8 comments/ 22153 views/ 13 favorites Katrina to Kat By: ShyKatrina98 Walking into the room in the hotel, Katrina, felt excited but also scared. She had been planning this weekend for some time. Her husband, thought she was away with friends for a Spa weekend. But that couldn't have been further from the truth. She placed the bag she had packed so carefully, on the bed and sat down. Sighing, wondering if she were doing the right thing! Katrina, was 31 and had been married for nearly ten years. Her husband, would never have thought, his shy, quiet wife capable of this, in fact Katrina didn't really believe she was here at all. Two years of thinking and fantasy, had led to this moment. It started as things sometimes do, with a discussion with her husband about fantasies. He told her his all-time fantasy was to see her with another woman. She had laughed at the time, like that was going to happen. Over time, though, she thought more about it, and she realised that far from being a turn off, it was a turn on. The more, it was brought up during their sex play, the more she felt turned on. Katrina, wasn't a prude, by no stretch of the imagination. But despite how much her husband would love, it she just felt it would be wrong with him there. Over the two years, her own fantasy had taken over and she began to imagine, her own version. Even when making love to her husband, her own fantasy would intrude. She found herself noticing women more, not just how they were dressed, but their legs or bums. Sometimes, she almost felt a smile was more of a smile, maybe even an invitation. She had never acted on it, but that didn't mean she didn't want to! So here she was, she had researched, and formulated exactly what she wanted, found the right place, far enough away from home, that she would feel safe. Gone behind her husband's back, built up enough cash, in her secret draw and finally the day had come. Travelling down by train, she had spent the entire journey, worried that she would lose her nerve. She even remembered to turn off the GPS in her phone, just in case. No one knew where she actually was and that's just the way she wanted it. The next few days, were for her and her alone. She stood, and slowly slid her wedding ring off, grimacing at the white band of flesh exposed. She put the wedding ring, in a draw, where it would be safe, she hoped anyway! Making her mind up, almost as if the removal of the ring, was the recognition of what she was going to do. She, slowly undressed from her blouse and jeans. First the boots, then the blouse, then the jeans. She folded each up carefully and put them in a draw. It was almost like she was shedding her identity as she removed her normal clothing. Standing in front of the mirror she viewed herself in her plain cotton bra and knickers. Before reaching behind her and unlatching the bra, letting it fall to the floor. She grimaced at her breasts. Never large, they had at least been pert at one time, but nursing a child and time, had caused a softness and slight sag, which she hoped wasn't too unattractive. She watched fascinated, by the dark red of her nipples. Which even when aroused, seemed to poke out more than she would like. Her husband loved the way, her nipples thickened and distended when aroused, she hoped someone else may think so too. Her eyes travelled down her body, her waist was alright, and her hips made it look better than maybe it was, a slight roundness to her belly, but she worked hard at trying to stay trim. She knew occasionally she would attract the eye of the odd man. Further down her eyes, caught her legs, long and still shapely, she turned slightly and almost smiled, her bottom still having shape, pleased her. Finally she turned back and viewed her knickers, she could see tiny spider legs of her pubes, she grimaced even as she, hooked her thumbs in the waist band and lowered her knickers, exposing her hairy pubic region. She actually disliked it, but her husband, always preferred her 'natural' as he would tell her. Sometimes, she had shaved, and trimmed, but he always asked her to let it grow out. Her pubic hair, was a light brown and full, despite being a natural blonde, well dirty blonde. She wondered idly how many jokes there were about the curtains not matching. Her green eyes, watched with distaste as her finger traced the outline of her mound, her pretty full lips compressing. She turned away from the mirror, and went to the bed, opening her suitcase, she very carefully removed the items one by one, hanging most things up, every item she had brought with her, was new, well had never been worn, she had collected the items, over time, keeping them hidden away from prying eyes, for this occasion. She smiled as she put the items in the closet, every single one having a story of searching for and finding for her. She so wanted everything to be perfect. Picking up her wash bag and make up bag, she moved to the bathroom. Running the bath, an item she had specifically requested she sat on the toilet and opened her wash bag. Removing a pair of nail scissors, a razor, with five brand new blades and some shaving oil, for sensitive skin. She poured some bath oil in to the hot water and soon the room, began to smell fragrant. She, very carefully spread her legs on the toilet, and began cutting away her pubic hair. Dropping the hair between her thighs and into the toilet. She hummed as she worked, keeping an eye on the bath. Finally she could cut away no more and scrubbed her fingers through the partially denuded area. The bath, was hot and fragrant, just perfect and she smiled slipping in. She lay back for a few minutes, her mind continually turning over what she wanted to happen this weekend. Where she would go, how she would dress. She washed very carefully, before climbing out of the bath and sitting on its edge the cold porcelain sending a shiver through her naked bottom. Very carefully and with premeditation she began to rub oil into her pubic mound, before placing a new razor blade on her razor, and