Chapter 12: New Year – Mistress Kat

Kendalynn was rummaging through
her old stuff. Well, old only because
she hadn’t had access to it for the last few months.
Her dresses, stylish
shoes and bags were all here, and she felt in Heaven
because of it. Using perhaps three different sets of clothes
while leaving with Mouse’s mom had been atrocious to her.
Thankfully, she had managed
to spin it as being eco-responsible at school, which
had humored the others well enough to leave her
alone and not picked on because of it. She wouldn’t have been able to preserve
her power otherwise.

Yes, getting all those clothes would come in handy. She’d
reintroduce them little by little, of course,
since she wouldn’t be able to just change
her outfit every
day and pretend that she wasn’t disregarding blatantly what she had said days earlier.
But having this veritable throve would bolster
her confidence. In fact, being back home already did wonder for it. Her aspirations were as grandiose as they had ever been, once more. She’d get to rule those
idiots at school and would keep it up once they graduated and moved to college.

But it wasn’t clothes she was searching for now. It was something a
lot more useful when it came to her
relationship with her Mouse. Now that she was back where she belonged, with him
now, she needed to prepare him. They had played gentle games, now it was time to up the ante and make sure
he knew that his Kat was an absolute ruler. Not that she didn’t talk
about what she was so desperate to
get her hands on, It was necessary for couples to endure that they talk a lot,
about a lot of things, and she had explained in details why what she had in mind was necessary.

“Are you sure it’s a good idea? I… I don’t like very much the sound of it” he nonetheless whined, making her sigh and shake her head – sometimes he could be so bone-headed!

“Yes, Jordan, I’m sure” she replied, perhaps a little harsher than
she had wanted to, but she was growing
tired of his fears. “I won’t hurt you… at least, not too much and it won’t
prevent you from going to school next
week as if nothing had happened. Or don’t you believe me when I tell you that?”

She stopped searching for her lost stuff and turned around,
putting her hands on her hips as she looked
down at the little teenager
sitting on the ground near her bed. God, he looks so tiny like that! It took a lot of willpower to not bite her lips
and jump on him just yet. She needed to make this day a unique experience for him – and her, if she was being honest.
She couldn’t just give in to her urges, even when he looked up at her with pleading eyes
like he did, full of doubts and fears and arousal. With a groan, she turned around,
leaning forward and probably offering
him a tantalizing view of her gluts,
muscular and well trained.

“See, you’re already liking it!” she chuckled when she heard him
gulp and then breaths quicker. “So don’t you worry your pretty little mind, I know what I’m doing!”

“I know you do” he replied, sounding really nervous. “I’m just not
sure I’m knowing what I’m doing...” She
sighed but didn’t answer, instead doing her best to occupy her mind with her
derrière, shaking it gently as she
was humming to herself. She was quite certain that those purchases had been
hidden away here, deep into her
closet, under old clothes and discarded boxes and bags. It drove the maids wild, but she had forbidden them to teach
it, and hopefully this policy hadn’t been lifted by her mom. Suddenly, she felt her hands closing
on something leathery
and cold, and a wicked
grin formed on her face.

“Finally!” she shouted,
turning round and producing the hose whip she had hidden away.

Kat looked straight at Mouse, who seemed to pale visibly but didn’t
move or said anything. His brown eyes were glued on her tool, and it made her chuckle a little. It was always
funny how her producing it always
had the same result, even if she had never used it on anyone until now. It was,
after all, something she had wanted
to preserve for her one true love,
or the person closest to this description. A part of her wondered if she had always had Jordan in mind, but
it didn’t matter much to her. She swirled the whip around,
enjoying the sound it made.

“I wonder
how it’ll sound when it’ll
slap your cute ass” she giggled,
looking at her Minor.

Mouse
squirmed deliciously as he followed the whip’s end with his eyes. It was
something she had been anxious to try
for a long time, but she hadn’t dared bought a new one while she lived with his mother.
It was too risky, and even if Jezabel had seen through
their attempts to hide their relationship, she didn’t believe she’d have accepted
that her son be involved
in something a little more physical and prone
to leave some marks. Coaxing him into accepting it would be long and arduous,
but she’d try it today, gently.

“You promise it won’t hurt too bad, right?” he asked him, squirming under the heavy blanket covering
his naked body, to preserve
it from the winter’s cold seeping into the old mansion.

“I promise, yes” she said, walking toward
him and then kneeling – even so, she was still a lot taller
than he was, crouching on the ground.
“It’s really that cold in here?”

“I’m naked underneath it” he replied, making her chuckle with how
indignant he sounded. “And it’s a lot colder
than what I’m used to.”

“That’s because your mom live in an apartment, not a house. A rather
small one, so heating it isn’t so hard.
This old place is a lot harder to keep warm in winter – but in summer, it
remains rather cool, really. You’ll get used to it, because we never had radiators and the likes installed here.”

