Katrina's Taming

KATRINA'S TAMING (by Eve Adorer)

Chapter 17 – Love In The Afternoon

By the 2020s the world was becoming a smaller place. If by the 2020s the world was becoming a smaller place, England seemed to be becoming smaller still. Even whilst I was recovering from the wounds the punishment for my having been a very naughty girl had left me with, a new government was being elected that was even more extreme than the present incumbents, and the freedoms of girls in England looked highly likely to be constrained even more, once the Assembly was back in session.

Jackie had long since read the writing on the wall, and transferred her businesses, lock stock and barrel, to Russia. She had not failed to care for me after my terrible torture, and I had been by now a six-month resident in her dacha near ******.

Though a girl with a bright highly intelligent mind, who had attained a high quality degree from a high quality university, the experiences of my taming to date, had made me little interested in the new-politics. Whereas once I would have girled the barricades in protest or at least marched with a banner along with my fellow English girls, I now regarded the laws likely to be passed in England something about which I could do nothing but try and avoid their consequences.

What concerned me more nowadays, as I listened to Jackie's interpretation of the news from England, struggling with her broken Russian to read the newspaper of which she had scattered the pages over my bed, was that I had a tiny spot on my otherwise completely flawlessly beautiful face.

Talk of the prospective new and even harsher laws for girls in England was more than outbalanced for me, by the comfort of seeing that this very tiny blemish on the perfect canvass of my lovely features, not noticed by anyone other than me, was receding.

My taming had made me all-girl in my thinking. I would never now chide myself, as I always would have before, for my inability to choose between using different shades of coral or crimson lipstick. My concern was with my superb beauty and my incredible sexiness. My mind was, of course, part of that beauty and that sexiness, and its high power was being used by me now, solely for such concerns as whether my hair should be grown longer, the length of my fingernails, and whether I should work my legs more in exercise, or if that risked unfeminine muscular development.

I was twenty-seven now and more obsessively self-consciously girl than when I had been fifteen. I was a gift to girlhood: a pleasure and a treasure, and my undoubted duty was to keep that gift, the gift to the world that was my incredible beauty and undiluted sexiness, incredibly beautiful and continuingly undilutedly sexy.

In the six-months, my body had made a full recovery to its pristine perfection. Jackie had been patience itself, whilst I had spent my days in her gymnasium toning up my body, or swimming, or in her sauna, or in my room combing out my light-brown hair, which I had now grown, over the year since my taming had begun, so that it tumbled to the top of my buttocks when I stood, ………

My head-mind, by now, would not recognise that I was obsessed with my own feminine charms. It would not admit, that what to it had become the natural way for me to think, was an obsession at all. Nor would my head-mind admit that I was the heaven that had resulted from my hell: that I was the even more exquisitely delicious product of my taming.

In the past, like all girls, I had had at least two minds. The one mind, the single-minded mind, the mind between my legs, was now absolutely dominant over me, and completely relaxed in its knowledge that it had won total victory, and annihilated all resistance from the mind in my head, to its overwhelming power, the overwhelming power of girl's cunt.

My cunt was my dictator. My cunt was my empress. I lived in a one-girl cuntocrarcy. My cunt was not my guide. My cunt did not give me choices. My cunt gave me orders and I obeyed my cunt's orders unquestioningly.

So many talk of girl's love being "an affair of the heart". Others, who would pretend to be more scientific, would decree that a girl's love was a state of mind. The truth for me, after my taming experiences to now, was that my love was indeed a product of my state of mind: my mind now being entirely in my cunt.

For much of my stay there were comings and goings but Jackie's dacha mostly housed Jackie herself, Mina, Nina, Mi Li and me.

I had not given up hope of winning Mi Li from Jackie, even though for many nights I had listened to Jackie's helpless moans, and known that she was being taken to girl heaven once again by the lovely girlboy Mi Li.

