself, off. I tried to go down on her but she stopped me. "Not tonight, V." She turned off the lights, and wrapped her arms around me.

She whispered in my ear, "A week from this Friday, you're mine."

I thought, but didn't actually say, "I already am."

Thursday, April 19, 2012, The day before

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Over the next week we talk, a bit, about what our roles would be as pet and owner. And in some ways that indicated the change to come. I was, now, submissive to my dominant. My mistress. I'd still be calling her "Mistress." Puppy Ginny didn't speak, but Pet Virginia would. Puppy Ginny didn't have hands, but Pet Virginia would. Puppy Ginny walked on all fours. Pet Virginia would, mostly, stand on two feet.

We'd spent all day Sunday on time out. Went to breakfast and swimming with Betty at the gym where they played tennis. Betty spent the night, the three of us playing in my bed before sleep overtook as all. I was the last to fade away and found that I had a young woman on each side of me, curled up with their heads on my shoulders, hands clasped with each other just below my breasts. Angels with messy hair.

Packages had arrived addressed to Katy all through the week. I'd been told not to look at them, just to have the delivery people put them in the garage. A couple of them were pretty big and left me wondering what I was getting myself into. But overall I just got more and more turned on by the idea of what was coming. Other than the deliveries, and Katy insisting on checking a few details before we started, our life together was much as it had been.

She said she'd be coming home early from work tomorrow and wanted me out of the house by noon so she could set things up for us to start.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 18



Preface

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My apologies for the long delay since part 17. The real work intruded rather badly. Plus the fact that, as originally written, this was a somewhat different story. By the time I first publishing on Literotica I'd changed some key premises and had rewritten about a third of it to those new parameters.

That material made up parts 1 to 17. I'm getting into parts that were never rewritten, so I'm doing it now. As you might expect, that slows things down. I have to rewrite things as trivial and detailed as the color of Betty's eyes up to the degree to which Katy is dominant and Virginia is submissive.

Anyway, work, and rewrites, and being sick for a time have all delayed part 18.

Again, thanks so much for the comments and various exchanges. There have been a couple of dick heads (Talking penises. Is there a story idea there?) but most of you have been a delight to talk to and, for a couple of you, a lot of fun to get to know better. Mike, you're a treat. Sharon, they are truly, truly magnificent, darling. Bob, such wicked ideas. And above all, Lisa, I love you baby.

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Friday, April 20, 2012, And so, we begin

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As instructed, I was out of the house by noon. At breakfast Katy said she'd text me when I could come home. I did a little shopping then went to the neighborhood park, the one up the street from my house, to read and watch the preschool children play and their mothers watching over them.

I had a few wistful moments over the children Brian and I had never had. As it did at moments like this, my anger at the drunk driver who killed him rose up. And, as usual, I let it continue for a few minutes then suppressed it.

Today was not the day to get hung up in anger. I wanted to remember this as the first day of something wonderful for me. Thinking of what was going to happen I had trouble concentrating on my book. I tried not to waste time imagining what Katy might be preparing for me at home.

Instead I spent most of my time observing the children and mothers. I thought briefly of the "mother game" the three of us played from time to time. Often it was me, but Katy and Betty also got tagged as "mother." I'd watched Nancy's kids for a few days on several occasions, usually when she and Mark went on anniversary "honeymoons." I think I'd have been a good mother.

Well that wasn't getting me anywhere either. I was sitting on the ground with my back against a large rock. I leaned back and watched the clouds and refused to check the time yet again. I'd wait patiently for Katy's message.

I knew phone reception here was excellent. And she knew where I was. If I didn't respond when she texted, she'd come get me. And I'd probably get punished for not coming when called. I briefly considered turning my phone off but, again, this wasn't the day for that. We could do discipline another time.

I watched the clouds and the nervous energy subsided. I knew I'd fallen asleep a few times only because I woke up with a start each time, usually from the sound of the children games or a mother shouting at them.

Finally my cell phone sounded. The message gave instructions.

"You'll find clothes in the garage. Change into them before coming in."

I replied "Yes, ma'am" and ran to my car.

I buckled in, started it, then sat there calming myself. Or trying to. I've never driven so carefully in my life, despite the urge to speed.

I pulled into the driveway and pressed the remote. The left most garage doors went up and I drove into the first bay. Her car was in the second bay, as usual. The third bay wasn't entirely empty. The pile of things she'd ordered was smaller, but some things remained. I thought briefly of the classic car Brian had kept in that space. Until he was killed while driving it.

I sighed, turned off my car, pressed the button to close the overhead door, and stepped out. On the work bench there was an ordinary shopping bag.

A note beside the bag said "My pet. Strip completely. Including make up and any jewelry." I looked and saw supplies there to do that. "Dress in only what you find in this bag. Leave everything else here then come in when you're ready." It was signed, "Mistress."

My nipples came up hard. I pinched them both, and not gently. I removed my makeup then my clothes. Upon looking in the bag I was a bit surprised. Sneakers, panties, bra, t-shirt and jeans. As I started to dress I realized what was odd about them. They were all in the styles Katy wore. Sneakers instead of the running shoes I preferred. Hip hugger panties and jeans, instead of the somewhat higher waist one I preferred. Bra in my size, but her style. And a plain white t-shirt.

I dressed and was about to go in when I remembered my earrings. I took them off then had to stop again to tuck the t-shirt into the jeans, the way she usually did but I usually did not. I entered the kitchen.

I was expecting to see her either dressed, as I was, in her usual "uniform," or perhaps as I usually dressed. Instead she was dressed like a 50's TV sitcom mom. Torso hugging dress which flared out at her hips and fell below her knees. Medium heels, and her hair up in as close to a period style as she could get, given that her hair was far too long.

She looked decidedly older than her nineteen years. In fact, she looked the part of a loving mother, much older than her nineteen years. And as I noticed that, I realized I looked a lot younger than my thirty-one. She was playing age reversal, and doing a good job of it. I felt like a teen again.

To add to the effect, she was holding spatula and I could smell steaks cooking.

I said "Hello, Katy."

She answered, tonelessly, "Mistress."

I started again "Hello, Mistress."

She replied, more cheerfully, "Sit, dinner is almost ready."

I noticed the table was set. I took my usual place and waited.

She served out steak, mashed potatoes, corn and some rolls and milk. I drank milk only occasionally, as did she, but given the tone at the moment it meant something more than that. It was a thoroughly homey traditional meal. As the meal progressed, I realized it was to emphasize the age reversal. Or, I thought, probably even more her authority. She was taking me from an adult, to a child before going on to a pet then a puppy.

She talked as we ate, addressing me as if I were a teenager and she was an adult. It was very odd at first, but as she continued it seemed less so. This went on for ten minutes or so until she changed the subject.

She said "I'm getting a new pet this evening. I want you to understand how we're going to be taking care of her."

I thought, "Ah, here we go."

We talked, or mostly she talked, all through the remainder of dinner. Basically she was reviewing all of the talk we'd had for weeks about me being Ginny and, more recently, being her pet when I wasn't Ginny. I'm not going to go into this conversation. It would amount to writing about talking about it, then writing about doing it. Boring. Much more fun to read about our actions that evening and the weeks and months to follow.

So we'll skip forward. Eventually she served out ice cream and the meal came to a close. She cleared the table and put things in the sink, saying she'd do them later. Before returning to the table, she retrieved Ginny's toy box and what looked like a small jewelry box and put them on the island.

Turning off all the lights, except the one over the table, she pulled me from my chair and to the open area between the island and the counter.

"Kneel."

I did so, wondering what she'd arranged. We were still both completely dressed. She opened the small box and held a necklace when a pendant out before my eyes. It was a rich gold color. Quite beautiful. I reached for it, more or less an unthinking action. 

She said, softly, in no way urgently, "Don't touch it."

I put my arms back down to my sides. The pendant was heart shaped and about an inch across. Designed so it would naturally hang to show one side. She held it out for me to see, turning it slightly to the light.

"This is the front."

Engraved, in a simple and easy to read script, was "Virginia."

"You will make sure this side shows when you wear it."

"Yes, ma'am."

She leaned down to look closely into my eyes.

"You will wear it at all times when you are not Ginny. Even when you're not Pet. Do you understand?"

I answered, "Yes, Mistress."

My panties were getting damp.

She tipped it up to look at the front herself.

"I'd have liked to put 'Pet' here. I'm pretty sure that's what I'll be calling you most often when you're not Ginny."

She looked back at me. "Do you like that name? Pet?"

"Yes, ma'am. Thank you."

I paused a moment, then, "Mistress, I'd have worn it, even if it said 'Pet'."

She smiled and touched my nose.

"I know you would, baby. I think you're brave enough to do anything you want to, and tough enough to snub any questions you don't feel like answering. But this keeps it between us. And anyone else we decide to let in on it."

She took a tissue from the table and polished it carefully, just inches from my nose.

"You will always keep this glowingly polished."

She finished and looked back at me.

"All of the new things for Ginny, I bought with your money. This, for my Pet, not for Ginny, I paid for myself."

"Oh, Katy!"

She raised an eye brow, but I could also see she was pleased with my reaction.

"Um... Thank you, Mistress."

She smiled, "Good girl."

She showed me the reverse side. It looked as if it were textured.

"Look closely."

I leaned nearer, sensing that I wasn't supposed to move from where I knelt. Close up the texture resolved into tiny ones and zeros, in groups of eight, each starting with a zero.

"This says, in ASCII, in binary code, quote 'Pet' unquote, 'property of Katherine Marie Berkshire'."

I said "Oh!" and looked up at her.

"So, you see, it does have your new name, but in a way that very few people can read."

She straightened up, with it in her hands, almost over my head.

"Do you accept this, accepting what it says?"

Definitely damp panties at this point.

"Yes, Mistress, I accept."

She put it around my neck, arranged it and then my hair, carefully. It hung a little above my cleavage.

"Stand up, Pet."

I did, clasping my hands in front of me.

"Pets do not wear clothes, baby."

I reached to remove the t-shirt.

"Neither do they dress or undress themselves. They wear whatever their owners put on them and continue to wear that until they are removed."

I dropped my hands to my sides. She removed the t-shirt and bra, putting them on the island. Knelt in front of me, untied and removed my sneakers, finally removing my jeans and panties. She stood, folded and stacked everything neatly on the island, then sat down again looking at me.

I stood there feeling very naked.

She said, "Virginia. Pet."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Pets don't wear clothes. Usually. But we agreed to do things however we want, and I like you wearing clothes. And nude. And everything in between. I like undressing you. So, we will continue as we have as far as clothes are concerned."

