curiousity got the cat part 2 first training

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Chapter Eight: First Training

This is the last chapter of curiosity got the cat part 2. It is chapter 8 in the series. I am working on the next event of Linda’s foray into the bdsm lifestyle. I am self conflicted on the direction that I want to take it. I have several ideas of what I want Linda to experience but not sure as to how to incorporate it into the story line. I am open to suggestions.

Chapter Eight: First Training


At brunch, Robert and Linda talked about the usual things. Robert also mentioned that progress was being made with the big work project. Once the project was a done deal, it would be time for a trip—somewhere on the ocean. They both liked the Virgin Islands and had also enjoyed time in the Florida Keys.

Monday came and went without any fanfare for anyone. Donna and Linda got their workouts in, but other than that, they spent the rest of the day taking care of their own personal business.

Robert came home with a positive attitude and didn't bring any work home with him. He did tell Linda that he would be working very late again tomorrow, but that hopefully the late nights would be coming to an end soon—maybe even by the end of the month.

Tuesday morning rolled around, and the girls decided instead of going to the gym they would take an off day from their workouts.

Donna asked Linda if she had made arrangements with Robert to be home late. Linda let Donna know of Robert's plans, so she was set
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Late that afternoon, Donna told Linda to wear something casual and comfortable, as they would be changing at the club.

The girls got to the club shortly after 6:00 p.m. Donna wanted to get there early, as the dressing rooms would be less busy and more private. The girls put on their masks in the parking lot and, after signing a new NDA, headed to the dressing rooms.

Donna handed Linda her white outfit and new shoes. She helped Linda put the outfit on. Linda stood there, staring at her reflection in the full-length mirror. The open-cup bra lifted her breasts high, nipples bare and already stiff from the cool air and nerves. The crotchless panties framed her pussy completely—lips slightly parted, glistening faintly. She looked like a cheap whore. Guilt stabbed at her. Robert is working late tonight. He trusts me. And here I am, dressed like this, about to walk into a room full of strangers. Her stomach churned, but a traitorous heat bloomed low in her belly. Fear and arousal twisted together until she couldn’t tell them apart.

Another couple of ladies came in. One looked at Linda and said, “Oh yeah! A novice!”

Donna's reply was, “That's right—almost as pure as virgin snow!”

Once again, Linda felt objectified and degraded. The words landed like slaps, each one reminding her how far she’d fallen from the woman who once organized PTA bake sales.

Donna changed into her black dominatrix outfit, attached a collar and leash to Linda, and headed out to the club. Donna told Linda, “Tonight is going to be different. A live audience is completely different from a camera feed.”

On the way, Donna also grabbed her black carry bag, marked B6. The girls sat at Donna’s assigned table, which was bar height. The table was numbered and had a corresponding tag. Donna attached the tag to Linda's collar.

“This is so everyone knows where to bring you back to,” Donna explained.

Linda went to ask Donna a question, but Donna shut her up instantly and harshly. “I will tell you what you need to know. Other than that, you are not to speak unless spoken to.”

“This is ladies’ night. No men other than security.”

“You are dressed as a submissive. You are going to be expected to behave like one—following all orders from me or anyone I grant authority over you.”

As Linda sat down in one of the bar-height chairs, she crossed her legs in an attempt at modesty. The leather seat was cool against her bare pussy, making her flinch. She felt every eye in the room on her—judging, appraising, hungry. Guilt surged again. Robert would be heartbroken if he knew. Ethan would be ashamed. But the thought of eyes on her exposed body sent a fresh wave of heat through her core. Fear gripped her chest—fear of what Donna might do, fear of how much she might like it.

Donna reached into her carry bag and pulled out a black leather spatula paddle. She walked in front of Linda and gave her a quick but smart pop on the side of her ass.

The sting was immediate—sharp, burning, like a hot iron pressed to her skin for a split second. Linda yelped, the sound echoing in the room. The burn spread, warm and throbbing, making her shift in the chair. When she did, Donna gave her another sharp pop—this time on one of Linda's sensitive inner thighs. Fire exploded across the tender skin, radiating up toward her pussy. Linda gasped, tears pricking her eyes.

