3 months later.

Hi. My name is Jenny and I am… fuck. I am not even sure anymore.  Confused, perhaps. It’s complicated… I used to know. I used to be normal, whatever that is. Dated boys. Had boyfriends. I wasn’t exactly vanilla but it wasn’t daily porn shows or anything like that.  Never seemed to last, though. Never was sure why. And then I met Violet…

Serendipity, really. She started working at my favorite drive-thru fast food place and Something about her just… I can’t even describe it. She’d leave me wanting. Her voice. The way she popped her ‘p’s, making it feel like a kiss the way her tits strained against her uniform blouse. I was smitten, admiring her from afar as I made it a habit to stop for a diet Pepsi and fries on a daily basis. And then, one day…

It snowballed from there. I got addicted. I became her dirty girl. Her slut. Her plaything. Her toy. It got out of control and I loved how out of control it got. Her friend Amber got involved and they introduced me to a me that I had no idea existed, unlocking and awakening desires that I couldn’t even imagine.  Nothing was off the plate. Amber liked to hurt me. Violet liked to humiliate me. But then, one night, it all got a little overwhelming and things changed. Not in a bad way. The very opposite.

We sat down and talked. Not for like an evening. It was a conversation that lasted a while and I felt something inside me change again. I wanted this.  I wanted to go deeper. But I needed to know that they wanted that too. Not just Violet, but Amber too. Which brings me to here and now.

Hi. My name is Jenny and I am a dirty girl. Miss Violet’s dirty girl. And a slut.  Amber’s slut. And I am the happiest I’ve ever been.

oOo

I lay with my head on Violet's bare thigh. Curled up against her on her bed while she read off her phone. Except for my collar, I was naked. I usually was. Miss preferred me to be naked around the house. I did too, to be honest. It was beginning to feel natural. She sat, propped against the headboard and a couple of pillows, her legs spread slightly, one knee bent.  She played with my hair with her free hand. Just running her fingers through it like one would a pet.

She was dressed for bed. It was late, after all. A pair of lavender hipsters and a loose tee with ‘love’ printed across her perfect pert breasts while I snuggled against her, trying not to disturb her too much, but growing curious as her hand moved from my head to between her legs, her fingers trailing over her panties.

“Watching porn?” I ventured, rolling onto my back so I could gaze up at her face.

“Reading a dirty story,” she replied, glancing down at me, the corners of her lips quirking into a smile.

“What’s it about?”

She looked thoughtful and then put her phone down, turning slightly towards me.

“A girl who likes to pretend she’s a kitten while her mommy’s not home. She has kitten ears and a kitten tail and a collar with a little silver jingle ball on it. She runs around the house purring and batting a yarn ball and getting into mischief. And masturbating. She’s a horny little thing. Reminds me of you, pet.”

I felt myself blush a little. While I enjoyed how Violet treated me, I still embarrassed easily, something she was well aware of. I watched as she regarded me, her dark-eyed gaze focused on my bare tits. She shifted again, caressing my hair once more.

“You’d make a cute kitten. Maybe we’ll have to get you some ears. Would you like that?”

I did my best to make a purring sound, and she let out a soft snort.

“Want to hear what happens?”

I must have had a blank look on my face. She laughed.

“To the girl in the story, silly.”

“Oh. I guess?”

“One day her mommy catches her and…”

She paused, and licked her lips and then raised her hips and pushed her panties down around her thighs, tapping her mound firmly with her index finger.

“Tongue, dirty girl. Just the tip. No hands. Be my little kitten.”

Lifting my head, I tried to purr again. I think this time, it was more credible.

She quickly removed her panties, tossing them to the side, lifting her other knee into the air. Then she spread her legs wider, making room for me to crawl between her thighs.

“Make mommy feel good.”

The mommy thing was new. A new way to embarrass me, at least. It worked, too, not that it mattered. I was too intent on being a good girl for her to think about it too much. I crawled between her thighs and lay on my tummy, my face as close to her pussy as I could get it without actually touching. And then I began to lick, using just the tip of my tongue like she’d directed. I traced along her outer lips, wetting my tongue tip inside her to get a taste of her wonderful juices. And then, I circled her clit slowly. Daintily. Pointing my tongue so it was just the tip. She rewarded me with a trembling sigh, her hand slipping through my hair again, making a mess of it as she petted me.