She paused, in thought, for a moment, then said with a smile. "Well, I think you'll be nude more than in the past. Do you understand?"

"I do, Mistress."

I stood there waiting for instructions. I could feel myself getting wetter, feel my nipples getting harder. I looked down at Katy. She was scanning my body up and down.

After a minute she said "Turn around."

I did and waited.

"Virginia, you are awesome. So beautiful. Turn around and fluff your hair."

I turned and reached up to run my fingers through my hair arranging it as best I could without a brush or mirror.

"No, dear. Your other hair."

I gulped, spread my legs a bit, then did as she'd said. My fingers brushed across my extended clitoris sending a shiver through me. A little moan escaped my lips. And I couldn't really get it to fluff very well, where I curved under, since it was so wet.

"Turn to the light, honey."

I turned to face the light over the table so it would shine fully on the front of my body. She got up, moved in front of me, and got down on her knees very close to me. She put one hand on my ass, seemingly for balance, and leaned in to examine my sex closely. She leaned in and sniffed, smelling my arousal.

"You smell good, Pet."

The size of my breasts prevented me from seeing her face, but I thought she was looking at my clitoris, which I could feel had come out. Then, lightning quick, she pushed her mouth into my crotch, licked my clit once firmly, and pulled away just as fast.

I yelped and took a step back. She giggled, squeezed my ass, then stood and walked towards the living room, leaving me standing there. I considered following her, but no, she hadn't told me to. So I waited.

She pushed the door open and turned around looking at me.

"You're a very smart pet. You look magnificent. Ginny, has no hands, but Pet does. Get your clothes and come in here."

I did as she said. She stood by the door watching me walk towards her. I was very aware of my ass wiggling and even more so of my breasts bouncing and her watching them, smiling at me. I smiled back. She'd watched me walk in the nude many times before. Despite this, I felt embarrassed and simultaneously turned on.

In the living room, she sat on the couch while I stopped, holding my clothes, waiting for instructions. They came quickly.

"Go put those away, then get your toy box. Do not open it."

I turned down the hall, walked a few paces then sprinted up to my room, put the new clothes on the table and ran to the kitchen just as quickly. She had watched all my running about, sitting with her legs crossed on the couch. I stood in front of her with the box.

"Put it on the coffee table, please."

I put the box down in front of her and stood waiting, I was breathing hard from running. She looked at me.

"Are you breathing like that because you're excited? Or because you just ran upstairs and back?"

She knew, of course. She was playing with me.

"I ran, Mistress."

"Well, don't do that unless I tell you to. When I see your boobs heaving like that I want it to be because of something I did to you."

I looked down at my breasts. Their movement was... interesting.

"Yes, Mistress."

As had happened a few times before, I found that standing there nude with her watching me caused me to feel progressively more and more naked. As the seconds passed, while she waited for my breathing to slow, I started to fidget.

"Hold still, dear."

I tried, finally settling on clasping my hands behind my back. Which thrust out and separated my breasts. Eventually I was breathing almost normally, as normally as I could hope to standing there naked and so turned on. She was trying to look so stern and in charge. But I saw, from time to time, the corners of her mouth twitch up as she resisted smiling.

She asked, "How are you feeling, dear?"

I replied "Naked and horny."

She smiled but asked, "No, dear. That's obvious. I mean about what we've just started? Are you afraid?"

The question surprised me, and I'm sure it showed in my body language.

"Surprised?"

"Yes, Mistress."

"If you were my slave the question wouldn't come up. At least not while we were 'time in,' as we call it. How a slave feels would be none of my concern. I'm not supposed to care. And that's one of the big reasons I never liked the slave game. That's why you're my pet. People love and care about their pets. I want to care about you. I want you to be happy."

She let that sink in a moment, then, "So?"

I thought about the question, and realized this was one of those implied time out moments.

"No, Katy. I'm not afraid. Anxious. Anticipating. Wondering where this will go. But not afraid."

"Me too."

"Turn around and put your hands on the coffee table. Knees straight, bend from the waist."

A stern, commanding tone now. Time in.

I did as she'd said and watched as she turned the box so I could not see inside it. She opened it and removed my tail and the tube of lubricant. She stood and walked behind me. A few seconds later she stroked my anus gently with a lubricated finger then pressed the tail's plug inside and clicked the lock. She slapped me on one of my ass cheeks.

"Sit like Ginny, Pet."

I did, wondering what was going on. She hadn't put my collar on yet. And hadn't told me to become Ginny. If anything, from how she'd said it, she wanted me to still be Virginia.

"Look at me. Don't look around."

I did as she said. She removed my new necklace, put it in it's box, and put it on the table.

She brought my collar into my view and showed me she'd added a tag to it. I had a dog tag! It was the same size and shape as the necklace pendant she'd just removed.

When it stopped swinging, I could see that this one said "Ginny" rather than "Virginia." My pussy clenched once, hard, and I let out squeak.

She said, very quietly, "Mice. Maybe I should have gotten a kitten instead of a puppy?"

I looked into her eyes and... hesitated. She had me very off balance. I was in some space between Virginia and Ginny. I wasn't sure if I should say "oh," or I should whine.

She said "Look." and showed me the other side of the tag. It said "If found, please call Katy at ..." followed by her cell phone number.

I didn't think about it this time. I said "Oh!"

I was still in "sit." I shifted my weight from leg to leg whimpering almost continuously. I wanted her to put it on me. Or let me do it.

"You like, baby?"

"Yes, mistress."

"Ginny, tell me."

Bark, bark, bark!

I was rapidly putting on Ginny. I stayed in sit until I remembered I'm an untrained puppy. I jumped forward, rubbed my face against her thigh, then licked her hand when she reached to push me back. She giggled, then tried to get serious.

"Sit, Ginny!"

I did, but continued to show my agitation.

She put the collar around my neck and closed it. The click sounded louder than usual. Just in my head, I'm sure.

"You're my Pet, and also my puppy. Do you agree?"

Bark!

I broke sit and ran around the room barking and jumping on the coffee table to wag my tail at her, then the couch, stuffing my face in her crotch, or at least as far as I could with the dress she was wearing. I licked her face, and jumped away to the arm chair in the corner. She sat back watching, laughing. I noticed a new sound. My new name tag jingling faintly the whole time.

I sat on the chair, wiggling my head just a bit side to side to make the tag jingle. She watched me.

"Bad girl! On the floor. We have things to get out of the way before we can play."

I jumped on the floor ran down the hall and back and sat just out of her reach. She took my leash, but as she approached me with it I jumped back. Then again. Three times.

"Ginny! Sit! Stay!"

I dropped to the floor, rolled over and presented my belly to her and whined. She rubbed my belly for a few seconds, attached the leash, and pulled me up. I jumped onto my feet and tugged at the leash. She pulled me back to the coffee table, retrieved bowls from the box led me into the kitchen.

She took off my leash and hung it up by the back door. She'd done this before, of course, and it had given me a feeling of Ginny belonging. But that time was just for a day or two. This was different. More powerful. More permanent. It was the difference between visiting Paris and moving there. I whined, happily, and rubbed up against her leg, pushing my head up under her skirt as I did.

I so wanted to lick her and hump her leg or have her watch while I did the arm of the couch. I could feel that we were both going to have huge, satisfying orgasms.

She stepped aside, patted me, and told me to sit once more. I watched as she filled one of my bowls with water and set it on the floor, on a pet bowl mat I hadn't noticed when I came in. Or maybe it hadn't been there when I came in.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 18



This was the same place she'd picked before, putting them were they would not be tripped over but where I would present my behind to her if she sat at the table or worked at the counter. I lapped up some water while she watched me, a faint smile on her face. She put my empty food bowl down too.

I turned to her, stared for a moment, then danced around her barking. There were so many things we talked about Ginny doing for Katy. I was anxious to find out what she had in mind next.

And was surprised that the first thing we did was so ordinary. So domestic. But it did set a tone that this wasn't just about sex. It was about life style. She started washing the dishes. I had an instant "What the hell?" response. I circled the room, rubbed up against her leg, whined and did it all again. She let me do it a few times, then spoke to me sternly.

"Ginny, lie down!"

I lowered myself to the floor, and lay there making puppy dog eyes at her. She glanced at me, and smiled, from time to time. She soon started humming and dancing a bit as she often did when she was busy. I was reminded of that morning I'd come upon her in panties and stockings in the laundry getting ready for work. And wondered that it was only six months ago.

And you know, she was right? She was damn near always right. It felt wonderful.

I found myself smiling as I realized that I was trying to see up her skirt. Something that had held no interest before that day seemingly so long ago. And I scooted forward, on my belly, until I was just behind her. She was wearing tan stockings with seams.

I craned my neck up trying to see into the shadows. I could just make out the white of her panties between her legs. She moved and almost stepped on my hand. I moved back a few inches and could tell by the way her legs moved that she's partially turned. I looked up. She was leaning over, looking around her hip to see me.

I whined again. She pulled her skirts out so I could see clearly all the way up, then spread her legs for me. Very much 50's era garters, panties, and even the stockings. I started licking my way up her legs, but she dropped her skirt and stepped away.

"Not now, Ginny. Go back over there and lie down."

I did, showing my reluctance, then lay there wagging my tail. She finished the dishes, put the last one away, and turned to face me, leaning back on the counter, watching my tail wag.

"Sit!"

I was up in a flash, in the very comfortable "sit" pose she'd taught me the first night. She reached into the pocket of her skirt and brought out something she didn't let me see.

"Beg."

I went up into beg, my shoulders back, my breast thrust out, my paws up by my shoulders, curled into loose fists.

"Open."

I opened my mouth and waited. She placed an object on my tongue, which turned out to be one of my favorite chocolates. The same kind she'd used for training before.

"Sit."

I did.

"Virginia?"

"Yes, Katy."

I want both of you to listen to this.

Now that was something new, and did odd things to me. My Virginia part perked up, and as usually happened the humiliation of what I was doing perked up too. The Ginny part diminished a bit. She was paying attention, but wasn't as in control as she usually was.

Never the less, I barked without thinking about it. Then, more slowly, added "Yes, Katy."

I was very aware of being nude, of my tail wiggling in my ass, of my collar snuggling around my neck. My pussy pulled open due to my pose, my inner labia protruding and the air cooling the moisture on them. My breasts gently wiggling, my nipples rising. And all of this making my clit pop out to it's full length. I wanted to play with myself pretty badly. But I pulled my attention back to what she was saying.

