Mistress of the Damned

“Look at me, honey,” Logan said and I twisted my head, not moving anything else as I looked around my legs to where they stood in the shadows. More clicking. “Bite your lip.”

More clicking.

“Okay,” Jesse said, more breathless than last time. “Take your hand and put it between your legs. Touch yourself.”

“Touch?” I gasped, my voice strangled as I tried to talk through the awkward pose, my hand was frozen halfway between my legs.

“Yeah, honey,” Jesse crooned, the clicking slowing down. “I want you to touch that wet pussy.”

“But I…?” I looked from Jesse to Logan, who stood with his arms crossed, that tent in his pants obvious even from here. Good. Logan always told me that meant I was doing a good job. “I’m not supposed to touch myself.”

“Don’t touch too much then, El,” Logan said, stepping into the light. “Point to your cunt if that’s all you want to do.”

I nodded and moved to do what he asked, the clicking of the shutter almost overrun by the hissed whispering of the two men.

“Touch it, El,” Logan urged when he could see me hesitating, and I quickly jumped to attention.

Trailing my fingers over the tight skin of my inner thigh, I tiptoed toward the opening that I had never touched before. I had never been allowed to. I didn’t even know what to expect.

With the first touch of wet against my finger, I nearly jerked. That same warm need that I felt when Logan looked at me filled through every bit of me. I could have sworn my skin was covered with Logan’s warning pinches.

I don’t know what it was, but I wanted to touch myself. I wanted to explore. I pressed my lips together and pulled my hand closer, wanting to see how much I could get away with. Logan had given me permission after all.

I didn’t even care that they were watching. I would take the audience for a moment of this.

“Okay, honey,” Jesse snapped when it was clear I had gone too far. “Now, stand up and grab your ass. Spread those cheeks and turn to me. Now smile. Pull your fingers in closer to that beautiful pucker. Closer… closer…”

I followed each of his instructions, my breathing getting harder and harder to accommodate as that rollercoaster kept racing. As my stomach kept clenching.

“Enough.” Logan roared, and I stood up as though I had been slapped. His loud steps came closer as I stood still, staring at the back wall as I felt all of that wet and want pool between my legs.

“Let’s do the chair. Before someone gets too naughty.” That last part was a whisper just for me and I turned, but Logan smiled, his mossy eyes darker than usual. “Be careful El, or I’ll have to punish you later.”

Punish me. Oh lord. It had been far too long since he had had to do that. My ass cheeks clenched all on their own.

I swallowed, shivering where I stood as he stepped away, grabbing an old folding chair and dragging the obviously heavy crate over. I watched him, eyes wide as he instructed me to sit, and threw open the lid of the crate.

“Have at it.” He chuckled and walked back toward the still clicking Jesse.

“What am I supposed to do?” Why was my voice so shaky?

“Sit in the chair,” Logan said, the two of them moving closer. “Spread your legs, and start going through the chest. See what’s in there for you.”

The room was lit up like the sun when it streamed through my window. It was bright and painful, but right then I could have sworn they had thrown me in the trunk and locked the key. Nervous fear gripped me as I lowered myself into the chair, my wetness spreading over the seat as I sat.

The clicking turned furious for a second.

“Show us what you find in there, honey,” Jesse said and I leaned forward, grabbing the first thing I saw.

It looked like a tail I saw on a cat once, all fluffy and soft, except it was pink for some reason. I ran my hands down the tail before holding the cold metal end in my palm, the shiny surface shaped like a top.

“What is this?” I asked, flipping it over as if it would have some instructions written on the bottom. But the thing was round and shiny, no sign of writing in sight.

“It’s a tail,” Logan said. He was standing behind the photographer now and I could barely see him. “That shiny part goes up your ass, El. It turns you into a kitty cat.”

“A kitty for a perfect pussy,” Jesse said and they both laughed.

Everything from my waist down clenched as I looked at the slick cold of the knob in my hand, imagining how it would feel as it slid inside of me. How I would look with a tail.