“Listen, cunt!” Donna scolded. “That twat of yours is to be kept at full display at all times!”

“Now set your heels on the foot support, spread your legs, and keep your toes pointed out. You have the prettiest pussy in the place, and I want everyone to see.”

Linda obeyed, legs trembling as she spread them. The air kissed her exposed folds, cool against the slick heat already gathering there. She felt every gaze in the room— all of these strange women locked on her open pussy. Guilt crashed over her like a wave. I’m betraying Robert. I’m betraying myself. But the fear only fueled the arousal. Her clit throbbed, begging for touch, and she hated how easily she caved in to desire.

A few minutes later, Donna tugged on Linda's leash and told her to get up. After Linda stood, Donna adjusted her posture—back slightly arched, shoulders back, tits thrust forward. “This is how you carry yourself here from now on,” Donna instructed.

Donna led Linda around the club. The two drew immediate attention at every table. At table 54, the dominant asked Donna how her pet's training was going.

Donna explained that while this was Linda's second time at the club, tonight was her first night of training.

“Oh, is this the one that was here the other week in leggings and a sports bra?”

Donna confirmed it was.

The dominant said, “Well, well. There's been a lot of buzz about her. Glad she made it back. May I have a look?”

Donna said, “Of course.”

“Okay, cunt,” Donna told Linda, “don’t disappoint me. Interlock your fingers behind your head and pull your elbows back. Give her a good view of your tits.”

Linda looked pleadingly at Donna. This resulted in a quick slap on the same side of her ass as earlier—sharp, burning, reigniting the earlier sting. Linda yelped, the sound cutting through the crowd noise, drawing stares.

She obeyed quickly, fingers locked behind her head, elbows pulled back, breasts lifted and offered. The dominant circled her, eyes raking over her body.

“She has a long way to go,” Donna said.

“How old is she?”

“42,” Donna replied.

“Wow, she looks 30. You must have found her at the gym.”

“No, but she does work out.”

“It’s going to be something to watch. Most subs are young and easy to train. With 42 years on her and set in her ways, breaking her will be challenging—and fun.”

“Isn’t that just the prettiest pussy?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Yep, and not only that—she has no control over it. Once she gets worked up, that thing gets so wet you need a mop!”

Linda felt completely degraded—reduced to an object for these women to discuss. Guilt choked her. Robert would never look at me the same. But her pussy clenched at the words, more juice sliding down her thighs. Fear and desire warred inside her, leaving her trembling.
Donna looked at Linda. “Tell the nice lady thank you for the compliments.”

Linda whispered, “Thank you.”

Before the words fully left her mouth, Donna smacked her ass again—same spot, same searing burn. Linda yelped, louder this time.
“That’s ‘Thank you, Mistress’ or ‘Ma’am.’ Try it again.”

Linda bowed her head. “Thank you, Mistress.”

Donna tugged the leash and continued around the club.

At one point, another dominant approached Donna and asked for a word.

Donna told Linda, “Go to our table and wait for me there.” She and the other dominant disappeared for a few moments. When Donna returned, Linda was seated as instructed.

Donna said, “I see you’re learning. Very good. Plans have changed for tonight. Come with me.”

Donna led Linda back to table 54.

Donna explained her change of plans and asked if the dominant would take control of Linda. She agreed quickly.
Donna handed over the leash. “This is Mistress 54. That is how you address her.”

The sudden shift terrified Linda. Who was this woman? What would she do? Where was Donna going? Fear clawed at her chest, but her pussy throbbed in response.

“What number is on your tag, cunt?”

“B6, Mistress 54.”

“Alright. Your name under my tutelage is Cunt B6. Understood?”

“Yes, Mistress 54.”

“Okay, Cunt B6. Let’s see how well you follow orders. Spread your legs, bend over, don’t bend your knees, and use both hands to spread your ass cheeks apart.”

The act was degrading—exposing herself to a stranger in front of a room full of people. Linda obeyed, bending, hands spreading her cheeks, cool air kissing her most private places. Shame flooded her but the exposure only stimulated her arousal.