"Good girls. Here's the way it's going to be. You can't be a puppy twenty-four / seven. It wouldn't be healthy. So, each morning you will become Virginia and do her your usual exercise program. Then you will do a new task I'm going to tell you about later. Then you'll shower become Ginny again. Do you both understand?"

"Yes, Katy."

Bark!

"After that, you can come back to bed, or go play, or whatever your puppy desires lead you to."

Bark, bark!

"OK, baby doll, let's go watch a little TV, play a bit, then I'll take you out before it gets dark."

That "take you out" euphemism gave me pause. We'd talked about it. We'd agreed to it. And I wanted to do it for the total experience. But I still anticipated I'd be feeling pretty humiliated. She was already walking into the living room.

"And I've got a present for you, Ginny. Come!"

I got up and trotted in to find her sitting on the couch with her feet up on the coffee table, flipping through channels with the remote. I sat on the floor by her knees and gave her my best puppy dog eyes. I sat for a minute or so, then pawed her knee and whined.

"You know you're not supposed to be on the furniture unless I say you can. Lie down, baby."

I crawled under her legs then lay down there. I wasn't paying much attention until I heard someone bark. I popped my head and shoulders up and looked over the coffee table at the TV. It was my Virginia side that was curious, but as I did it I realized Ginny had also responded to that bark. The first time I could recall that we'd both done something so thoroughly together. Well, except sex, of course. We were both often together on sex, though Ginny did things differently.

I looked at the screen. There were three woman with rubber tails and and dog collars on the screen. There was a large cage behind them. They were all leashed to weights, chunks of concrete. They could drag them around, but not easily. They were lined up shoulder to shoulder, all wagging their tails, while a guy moved from one to the next fucking each in the pussy for a minute or so before moving to the next.

I crawled out from under her legs and went into "sit" to watch. I flinched when Katy patted me, I was so into what I was watching I'd forgotten she was there.

"You like baby?"

Bark!

"Should I get you some play mates?"

I felt my mind go "thud" and screech to a halt. Someone else see me like this? The idea almost jerked me out of character. But it also caused my pussy to clench up tight, my nipples came up and my clit stirred. She was still petting me, from the top of my head down to the nape of my neck.

I looked over my shoulder at her. She was smiling. I turned back to the screen and whined and barked. Basically saying, "Yes, but..."

"Or would you like me to get you a nice big cock?"

Another solid "thud." Again, the idea of someone else seeing me. Added to that, I hadn't had a penis in a long time. And I found that I craved one.

I whined and barked again.

"Don't worry about it, Ginny. We'll look into that when you're ready."

I leaned sideways and rubbed my face on her skirt. She was playing with my hair and patting me as the video progressed. I found myself wiggling uncomfortably. I was getting very horny. As I thought about it I felt my clitoris slide out of it's hood and started pivoting my hips, humping the air.

I needed to come, but she was ignoring my distress. Or, at least, pretending to ignore it. The video ran another few minutes, ending with the girls begin put back into the big cage. It was followed by another, with one of the women from the first video. She was in what looked like an old warehouse and was being a dog. Fetching a tennis ball, running around, catching bits of food tossed at her.

I whined again and tried to turn to face Katy, but she held my head against her leg, forcing me to watch the video run through.

"Are you dripping on my carpet, Ginny?"

She was mentally pushing me down into Ginny. The "my carpet," to emphasize that I was hers, in her house, and messing up her carpet.

Bark! Whine! Bark, bark.

I was still slowly humping the air.

"Sit."

I did, shifting my weight over and over. She stood up, smoothed her skirts, then took hold of my collar. I followed as she pulled m away from the couch and positioned me so I faced the full length mirror to the side of the hallway. I looked at myself, now on hands and knees, and watched as my tail wiggled from my hips still gently humping the air.

"Stay."

She went back to the box, got something, the approached me, hiding whatever it was in the folds of her skirt. She knelt beside my hip, petting me from my hair down to my tail, which she then tugged on gently. I wanted her to play with my pussy, and tried to arch my back and rotate my hips to tell her what I wanted. She stroked the insides of my thighs but didn't go near my pussy.

I whined, getting louder and louder. Ginny was in full control and she was in heat. She was demanding, urgent, almost my entire attention was in my pussy, I was barely aware of the rest of my body until Katy pinched one of my nipples. If she'd done it just a little harder I think I'd have come just standing there.

I whined again then felt something touch my outer lips.

I let out a low "Ohhhhhhh." A low, drawn out howl.

It pushed into me and I realized it was a dildo. As it entered me I could feel it was a large one. I was so wet there was no resistance at all. I felt myself expanding to enclose it. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head back up to face myself in the mirror.

What I saw in the mirror was an odd scene. Facing me was a nude blond woman with big breasts wearing a dog collar with a very shiny tag. She's on all fours. Those breasts tipped with large, angrily stiff nipples. Her behind just visible past her lust filled face, slowly rising and falling, tail wagging above it.

Kneeling back near the nude woman's ass was a very pretty 50's era housewife with a fist full of the nudes hair and pushing a big dildo into her. I couldn't see the dildo, of course, but I sure knew it was there. The housewife was also looking into the mirror.

I whined again, watching myself do it. Feeling myself contract and release as the dildo went deeper into me. She never pulled it back at all, just pressed it tantalizingly slowly into me. It felt like it would never stop, then something hit my clit and I convulsed, twisting out of her grip on my hair and dropping my chest to the floor.

I howled, growled and twisted around. She still hadn't stroked the dildo out of me, she just held it in while I thrashed around. I was still panting, barely starting to recover, when she took me by the collar and pulled me up on my front legs again. She gave me a second to get stable then started walking me backwards. My head was hanging down and watched my breasts sway around.

After a few step backwards I felt the dildo push harder into me as it came up against something solid. I looked back and saw that she'd had me back up to the coffee table. The dildo apparently had a suction cup. I felt it wiggle in me as she stuck it firmly onto the side of the coffee table.

She slapped me on my behind and stood up. I looked up into the mirror to see her sit down on the couch again, putting her feet back up, a few inches away from my tail. I looked over my shoulder at her.

"Aren't you still horny, Ginny?"

I'd been recovering and focusing on doing what she wanted, but her comment returned my full focus to my stretched pussy, and a bit less to my nipples. As I though about how I must look, my clit, which had started to retract, slid back out. I was most definitely still horny.

Bark!

"Go ahead, baby, enjoy yourself. Maybe this will help."

A bit of playful torture, of course. I was so wound up I didn't need any help. But she pressed "play" on the remote and a new video started up. I looked over my other shoulder towards the screen. Three more girls, nude with tails, collars and leashes. And one really big guy holding their leashes. They were being walked in what looked like a park. One of my fantasies was to be walked in a public park.

I started humping the dildo hard. The finger or whatever it was crushing my clit near the bottom of each stroke. I shuddered from tail to nose. I whined and growled and slammed myself against the table, against that clit finger, on each back stroke. Then slowly slid forward feeling it tug at my insides, suck at them, on each forward stroke.

My head was, again, hung between my shoulders. I was watching my breast jiggle gently on the out strokes and dance around wildly on the in strokes, especially when I hit bottom.

I heard Katy say, "Ginny, look up."

I did to find her standing between me and the mirror, looking all Donna Reed. She reached behind her and I saw the torso of her dress loosen as she pulled the zipper down. I slowed my strokes then stopped with my butt up against the table. Wiggling my hips to get the finger on the dildo to rub my clit while I watched her.

The dress fell to her feet. She pushed the petticoat over her hips and let it fall too. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. As I'd thought earlier, she was wearing 50'ssit era underwear. Not lingerie, underwear. Full bra, garter belt, and panties. It appeared all white cotton. Simple seamed stockings and white high heels. She reached up and removed all the pins from her hair, letting it fall down her back.

"Ginny, speak."

She was reminding me I was her puppy.

Bark!

"Speak, louder, Ginny!"

I howled at her.

"Good girl."

She pulled the crotch of her panties aside, showing herself to me.

"Have you been a good girl? Do you want a treat, Ginny?"

Bark, bark!

She pulled her panties down past her thighs then did that sexy shimmy woman do to get their panties to slide down to their feet. I licked my lips and moved to step forward until I felt the dildo pulling at my insides. I stopped and whined again.

She lowered herself gracefully to the floor, laid back, knees up, legs spread.

I moved forward, slowly, feeling the dildo pull at me as it slid out. It came free with a audible "pop." I moaned from the loss it filling me. But her pussy beckoned. I crawled forward and lowered my face into her crotch, breathing deeply of her fragrance. She looked up at me.

"Ginny, beg."

I paused, amazed that she was stopping me. I wanted her. She smelled so good. With everything else that was going on, I hadn't notice earlier that she'd used perfume. I suppose, partially, I didn't notice because she'd used mine. But as I stood there over her, breathing over her pussy I noticed it.

"Ginny, beg. Now!"

I did, panting, quivering.

"Good girl. You can have your treat now."

I dove into her, down on my elbows, my nipples brushing the carpet. I wasn't gentle, pushing my face down hard on her, thrusting my tongue inside her, rubbing her clitoris with my nose. And I thought that this was such a special occasion, that I'd do something special for her.

I pushed her thighs up with my nose. Pulled her legs up with my teeth, nipping at the insides of her knees. She finally got the message and pulled her legs up to her chest. I licked her clit again, then moved down over her pussy and to her ass, and started licking there gently. She moaned out in pleasure. I licked her now, from her ass to her clit and back, over and over. She squirmed a bit, then a bit more, pulling her legs tight to her chest. And came. Quietly, but obviously quite strongly. My face was suddenly wet with her come. She'd sprayed me, which she didn't do very often.

"Stop, stop, stop. Ginny, sit."

I got up on all fours, then into my sit pose. She stood then leaned over to pet me.

"You stay down here. I'll be back in a few minutes."

She gathered her clothes and went upstairs. I dropped into my "down" position and watched the hallway awaiting her return. She came back a few minutes later, in her "uniform" with a wash cloth in her hand. I got up as she approached and was rewarded with being petted as she went past me to the couch.

I followed her and waited as she sat on the edge, then signed me to come closer. She wiped my face clean then told me to turn around. I did and she cleaned my thighs and pussy. My face was near the dildo, glistening, still firmly stuck to the table.

"Ginny, you have to clean up your toys."

I looked back towards her as she continued to clean my pussy, and whined.

"You don't know how? Silly puppy. Dogs use their tongues to clean."

She finished cleaning me and slapped my butt.

"Go around the other side so I can watch."