“Good kitty,” she cooed. "Lick mommy’s pussy.”

Feeling inspired, I pressed my mouth to her clit and tried to purr again, trying to make my lips vibrate against her sensitive button. It seemed to work as she raised her hips in response and moaned for me.

“Fuck.”

Giggling, I went back to licking, deciding to take my time and make it last for her. I’m not sure when Amber started watching. At some point I noticed her standing in the doorway, bright blue eyes focused on us as she licked her lips. She was wearing a lacy black bra and jeans that were partially unzipped. I spared her a smile, which she returned, before continuing to pleasure Violet’s dripping wet snatch.

“That’s it. Oh, god, Mommy’s going to come,” she gasped, her back arching as her lips lifted from the bed. I felt her fingers gripping my hair, tangling it as she forced my face against her pussy as she gasped again and came all over my face. I began to lap at her eagerly, sucking on her and filling my mouth with as much of her cum as I could, swirling it around with my tongue before swallowing it.

Eventually, she was able to speak again.

“Such a good girl,” she murmured. I could see her pleased smile from where I lay, and returned it, then glanced at the doorway, curious to see that Amber had left sometime during my performance.

“Come up here, dirty girl.”

Purring again, I crawled up over her body and lay my head on her chest, closing my eyes as she continued to pet me. It felt nice. I felt… loved. Not that first time in the last three months I had used that word to myself. Not out loud. Never out loud. But I had thought it and it filled me with warmth. Purring again, I kissed her nipple and then, unable to fight the impulse, I began to suck on it, suckling on her like a kitty might, the tip of my tongue flickering until she let out at a shuddering moan and reached between her thighs once more, driving herself to another orgasm while I feasted on her nipples.

oOo

“You look like that cat who got the cream,” Amber teased me the next morning, making me blush and mumble incoherently.

I should mention that our living arrangements had changed. We’d all moved out of our apartments and rented a house in the suburbs. Together. It made sense with as much time as we spent together and it was cheaper this way.

From the outside it looked like all the other houses on the street. An older two-story with a fence and an oak tree and a flower bed on either side of the stairs going up the front porch. I needed a paint job, but the landlord had promised to take care of that ASAP which probably meant sometime next year if we were lucky.

It came with three bedrooms and two full baths. Violet and Amber each had their own room. Technically, I did too. Not that I ever slept in it. I either slept in Violet’s or Amber's. Sometimes we all slept in one bed. I preferred it that way, honestly.

We were seated at the table. I’d gotten up early and made eggs and bacon. Not that I was expected to. We shared chores. Violet didn’t want to make me feel like I was their maid or cook or servant, not that I would have minded, but she insisted and I think it worked better that way, honestly.  We even had a chore wheel to make sure that everyone did their part.

Like I said, I’d gotten comfortable being naked, so while Amber sat across from me dressed in shorts and a tee, except for the black leather collar locked around my throat, I was naked.

Eventually, Violet finally joined us, pouring herself a cup of coffee before taking a seat next to me. He was wearing a purple robe held closed with a tie.

“Morning Ambs. Morning, Jenny.”

“I got an invite to a party weekend after next. I think we should go,” Amber announced before finishing off a second strip of bacon. “Costume party. With a theme. I already have some ideas.”

“Oh?”

I giggled at Violet’s raised eyebrow and settled back to listen.

“Letting out your inner animal.”

I couldn’t help but notice Amber’s smirk in my direction. Meeting her gaze, I smiled shyly and then did my best to purr. I think that, with enough practice, I’d be able to do a credible job.

Violet rolled her eyes and laughed, her hand resting on my bare thigh, caressing me with the tips of her nails, raising goosebumps up and down my legs and arms.

“How ‘adult’ is it? On a scale of one to ten?”

“Eleven.”