“Well
you’ll need to have some” he mumbled, looking away from her. “Otherwise I’ll
die in mere weeks… it’s too cold and wet here for my asthma.”

Kendalynn almost swore, but managed to keep herself under control.
She hadn’t taken his illness into account.
Asthma was really something strange and unknowable for MAJORS. When they had
some physical ailments requiring
tools such as glasses, it was mostly because they saw too well – or heard too well in some cases.
Never because their bodies were too frail to sustain
normal effort but because they couldn’t endure
vastly superior amount of sensory
information. She’d need to convince
her mom that an electric radiator would be needed here.

“Fine, we’ll deal with it as soon as possible. I don’t want you to get sick, Jordan.”

He looked
startled at the use of his name and it made her smile. It was really
easy to forget it, she really loved to call him Mouse,
because compared to her,
and he was a mousey and easy target, a little prey,
when she was the big bad cat hunting him. But once in a while, it was
good to remind him that she loved him, Jordan Smith,
for who he was. She caressed
his face, leant
even more forward
as he got up slightly and they shared a deep,
passionate kiss. She broke it first, enjoying the look he gave her – clearly,
he craved more than that.

“I need to be careful with you my dear” she chuckled, “I know it.
But right about now, we won’t need to warm the room too much beforehand. I’m sure you’re
more than willing
to warm it with me, right? It would do us well,
some physical activity!”

He nodded enthusiastically, unable to give form to his thoughts on
this idea, which made her giggle even more.
She took him in her arms, heavy blanket and all, and put him on her king-sized bed. It could have
been a very uncomfortable situation, if she hadn’t put several hot water
bottles between the sheets and the
mattress, to warm it all real good. It was something she had learnt to do since
she was a little kid, because,
sometimes, even she found her bed cold during the long winter months. But she had been planning their afternoon ever
since they had set foot in her house, and Kat wouldn’t let something
as trivial as cold weather ruin it.

“Wha… what will we
be doing – the physical
activity I mean?”

“Oh Mouse!”
she said, bellowing a great laugh. “Sometimes I forget how cute you are, but you always find
great way to remind me! We’ll have sex, baby. Kinky sex. This beauty” she
added, producing the whip, “will grace your backside and ass while you’ll
treat me well down there.”

She
pointed at her crotch and chuckled once more when she saw him blushing. She let
out a huge smile on her face, showing
him her teeth, including her almost fang-like canine. She knew it was a rather frightening sight for Minors,
whose own dentition
had nothing of the sort – one more proof that MAJORS
were predators when Minors were prey in her book. She had taken time, however,
to make sure that her teeth actually
aroused him – not as much as her feet, but he knew what it meant, how good they would
feel on his skin.

“You see, my Mouse… Now that we are here… the possibilities for our
little games have grown a lot… My
mother always told me that whatever I do in my room is mine alone to deal with
and she won’t care about it
or its consequences, because a ruler need to be able to rule herself.”

As she said that, Kat languorously started to remove her skirt,
pushing it slowly down her long pale legs,
grinding each against the other in the sensualist way she knew off. It wasn’t
so hard, she had spent hours training herself
in front of a mirror.
No skill, no matter how peculiar or seemingly beneath
her had to be discarded, another lesson from her mother.
When she finally
stepped out of her skirt,
in her panty, socks and
blouse, she could tell Jordan was already really aroused, and it made her all
the more excited.

She caressed her jawline, then her neck, letting her free hand
descend toward the buttons of her blouse,
even as the other, holding the whip, came to rest near her hips, the tip of her
toy slapping gently against her hard
skin. It had been hard, to find such an antique, since horse were far too small to be rode by MAJORS nowadays. Still, some
still produced whips, since it allowed for a lot of kinky stuff, no matter the size of the partners.
A delicious shiver ran down her spine and Kendalynn had to remind herself that she needed
to be gentle with her Mouse.

She unbuttoned the first button and shook her head at Jordan when
she saw his little hands moving toward his little
dick. She would
have none of it. He’d pleasure himself
when she granted
him this right,
not on his own. She hadn’t trained
him well enough
as of yet, because she had lived
with his Mom and had needed to keep it down and play it
cool. Now, the only thing she had to be worried was to lose control and let her true temper rage on.
It was so easy to abuse him, the risks of hurting him were high, and she needed to keep it cool.

“You know, Mouse…
You can talk to me, tell me what you think of me, of my body, when I do that” she said, removing another button and
letting out a small sigh as her breasts felt a little less constricted – she wasn’t sure yet, but she suspected
that they had grown a little bit more recently, which made her feel
quite good. “I mean, you don’t have to force
yourself. But I would really like it, and you love to do something
I like, don’t you?”