Even if I gave the impact of my steeling away Mi Li any thought at all, strangely, it never occurred to me how much it could anger Jackie were I to win the little Korean angel from her. In my mind, all was entirely fair in love and sex, and I had now relegated Jackie to hopeless cause when it came to thoughts of winning her love.

My modelling career had been on hold. My wounds were too great for me to appear before the camera, and my public punishment for being a very naughty girl, had ruined my "virgin" image. The image the magazines I had appeared in had fostered: the image of the lovely girl who never took off her panties and remained forever celibate untouched and untouchable.

My debts continued to be enormous. I was making no money for Jackie and yet she had never brought the subject up. In this I confess I was guileless and gullible. And yet, when I came across the copy of the Russian edition of the magazine "SapphFire", featuring an advertisement for a DVD of my girl-cage torture for a specified number of dollars, and showing stills from my doggy-girl torment, I had been forgiving and unshocked. After all, it had been purely a business decision by Jackie, as well as an act of friendship, that had hitherto shelved the girl-cage torture DVD. Business must take priority over friendship when circumstances dictated. Circumstances had obviously dictated: hence the release of the DVD.

I was now in a fit state to return to glamour photography. Indeed, the demand for pictures of me had increased a thousand-fold because of the notoriety from my having a criminal record on file in England this last six months, and for another six months to come. It had been a business decision, a feeding from and of that notoriety, that had prompted Jackie to release the girl-cage DVD whilst my wounds made me unavailable for the cameras and therefore not earning for her and my debt repayment

For my twenty-seventh birthday, Jackie had given me a garter. This was no ordinary garter. It was bright scarlet lace with the most divine rose pattern in its upper and lower abundant folds, and tiny perfect woven-lace open-petalled scarlet roses around its elasticised centre that would decorate any girl's thigh when she wore it. I knew this to be in honour from Jackie of the beauty of the legs she had always admired. So much did I adore its sexiness, that I longed to wear it, though only when it was secreted by outside clothing, "the right occasion". So in this can be seen that Jackie still held me, her long-time friend, in high regard.

In the all-girl environment of Jackie's dacha, I had taken to casually strolling around in various states of dress, perhaps more aptly described as states of near total undress.

I was feeling happy and healthy and fit once more after my long post public torture recovery, and I was in "randy week", the period just before my period, in which I invariably felt by sexiness was at the peak of its height: the very apex of girlness was upon me.

It was mid-afternoon. I had been exercising, working on my every very feminine enticing girly curvature and soft muscularity.

I had showered and dried my long soft light-brown hair, thrown on a tee-shirt that only just covered the cheeks of my entirely bare bottom, and was heading for my bedroom to brush out my hair, dressed in this tee-shirt and absolutely nothing else.

My bedroom was upstairs and the stairs open treaded, like a stepladder, with no backs to the individual steps, so that anyone below could look up and see who was walking up, and a lot more besides.

It just happened that day. That day it just happened. I was girly wiggle-walking in my natural feline way to my bedroom that afternoon, when I passed and was passingly greeted by Jackie, who had her back to the stairs and the micro-miniskirted Mi Li, who was facing the open backs of the stairs.

I was so instinctively and fully girl now that I made no plan to do what I did next, but automatically, one might almost say, I found myself climbing those stairs barefoot hitching my tee-shirt to ensure that I was showing everything that could be seen between my legs, as I purposely took an interest in the pictures that decorated the wall at the side of those stairs.

As works of art they were entirely unremarkable. But I showed the keen interest I had never before shown in the artist's work and the brushstrokes. This, of course, necessitated my standing with my legs a little wider apart, so that I could admire at close quarters the nude girl in the picture at the very top of the stairs. I particularly admired, or at least made out to admire, the detail with which the painter had shown the light and shade between her thighs in the bright sunlight from the window. Purely coincidentally, of course, I was also allowing the beautiful work of art that was my very real pubic mound to be admired by Mi Li, were she to look up.

