Most often in life, we carry around fears, and these fears, at unpredictable times, well up in terrifying intensity, only to turn out unfounded and leave us shaking with dizzy relief. We do things we shouldn’t do and say things that should have kept unsaid, and every so often, they lead us to face the dread of being discovered and demeaned for it. Our heart hammers, our hands sweat, and we pray inside that the images our mind conjures won’t come true. Mostly, we get off easy. But not always. The moment I opened the door, my worst fears were confirmed. My whole body felt consumed with flames of shame, and when the wide eyes of my colleague Melinda met mine, I thought I was surely going to faint. I couldn’t move, couldn’t speak. My slightly pudgy co-teacher, without hesitation, pulled a camera from her pocket and pointed it at me, and her words hit me like a whiplash. “Spread that kinky pussy for me and say cheese, slut!” I finally managed to rip myself from the hold of panic and looked over my shoulder at Cordelia. My tummy plummeted when she nodded at me. I pleaded with my eyes, but she shrugged apologetically and repeated the nod. “Why?” I wanted to ask her. I had worked alongside Melinda Brooktree long enough to know that she disliked me to the bone. She constantly rubbed my teaching methods into my face and left out no opportunity to get one over me in front of the other teachers. I couldn’t imagine what she’d do with such an incriminating photo. “Do it!” Melinda commanded. I was free-falling. But Cordelia had ordered it, and though it ripped me apart inside, I couldn’t refuse her. What if she pushed me away for disobeying her? The thought alone gripped my heart in ridged vices and squeezed with icy cruelty. My fingers trembled like mad when I parted my thighs lewdly and pushed my pussy lips apart to expose the rosy insides to the older woman. She giggled gleefully. “Smile, little whore!” My smile was pained, but it seemed to satisfy her. The flash went off once, twice, even a third time, before she stowed away the camera again and slowly entered my house. As soon as she was in, I threw the door closed and leaned my back against it. My legs were shaking so much that I slowly slid down until I sat on the floor with bent legs. “Fuck,” I murmured, “fuck, fuck, fuck!” My desperate rambling was broken by Cordelia’s voice, which was as sweet as ever. “Why don’t you crawl over here, pet? I think you have something of Mrs. Brooktree’s, and she should be allowed to get it back.” “Please!” I whimpered. “Please don’t make me!” But then the last part of her words sunk in, and my breath hitched. “Oh my god!” Cordelia just smiled at me and sat down on the edge of the table. She extended one lean leg and wiggled her lovely toes at me, the rainbow-colored nails sparkling in the sunlight that fell directly on them through the window. “I might let you kiss them and run your lovely little tongue all over them if you’re a good girl.” She giggled softly. “You’d get to spread your spittle all over them until they are shiny and wet. Come here.” The last two words felt like a leash, compelling me to follow her order, Blushing all over, mortified that my dark desires were revealed to my colleague, I awkwardly turned onto my knees and crawled across the living room floor until my head was just inches from my beloved’s beautiful toes. I heard fabric rustle. Something lewd and shameful was going to happen. Her big toe touched my lips and painted a trail of sparkles along it. She softly whispered, “Can you feel this tingle in your pussy too?” Just when she asked, I did. And I felt something else, fingers that suddenly brushed over my heated pussy, then nudged my lips apart and dug deeper as if searching for something. And they were searching, I knew that. I gasped when they pulled the intruder that had been lodged there since school out of me and left me with an empty feeling. kumköy escort bayan Melinda gave a delighted shout of joy. “Turn around, pet.” With flaming cheeks, I did. Melinda kneeled before me, stark naked, the huge nipples on her slightly sagging big boobies stiff like small cones, red islands in milky-white triangles of a bikini tan, her pussy, which was – to my surprise – crowned by a patch of neatly trimmed blond hair and shimmering with moisture at my eye level, and she held up a thick, short, wet carrot like a trophy. Her hand cupped my chin. “In case you’re wondering,” she told me with a gleeful expression on her lips, “this little carrot has been inside my own pussy for a whole day and night before I shoved it up your snatch.” Something brushed lightly against my pussy lips. A toenail! My hips jerked. Melinda giggled. “And now I’m going to watch you eat it. You’ve been such a bitch, and I can’t wait to watch your face when you take bite after bite, knowing that it’s been soaked in my pussy juice.” The gleam in her eyes made wave after wave of shame roll all over me, but Cordelia’s pretty toe wiggled its way inside my pussy before I could think too much about it. “Show her what a dirty slut you are, my pet, do it for me,” Cordelia’s melodic voice whispered. I couldn’t believe myself. But I parted my lips and leaned forward to where Melinda held out