I did, licking at it quite happily. As I worked around the tip, I wondered about something. It had been a long time. I moved so that my mouth was lined up with the end and put it in my mouth. I sucked on it, moving slowly forward, letting it reach the back of my throat.

My gag reflex cut in for a moment. Then again as I pushed harder. I used to be good at this and wondered if I still was. I got it barely into my throat and had to back off. It was bigger than any cock I'd ever swallowed. And it had been a long time.

Her hand was between her legs, moving very gently, as she watched me.

"You're out of practice, babe?"

Bark!

I went back to just cleaning. When I finished, she patted the couch to her side. I jumped up, curled around myself against her leg, and laid my head in her lap. She's turned on some modern romantic comedy. It didn't get my interest at all, especially as deeply into Ginny as I was at that moment. And it had been an exhausting day for me. So much nervous energy. So much anticipation.

At that moment, things felt just perfect to me. I had my girl, and my girl had her puppy. It felt like everything was right in the entire world. I fell asleep with her stroking me.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 19



Preface

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A myriad of distractions have kept me from getting this part, and parts of other stories, written over the last few weeks.

Looming large in that myriad have been a touch of writers block and some time we all (the real Katy, Betty and I) spent playing with an on line domme. That was huge fun, and we learned a thing or two (or three, or a dozen) about ourselves. Thank you Sarah. Things are even more wonderful here than they were before.

Some interesting games took place, some of which may find their way into K&G or, more likely, stories of their own.

Another distraction that's used up a lot of time is working on four stories at the same time. But since Thursday I've only been working on this, part 19, of Ginny and Katy.

I hope it satisfies those who have asked "Well, WELL, what happens next?" Or were those questions all about P&M? :)

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Saturday, April 21, 2012, The first day

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I woke, as Ginny. Except when my dreams were too human, I usually did when I fell asleep as her. I felt wonderful. Though I was also aware that something had disturbed my sleep. I felt one of Katy's hands resting on my head, the other on my side. They were not moving. The television was showing some kind of documentary, which I gathered had come on after the movie finished.

I moved just my eyes, to see the clock across the room. It was almost two in the morning. I heard again the sound that I realized had woken me up. I smiled because I'd heard it many times before. Katy was snoring ever so quietly.

I'd probably have slept through it, as I usually did, if not for the other distraction. I needed to pee. I lay there thinking about that for a few minutes. I knew I wasn't going to be using the bathroom. Deep immersion and all that. And I'd agreed. But here it was.

The Ginny part of me, which is to say the major part of me right now, wanted to go outside. It was "right," and she really had control of me. The Virginia part of me, that little part that is always watching and always aware, knew it was going to be embarrassing and humiliating. And a big turn on.

I slipped out from under Katy's hands and stood, hands and knees, on the couch beside her. I whined at her. She stopped snoring and changed her position, but didn't wake up. I tried again, whining louder. Nothing.

I sat back, which was exactly the right thing as Ginny. But it changed the pressure on my bladder and I really, really needed to pee. I jumped back up on all fours, jumped up and down on the couch and barked several times. Katy jolted awake.

"What the... oh, Ginny. Is everything OK?"

I whined, jumped over her to the floor, and danced around to face her. I barked several times and ran through the door into the kitchen. I stopped at the space between the island and the counter, spun around, and danced up and down barking. Katy came through the door from the living room a moment, later yawning and rubbing her eyes.

I ran over to the back door and stopped. I'd intended to scratch at the door, but I had come up short with my paw an inch or so from it's surface. I considered my nails. First, if I scratched would it mess up my manicure? Second, would it leave scratch marks on the door. Thirdly, did Ginny care? I scratched at the door.

Katy reached up to the coat rack to get my leash then crouched down in front of me. And, well, I'm a puppy not a trained dog, so I continued to jump around and scratch at the door.

"Sit, Ginny. And stop that scratching. You'll ruin my door."

I slowed my jumping around just enough to let her get hold of my collar and put the leash on. She stood and opened the door. We'd gotten the whole thing about going outdoors out of the way some time ago. And I really did need to pee. So I lunged out the door and got most of the way across the porch before Katy pulled me up short.

"Bad girl. Wait for me to take you."

I whimpered again, but waited, my body shivering with excitement. She stepped out on the porch, closed the door, and went down the steps, with me leading her. Not quite straining at the leash, but certainly keeping it pulled taut.

I was playing up the behavior I'd seen in that puppy so long ago. When she really needed to go she didn't sniff around or search for the perfect spot or any of those things dogs do. She went straight to her favorite spot, under what we all called "her" tree and did what she needed to do.

I'd already picked my favorite tree so I pulled Katy right along to it. When we got there my need overrode every resistance I'd been expecting in myself. I got close to the tree, steadied myself on two hands and one knee and raised my leg to pee on it.

Katy yanked my leash. "No, Ginny. Not that way."

I put my leg down and turned to look up into her face.

"I've played this game before, Ginny. And we both know that girl dogs somethings, raise their leg like you just did. And it's the way you almost always see human pets like you do it. But I can tell you that it's nearly impossible to keep from peeing on your other leg."

I looked from her to the tree and back and whined again. I really didn't care about that right now.

"Instead of doing that, I want you to stand on your toes and fingers, lower your crotch very close to the ground then pee. It's a very girl dog thing to do. Go ahead, baby."

So I did as she said. It seemed awfully loud. I glanced up at her then looked away. She was watching me. As my relief came, the other things I'd expected to feel rose up. Ginny was just doing what comes naturally. Virginia was finding it all deliciously humiliating. As the stream tapered off I found I was getting wet another way.

"Are you done? Sure you don't need to poop too, baby?"

No, I didn't, thankfully. That would happen, of course, but not right now.

Yip!

"Stand up, baby dog."

I did and she cleaned me up with a baby wipe and dried me with some tissues. Or tried to. She leaned down to take a closer look, then ran a finger through my folds. I growled and humped my pelvis slightly and was rewarded by pushing her finger up against my clitoris.

She removed her fingers and patted me on the head.

"You're such a good girl, aren't you?"

Bark!

"If you're all done, let's go in. Bed time."

We went back in the house, she hung up my leash, and gave me a slap on the ass.

"Upstairs, Ginny. I'll be along in a few minutes."

She leaned down to speak directly into my face, "You will sit in the hall by the door. Do you understand?"

Bark!

I got to my bedroom door and paused, wagging my tail and peeking through the partially open door. The reading light over my bed was on, so it wasn't entirely dark, but the room wasn't really lit either. I didn't see anything new through the gap and with the limited light. I assumed my puppy sit pose.

Katy came down the hall, pulling her shirt off as she walked. She stopped in front of me and completely undressed, throwing her clothes through the door into her room as she did. When she was nude she pushed the door to my room open and walked in.

She said, "One last chore and one last treat for you before we can go to sleep. Come, Ginny."

I entered my own bedroom, which didn't really feel like mine right then, and looked around. It was a strange place to me tonight. Despite the fact that this room was where I most often was Ginny over the years, it felt odd to have Katy go in before me and to call me to come to her.

There was something big in the shadows on the other side of the room. I suspected what it was, but there was not enough light to be sure. Other than that, from what little I could see, the room seemed normal.

Katy ran her finger through her slit. She moaned a bit then put her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. She pulled out my desk chair and sat in it with her ass right on the edge. She laid back and spread her legs.

"Come on, Ginny. You know just how to do this."

I did. I trotted up between her legs then leaned in to smell her better. Intentionally using her scent to arouse myself further. My nose was an inch over her pussy and I inhaled deeply. She smelled wonderful. The strong odor of a thoroughly aroused woman. 

Unlike me, Katy normally closes up all the way down there. But she held herself open for me, overwhelming me with her scent. She glistened wetly inside. She let go and mostly closed up. But she was turned on enough that she stayed open just enough that I could see her pinkness and moisture..

I licked her slit from the bottom upwards towards her clitoris, which I could not see yet. Over and over. Not specifically trying to get my tongue inside, but not avoiding it either. I just kept it up waiting for her to open. With each lick my tags jingled.

"Good girl. Explore me with your tongue. Slowly, I need a long licking tonight. I'm so turned on."

As she opened I licked inside. It took many minutes. She may have been "so turned on," but it wasn't being reflected in her swelling between her legs. She did, of course, but it was much slower than usual. 

When her clit appeared I gave that my attention too. It, also, took a long time to get to it's full size. I gave it most of my attention, but she stopped me.

"No, Ginny, not so hard there. I want this to last."

If I'd been Virginia, I'd have long since had my fingers inside her. And it wasn't like I didn't know how to do her with just my mouth. But the admonition to make it last gave me some problems. I started flicking her clit after licking from her ass to the top of her slit. I gave her ass a few flicks too.

I tried to make my tongue as long as I could and licked inside her as well. This seemed to be what she was after. Sensations from her ass all the way to her clit and inside her as well. I could feel her getting more wet, swelling up, her clit becoming prominent. And I found I was enjoying stretching it out for her.

I continued to lick her. Eventually she started gasping and twitching. She pulled my head firmly into her with both hands, then let go, like it wasn't what she really wanted to do. I saw her hands clamp down on her thighs, to each side of my face. She pulled herself wider open.

When she came, even that was slow. She didn't scream, just moaned and contracted and wet my face with her juices. Her thighs seems to want to clamp down on my head, but she pulled them apart with her hands. This went on for minutes.

She said, "Slow stop, Ginny. Bring me back down gently."

That took quite a few minutes too. I continued as I'd been, but with lighter and lighter strokes and less intense sucking. Fewer and lighter little bites to her labia. Eventually I stopped and went into "sit," my face and chest covered with her juices.

She sat looking at the ceiling while her breath return to normal. Then told me to lick her clean. I did, taking care not to arouse her again. Very difficult when I cleaned her clit and inside it's hood.

She got on her knees on the chair facing away from me. She bent over and presented her behind to me, exposing her ass hole and back cleavage.

"There's more, darling."

I licked her clean there too. When she got off the chair I saw the seat was wet, so I licked that clean too.

"Good girl."

When I was done I saw that her putting her panties on, then her shorts.

"Does puppy Ginny need to get some satisfaction?"

God, did I ever.

Bark!

I thought for a moment then added jumping around and rubbing her leg with my face.

Bark, bark, bark! Whimper, whine, bark, bark, bark!

I jammed my nose in her crotch, licked her hand, licked her legs. Anything I could think of. She giggled.

"You are so good at this! I love it!"

She sat on the chair, crossed her legs, and put them forward so I could climb on.

"Go ahead, Ginny. You earned it."