beginning to shave. Each movement, of the razor, gave her a feeling of freedom and liberation and she shivered as goose bumps began to appear. She shaved, exposing her mound, she had never really been proud of her pussy, or she grinned to herself, maybe she should call it her C***, she felt deliciously naughty thinking of those words. Her vagina, had always seemed to her under developed, in fact very tight and compact, no labia showed at all. But her husband seemed to like it. So she was willing to go along with that assessment. She wondered as she shaved if there was some sort of plastic surgery, to give her a more womanly pussy. She took a hand mirror as she scooted dangerously forward and angled it, so she could trim, beyond her pussy to her rose bud. Finally she was finished. She ran her fingers, over her denuded skin, and shivered as she felt warmth spread. Using a sensitive moisturiser she massaged her skin, careful not to be too aggressive, she wanted to save everything for later. Leaving the bathroom, she made her way back into the bedroom, once again looking at herself in the mirror, she smiled, yes, now she looked more like Kat than Katrina. She could even see the way the oil glinted on her skin and the subtle difference with the fluid at her pussy. She nodded, and mouth the name Kat several times to herself. She made her way to the bed, picking up her phone, she lay down and dialled. Her husband answered after a few rings and she smiled, wondering what he would think of her lying nude on a hotel bed, talking inanely about the Spa. She tried to sound bored, even though her finger was tracing the edge of her slit as she spoke to him. Devilishly, she raised her finger, staring a moment at the glistening tip, before flicking her tongue out to taste her own arousal. She almost groaned, but stopped herself in time. She said goodbye to her husband and then set her alarm. She didn't sleep, just dozed, her mind still working on the perfect weekend. Her alarm woke her and she excitedly got up, first she pulled her shoulder length blonde hair, into a tight pony tail, just right for someone to grab later, then she began applying her makeup, probably more than was needed, she had naturally good bone structure. But just enough for Kat. Katrina would have balked at the eye liner and mascara, and indeed the blood red lipstick. But for Kat it was just right. Once she was satisfied, she rose and naked walked to the closet. Her first item, was the corset, she clipped herself in, thanking herself for being smart and choosing a front fastening one. It was perfect, and held her shape beautifully. She breathed a couple of times, feeling the restraint of the corset and then nodded, yes perfect. Her breasts, never the largest, formed a cleavage which was nice, her nipples barely covered. She nodded again, yes perfect! She knew from experimenting and the reason she had bought this corset, that should she want, the cups would fold underneath, forming a shelf for her naked breasts. Always good to have alternative she thought. Next she sat, before rolling her seamed stocking over her foot and up her leg, standing to attach the suspender clips from the corset. Next, she selected the knickers she would wear, if you could call them that. She smiled as her fingers wiggled through the crotch less centre, held together by a tiny velco red rose, which contrasted with the black lace knickers. She pulled them on adjusting them just as she wanted them. She could already feel the heat between her thighs. Next she selected her skirt, perilously short, it was loose enough, to move, she knew she had practised on her own. The skirt black and satin, looked beautiful against her stockinged legs. Finally she selected her blouse, a red lace button up blouse, with a small collar. She buttoned it up and was happy to see the black corset clearly showing through. Perfect she thought. Next came the red 4" heels, she had wanted higher, but knew the likely hood was she would break her neck on the first set of steps. But still they looked really good and matched her blouse. Finally, she collected her 'going out bag' Carefully she removed the silver ring, with the small round metal circle attached and placed it on her finger, making sure the circle was facing down. Then she checked and added lipstick and a small velvet choker which she fingered a moment, before putting it inside. Satisfied, she checked herself once more, even if she met someone she knew, she was pretty sure they wouldn't recognise Katrina as Kat. She picked up her room key, leaving her phone on the bedside table and left the room, making her way down stairs and asking for a taxi. She almost smiled as she slipped into the taxi, her night was just beginning! Katrina to Kat Pt. 02 The taxi, delved deeper into the city, away from areas, she would normally go. Kat looked out of the window, as Katrina flushed at the thought of her plans. Finally the taxi pulled up, she paid, giving the driver a tip and a flash of her legs as she got out. The street was brightly lit, with plenty of clubs and bars, people moving between bars, passed her on the street, some obviously looking which gave her a thrill. She took a breath, she could so easily just slip into one of the bars, and forget everything, or maybe just call the taxi back, go back to her hotel, and just leave this as a fantasy. She almost shook herself, no she had come this far she needed to see it through. Taking the first step, was the hardest, she could see the sign and the stairs leading downwards of her destination. She took the first step, then another, then another, until she stood at the top of the stairs leading down. The neon sign shone next to her as she gripped the rail, she felt almost blinded by the light, which shone down the stairs. The Moulon Rouge, wasn't your standard club, she knew, not from experience, but from hours, spent pouring over internet pages and reviews. She flushed guiltily, as she stood there, the sign of two Burlesque dancers, kissing, sort of