the humiliating vegetable, and accompanied by her giggle, I closed my lips around it and bit off a piece. “You’re the biggest slut I’ve ever met,” she told me while she watched me chew. “That she is,” Cordelia said from behind me and flicked her toenail against my clit. “But she is my slut, and it’s fun.” Yes, I was. I crunched the piece of carrot between my teeth. I couldn’t taste anything but my own pussy on it, but the knowledge of where it had been was enough. My skin burnt with embarrassment. I took another bite and watched Melinda finger herself right in front of me while she, in turn, watched me eagerly debase myself like this. How could I ever look her in the eyes again at school? And what would she do with the photos? If she showed them around, my career was over. Cordelia started fucking me with her big toe, and my hips rocked with a matching rhythm. I had to engulf Melinda’s pudgy fingers with my lips to tug the last piece of carrot from them with my tongue. They tasted of sweet, honey-scented soap, and she let me struggle a bit until she released it. She came, panting hard, purring. And Cordelia’s toe withdrew, leaving me horny and unfulfilled and full of shame. Melinda dressed again and left with a wink to me and a thank you to Cordelia. “Oh god!” I whimpered when the door had closed behind my colleague. “Why did you let her do that?” “Because,” Cordelia whispered into my ear, having kneeled down next to me, “it embarrasses you. Not just now, but every day at school too. You look so sweet when you’re embarrassed.” Her fingernail travelled up the inside of my thigh. “You want to look sweet for me, don’t you?” “Yes,” I whimpered weakly. “See, and you’ll look even sweeter before the day is over. But it’s time for your surprise now. Stand up.” * * * * The shiny red latex suite was a work of art – a lewd, perverted kind of art, but art nonetheless. It clung tightly to my skin, making me feel completely naked, and in a way, I was. My hands and feet, arms and legs were sheathed in smooth, hot latex, as was my tummy, but the parts covering my breasts, pussy and ass had been conveniently left out. Cordelia had made me wear a pair of incredibly high heels, so high I could barely walk in them. The part of the suit that wrapped around my hands had no fingers, only some stiff padding on the underside, and I had had to form fists to fit my hands inside. There was some stiff cushioning over the knees as well. But that hadn’t been all. There also was a latex kumköy escort hood that left my face free, adorned with a pair of pointed ears. She had nodded sagely at me at my inquiring gaze, confirming my unspoken question and propelling my thoughts back to the night at Natalie’s gallery and to the kitty-woman I had seen there. A warmth had spread between my legs at the reminder. Then I had been told to bend over, and I had watched from the corner of my eyes as she pulled a long red hose from her sports bag. Only, it was no hose. It ended in a black, slightly pointy rubber cone that widened in the middle, and its meaning became clear. I stood bent over, trembling with embarrassment and arousal while she ran the black cone through my pussy’s folds to coat them in the moisture she found copiously there. Then it pressed against my sphincter, and with a soft but unwavering pressure, she slid the plug of the artificial cat’s tail into my bum. I gasped and whimpered, and I instantly felt bloated. The feeling brought fresh shame to my cheeks. “Stand upright,” she had ordered, and when I had done so, she fixed a shiny red collar around my throat, from which a rubbery leash dangled. She had finished my outfit by painting the tip of my nose black with halloween makeup and gluing plastic whiskers to my nostrils. My eyelids got painted dark red and the corners of my mouth continued upwards in two cat-like, grinning lines. I looked at myself at the reflection in the mirror across the hall. I looked more than a cat as the woman at Natalie’s had, but at the same time, I looked much more obscene than she had. I knew that I shouldn’t be feeling the heat between my legs so intensely. When Cordelia had handed me the latex coat, my heart had started a drum roll. This left no doubt. Whatever her plans were, they involved another public outing. I could only pray that she hadn’t invited more people who knew me. I had put on the cloak and followed her to her car, glad that it was already getting dark and hoping with all my heart that I would encounter none of my neighbors. I had been lucky. * * * * But now, feeling lucky was farthest from my mind, as I crawled over the pavement towards Natalie’s gallery, terrified that some cops may catch us like this and lock me up. My coat was safely stowed away in Cordelia’s car, so my breasts dangled obscenely and my pussy and ass were visible for anyone who cared to look as I awkwardly followed my beloved’s insistent pull on the leash. Natalie met us at the entrance, dressed in an elegant, burgundy evening gown and wearing flat, open-toed sandals, and hugged Cordelia, greeting her with tiny kisses to each cheek. “I am so happy that you could make it,” she sing-songed while her hand rested too far down and back on my beloved’s back to be