This was one of my two favorite parts of that story, when the mother humps the daughters leg. Katy knew that, and she'd let me do this before. It had become my most dear fantasy involved actually having sex as Ginny. There was another part, not sex, that was also a favorite. But this was what I think of when I hump the arm of the couch.

I felt that I was the kid who just found out she really could live at Disney world. She wanted my first orgasm as her pet to be very satisfying. To deeply fulfill my fantasies. To set a pattern in my subconscious and make me look forward to doing it again. I climbed up putting my hands, my paws, on her knee and my pussy on her shin.

I started slowly rubbing my myself up and down. I wanted to build up gradually, savor it, but I was just too horny. In moments I'd lost control and was rubbing up and down frantically, my tags jingling madly my tail bouncing around wildly. So much so that the tip of it hit me in the lower back over and over. She was sitting forward, her head and shoulders over me, petting me, playing with my breasts and nipples, when she could reach them. She was encouraging me in a sort of sing song voice telling me what a good puppy I was and how much fun we were going to have together.

I started to whine and whimper.

"See how good it feels to be my obedient puppy?"

I did feel good. I felt wonderful. It took me only a couple of minutes to come. I had a huge shuddering orgasm, screaming and howling, then slid slowly down her leg. She caught me with her foot between my legs, sending me into spasms from crushing my pussy against her with all my weight.

Unlike in the mother in the story, I did not pass out. But I was totally spent. She gently lowered me to carpet at her feet and stroked my hair while I recovered. She waited until my breathing slowed a bit.

She said, "Sit, Ginny."

She's testing me, I thought. To see if I'll obey in the afterglow of a big orgasm. I'd been laying there catching my breath and wondering about that myself. I did feel different, of course. You always do after you come.

The balance between humiliated and horny was way over on the humiliated side right now. But I was still horny. More importantly, the "you can't really be doing this" voice in my head was there, but not particularly hard to ignore. When it told me to getup and act like a woman, I basically told it to go get fucked.

I rolled over on my back and looked up at Katy, panting a little. Then noticed I was doing it and made it into puppy panting. She rubbed my belly.

"Ginny. Up girl. Sit."

Post orgasmic release had by no means blunted my desire to be Ginny. Or to be Katy's puppy. I wasn't anything like ready to stop. I still wanted to submit. I still wanted to be Ginny. I smiled, mostly to myself, rolled over again and pulled myself to my knees and took my "sit" pose.

I was still short of breath. I sat there panting. She smiled and petted me.

"Good girl, Ginny, such a good puppy."

I felt giddy with joy. I was having such a good time. And her approval was the very tasty icing on the cake.

She took hold of my collar and led me over into the deep shadow at the other side of the room. As I had suspected, it was a large dog crate, or cage. The kind with wire sides and top and a shallow pan for a floor. Inside there was a pad that covered the entire floor, a blanket, and a couple of dog toys. There was also a water bottle, like a very large hamster cage bottle, on one side.

She led me part way into it by my collar, then let go and pushed me further in by nudging my ass. I got inside and turned around to look up at her.

She said, "We can't have our new puppy peeing all over the place, can we? Once you're house broken you won't have to stay in here so much. We'll mostly use it for discipline. I have a nice doggie bed for you, we'll put that out tomorrow so you can use it during the day. And you'll be able to sleep on the bed with me sometimes too."

Her tone turned serious. "One last thing we have to be sure of before we both go to sleep. Virginia, open the door."

I looked up at her, doubtfully.

"Really, I'm not leaving you in here until I'm certain you can get out. Virginia, use your fingers and open the door."

I still hesitated.

"Darling, Virginia. Even if it means you have to come completely out of being Ginny, I really do need to know that you can get out of there on your own. If you can't, then we can't do the cage parts of the games."

I let Ginny recede, reached up and raised the catch, then pushed the door open an inch or so. As Virginia, which I'd had to let come through to use my hands, where I was and what I was doing became far more humiliating than when I was Ginny. The balance was screwed up. And yet, the results were not quite what I'd expected. I couldn't look at Katy, I stared at the floor. I became hugely aware of my breasts dangling under me, and my nipples, which had become very hard. I felt my clit slide out and my pussy becoming engorged. I became very wet down there. In that few seconds I felt that I was going to start dripping.

Then I let Ginny come back. The balance was mostly restored, but I remained thoroughly aroused. Katy stepped back to give me room.

"Come out of there. Show me."

I said to myself, "I'll show you."

I walked out, mostly as Ginny and with Ginny rising. Then sat at her feet.

"Good girl, Ginny. Back in and lay down. I'll see you in the morning."

I interrupted her by whining. She stopped and looked at me.

"Beg, Ginny."

I got into beg, she crouched down in front of me and touched my nipples. As I think she'd expected, they were almost painfully hard. I whined again. She slid her hand down between my breasts, over my belly, and between my legs. She couldn't see, she had to feel since this was all in shadows.

She brought her hand up into the light and all her fingers were wet. She put them in my mouth and I licked them all clean. She told me to sit and stay and left the room. She came back a few minutes later with the dildo.

"Open."

I did and she put it in my mouth, sideways, like a bone.

"I'm sure you can figure out what to do with that. You're a bright girl. After you're done, remember to lick it clean."

She waited then said, "Do you understand?"

I barked, as best I could with a big dildo in my mouth.

She giggled, then added, "If you have to go out, bark for me."

I returned to the cage and stood there with the dildo in my mouth. Katy latched the door and I watched as she climbed into my bed. She turned off the lights and, apparently, went to sleep.

I used my paws to pull one end of the padding off the tray that made up the floor of my cage. I put the dildo down, licked the sucker end of it, then got it in my mouth by the head. I put it on the floor and pressed it down with my mouth. I batted at it and it seemed to be well stuck.

I looked towards Katy again. She seemed to be sleeping, but I couldn't be sure. First, she didn't snore all the time. Second, even when she did you could only hear her if you were close to her. I looked at the dildo again. It almost blended into the shadows.

I turned around, on all fours, and backed up to it. I found it with my pussy. There wasn't any issue of lubrication. As it slid into me I was already open. Still, it's quite large. I felt again my insides being forced open to accept it. I moaned long and low as it slid into me inch by inch. When the clit stimulator hit me I yelped. Not loudly, but not exactly quietly. I looked over to see Katy roll over.

I accepted that this was probably going to wake her up. I settled in on my knees with my front paws below me and started stroking on it. It was defiantly the biggest thing I'd ever had in me. The bump on my clit on each down stroke got a whimper out of me every time.

A low moan escaped me on each up stroke as it seemed to try to pull my insides out. The down strokes were silent, as I bit my lip and savored the feel of my insides expanding each time.

Even in my almost painfully aroused state, I could tell this wasn't going to take long. On one of the down strokes I discovered that the bunched up padding was withing reach of my nipples if I lowered my chest just a bit. I did and added rubbing them against the pad to each up and down stroke.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 19



My climax hit me as a surprise. I came sharp and fast and with fireworks in my eyes. I know I made some kind of noise, but I wasn't aware enough to be sure what. I followed it up by howling like a dog, then barked several times, and collapsed on my chest whimpering. The dildo deep inside me, the stimulator hard up against my clit.

I woke up some unknown time later, still on my knees, still filled with the dildo, my chest and head still on the pads. I very carefully pulled myself up enough to get the stimulator off my clit, then rested for a few seconds. I then just as carefully got up on all fours, feeling the dildo suck at my insides as it reluctantly slid out of me.

I turned and cleaned it, as I'd been told, then got down on the floor and forced the sucker off the floor with my tongue. I picked it up, like a bone, then deposited it with my other toys at the far end of the cage. I pushed the padding back where it belonged with my paws, got my blanket and curled up on the pads and quickly fell asleep.

When I woke there was some light from the windows. I needed to go out. The cage wasn't big enough to let me stretch out, but I could turn around easily, didn't have to curl up tightly to be comfortable, and could sit up, puppy style, without any trouble.

So I sat and looked over towards the bed. I could see the back of Katy's head and her shoulders showing above the sheet she was covered with. I barked. Nothing happened. I barked several more times, more loudly. She finally rolled over and looked my way. 

"Good morning, Ginny. Do you have to go out girl?"

Bark!

She climbed out of bed, nude, walked over to the cage and let me out. I raced past her, down the stairs, and into the kitchen to scratch at the door. What felt like minutes later, Katy came into the kitchen with a robe on, obviously wearing nothing else since she hadn't tied the sash. She took the leash, hooked me up, and took me out. Again, pulling me up short as I tried to run into the yard. 

I did drag her along this morning, until she swatted me on the behind with the other end of the leash. I calmed down, mostly, and pulled more gently as I led her to my spot by the tree. She pushed the release button and pulled out my tail.

"Go ahead, baby."

She went to the gardeners faucet, near the fish pond, and washed off the plug. I tried to go, and I really needed to, but it wasn't happening. She came back but I was still straining to start. She waited a minute or so while I continued to try, saying things like "Good puppy" and "Take your time baby.

And finally "Here, let me help."

My mind screeched to a halt. How as she going to help?

She ran two fingers down my spine until they were just above my ass hole, and tickled me there. It worked, I let go. It was so humiliating. I'd not only dumped in front of her but that she'd had to help me do it. She'd brought some tissues and the hand lotion from the kitchen counter. She wiped me off, put some lotion on the plug and put it back in.

"What a good puppy you are, Ginny. Seems you'll be all house broken pretty quickly."

She had one of those "clean up after your pet" kits attached to the leash, and used one to "be a good pet owner" with my mess. The Ginny part of me didn't care, hardly noticed. The Virginia part of me wanted to hide behind the tree. And, again, I was getting horny just standing there.

She said, "After you're house broken, we're going to have Virginia clean up after you instead of me doing it."

We'd agreed to that during our long talks, but had never settled exactly how that was going to work. It was one of the myriad details we'd left up to her to work out. But that was in the future. For now, I was relieved and both I and the yard had been cleaned up. We headed back into the house.

Katy decided it was late enough for us to stay up, have breakfast, and start our day. We'd nap a bit in the afternoon. Katy cooked, of course, and I followed her around, like a puppy, of course. Scrambled eggs, sausage, hash browns. All cut up into bite size pieces for me and put in my food bowl. She refilled my water bowl too.

I picked a position so she could see my pussy while I ate. I looked back occasionally. Sometimes she was watching me, sometimes not. After she finished her breakfast, she refilled her coffee then sat back and watched me. I finished and moved over to sit by her. We heard a thump as the morning paper hit the front door.