gave the game away wat sort of place this was. She quickly looked around, before, taking the first step downwards. Navigating the steps in heels, was a bit of a drama, she worried for a few moments, about slipping and breaking her leg, and wondering how, she could possibly explain, that to her husband. Reaching the bottom she stared at the dark wooden door. A smaller door, was cut into the wood at face height, with a black metal grill over it. For some reason the door, seemed to be inviting her to enter a long forgotten world! She took another breath and timidly pressed the brass buzzer once, she didn't hear anything, and stood waiting. She thought maybe it wasn't working and considered knocking, but the door looked so solid, she could almost imagine, that wouldn't be heard either. Catching her by surprise, the little door opened and a pair of beautiful blue eyes, stared at her. It felt like the eyes were interrogating her, she almost turned around and fled, before they seemed to twinkle, with amusement. She heard a click and the door swung slowly outwards, forcing her to step back. She had been right the door, was thick and solid. Stood in the doorway, was a woman, beautiful, and smiling. Kat took a moment to just stare, before the woman smiled and invited her in. Taking another breath, she stepped over the threshold, brushing against the hostess as she did. She blushed, as the door slowly closed and locked with a loud click. The hostess, looked just as Kat had imagined, if not better, Blue eyes, so very beautiful, a tiny little black top hat perched jauntily on her dark hair, her face so pale, she must have some irish heritage, highlighted by the most lovely red lips, Kat could remember seeing. The woman, smiled and introduced herself, as Carla, and confirmed she was the hostess. Kat stood dumbly, just staring, not realising that Carla, was holding out her hand. Carla, smiled again and said "and you are?" Kat jerked back to reality, at the direct question and stammered "Katrina Head" suddenly she realised she had given her real name and stammered "no I mean Kat Stevens" Carla looked at her a moment, and said "So, which is it Katrina or Kat?" Carla, watched the woman, she had seen this before, so many times, she knew just how to deal with the situation. The woman in front of her looked like she was just about to bolt for the door. She reached out and put her hand on the woman's arm, sliding it down gently and non-threateningly until she reached her hand. She took it, noting the little ring, with its D ring, turned palm inwards and then placed her other hand around the woman's. She smiled and leaned a little closer "Your safe here honey, you can be anyone you want to be" she smiled again, making eye contact "I just need to know what name the booking is in?" Kat, felt like she hadn't breathed for minutes, her eyes darted to the door, but Carla's hands, felt so sure and safe, she felt herself slowly relax. She finally nodded, "ehm, thank you, It's in the name of Kat Stevens". Carla nodded, and turned, releasing one hand, to lean over the counter and turn a page around so she could read it. She kept her other hand, in Kat's reassuringly squeezing it gently. Whilst Carla, was looking, Kat had the chance to view her outfit, she looked stunning, wearing a black tailed coat, just like a pianist would wear, a black dickie bow tie a white shirt with a collar, under the dickie bow, but obviously it was more corset than shirt and left a lot of her chest exposed, the corset/shirt disappearing into tight black shorts, which seemed almost sprayed on and outlined every curve. Black fishnet stockings and black knee length boots, made up her outfit. Carla, glanced back over her shoulder, and turned her bottom a little for Kats benefit. Before saying "ahh, here it is, a booking for one, Platinum" she turned back, and smiled, "Well, I am guessing you have never been here before?" Kat shook her head, her mouth quite dry as Carla, fixed her gaze on her. Carla smiled, and said "There is nothing to be afraid of, you will be safe here". She winked "You have my word on it" Kat felt relief flooding through her, just looking into Carla's eyes made her believe she was safe. Carla smiled again and pulled a file towards her, "Well as a Platinum guest, you can choose a personal hostess if you like?" Kat, paused, she had booked a platinum experience, the most costly, which did include a hostess. She had thought long and hard about it, and to be honest, she had worried, that her evening would be ruined, if no one found her attractive. From the explanation on the web site, it appeared a hostess, would be willing to accommodate her desires. Carla, opened the folder and turned a few pages, "Well, tonight, we have Marcy, available" Kat could see there were several photos and some blurb. Carla looked up, "Don't be afraid, honey, come closer" she reached her arm out and carefully, pulled Kat towards her. Kat didn't resist and allowed herself to be pulled close to Carla and so her hips touched the counter. Carla smiled behind her, quietly smelling Kat's hair and perfume. She moved herself closer, her body pressing gently against Kat's bottom. Kat felt the subtle pressure and the warmth from Carla, and for a moment, felt like wriggling just a little. She managed to stop herself. Carla, reached around Kat, pushing herself a little closer "Where were we, oh Marcy, brunette, 36-24-34, lovely figure" she ran her finger, down the typewritten notes, "hmm, shaved" she paused, "Do you prefer shaved, trimmed or maybe natural?" Kat was thankful, Carla, couldn't see the blush that flooded her face but Carla, could see the deep red blush, tracing Kats neck and throat. Kat stammered "Ehm, I guess, shaved, or trimmed" she paused "Is that ok?" Carla smiled "Yes, honey, its fine." She continued reading down, "Marcy is very enthusiastic, is that what you would like?" Kat froze, her carefully thought out plan, evaporating, is that what she wanted, she wondered! Carla, turned the page and then again "Ahh, Sonya, lovely girl, brunette, little smaller than Marcy, a 34b, but she is pierced?" Kat shivered at the mention of piercings, and Carla, felt it through her body. "Ahh I see you like piercings" Kat blushed again. She couldn't explain it, but nipple piercings, just turned her on. She had none herself, although she would like some. She wasn't sure how her husband would react. She wasn't even sure, how he would react about her shaving herself. But that was a bridge she would cross when she got home. Carla, gently pushed herself tighter against, Kat, and whispered, "I think I might know someone perfect for you!" Kat turned her head slightly "Really, I have never done this before." Carla smiled "Never been with a woman?" Kat blushed and nodded, and Carla gave her a wink "Well, if you trust my judgement, I have the perfect woman for you?" Kat took a breath, she could feel herself reacting, to Carla's presence and warmth "I guess, if you can find the right person, that would be ok." Carla nodded "Leave it with me, but you may have to wait a little while is that ok?" Kat nodded, what was a little wait, when she had been waiting years. Carla, led Kat through to the club, and she saw, it was exactly how it had been pictured, it was dimly lit on purpose, and had a very Parisian atmosphere, there were individual tables and booths around the dance floor and a stage. She smiled, it was perfect, just how she had imagined it. Each table had a little lamp, and they were all glowing a soft amber. Carla, guided Kat to her table, she showed her the switch, wish could turn to the lamp, red, amber or green and explained the purpose. Kat nodded, and Carla, leant forward, exposing more cleavage, her hand, gently stroked Kat's shoulder, "Rule number one, no means no, here!" Kat nodded and Carla said "If anyone doesn't accept that, then you just signal one of the waitresses or myself and we will deal with it ok?" Kat nodded and Carla squeezed her shoulder, "OK, well upstairs, there are some private play rooms, and your waitress, will get everything you need from the bar". She motioned a girl over, a cute blonde, in a black bow tie, black basque and tight black shorts. She had lovely legs, encased in fishnets attached to her basque and flat black soft ballet type shoes. Carla said "This is Hannah, and she'll take good care of you!" Hannah smiled and nodded "Anything you want, just call, ok?" Kat nodded as Hannah went off to get her a complimentary champagne. Kat wasn't the first in the place and several singles and couples were already there, although she knew they were all women, she had to look twice at a couple of people. Her champagne arrived, and Hannah placed it carefully before her, she smiled bowing at the waist, as Kat's eyes were automatically directed to her cleavage. "Is there anything else?" Kat shook her head, and blushed and Hannah leant closer "Can I give you some advice?" Kat nodded and Hannah, said, "Turn your light to red, until you feel comfortable" She paused "Just relax, and let things happen, ok?" Kat nodded as Hannah, touched the red button on the lamp controller and the lamp changed to a subtle red colour. "There, take it easy, and relax." She moved away, but not far, and Kat couldn't help but peek occasionally at her lovely legs and cute tight bottom. Kat, sat quietly watching as more guests arrived, a woman came out and announced she was the MC for the night, and sang a few songs and told some jokes. As she sang another song the waitresses, began bringing out starters. Hannah arrived at Kat's table and placed two starters down. She smiled and winked "you never know" and moved off. Kat looked up as she felt a presence and felt a flush when Carla asked "May I?" indicating the seat next to her and the starter. Kat nodded and Carla, sat and smiled "Will I do?" Kat blushed and nodded again as Carla laid her hand on hers. Katrina to Kat Pt. 03 Kat blushed slightly, sitting this close to Carla. As she looked across, Carla motioned to Hannah for another round of drinks. For a moment, Kat felt something vague a dis-quieting. She didn't know what it was maybe the hand gesture reminded of something, or someone, she tried thinking hard her brow furrowing, but for the life of her, she couldn't quite remember. But as soon as Carla looked back round at her, and those beautiful blue eyes caught her, the thought and the un-easiness just seemed to slip away. Carla, smiled and looked at Kat's untouched plate, "You're not hungry?" before Kat could reply she added "Or maybe you hunger for something else?" for a moment, Kat felt a jolt in her loins, staring into those eyes, she felt a rush of heat and moisture to her vagina. She squirmed a little in her seat, pushing her legs together tightly. She didn't answer, but looked down, away from those beautiful eyes and to her plate. Picking up her knife and fork, she suddenly felt the urge to eat. Carla, watched Kat, suddenly digging into her starter with gusto, she herself barely touched the lovely food. When Kat had finished, she signalled for Hannah to remove the plates. Kat watched, Hannah collect the plates and smiled shyly, as she turned away, her eyes, falling to Hannah's beautifully rounded bottom. Carla leaned closer, and whispered, "such a beautiful little arse isn't it?" Kat nodded and Carla added "But so much nicer, when it's red after a good spanking". Kat almost gasped as for a moment, an image literally forced its way into her mind, of Hannah knelt down over Carla's knees with her lovely round bottom exposed. She could almost hear the smacks as Carla's hand descended and feel the heat of the red mark left behind on her own bottom. She flushed as in her mind, Hannah turned her head to Carla, only it wasn't Hannah it was Kat and in her own voice, she was begging for another. Her nipples seemed to be pressing so sorely against her corset, and her mound, was showing its pleasure. Kat Flushed deeply which amuse Carla and she almost jumped, when Carla reached out and stroked the back of her hand. The stroke to her