“Yeah!” he shouted excitedly. “It’s just… you so gorgeous naturally,
and, and when you do that, well, it gets a little
hard to get my thought
in order and… and I want you so bad right now, but I know it isn’t my place to decide if it’s possible
and...”

She interrupted him with a crystalline laugh. He was so adorable
saying all this and being all agitated. She knew he craved a deep and tender
love, and she would give him that, but she was more of a tough lover. Still, it was good to see how
much of an effect she had on him and how their relationship had already taught him how to behave and think
when it comes to them fucking. She was in command of that, and she would never relinquish her hold on that. Still,
she would enjoy being soft and tender at times.
Today wouldn’t be one of those however, and she needed to prepare him for that,
otherwise he may well take fright and fly away.

“That’s so sweet Mouse” she purred. “But I think we need to make
some slight adjustments” she added,
opening her blouse slightly more and finally giving him a good view of her
blood red lace bra. “When it’ll be
just the two of us, here at home, you’ll address me as Mistress Kat, except if
otherwise instructed. Do you think you can do
that, Mouse? Hum?”

She cocked her head a little on her left side, smiling at him while
she slowly continued removing her clothes,
one button at a time, already flexing her abs underneath the blouse in
preparation of their upcoming reveal.
He gasped and looked at her mouth agape. During a second, she wondered if she had pushed him too far. He had his pride, after all, and she liked it, it was truly delicious
to see him fight
for his rights while also succumbing to her
will. When he finally spoke, she
listened with trepidation, hoping
that she hadn’t made a mistake.

“Mi…
Mistress Kat…. Does it… will we do something a little dangerous today?” he
asked, shaking underneath the blanket which still
covered him.

“Yes,
my mouse” she replied tenderly, extending her whip to caress his right cheek.
“I’ll be rougher than usual, and it
may leave bruises on you – not big ones, nothing threatening, but I’ll mark you
as mine for good. If any bitches try
to steal you from me at school, they know that Jordan Smith belong to me, and it’s all that matters, right,
Mouse? You belonging to me, and thus us together, having the time of our life.”

As she was talking, she had finished
unbuttoning her blouse
and she sensually removed it, rotating her shoulders
to let it fall from her back, exposing her perky breasts. They still weren’t a
hindrance when running, but if they
were indeed growing, they could prove to become one. But truth been told, she didn’t care much. There was some potential
to be used in being
forced to stop her track team affiliation because she had become too hot to be able to run correctly. She
felt a burning sensation in her loin and bit her lower lips as she got out
of her blouse.

“Would you remove
my socks, Mouse?” she asked – in truth,
an order.

She
extended her left foot toward him, easily maintaining her balance with just the other. Her breathing was quickening, she was really
getting into it and she couldn’t wait to pounce on him, to dominate him body and mind. Not storming
into his head and taking control of him was really hard, but she kept her focus. She wanted this first experience to be Bond-less, so she’d be able to know what he
could endure without being spurred or controlled. She let out a moan
nonetheless when she felt his small fingers on her leg, caressing it before removing
her sock gently.

“They are so beautiful… and they smell so good” he said to himself,
looking at her toes as she wiggled them for his benefit.
“Can I...”

“Yes, you may kiss my feet Mouse.
It won’t spare you the lash, however”
she said in a seductive
growl, once more caressing her cheek with the whip. “Nothing will.”

He
did as he was told and his soft lips touched her toes, each several time,
making her squirm a little. He was
always so gentle and careful when he did that, it was a powerful aphrodisiac
for her. She was starting
to develop her own form of foot fetish, or physical reactions
induced by his, she realized.
Every time she was in the
shower, she was transfixed by them now, and the lightest touch made her shiver, unleashing a sexual fever in her veins.
At first, he had made her really uneasy, but she had embraced it – it was just another display
of her superiority, after all.

“Don’t get too excited” she purred, removing her foot and firmly
planting it on the ground. “You have another sock to remove,
after all!”

She laughed loudly
when he repeated the same ceremonial. She almost didn’t
need to use accessories, really. Almost. But she liked it, she
liked the idea of it, the possibilities it opened for them. And she knew she needed to be careful in her first
use of them, but also assertive. It was too easy for one to lose track of what was truly working or
not in bed, after all. If she didn’t use the whip well enough today, Jordan could balk at harsher treatment later, or even find it unappealing to him, and it wouldn’t
do at all.

“There, much better” she said, mostly to herself, when he had
finished kissing her second foot. “All I need
now is to get out of those little panty and small bra and I’ll be with you,
Jordan. Do you mind if I take my time, it’s harder with just
one hand...”

“I could help you!” he offered, almost jumping at the opportunity,
another proof that he was simply adorable,
and she decided that she could be magnanimous; it wasn’t as if she would let it
become a bother, or even frustrate
her – he was well trained after all.