Katy said, "The paper, Ginny. Go fetch."

I sat there for a second until what she'd told me to do sank in. Fetch? The front porch? I looked at her with big round eyes. She look back at me, took a sip of her coffee.

Ignoring my obvious distress, she said, "Oh, right, you can't open the door, can you?"

I hadn't even thought of that!

She got up and walked through to the living room, closing and tying her robe as she did.

"I'll help, come along girl."

She got all the way to the front door, and opened it, before I shook myself and followed her. I went along the wall to keep from showing myself through the front door. It was awfully early, sun barely up, and a Saturday. Probably nobody out there. Probably.

Katy stepped out on the porch then walked out to the top step and looked around. She actually stepped over the paper to get there. She turned around to face me.

"Come on Ginny, dogs fetch the paper for their owners. Or do we need a little lesson in obedience?"

She took another look up and down the street, then across the street at the house there, before coming back to stand in the doorway. She gave me a slap on my butt, which got me moving.

I dashed out onto the porch where I discovered that it's harder to pick up a news paper with your mouth than you'd think it would be. I had to try three times before I finally got a good grip on it and jumped back into the house. I was aroused by the risk, the dare, of having fetched the paper. I went into my beg pose presenting her with the paper.

"Good girl, but no. You bring it to me at the table. I'm going to finish my coffee and read it there."

She went back to her seat, and I did exactly as she'd said. I sat beside her watching her. Her robe had come open so I was mostly looking at her breasts and stomach. After a few minutes, I moved up to put my fore arms on her leg and rest my head on them.

I fell asleep, but every few minutes she moved or I did I slipped off and had to catch myself. My arousal built each time this happened. After a few times I couldn't fall asleep again. I started to fidget.

"You don't have to stay here, darling. Go play if you want to."

I stood up, on hands and knees, turned to go in the living room, and hesitated. I'd noticed as we came through the living room this morning that the toys and dildo were where we'd left them last night.

I'd wondered about the dildo. Last night I'd thought she'd brought it to me to use in my cage. But now I noticed that this one was exactly the same size and style, but a different color.

Did she mean play, with my toys, or play with my dildo?

I had my ass towards her, looking at the door to the living room. I jumped when she put her hand on my butt then ran it down past my tail and slid a finger in my pussy. She took it out and looked at it.

"Go ahead, baby. It looks like you need it."

Well, that was clear enough. I took a couple of steps and looked up at her again. She was licking my juices off her finger. That sight did it, I was instantly so horny that I ran into the living room.

It was much like last night in my cage, but the difference in position, back and forth rather than up and down, changed how it felt. The fact that I was facing that mirror and could watch myself made a difference too. But it was still pretty quick.

I was whimpering and growling and jingling, watching my breasts bounce in the mirror, when I looked to the side and saw Katy's feet. I looked up to see her leaning against the door jam, robe open, coffee in one hand, gently rubbing herself with the other, watching me. I looked back at myself in the mirror, mashed myself back as hard as I could on the dildo and the clit nub and came howling several times.

I stood there with it inside me while I wound down enough to move. I walked forward, feeling myself contract as it's girth was removed. I licked it clean then went back in the kitchen. Katy was sitting at the table again.

"Feeling better baby?"

Bark.

I returned to her side, arms and head on her thigh again. After a while she folded the paper and put it aside then just sat there petting me. I felt totally at peace with the world.

The rest of the day was not a continuous series of orgasms. In fact, there was no sex at all between Katy and I the rest of the day. I did use the dildo on the coffee table again, but Katy was in the kitchen working with her laptop.

Around noon she brought in a large wicker dog bed from the garage and rearranged the furniture in the living room a bit to fit it into one of the corners. The bed had a comfortable pad on it already and Katy added a blanket, with a dog paw print pattern on it. I napped in there during the afternoon while she did the same on the couch.

I was taken out to pee a couple of times. We spent an hour or so playing fetch in the back yard. As evening came upon us, she walked me in the woods out past the hedges. I did my business in the forrest for the first time. I didn't need her help to go. She's brought supplies to clean me and my tail, then put it back in.

Later, she told me she was going out with Betty and I'd have to stay in my cage to make sure I didn't make any messes. That didn't seem to be important, until the door bell rang while I was playing on the living room floor. I jumped up and looked at Katy. She got up from the couch and walked towards the door.

She said, "Unless you want Betty to meet you right now, go upstairs and get into your cage. I'll come latch the door before I leave."

I hesitated for a few seconds, wondering how she was going to explain the dog bed and the toys scattered around the room, then looked up at her. She had her hand on the door knob.

"Either sit like a good girl, or scoot!"

I scooted. Ran up the stairs, into my room, and into my cage. A minute later I heard voices as they came up the stairs and into the hall leading to our rooms. I grabbed the blanket, with my teeth, and got under it, peeking out into my room, listening to them coming closer.

Betty was making suggestions about what Katy should wear to the club they were going to. They went into Katy's room and I couldn't hear their voices, but not what they were saying. Several minutes later they came out.

Katy said, "Just a second, I have to check on the puppy."

She opened the door enough to step in, left it open, and walked over to my cage. She leaned over and told me to be a good girl, loudly enough that Betty must have heard, and latched the door.

As she stepped back into the hall, Betty asked, "So, this puppy is afraid of people? Will I ever get to meet her?"

Katy held the door open long enough for me to hear her reply, "I'm sure you'll meet her pretty soon. She's just awfully skittish about strangers right now. I'll introduce you two when the time is right."

She shut the door and they left the house.

And I had to use the dildo in my cage again.

Katy got in a bit before midnight, came into my room and called to me. I jumped up and barked back to her.

"Do you need to go out, Ginny?"

Bark!

She was pulling off her dress as I watched. She had nothing on under it and I wondered if she'd gone out that way, or lost her underwear later. And she looked unsteady. Perhaps a bit drunk?

She took me out of my cage and we went downstairs. As we came through the living room, I saw her tiny purse on the floor, her bra and panties were stuffed partially into it and her shoes, some low heels, were on the floor near it.

I stopped to sniff her panties. She swatted me on the behind and told me to get going. She had to get to bed. We were going out tomorrow. The first I'd heard of that, but then, you don't tell your dog where you're taking her, do you? My next thought was to wonder if she meant Ginny or Virginia and, if Ginny, would be other people wherever she was taking me?

We had an odd agreement about other people seeing me. I wanted to put it off for a while, but I'd left the actual decision about who and when up to her judgment. For example, it would have been perfectly within that agreement for her to have shown me to Betty earlier tonight.

She put my leash on and we went out. Fortunately I only had to pee, and was not desperate. Despite her desire to hurry up, I took my time sniffing flowers and patches of grass until I found the perfect spot.

I have no idea how canine dogs find their perfect spot. What their criteria is for choosing them. But I could act it out. My criteria was to make Katy walk me all over the yard. Katy was getting impatient when I found a spot, actually quite near the house. I could have peed there ten seconds after we came out. Instead I took her all over the yard for about ten minutes.

I relived myself then turned with my ass in the air for her to wipe me clean. She did then pinched my clit, hard. I yelped and turned to face her, surprise on my face.

"You did that just to annoy me, didn't you?"

Bark!

"I love you, you annoying bitch. In the house with you."

I paused in the kitchen to get a drink, though I could just as easily used the water bottle in my cage. She let me off the leash then headed upstairs. I went into the living room and flopped on the floor, chewing on one of my squeaky toys.

I heard, from the top of the stairs, "Ginny! Bad girl! Get up here."

I ran up the stairs to find her standing there with her hands on her hips. In the hallway light I could see that she was actually quite a mess. Lipstick on her nipples, belly and pussy. In two different shades. Her hair tangled, and her own lipstick smeared across her face.

I wasn't actually horny right then, but there were puppy standards to be upheld. I jumped forward and jammed my nose into her crotch and licked her hard. And discovered that she was sticky from drying girl juice. She gasped, stepped back, then giggled.

"No, Ginny. Bed time now. Let's go."

She took me by the collar and led me into the bedroom and put me in my cage. She latched it, walked across the room, and fell into bed. I watched her for a few minutes and saw her grab the sheets and pull them over herself.

"Good night Virginia... Ginny... sorry."

Bark!

I curled up, pulling my blanket over myself, and was soon lost in dreams of chasing that cat that kept trying to catch the squirrels in the trees in my back yard.



Ginny and Katy Pt. 20



Preface to Part Twenty

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I know it's been far too long. I beg family issues, work, focusing on issues away from writing, and especially having real world fun. I'm not apologizing, but I am sorry.

But thanks to the nagging (all nicely) of some of you, I finally just sat down with some Mountain Dew (programmers fluid, but works for writers too) and got this done. It's been written for a month, but needed and editing pass. Katy was away, so Betty sat beside me and helped me keep at it.

If you're having problems with the ages of Katy and Betty as relates to their jobs, please read the comments that go with Part 9. That should fix you right up.

This is an odd chapter for me. This scene with the lactating woman is based very closely on a real experience. In fact, it's almost verbatim what really happened. I wrote up the real experience for a friend and she thought it was hot. I enjoyed it, the experience and writing it up for her, but didn't see it as story material. So I took it as a challenge and "storyfied" it and here it is. Please take it as a bit experimental. I would appreciate comments about it.

Thanks everyone for reading, voting, commenting and giving me feedback.

You guys are the best. You keep me going. Especially when one of you writes, "Get the fucking chapter published, you lazy bitch." How could I not respond to such an eloquent appeal? :)

(Yes, he knows me well enough to say it that way).

VMA, 2015-NOV-11

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Sunday, April 22, 2012, Mother and puppy

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I'm bounding through the woods, chasing the cat. Getting closer and closer. Just about to pounce when...

The alarm on Katy's cell phone starts ringing and jolts me awake.

Damn. I open my eyes and look through the bars of my cage toward her bed. Well, it's my bed when I'm Virginia, but it's my owner Katy's bed right now.

I watched her roll out of bed and stand up, stretching, bending. She's nude and she's beautiful. She turned towards me.

"Good morning, Ginny. Do you need to go out?"

I jump to all fours and bark with excitement.

As soon as she let's me out of the cage jam my nose in her crotch, lick her once, hard, then run out of the room. I'm waiting impatiently in the kitchen at the back door when she arrives, securing the sash of her robe. I'm jumping from side to side and watch as she takes my leash... MY LEASH... off the coat rack, clips it to my collar, and leads me outside.