hand had broken the image in her mind, and Kat, was suddenly very aware, of where she was, and who she was with. Her nipples were aching, and the feelings in her mound, made her squeeze her legs tighter together. The urge, to reach down and touch herself was almost impossible to ignore. But she managed. If only just! Carla, smiled, watching the emotions, flow across Kats face, she noticed her squirm in her seat and felt a heat of her own. Kat was just perfect, for her intentions, even if she didn't know it yet. But she would when the time was right. Time was something Carla had plenty of! The four piece orchestra, struck up a tune, and a few people got up to dance, this was one of the specialties of the Moulon Rouge, dancing between courses, nothing hurried. Carla stood, and held out her hand to Kat, "Shall we?" Kat stared a moment at her hand, and then at the dance floor, before shaking her head "I don't dance usually". Carla smiled, as Kat looked back at her eyes, those beautiful blue eyes, "Well my little Kitty Kat, this isn't usually, and it was not a request!" There was a slight hardness to a tone, almost a command, and Kat found herself rising and taking the hand offered to her. Carla led her to the dance floor, and turned her to face her. She put an arm behind Kat on the small of her back, applying sufficient force to move her closer so that their bodies barely touched. She reached down and took Kats other hand and held it tightly. She raised an eyebrow "Well?" Kat moved her free hand, not quite sure where to put it. Until with a sigh, Carla took her hand and placed it around her waist. "There, it's not difficult Kitty Kat" for a moment Kat was confused, Kitty Kat meant something to her, but she couldn't for the life of her think what it was, but she felt more relaxed and better every time, Carla said it. She waited for Carla to replace her hand, and then began to sway with Carla. Kat had never been much of a dancer, well not that she could remember anyway, but with Carla firmly guiding her, it all seemed to fall into place. She danced and didn't even notice, she had moved herself closer, until she realised she had rested her head on Carla's shoulder, when had that happened she wondered. But she didn't move, she wasn't even surprised, to feel Carla's hand move from her back to her bottom. It actually felt very nice, feeling Carla's hand on her bottom, not embarrassing as she would have imagined it might. She sighed when Carla gave her bottom a squeeze, moulding herself tighter into Carla's lovely body. For a moment, she closed her eyes and just drifted, with the music and the body pressed to hers. She felt a couple of light taps on her bottom, and frowned as she opened her eyes, for a moment, Carla's body felt cold, but it must have been her imagination as she again felt the warmth of her. She smiled as Carla tapped her bottom again, maybe a warning or an invitation to what might happen later. She wanted to close her eyes again and drift, but Carla whispered "The next course is ready, time to sit down". Kat wanted to refuse, to tell Carla she was very happy where she was, and she wasn't hungry, but she didn't. She nodded and Carla led her back to her table. Carla held her chair for her, and then after she was seated, sat herself. Carla took Kats hand and openly placed it on the table, for a second Kat felt the thrill of her desires for a woman being exposed, even in such a mundane way. But that was dispelled as Carla again signalled Hannah. Once again, there was that feeling, a feeling of dis-quiet, Kat concentrated and could almost hear the steady beat of a metronome in her head. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but for the briefest moment, it seemed really important, in fact vitally important. But once again it slipped away like a shape in the fog. She found Carla looking at her and smiled. Carla said "Comfortable?" For a moment Kat felt the urge to admit, she was feeling very very nice, but not comfortable. Her mound seemed to be demanding attention and her nipples ached with such a fierceness she could not imagine possible. She could feel her heart beat throb through her chest to each extended hardened nipple. She flushed again and nodded her head, "Yes Comfortable". Carla looked away, a small smile creasing her lips, but her hand remained on Kat's and stroked the back of her hand in a deliciously sensual measured way. Kat squirmed again, again pressing her thighs close together. Hannah returned with the main course. It looked delicious, and smelled wonderful, but that's not what caught Kat's attention. Hannah was topless, her Basque now gone, replaced by a waspie corset, which left her beautiful full breasts exposed. Her nipples were brown and small hardened points. Kat frowned when had that happened, she quickly looked around and saw the other waitresses were similarly attired. Hannah bent from the waist and placed the food down allowing her breasts to hang. Carla casually reached up and stroked her breast and then her nipple. Hannah smiled. Looking back at Kat, Carla said "They really are lovely, aren't they" she smiled even as her fingers stroked the girl's nipple harder "Would you like to feel?" Kat felt her hand move almost involuntarily, but stopped herself. But Carla took her hand and placed it on Hannah's breast. Kat blushed and looked around, hoping no one was watching, but even so, she couldn't help but marvel at the softness, fullness of Hannah's breast and the hardness of her nipple again her hand. She bit her lip, as she found herself squeezing the girl's breast. Her own nipples renewed their aching and her slit, becoming damper. Carla smiled and gently slapped the hand, holding Hannah's breast, "enough for now Kitty Kat". Kat quickly took her hand away, and smiled an apology to Hannah. Hannah nodded and smiled back, showing not the least bit of upset or embarrassment. Carla nodded to Hannah, dismissing her, and she withdrew, standing a short distance away. "You enjoyed that didn't you?" she asked Kat, Kat