Mistress 54 circled her, inspecting. “That little pussy of yours isn’t as wet as Mistress B6 described. But your ass is fantastic.”

She tickled Linda's asshole with a finger. “Has your mistress gotten around to this yet?”

Linda jerked upright.

“First mistake, Cunt B6. Answer my question!”

“Yes, Mistress 54. She played with it once with a small vibrator.”

“As you’re in white, there are limits to what I can do. But I have ways to punish mistakes. First, move your chair to the center stage—with my sub.”

Dread consumed Linda. She knew what was coming—displayed for the entire club. Fear gripped her throat, but her pussy pulsed with dark excitement.

They moved the bar-height chair to the stage. Mistress 54 said, “Spread your legs. Point your toes outward like your mistress taught you.”
“Next, interlock your fingers behind your head and pull your elbows back.”

Mistress 54 told Sub 54, “Suckle her tits until they’re aroused and hard.”

Linda wasn’t ready. A stranger’s mouth on her breasts? And a woman’s at that. She closed her eyes, trying to block it out.

“Open your eyes, cunt, and watch!”

Linda obeyed. Sub 54’s lips closed over one nipple, tongue swirling, teeth nipping gently. The sensation shot straight to her core. Her nipple hardened instantly. Sub 54 repeated it on the other. Linda’s breath came in short gasps, guilt warring with pleasure. This is wrong. I’m married. But her pussy started to glisten betraying her again.

Mistress 54 pulled out two nipple clamps.
Linda’s eyes widened in fear.

Mistress 54 opened one clamp and placed it on Linda’s left nipple, closing it slowly. Pain exploded—sharp, searing, like fire pinching her flesh. Linda’s head thrashed, a muffled scream through gritted teeth. After a minute, the process repeated on the right nipple. Tears streamed from her eyes, the burn radiating through her breasts, making every heartbeat agony.

Mistress 54 looked her in the eye. “Unless you want more pain, do as I say. Understand?”

Linda nodded frantically. “Yes, Mistress 54.”

“Now take your middle finger and make little circles over your clit. Keep playing until I say stop.”

Linda couldn’t believe it. Masturbating in front of a live audience? Shame choked her—Robert would never forgive me—but she obeyed, finger circling her swollen clit. Pleasure sparked instantly, hips twitching. She hated how good it felt.

Mistress 54 then directed her to insert two fingers into her leaking pussy, fucking herself while thumbing her clit.

The thick sucking sound of her plunging fingers filled the air. Juices streamed down her legs, puddling on the chair. The audience watched—eyes hungry, whispers spreading. Linda felt their gazes like physical touches, each one stoking her arousal higher. Fear, guilt, and pleasure collided until she couldn’t tell them apart.

Mistress 54 asked, “Ready to cum?”

Linda nodded feverishly.

Just as her climax was cresting, Donna appeared. Donna looked at Mistress 54. “Does she know what’s coming besides herself?”

Mistress 54 smiled. “I don’t think so. Want to help?”

Donna said, “I’m glad I’m not missing this. Absolutely.”

As Linda’s orgasm hit, Donna and Mistress 54 released the clamps simultaneously. Blood rushed back into her nipples—excruciating pain exploding through her breasts. Linda’s scream was raw, a mix of agony and ecstasy. Her body convulsed, pussy gushing, the pain amplifying the orgasm into something blinding. The room spun. She had never felt anything so intense.

When it passed, Donna leaned into her ear and whispered” That is what controlled pain can do and this is just the tip of the iceberg.”

It was just before 10:00 p.m. Donna told Linda it was time to go home. They returned to the dressing room and changed back into regular clothes.

Linda cleaned herself up—redness on her ass and inner thigh, but nothing too obvious. Her breasts were hypersensitive, but otherwise unharmed.

The girls didn’t talk much on the way home. Linda showered, got ready for bed. Robert arrived after she was asleep.
In the morning, Robert said he’d be home on time but would have another late night Thursday. Linda said she’d make his favorite dinner and they’d enjoy the evening together.

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Good chapter, can't wait for the next chapter.

[Jim927]

You’re doing great with this story. I can’t wait to see where you take us. Keep up the good work.

Jim