I need to go, but not desperately, so I nose around the yard working towards "my" tree. When I finally get there, I turn my backside towards her and raise my tail up high. I need it removed. She pops it out and cleans it with the wet wipes she has in her pocket. I squat down, pee and poop, then present her my raised ass again. She cleans me up with another wet wipe, lubricates the plug on my tail, pops it back in, and clicks the lock.

It sounds simple and straight forward. It is, mechanically speaking. And I imagine that if we do this long enough it won't have quite the same effect on me. But for right now, I'm blushing from the top of my breasts all the way into my scalp. If she's had me do this as Virginia, I'd be looking for a place to hide. As Ginny, though, it's just natural functions. Almost.

"Good girl, baby."

She uses one of the little bags from the kit attached to my leash to clean up the used wipes and my waste. I'm blushing even harder. She tells me, again, that after I'm house broken I'll be doing this job myself.

We return to the and go up to my bathroom. Hers right now.

"Ginny, you know that you're going to have to be Virginia for an hour or two each day. To stay healthy and to do some things to take care of yourself. And also so I can play with Pet. So, time to become Pet so we can shower. Don't forget your pendant."

I go back into my bedroom, take out my tail and remove my collar. I stand, shaking off Ginny, and get my "Virginia" pendant from my jewelry box. I put it on and look at myself in the mirror for a moment.

Katy calls, "You know you're beautiful. Stop looking at your tits and get in here."

I wasn't looking at my tits. I was admiring the gold pendant against my pale skin. Hanging above my large, ripe breasts. 

Alright, maybe I was looking at my tits a little.

I join Katy in the shower. We wash each other, play with each other a little, but she vetoes my bringing her off. She says we have to get going and she wants me hot when we get there. I'm again nervous about this. Which "me" is she taking? Virginia? Pet? Ginny?

When we're done, dried, hair fixed, but still nude, she tells me to put on one of my one piece dresses, casual, and some flats. And polish my pendant, which I wore showering. Nothing else. Tail, collar and leash go in my purse. She dresses in her usual "uniform." We go down to the kitchen, through to the garage, and get into her car.

As we drive Katy explains, in a limited way, what we're doing.

"I know we agreed that we'd put off introducing Ginny to other people, and especially Betty, for a while. But we also agreed that I could decide who and when. After we started talking, months ago, about you being Ginny much of the time I started looking for places and people and pets you might be able to play with. I found a few. And a few regular gatherings. One a week, once a month, special events, and so on. We're going to one of the monthly ones today."

I held back the impulse to whimper. Or scream. She was going to show me off as Ginny the day after she took ownership?

"We wouldn't be coming here today, but there's a rare opportunity I think you're going to love. It's one of the things we talked about. One of your fantasies. But if we don't do it today, we might not have another chance for years. The woman and her husband are moving next week. It will be their last time with this group.

"This particular fantasy of yours requires a woman in a special state. A specific condition. She is, right now, and she shares your fantasy but from the other side."

I was still feeling afraid. But she'd also distracted me. I had a dozen or more fantasies that involved other women. I couldn't really zero in on one that required the other woman to be in some specific condition. When I found out, I felt stupid for not guessing.

Well, I'd know soon enough. But I also knew, enough, about why she felt we had to do this after such a short time. I'd just have to trust her judgment.

I said, "I'm ready for whatever you want me to do, Katy."

"Mistress."

"Yes, Mistress."

"Good girl. We're there."

We've driven a couple of towns over to a building which looks like a multiple story warehouse. After we got inside, it was obvious that's exactly what it had once been. But now it's offices, and light manufacturing, and even some apartments at the far end.

We drive up to the roll up door to a loading dock. Katy beeps, someone steps out of the regular door to the left and Katy hands him what looks like a business card. He examines it, gives a thumbs up to another guy standing in the doorway, and returns the card. The big door goes up and we drive in and park. 

There are a dozen or so cars and SUVs and pickups already here. Katy takes my hand and leads me to an elevator. We step out into a small reception area. Katy shows her card again and the receptionists buzzes open the door to a dance and acrobatics studio.

We're in a small anti-room. Chairs line the wall. A set of double doors to the left are open. It's apparently the acrobatics part of the operation since the entire floor is padded. I can see inside a number of people on all fours and in various costumes from nearly nude to full body suits and masks. Mostly dogs, but a couple that might be puppies, a couple of cats or kittens and so on. They're romping and playing and, in a couple of cases, having sex. What appear to be those pet players owners are gathered at this end of the room watching. A few are out on the floor playing with their pets. In one case a big guy in a dog mask is sucking off what I assume to be his master.

But I only get a glimpse as Katy tugs me along into a changing and shower room. She shows me a locker and tells me to become Ginny, sit, and wait for her.

I see a woman several lockers down undressing. On the bench behind her I see a tail, ears, and a collar. I'm wearing so little I'm undressed in a moment. She, on the other hand, has underwear and stocking and so on. She started before me, but she finishes after me. I glance back. She's is in profile to me, putting her tail in her ass. I watch as she adds her collar and ears.

I put in my tail, put on my collar, put my leash on the bench, fluff my hair, and drop to all fours. I stay there a moment making the mental jump from Virginia, or Pet, to Ginny. Then assume my sit position and wait. I glancing at the other woman and see she's evidently a cat. She's sitting on the bench in that upright regal pose cats use. She's grooming herself and watching me.

I lock eyes with her then think it over. I'm a puppy. I don't always obey. I bark at her. A friendly, not aggressive, bark. She walks towards me on the bench. On toes and fingers the same way I walk. But she's added this sensuous cat like roll to her shoulders and hips. She carefully steps over things on the bench. Apparently not looking but still never bumping into anything. As she reaches me I turn to face her, up on all fours and bark again.

She lowers her face towards me and does the nose bump thing cats do. It's in my mind that she's a cat, not a kitten. I bark again and jump around, still on the floor. She takes that sitting upright pose again and watches me.

I'm yapping and taking short running steps to each side. Occasionally jumping my front paws up on the bench to each side of her. She just sits watching me.

She's got a nice pair of breasts, about the size of Betty's, I guess. And a shaved pussy. I've got my paws on the bench, stretching to admire her ears when I hear Katy and a man talking as they come around the corner and walk down the aisle towards us.

The man says, "Shelia, off the bench." The cat walks towards him then leaps into his arms. He waits for Katy to leash me then we all head back the way they came.

I'm feeling a bit miffed. The man barely looked at me. I'm sitting there all curvy and naked and with my considerable breasts thrust out and he barely looks at me.

We're soon back in the room with the chairs then on into the big room. I test the padding on the floor. Firm enough to move about without any trouble. Katy brings me right up beside a man who is also holding a leash and tells me to sit. At the other end of his leash is a woman, a bit overweight, with huge breasts. There's something odd about her nipples.

As I look at her I realize that she's not so much overweight but is apparently recovering from recently giving birth. It looks like she'll have a nice set of curves once she does. She's looking at me like I'm lunch. I barely catch a movement at one of her nipples then stare at them.

In a moment a drop of milk appears on one and splashes to the floor. My breath hitches and I stare quite openly waiting for another drop. I don't have to wait long and one falls from her other nipple. She leans down and licks the drops off the floor.

And I know what fantasy Katy brought me here for. I wanted to nurse at a mother dogs breasts. A pet play dog, that is, not a canine one. It turns out that I'm almost right. Katy and the couple have something else in mind too. Something she want's to do that I'd have never thought of.

Katy pauses chatting with the man and says, "Sit, Ginny."

I hadn't realized I'd stood up. I turn my attention to the man briefly then sit facing Katy. He's rather plain looking. Stereotypical slightly overweight accountant type.

Katy starts talking to me, "Ginny, this is Paul and his wife Brenda. They had a baby a few months ago. She's breast feeding and is very heavy with milk. I know that one of your fantasies was to be breast fed by a mother dog. We're going to go a bit further than that because Brenda has a fantasy is to care for a puppy. Paul and I worked out this play time for the both of you."

Paul speaks, "Today is the last chance we'll have to play until they find some where like this in our new city. And probably the only chance you'll have to nurse on a mother dog. We didn't want either of you to miss this opportunity."

He continues, "We're going to have a little role playing game."

I looked at her again. Her "sit" pose was similar to mine in that she did not keep her front paws on the floor. But whereas I put mine on my upper thighs, she had hers by her sides. She looked at me and gave a little bark, which I returned.

So, picture the two of us sitting side by side in similar poses. My large breasts well in front of my body. Her even bigger ones in front of hers. And hers are dripping. We're sitting side by side glancing at each other, but mostly looking up at our owners waiting instructions.

Paul went on, "We are going to pretend that Brenda is in a shelter and has just lost her litter of puppies. Very sad, of course, but she's got all this maternal drive an nobody to use it on. And Ginny had just lost her mother and has just been turned in to the shelter. Also very sad. The shelter decides to see if Brenda might not feed and care for Ginny."

At that, they took our leashes off and stepped back. We remained sitting beside each other, just looking. Brenda made the first move by leaning over and starting to lick me. On my neck and up to my ear, which she licked all over and behind.. Then back down my neck and around the back to the other side.

I stood up and she bit me on the shoulder and growled. I sat back down. She continued around my neck, the other ear, and then onto my face. She took her time with each eye, both licking them and kissing them. My forehead, which tickled, my nose and then to my lips. While licking those she gave me a kiss. The kind of kiss that holds promise.

She nudged my chin up with her nose then licked all under there and down my neck to my breast bone. She'd now done my entire head and neck. But she was really just starting. Shoulders were next then my chest, but only down to where my breasts started to swell out. She licked my right arm from shoulder to wrist, then nudged me with her nose until I raised my arm.

She worked up the inside, from my wrist to my arm pit and damn if she didn't lick every bit of my arm pit too. She was making whimpering noises the whole time. She pushed my arm back down the worked around my back, extending the licking from my neck and shoulders down to about my waist, then repeated the arm licking on the other side. I sit up pretty straight when in "sit" or "beg" so she had little trouble completing the licking of my sides, down to my waist, making me move my arms again.

She positioned herself in front of me, licked between my breasts then around and around them over and over spiraling in towards my nipples. She had to use her cheeks to lift up my breasts to lick under them into where they joined with my torso. Eventually she'd done everything except my nipples, which she started in on.

Her attention to mine caused me to look at hers again. They were still dripping. There were drops of milk all around us and some on me. The ones on me she quickly licked up. I wanted to suckle. I again tried to get up and she again bit me and growled. I sat again waiting.