nodded and lowered her eyes to her meal. Carla lowered her hand from the table and Kat jumped as her fingers touched her leg. Carla smiled and said "Eat Kitty Kat, don't mind me" Kat felt her fingers on her leg, just below the hem of her skirt. She looked around, hoping no one noticed and then put her own hand down on Carla's. "I'm not sure, that doing that is such a good idea" she muttered. Carla smiled at her, her blue eyes, catching her attention once again. "Of course it is, now eat Kitty Kat and enjoy" Kat felt almost a compulsion to release Carla's hand and pick up her cutlery. She fought for a moment, but couldn't help herself and gave in. Carla nodded as Kat picked up her knife and fork and began eating. She didn't touch her own food, her hand busy tracing small and intricate shapes on Kat's leg. Kat felt the sensuous fingers and the hard nails, touching her leg, slowly rising, slowly pushing under her skirt. Oh God she thought, she should stop her, but obviously God wasn't around that night, as the fingers continued their slow assent. Her skirt moving up as they did. She squeezed her thighs together, for a moment, trapping the hand, but she found her thighs opening, and inviting the fingers to continue their journey. She blushed as the fingers, reached her stocking tops, and then the soft delicate flesh above, her knees coming further apart. Her eyes closed and she stopped eating, as the warmth flooded her loins. God she was so wet, so wanton. She thought of her red shoes, and for a moment, felt a whore. Her legs opening allowing this beautiful invasion. Kat gripped the cutlery tight in her hands, her knuckles going white with pressure as a single finger, very slowly traced the outline of the split in her crotch less knickers, the nail catching a moment on the Velcro rose before it separated. Kat closed her eyes, knowing she could do nothing about this and knowing she didn't want to either. Carla leaned closer and whispered "Oh my little Kitty Kat, is such a naughty girl!" she paused as her finger re-traced the split "So naughty, and so, hot and wet!!" Kat groaned through her tightly pursed lips. For one moment, Kat thought about stopping Carla, stopping her touches, so delicate, yet so insistent. She felt the nail, part her lips just a fraction and gasped as the hardness of the nail, teased her soft delicate flower. She felt her hips push forward, she felt her thighs, pushing as wide as they could, against the confines of her skirt. Like a wanton, whore, she was begging with her body for more, even whilst her mind tried to scream stop. The nail circled her nub, which was thrust from its hood, exposed, delicate and demanding. She could feel the hot slick juice, coating her, betraying her arousal. Carla leaned close and whispered, "Has your husband ever made you feel like this, Katrina?" Kat's eyes flew open, for a sudden moment, the thought of what she was doing, betraying her husband, crowded her mind. She felt ashamed at her arousal, about her hot wetness, but she couldn't lie "No!" Carla smiled, "No, never!" her finger seemed to be electric, everywhere it touched sent a jolt of pained, sensual pleasure through her body. Kat bit her lip "Never!" Carla leaned closer "Not all the times, he has fucked you?" Kat bit her lip, hard, but her body betrayed her and she thrust her hips forward again, wanting more of Carla, wanting her to invade her. The crude words, only made her hotter, forcing images in to her head of her husband, how he made love to her, no not made love, how he fucked her. She closed her eyes, without realising it one of her hands gripped her breast through the corset, her other scrabbled to pull her skirt higher. The images in her head, betrayed her feelings, to her. Her husband fucking her, and she taking it, but it had never felt like this, this was so much more! Carla's voice intruded on her thoughts, "Tell me Kitty Kat?" Kat opened her eyes, staring into the mesmerising blue ones. "No never" she choked out. Carla smiled "Good, remember how it feels Kitty Kat" and her finger withdrew, although her hand remained high on Kat's thigh. Kat felt like a blow had landed, her stomach full of pleasurable painful knots, revolving and hurting, but in such a good way. She begged "Please!" Carla glanced at her, "Not yet Kitty Kat, patience" and said no more. Kat, wanted to grab her hand, force herself on to it, but it would do no good she knew that. She felt hot, her breathing ragged and heaving, her skin felt slick with sweat. But she sat, that hand that had caused so much pleasure, heavy on her thigh, the fingers twitching occasionally so close to her, so very close. It was a form of torture, one she couldn't comprehend, but torture no less. Carla smiled "Besides, it's time to dance!" Katrina to Kat Pt. 04 Kat didn't resist Carla this time, and walked on to the dance floor. Immediately settling into a comfortable closeness. She felt Carla's strong arm encircle her waist and quite naturally slide lower. She smiled feeling the touch on her bottom and the slight squeeze. Hmmmm she thought, this is so nice, she rested her head against Carla's shoulder and closed her eyes, swaying to the music and the demands of Carla's movements. Carla, gently moved her hand over Kat's bottom, letting her fingers wander and Kat smiled into her neck. Carla, waited a few moments, and then turned her head and gently kissed Kat's hair. Kat murmured and snuggled her body closer. Carla smiled, and released kat's hand, which made its way automatically to her shoulder. Carla stoked the back of Kat's head, bringing an almost cat like pleasurable murmur. She whispered "Kiss me Kat!" Kat's eyes opened, she lifted her head and stared at Carla, kiss her! The thought was so pleasurable, she felt herself tremble. But she couldn't not here, not dancing like this, with everyone watching. Carla's lips looked so luscious and inviting, so pleasing to her. Carla watched the emotions, flooding Kat's face and with a gentle smile her hand reached up and took a firm hold of