considered decent, “and that you have brought along your pet. She looks adorable.” “She does,” Cordelia said and reached down, putting a finger under my chin and lifting it so I was looking straight at Natalie. “Why don’t greet our host properly?” “Good ev…” A strong yank on the leash made me gasp and stop. “Silly thing,” Cordelia admonished me, “cat’s don’t speak, obviously!” She glared hard at me, then her eyes roamed lower, and with a fluttering feeling in my stomach, I realized what she wanted. Natalie had propped one foot up on its heel and was wiggling her burgundy-painted toes teasingly. My eyes got as big as saucers, and my cheeks twitched in panic. She wasn’t expecting me to do that here, outside, where anyone could see? But she nodded sharply and my stomach plummeted. People dressed in fine clothes were already lining up behind us. My heart hammered like mad and my breath raced, but the longer I waited, the more witnesses there would be. My whole face was covered in tropic heat, but I leaned forward and ran my tongue wetly all over the eastern beauty’s toes, tasting Escort kumköy the familiar mix of gritty, sweaty sweetness and feeling my pussy juices greet the shaming act with a burst of wet joy. Natalie didn’t move her foot away, and after a few seconds, broken by an impatient clearing of Cordelia’s throat, I wrapped my lips around them, one by one, and caressed them just as I loved to do with Cordelia’s. A male voice in the crowd behind us exclaimed, “Oh my god! Look at her!” and a female voice gasped in astonishment, “Wow! What a kinky slut!” Finally, when they were all glistening with my spittle and my tongue had roamed over every patch of skin in between, Natalie pulled back and ushered us inside. We entered the same ballroom we had been in before. A few people were already inside, standing in small groups, sipping champagne from elegant flutes and talking animatedly. But one after the other, they spotted me, and their conversations ceased while my cheeks started to burn badly. Yet I had no choice but to crawl after my beautiful student in my humiliating costume, pulled by the leash and mortified at the unconcealed stares. Cordelia picked up a flute from a table near the entrance and strolled across the room, waving at a woman I didn’t know. She joined the group there with short hugs, greeting them all by name, and they appeared delighted to meet her here. As always, here mere beautiful presence instantly caught all the people around her, men and women alike, and made her the center of attention. Or would have, I surmised, while I tried not tremble at the strangers’ inquisitive and, for the most part, lustful stares. “Who’s your friend?” A younger woman wanted to know, pointing at me. “My pet?” Cordelia answered with a coy grin. “She’s actually my teacher.” She waited for a moment until the gasps of excited outrage had faded. “Today, though, she’s just kitty girl.” “She’s a cute kitty,” that same woman stated, looking at me with calculating eyes. “Can I pet her?” Cordelia giggled. “What kitty doesn’t like to be pet? Of course you can, Andrea!” The young woman, Andrea, didn’t need to be prompted twice. She crouched down in front of me, and a second later, her fingernail were softly tickling me under the chin. At first, it felt embarrassing and strange to be touched like this. But when she kept up the caress, tilted her head and whispered softly, “Here, kitty, kitty,” something inside me gave way. Something primal, something inside me with no concept of morals or conduct, took over, and I let myself fall into my role, embrace it and become kitty-girl. My neck arched and my eyelids tried to flutter shut. A soft purr escaped my throat before any conscious thought could prompt it. The others had started to talk among themselves, but her eyes had never left my face, and she was instantly aware of what was happening with me. With a coy smile, she held her outstretched hand in front of my face, and I knew what she wanted. There were no second thoughts. My tongue sneaked out, and I eagerly licked the palm of this woman I had just met. I tasted sweet, flowery soap, hints of the sharper flavor of sweat, and the sweet, fruity aroma of champagne she must have spilled. I purred again, then licked across her palm in a different direction, and she giggled in delight. Andrea got more daring. She sat down with crossed legs, not paying any heed that she might be getting her expensive dress dirty on the floor, and while one hand resumed scratching my chin, her other hand reached under me and drew a gasp from me when it cupped my naked breast. A wave of embarrassment shot through me, and I looked up at Cordelia, searching for some kind of reaction in her face, but while her eyes rested on me for a moment, she didn’t give any indication that she had noticed my pleading look, falling back into a giggling conversation with the others. The hand started to massage my breast and twirl my nipple, and while some shameful part of me wanted to hide behind Cordelia’s legs, her disinterest in my plight told me that this wasn’t what she expected. And I couldn’t escape the delicious feelings that Andrea’s knowing touches evoked. My purrs got louder and more throaty.