By now she'd licked everything above my waist, except my hands. She put her head against my chest and pushed me over on my back. Took my hand in her teeth and raised it. When she released it I let it drop back to the mat. She growled at me and did it again. On the third time I figured she meant for me to hold it up. I did and she licked all of my hand and fingers, including between them. With a little sucking thrown. Then moved to the other hand and did the same.

She walked down the length of me and started with one of my feet, licking the soles, which were very ticklish. But each time I tried to pull them away she bit me and growled. She finished with the soles and did the sides and top of my foot, each toe and between them. She worked her way up my shin, knee, and thigh licking all over and almost down to where my leg rested on the floor.

Eventually matching up on my side and front to where she had licked me down to my waist. She licked me thoroughly below the waist but avoided actually touching my pussy. She nudged my leg into a wide split and licked where the leg joined the body but, again, avoided my pussy. Then nudged the other leg open and repeated the exercise in reverse, ending with the sole of my other foot.

She rolled me over then walked up between my legs, bit my ass and tried to pick me up. I tried to crawl away, to get away from her. I could not figure out what was wrong. We both looked up at our owners, who were whispering at each other.

Katy said, "Ass up, Ginny."

Ah, she wanted me to put my ass in the air. Fine, I got into position and she started up one of my legs again, doing the back. When she got to my behind she did everything right up to my waist then started down the other side again, still not licking my pussy or my ass.

As she was finished my other ankle Paul asked, "Ginny, do you know how a mother dog keeps the kennel clean?"

I certainly did know. I was not going to do that. I was getting ready to jump out of Ginny and use my safe word.

But he continued, "Well, Brenda is going to simulate that, but we don't want you to really do it. Do you understand?"

I sighed with relief and barked.

Katy said "That's yes. Or in this case 'I understand'."

He said, "Great. Go ahead Brenda."

She walked up between my legs and finished the last few bits. Licking as much of my ass hole as she could reach around my tail, then licked my tail from my ass all the way to the tip. Finally, she licked my pussy, between all my folds, over my clit, and into my hole.

I'd now had had my entire body licked for the first, and only, time in my life. She got her teeth into my shoulder and pulled up. I knew what was what this time, so I got up on all fours. She grabbed the back of my neck, the way a mother dog or cat does to pick up their children, and started "carrying" me across the room, except it was really me moving to keep up with her.

I noticed a couple of blankets had been bunched up to make a dog bed. She "dropped" me a few feet away, proceed to the bed and laid down, one arm under her head, the other along her side. Her breasts fully exposed and laying one on top of the other.

I looked to Katy, but it was Paul who said, "Feeding time, Ginny."

I turned back and considered this for a moment. I'd seen puppies nursing a few times. I walked toward her then flopped down on the floor and crawled the last bit on my belly, in that "down" pose I use. I moved up to her, took her nipple in my mouth and gave my first suck. It was sweet. Far sweeter than I'd expected. She used the paw she wasn't laying on to pet me and pull me in. And licked the top of my head. I was there for what seemed a long time, she had a lot of milk.

When I drained that teat, she moved me to the other one. I drained that too then snuggled up against her and pretended to go to sleep with little puppy dog barks from time to time while she curled her legs and paws around me.

I hadn't noticed but apparently some of the others in the room, who'd I'd completely forgotten about, had paused in their play to watch us. I was surprised by a round of applause from the owners and barks and yaps from the other dogs and puppies.

I stayed there for ten or fifteen minutes letting Brenda enjoy her adopted puppy. Then she got up, so I did too. She ran around me barking. We chased the cats, including the one I'd seen change, and played with the dogs, but with her always right there making sure nobody hurt her puppy.




Ginny and Katy Pt. 20



We didn't have sex, but it was a great morning anyway. I hadn't noticed that Katy had gone and come back. When I did I saw that she had my dress, flats and purse. I ran up to her, sat and barked.

She said, "Five minutes more, then we have to do."

So I returned to playing. I was really getting a bit tired at that point and was happy to go when she called me to her. I sat in front of her, waiting for her to tell me to switch to Virginia. She didn't. Instead she attached my leash and we went back into the room with the chairs, then out, past the receptionist and into the hall.

Well, not quite. When she didn't lead me into the changing room, I held back. And felt the tug on my leash. I looked up at her with some bit of terror in my eyes. She tugged again.

She asked, "Safe word?"

I considered for a moment, yipped, and followed her out into the reception area.

The woman at the desk said "Have a nice day, Mistress. You too, Ginny."

Katy said, "Thank you," so I gave her a bark. The next challenge for me was to keep firm control of myself and not hesitate while she led me out into the hall and towards the elevators. I felt myself turning red, the fear of someone catching us boiling up in my chest and stomach. And I realized I needed to pee. As we approached a ladies room in the hall, I tugged back and whined, looking up at the door.

Katy had stopped, but said, "Silly, puppies don't use bathrooms. Come along."

Well, that was that. We continued down to the elevator where she rang for one. When it opened a tall smartly dressed woman leading a puppy boy on a leash, stepped out. Katy and she greeted each other as old friends. The male started sniffing my pussy. Katy reminded me that I had to do the same. I circled around and sniffed at his ass too. I could see his balls hanging down and that he was carrying a large and fully erect cock.

I looked up to Katy and whined. She said to the woman, "Would you mind? My puppy has never had the chance to lick a male's cock."

I had actually more had in mind him putting it inside me, I was horny and had been for hours. But when his owner approved, I recalled seeing bitches lick males in an awkward looking pose and bent under him to do it. He was dripping precum on the floor. I licked him then took him in my mouth.

Then I heard her warn Katy that Bruno was on a short fuse. Hadn't come in over a week. I quickly pulled off and looked to Katy for instructions.

Katy asked if his coming in her bitch (me!) would be a problem?

She said he hadn't earned the right to a pussy, but if Katy wanted him to come in her bitches (me again!) mouth that would be alright. But she'd have to catch it all. It wouldn't do to leave cum puddles in the hallway. Katy looked at me.

This wasn't really what I wanted, but on the other hand I hadn't had a chance to eat any come in a long time. Months at least. But I knew I'd need a better angle to keep from spilling any. I nodded "yes" to Katy.

She told me to go ahead. I lowered to my belly down position, raised up enough on my fore legs to get a good angle, and sucked him down my throat. I'd decided if I wasn't got to get a fucking, he was going to get the fasted damn orgasm of his life.

I heard the Mistress say, "That was very graceful. How long did it take you to teach her that?"

Katy replied, "Oh, I didn't teach her that. She's been a puppy since long before I found her. Learned a lot of tricks, like that one, on her own. She's a real bitch from way back."

A little part of me felt hurt by her comment about being a bitch. But another, bigger, part of me was proud that she'd given me credit for learning how to be a puppy on my own.

Their exchange had hardly completed when Bruno thrust once hard into my face and came down my throat. I'd already been swallowing, to abuse the head of his cock, so I didn't choke or anything. But I wanted to experience the taste and feel the texture of his spew, and coming down my throat didn't do that. So I pulled back until I had just the head of his cock on my mouth and got what I wanted.

He came for a good twenty seconds. I gulped down the first couple of large squirts, for fear that he's overfill my mouth and I'd get some on the floor. But then just held him on my tongue for the rest. My mouth was nicely full. I sucked on him as I let him pull out, leaving his dick almost clean.

I backed out from under him, savoring the mixture in my mouth. Swirling it around with my tonge and enjoying the flavor and consistency.

"Good girl, Ginny," Katy said. I looked up at her and smiled. She looked closely at me.

"You didn't swallow it all did you?"

I shook my head "no." I couldn't really yip at her then.

"You're playing with it, aren't you?"

I nodded my head up and down.

The Mistress asked if the bitch really liked come? Katy answered that I did and told me to show the nice lady. I went into sit, tilted my head far back, until I faced the ceiling, the opened my mouth. The mistress looked into my mouth then into my eyes. She dipped her finger into my mouth then tasted his come from it.

She said, "A bit salty," looked into my eyes again, "You're a very good girl." and they walked away. Katy led me into the elevator and told me I could play with my come for a bit longer, but she wanted me to swallow before we got in the car. 

We rode down, me in my "sit" pose still playing with my mouth full of come. I'd swallowed about half of it by now, so I could play with the rest better. As we rode down she slid her hand down my leash until she held I it right behind my neck. Like you do with a dog you're afraid will jump on someone or try to get away. That made me a bit nervous about what she was expecting to encounter when the elevator opened.

I'd anticipated incorrectly. When the doors opened we faced just the same long hall that we had when we came in. Still, as we walked, she kept me on a short leash. What was she worried about? Whatever it was, she was making me nervous too. But the trip down the hall was without incident. It was when we stepped out into the loading dock area that I knew what she'd worried about. 

The big garage door was up and, standing there on the top platform, we were looking out into the sunny parking lot behind the building. It was not lit in the loading area, and it took me a few seconds to realize that it would be very difficult for anyone in the parking lot to see us in here. But I those first few seconds I'd shied back, trying to get back into the hallway to hide.

She said, "Calmly, Ginny. Let's just walk down to my car."

I looked up to her and barked.

She asked, "You finished your snack then?"

Bark.

"Shall we go?"

Bark, but a frighted one.

We went down the stairs to the lower dock. Then down the stairs onto the floor and walked towards her car. I'd wondered at first why they were keeping the door up, but it was soon obvious. In the time it took us to walk down the stairs, six cars arrived and one left. There was just too much traffic to make it practical. Both of the guards were busy checking cards. Most people brought their pets in already in costume and already on all fours. A few, I saw, where dressed very simply and often carrying a bag which I assumed contained their kit.

And some were obviously there on their own. One woman walked past in a T-shirt dress and holding a pair of ears, a collar, and a tail in her hands.

We reached Katy's car and she had me jump in the back seat, as you often will with a dog, and tucked a blanket around me. I lay there absorbing the thrill, both of the day and of being walked almost out in the open to her car. As we drove back, I sat up and nuzzled the back of her neck. She reached up and petted me then told me to lie down.

As we drove home, Katy explained that once the guards determined there were no more people who were not in the pet play club in the building, going directly to and from cars was permitted. Of course, she'd found out from the receptionist, a hand signal of some sort, that this was the case before she took me out into the public hallway.

I'd been wondering about my drinking all Brenda's milk. What about their baby? I found out later that having us get together they and Katy had planned far enough in advance that Brenda had laid away several days worth of milk. Also, she hadn't nursed or expressed any since yesterday so she'd be full and dripping for today. She was very, very full when she met me.

So I lay on the back seat as we headed home. But I had this wicked urge to jump in the front seat and stick my head out the window.

I felt that Ginny owned the world at that moment.