Kat's pony tail, and added pressure, Kat gasped and arched her neck, as her hair was pulled and Carla said "It wasn't a request Kitty Kat!" She brought her red lips down and touched them to Kat, who squirmed, but didn't resist. Even as they touched, Kat felt the softness and succulence of Carla's lips burn through her resistance and without thought opened her mouth to her. Kat closed her eyes, as Carla's tongue, invaded her mouth, then darted out, her own tongue, following as if desperate for more contact. She tasted sweet, and luscious and exotic and a thousand other things, Kat couldn't think of let alone name. Her lips were soft, but so firm, so demanding, pressing harder and tighter, Carla's tongue was like a snake, probing, forceful, yet soft and delicious. Kat groaned into her mouth, her legs feeling weak and feeble as Carla's strength kept her upright. She could barely breath, not through suffocation but through neglect. How can a kiss, make you forget to breath. Her heart thudded painfully in her chest. Kat felt like she was spinning, spinning out of control, and deeper and deeper into Carla. She groaned again, and suddenly Carla's lips were gone, no longer touching her, enticing her. Her eyes flew open and she pushed towards Carla, wanting more, but the hand holding her pony tail, stopped her. Carla smiled and put a tiny peck on her lips, before saying "you like?" You like thought Kat, how could anyone say such an understatement. She nodded, her eyes, travelling between the beautiful playful blue eyes and Carla's red lips. Her lipstick wasn't even smudged. Kat drew in a heaving breath, trying and failing to steady herself. She nodded, as Carla watched her. Carla raised an eyebrow, signalling she wanted more, and Kat looked away a moment, before saying "Yes, I like it". Carla stroked Kat's bottom as she leant closer, her scent and perfume seeming to surround Kat, she whispered "Better than your husband Katrina?" Kat stopped dead a moment, her husband, Christ her husband. For a moment, she paled at the sense of betrayal, but her flushed excitement soon returned and she looked away again "Yes, better than my husband" Carla, pulled on Kat's pony tail, making her turn her head and face her. "Much better than your husband?" Kat's face betrayed her feelings, Carla watched intensely and almost with a predatory anticipation as Kat, closed her eyes a moment and then opened them taking a deep breath "So much better than my husband" Carla, flicked her tongue across her lips, enticingly and erotically and Kat couldn't help but watch entranced. Kat moved her head forward, ignoring the sharp pain from her pony tail and managed to touch her lips to Carla's, "Please" she begged against those lips and Carla finally relented. Kat closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to wash over her as Carla, again forced her tongue between Kat's lips, which she was surrendering so easily and readily. Kat groaned, feeling the re-awakening in her nipples and mound. Each probe of Carla's tongue, felt stronger and firmer, more possessing and Kat sucked hungrily against it. Carla's tongue, made her groan, it felt so nice, soft, silky but hard and insistent. For a moment, Kat felt like she was taking a man's penis into her mouth and without thought, she suckled and sucked. Using her own tongue, to trace Carla's. Kat, couldn't imagine how, Carla's tongue, could be so large, and powerful. But she didn't care and groaned into this Sapphic kiss. Carla, broke the kiss and could see the disappointment in Kat's eyes, she smiled every moment, Kat was becoming more and more hers! Carla's piercing blue eyes, caught Kat and held her, she moved her hand gently up to her jaw and said "Do you want more?" Kat didn't even think but nodded and Carla smiled, "Well, if you want more" her fingers caressed Kat's jaw gently "What are you willing to do?" Kat blinked, do, what was she willing to do she thought! There wasn't even any doubts in her mind, no matter what image her mind could conjure, it would be worth it she thought. There wasn't a single thing she could think of that wouldn't be worth doing, for Carla. For just another kiss! She opened her mouth and uttered "Anything, anything you want!" Carla smiled, oh how easy this was, Kat had told her anything, and she fully believed her. She could see no dis-honesty, guile or doubts in her eyes. She nodded slightly "Anything, I want, you're sure?" Kat didn't pause, her eyes, trapped by the blue eyes staring at her she nodded "Anything". Carla, led Kat from the dance floor, but not back to her table, she led her through a doorway beyond the stage. Through a changing area, she opened another door and led Kat down some stone steps. Opening a door, she ushered Kat in. The room was dimly lit, but lit enough for Kat to see some of the implements around the walls and she froze a moment. But felt the reassuring, touch of Carla behind her. Once inside, Carla closed the door. She turned to face Kat and said "Kneel!" Kat didn't argue, but knelt on the cold stone floor. Carla, circled Kat once, pulling her pony tail a little to make her arch her back, but otherwise not touching her. She came to face her again "We need to be straight about things my little Kitty Kat, do you understand?" Kat nodded, relieved she didn't have to speak, her mouth felt dry and her eyes kept falling on various whips, paddles and other items she couldn't even guess at. Carla noted her eyes and the slight tremble in her body. "Relax, Kitty Kat, Relax!" Carla spoke again "You want to sleep with me, have sex with me?" Kat nodded, not sure if she should speak. Carla seemed satisfied with her nod. She smiled walking a circle around her, her heels clicking eerily on the stone floor. "You're willing to do anything I want?" she paused "Your own choice, no pressure?" Kat nodded but Carla shook her head "Speak, Kitty Kat." Kat's mouth felt dry, but she croaked "Yes, anything you want". Carla tilted her head to one side, appraising Kat, "Your sure, anything I command, you will