I kept completely quiet as I listened to the routine conversation about housekeeping below me. But it was, of course, entirely necessary for me to stand with my legs stretched wide apart so that, though this made it physically difficult for me to hold my stance in front of the picture, it enabled me to get my face close enough to it to use it's glass cover as a mirror in which to try and see if Mi Li was looking up at me.

I was just being sexy girl. I was sexy girl. I casually looked down to see that Mi Li had indeed been looking up. I then just pretended that I had not noticed her eyes between my thighs, and lifted off my tee-shirt so that she could look up at all my wonderful nude body, before bending to take one last unnecessary look at the picture, and then turning my attention to my bottom and running a pretty bendy-back fingered long fingernailed hand over a bare bum cheek, as if I were doing a quality check for the blemishes I full well knew to be totally non-existent. I then casually girl-wiggled to my bedroom.

As I entered my room, I closed my door quietly and bent with my bum against it as I bit the tee-shirt to control my sexy gasp, so turned on was I by my sensual behaviour and my enticing of Mi Li.

But I presumed my mission, though such wonderful pleasure for me, had failed, and put my tee-shirt back on, before sitting on my bountiful bare bottom before my dressing table to brush out my hair.

I could not see my bedroom door in my dressing table mirror. Therefore, to see who had very quietly entered my bedroom a minute later, I needed to turn and look directly. At least I would have needed to turn and look directly, had I not a sensitive nose for the delightful aroma of an exquisite scent.

Not a word was spoken as Mi Li's petite soft warm right hand enveloped the right hand with which I held my hairbrush. I willingly conceded the brush to her. I had still not turned to look at her incredible dainty doll loveliness, with her soulful almond shaped dark-brown eyes, and those wonderful full lips.

Mi Li put my hairbrush down on the dressing table, and used her right hand to lift back the curtain of my light-brown hair from the right side of my face. And I became instantly aware of the warmth of her, as her face came close to the right side of mine and I heard and felt her soft breathing, as I instinctively knew she was looking to implant her lips upon me.

Ever the sexy girl, I turned my head sufficiently to offer my eager mouth, but was beaten to the draw as Mi Li's delectable lips kissed only my cheek.

I felt disappointed, but made no move or sound. With my cunt already wet and whetted with just this chaste kiss from Mi Li, I watched her pick up my brush and use it firmly and gently on my hair to brush it out long and straight: my hair, the length of which I was now so girlilly proud of. And she brushed and brushed and brushed, silently other than for her soft breathing. And the sound of the brush through my lovely hair with the sound of her breathing and the scent of her, the scent she wore, aroused me to a slowly increasing height of uncertainty and excitement.

Again my instincts told me that I must not be the one to make the first move. Then my head-mind asked me, "the first move of what?" All that was happening was that Mi Li was brushing out my hair: something Mi Li had done for me, as I had for her, many times before.

But this was different. My cunt-mind told me that this was different. Static electricity was crackling in every brush stroke now, but it was nothing to the electrical charge I felt in the silent air between Mi Li and me, as she brushed and brushed and brushed my long light-brown locks.

Then Mi Li put down the brush quietly before walking away as I thought. I hung my head in despair that I had lost my battle to win her, and my beauty had failed me, and I let out my first gasp, as tears began to offer themselves as my only consolation.

But I was wrong. Mi Li was at my side, standing breathing at the right side of my face once more. I turned my head and this time there was no error of judgement by me, as Mi Li's full soft lips including her incredibly sensuous upturned broad-middled upper lip, shaped like a drawn-back Cupid's bow, were on mine and she kissed me long and gently, and I listened to the increase in her breathing as her lovely body took its full excitement from my complete girlness as she kissed me. And I was pouring my nectar onto my seat with her arousal of me.

We both knew that we must not make noise because the inside walls of the dacha were so thin. Mi Li put a pretty index finger on her pouting lips to remind me of that very fact as she gently bade me stand and lift off my tee-shirt.