“Only my bra, okay? Panties are harder to remove for you, we both
know it, and I want to stay in the mood as much as possible!”

She turned
around and squatted,
allowing him to free her breasts. He had proven
remarkably adept at  it,
and in seconds she felt the constrains of her bra being lifted. Took a deep
breath, inflating her bosom, before
exhaling powerfully, almost as if she was trying to blow a candle. The bra
didn’t fell on the ground, since
the bra-straps were still over her shoulders, but just as she was moving to
remove them, she felt Jordan getting
up and pressing his body into her back, extending to do so himself. She gasped when his little rod touched her skin; it was burning
hot.

“Someone’s really eager”
she purred, letting
him do his duty since he was so
eager.

“Yes” he admitted, his voice steadier
than usual. “I want you, Kendalynn” he added, a little less audibly, but it was enough to send her into overdrive.

Her bra was barely falling
from her perky breasts when she turned,
pushing him with a yelp on the bed and straddling him. She didn’t talk, but
pressed her still covered pussy on his face and moaned when he started to lick and bit through her
panty. She squirmed and gasped, as the feeling of complete power over her little Minor lover coursed
through her veins. She was getting really wet, and she needed to remove her last garment and fuck him real bad. Still,
she also needed to reinforce some rules.

“Mistress Kat” she said between her gasps of pleasure, before
looking over her shoulder and letting the whip fall
on his exposed belly.

He yelped and trashed as a paler
mark formed on his skin. She watched
it closely, wondering
if she had drawn blood, but
the mark quickly faded. With a grin, she slapped him again, a little harder
this time and he let out a scream.
But she noticed
how his dick was hard, perhaps harder than ever and already
starting to leak pre-cum. A grin formed on her lips as she hit him for
the third time, this time on his inner
right calve. He trashed even more as she ground her pussy on his face, allowing
her juices to drown her own panty.

“You need to be punished when you aren’t obeying my rules, Mouse”
she said almost as an orgasmic moan. “I’m the one in charge,
I set the rules and you trash
them at the first chance
you get, you naughty boy!
Thankfully, I have my tools at hand!”

She hit him again with the whip, not harder than the second time.
She didn’t want to take too much chance
just yet. She needed to keep her domineering tendencies in check, if only a
little. Getting up and away from his
little mouth was one of the hardest things she had ever done, but she managed
it and quickly removed her panty. It
was soaking wet and she discarded it with a flick of her hand, throwing
it on the heap of dirty clothes
she’d have washed
as soon as possible. But right now, her lusty
mind was on the games she was planning for her Mouse.

“You like it, don’t you?”
she asked him rhetorically as she positioned herself so her beautiful tits would be just over his head. “You like it, when I’m in charge of everything.”

“Yes” he admitted, looking at her, transfixed.

“And
you like it when I hit you like that, because it reminds you of how powerful I
am, compared to you. How I could
hurt you really
bad if I wanted to...”

“Yes… It’s… it’s like, you can do anything to me, but I also know you won’t cripple
me so it’s… it’s a little exciting...” he replied, looking
slightly embarrassed.

“You call that a little?”

She
let herself descend somewhat more over his body, until the tip of his dick
touched her belly. He gasped and buckled a little, making
her giggle. She truly had quite a lot of power over him, and it made her
feel so damn great. She could have waited more, teased him more, but she
couldn’t take it anymore. With a
grunt, she positioned herself and put his puny penis into her hungry vagina.
She moaned when she felt him trying to move in rhythm with her, and in spite of herself, she found herself
allowing him to set their pace.

“Don’t get too used to it” she chuckled. “I’ll be taking command of
this whole thing soon enough, you better know it,
my itty bitty Mouse!”

He didn’t
answer her, seeming
too focused on their love-making. She felt his mind trying to Bond with hers, but she firmly forbade it. She
caressed his torso with her free hand, as she transitioned to an almost sitting position, most of her
weight resting on her legs and the hand holding the whip. She’d slap him with it some more, soon enough,
but for now she was content to let him weakly pound him. He was unable to fill her, of course, but having sex with a Minor was quite pleasurable, in fact far more than with a MAJOR,
since she hadn’t to constantly reassert her authority.

Moaning softly, she looked at her lover’s
face through half-closed eyelids. He was beautiful, and every now and then she was surprised to not have
noticed his attraction to her earlier. He was also fragile, unable to cope with her full weight. She
could probably crush him to death if she let herself go wild, and somehow, it made her really aroused. Control, I need to control my impulses! she
chided herself, as she felt her pussy
tightening on his dick. She gasped when he managed to reach a particularly pleasurable spot, wondering how he felt about
the whole thing.

Hopefully, he loved it. If he didn’t,
she’d make him change her mind. By any means necessary.