do?" Kat nodded, her mouth seemingly dryer "Yes". Carla smiled, "Very good, Kitty Kat" she turned and pointed towards a corner "Just so there is no mistake, do you see the camera up there?" Kat nodded seeing the camera and its feint glowing power light. Carla turned her attention back to Kat "I want you to repeat after me, ok?" Kat nodded. Carla stood out of the way of the camera and said "I state your full name, do solemnly confirm and attest that I choose to give myself to Mistress Carla, for as long as she may wish, or until such time as she releases me from this bond" Kat frowned a moment but spoke "I Katrina Ann Head" Carla held up a hand stopping her. She crouched a moment, "Kitty Kat, louder, nice and proud, so the camera can pick it up". She stood again and motioned for Kat to start again. Kat wet her lips as best she could, and said "I Katrina Ann Head, do solemnly confirm and attest that I choose to give myself to Mistress Carla, for as long as she may wish" she paused trying to remember the final phrase. She wanted to get it right, for a moment she panicked and looked towards Carla but she just stared with those lovely blue eyes and nodded her head encouragingly, finally Kat had it "or until such time as she releases me from this bond". Carla nodded "Well done, Kitty Kat, now just a little more ok?" Kat nodded, feeling a flush of pleasure at the praise. Carla said "I give myself, my flesh, my blood and my soul into the keeping of Mistress Carla, to do with as she wishes, to serve her and only her as she shall choose" Kat frowned, she felt a chill run through her, at the words. But they were only words after all. So she spoke them, although with some trepidation. "I give myself, my flesh, my blood and my" her mouth felt so dry, she stumbled over the next word. She tried to wet her lips, but there seemed to be no moisture in her mouth at all. She looked to Carla, who merely waited patiently. She shivered, had the room got colder, all of a sudden, was there a definite chill, she couldn't feel a breeze or touch of air, but everything, felt so cold, like on a frosty morning. She shivered and moved her arms around her, hugging herself. She thought she could see her own breath as she breathed, but strangely not Carla's. She shook herself, she was being stupid, and wet her lips, finally getting enough spittle to moisten them slightly. "I give myself, my flesh, my blood and my soul into the keeping of Mistress Carla" again she paused wetting her lips, "to do with as she wishes, to serve her and only her as she shall choose". Carla nodded "Good girl" the praise bringing a flush to Kat, but not any warmth. Carla spoke "The final part Kitty Kat" she paused "I state your name, make this declaration, in the presence of the old Gods and the New and I will be bound by it until released". Kat again frowned, damn, it was strange, the words spoken seemed to chill her from the inside out. She shook her head, and for a moment, just a moment, she felt she had almost grasped what had been bothering her earlier in the club. The hand gesture Carla used, it seemed so familiar, as if she should recognise it. Why did she smell cigarette smoke, she hadn't smoked for over a year, suddenly she craved a cigarette, craved it deeply. Why now? She thought. She hadn't wanted a cigarette since she had finished the hypno therapy course. A glimmer of understanding came to her mind, why was that important? In her head she heard a deep click of a metronome, and the soft, clear voice of someone, someone she trusted, someone who she had to trust, to believe. She closed her eyes and for a moment she was in another room, another place, she was lying down and the leather couch felt cold against her. She could hear the metronome clearly and the voice, oh so clearly, but she couldn't seem to understand the words. Couldn't quite grasp, them, they seemed so familiar yet so foreign, alien sounding. She concentrated harder, but the more she concentrated the less she could grasp. Frustrated she opened her eyes and was caught by the clear blue eyes of Carla, who said "Kitty Kat, trust me, repeat the promise". Suddenly Kat lost focus, she couldn't concentrate on what she had been thinking about, and anyway, it can't of been important she thought. She shook her head, the thought now completely gone. She focussed again and was surprised she could remember the words, she should speak, no a stronger feeling, something, that scared her, but in a good way, she didn't have to speak, she wanted to. She wet her lips "I Katrina Ann Head, make this declaration, in the presence of the old Gods and the New and I will be bound by it until released". She felt the cold suddenly build as she said the last word. Carla, smiled and stroked Kat's hair, before crouching and giving her the most gentle kiss Kat had ever felt. It was like a whisp, a touch but held such promise. She spoke "Kitty Kat, well done" She paused, "But you still have time to change your mind." Kat opened her mouth to speak, but Carla laid a finger on her lips "Shhhh, little one, just listen" She removed her finger and tilted Kat's head up with fingers under her chin. "I will leave you here, for 15 minutes" Kat opened her mouth to speak but Carla, shushed her again "Remember 15 minutes, if you decide to leave, that is ok, and you will be released from your bond, just open the door, turn right and follow the corridor, it will take you out". Carla paused, "If you choose to stay, then you are choosing to be mine, you understand this, you will belong to me, and only me?" Kat nodded and Carla, kissed her gently again, she stood and walked to the door, she opened it and turned slightly "Remember Katrina, this is your decision, and yours alone!" Kat watched her leave, feeling suddenly lonely without her. The cold also didn't seem to bother her quite so much. She lowered her eyes, as the click of Carla's heels moved further down the corridor. All she had to do is leave, walk out and turn right and she could go home to her husband, her home her life.