When I was nude, she motioned with a pointed down index finger stirring motion, for me to turn slowly around before her, and I did so with joy to allow her to look over my complete and absolute girlness.

As I faced her once more, she lifted the hem of her micro-miniskirt, and I saw now the huge erection that was fighting to escape her panties. Even without her needing to bid me to, I lowered her panties slowly and enjoyingly down her pretty and very shapely legs, and watched her huge cock leap aloft in its full rigidly hard nine-inches, hymning the praises of my eroticism. The sexiness of my femininity had charged it to its full wanton thrusting desire for girl.

I took Mi Li's panties to her ankles, kneeling before her dainty body as if in prayer and worship to her as I did so. And by staying in a squat before her, I signalled my willingness to kiss her perfect penis, or be totally subservient to her desires in any other way that would pleasure her.

Mi Li lifted me by holding my fingertips in hers, and then led me to my bed. "Katterrina you lie on back head over edge bed", she whispered.

I willingly, but totally puzzledly, did as she bade, and was soon lying face up in the middle of my bed, by head uncomfortably over the edge of the side nearest Mi Li, my hair fallen down like the cascading rays of the sun.

Mi Li, her erection lowering slightly, but pulsing and throbbing excitedly again whenever she looked at my body, took my pillows and put them on the carpeted floor under where my head hung, or would hang were my neck not aching so that I fought to hold it horizontal with the rest of my body.

Mi Li now knelt on the pillows before my head still hanging over the side of the bed. She took my head and cradled me and then kissed me with a long lingering very wet kiss, that left my lovely lips shining with her mouth moisture.

I closed my eyes, knowing what was coming, as Mi Li put her penis to my mouth. I, of course, have three love orifices, but I had never ever given head to boy or girl before. Now, inside three seconds Mi Li's hugely erect cock was past my lips, past my flickering reluctant tongue, and pushing and thrusting deep into my throat.

I was gagging and choking as my throat was filled so that I could no longer breath. All Mi Li did now was to hold her penis deep in my mouth and hold the back of my head hard and immovably by my hair, so as to keep my throat in the straight line that enabled her to fully fill my mouth and throat with her huge prick. She did not make any move to make love to me as I longed for her to do.

Mi Li waited with her excited stiffly erect penis hard and full deep-down in my throat: waiting for the inevitable. And the full horror of my predicament dawned. And I fought to get Mi Li's penis out of my throat. And the more I fought the more she insisted with her hard holding of my head where she would have her prick for her pleasure. And I began to thrash my lovely legs as I fought to pull myself up the bed and off her prick as, to her undoubted further arousal and pleasure, I coughed and gagged and choked and fought with my tongue licking her erection to save my self from being choked by her cock. And I could not breath and my heaving to try and take a breath past her penis only sucked her deeper into me. And I began to kick and fight wildly and I heard Mi Li's moans of pleasure as my choking and coughing and fighting and threshing and the shaking of my head to rid my mouth and throat of her huge penis pleasured her. And I must bite her I must bite her or I must choke surely to my death as I threshed and thrashed and bicycled my divine leggy legs, and she held me hard and unrelentingly tightly with her penis rammed down my throat unyieldingly, and I must bite her. But I could not harm her she was so beautiful, so I bit lightly to show that I was so desperate that I must bite her to survive as I flung my long lithe lewdly lashing legs around fighting against being smothered with my face turned puce with my lack of air, as she held my head harder and tighter still, pulling on my hair to do so. And my desperate gentle bite was her final excitement, and her cum suddenly spurted in throbs into my throat as she gasped and moaned and then emitted one long last long groan of entire fulfilment of long lasted longing.

I was now freed and pulled myself onto my side on the bed coughing and wheezing as I could once more gulp air. And Mi Li had picked up her panties and was holding them at the end of a dainty finger as she opened my bedroom door and went out, only to put her head back around it again a split second later and blow me a loving kiss, mouthing "I love you!" with her perfect lips.