Both girls turned to me, regarding me thoughtfully as I felt tensed and tucked my bottom lip between my teeth, my gaze focused on my Miss’s hand as it glided up and down my thigh. I thought about the house party we’d gone to. The one they’d intended for me to be a party favor. It has been… too much. Things just felt too out of control that night. It has led to a lot of conversations and boundaries and, more importantly, power of veto on my part.

Not that I didn’t like the feeling of being out of control or being pushed to my limits. I’d actually been missing being trotted out as their pet slut. But we all realized not to push me too far too fast.

I finally broke the silence.

“I’d like to. It sounds fun.”

And so it was settled. In two weeks, we were going to a party and Violet was going to dress up as a sexy raven, Amber was going to be a sexy snake. As for me? I was going to be their kitty. Let the shopping fun commence!

oOo

Some things had changed. And some hadn’t. My collar had become a permanent thing now. Not just for play. I wore it everywhere I went. It even had a place to affix a name tag, although that was just for inside the house, since the only name tags Violet had made up for me read ‘dirty girl’, ‘toy’, and ‘slut’.

Even though I didn’t need an excuse to see her now that we were living together, I still kept up my habit of going through the drive-thru. It gave us both something to look forward to and it was fun. Not to mention it often led to other things.

“Can I take your order?”

“Diet Pepsi and fries,” I replied, trying to keep from giggling as I glanced I the mirror, making sure my newly purchased ears were on straight.  White and pink kitten ears. They were cute and furry and, hopefully, kind of sexy. That’s what I’d been going for when I bought them. I hoped Violet agreed.

The line was a little long today, giving me time to play with myself a little before reaching the window. Of course I left the hem of my skirt up so she could see how wet my Hello Kitty panties were. They’d been an impulse buy, one that, until now, I’d been too embarrassed to share with either her or Amber.

“Diet Pepsi and fries.”

‘P’s were popped, and my drink was transferred as she leaned forward a little extra, letting me admire her cleavage and giving her a good look into my car. I blushed as she raised her eyebrow as I spread my legs a little more so she could get a good look.

“Ketchup?” she finally asked, not even waiting for my answer as she slipped a couple of packets into my bag along with a folded square of paper.

“Have a delightful day,” she said with a wink and a smile.

I drove off. Just around the corner, I parked the car, leaving the engine running. Unable to wait until I got home, I fished her note from my bag and unfolded it.

Send a panty shot to Eric and Stewart.

Normally, nothing too crazy. Not for me, at least. Not anymore. Of course, my choice of panties made it a little more humiliating. Still, there was nothing go do about that. Good girls always did as they were told.

I pulled my skirt up around my waist and took a selfie my Hello Kitty panties, sending it to the good-looking black man I’d met when he’d fucked me at a glory hole and the Lyft driver that Violet had whored me out to in exchange for fare.

I really have become a slut…

Eric’s reply came fairly quickly.

Damn, girl. Kinky.

Smiling, I sent him back a little heart on fire emoji. Stewart was probably driving. I figured he’d get back to me when he could. I fingered myself a little through my panties before heading home, still sporting my kitty ears on top of my head and practicing my purr while listening to Sabrina Carpenter with the windows down while snacking on fries.

oOo

One of the requirements listed when we were looking for a place to rent: a basement. Amber had insisted, and I had backed her up. Not like we needed the extra space for storage. She just wanted to put together a proper dungeon. She already had the horse that she’d tied me to and spanked me on, as well as the cage that Violet had borrowed that once. There was also a set of stocks and a St. Andrew’s cross, neither of which I’d yet experienced. I’d already told her I wanted fix that in the near future.  Her smile left me with soaked panties.

Since we’d moved in we’d done some shopping. Together. It was a little overwhelming how much bondage furniture was available online. Some of it was kind of pricey. Since we were on a budget, some of the more tempting choices were passed on. Eventually we settled on a padded bondage bench that I admitted I wanted to break is as soon as it arrived.

The door, of course, was kept locked and Amber had the only key. Not even Violet was allowed down without supervision, which I found rather hilarious until she brought up the subject of a chastity belt once more. After that, I wisely kept my mouth shut.

And then, one afternoon, my curiosity overpowered my common sense and I went down a rabbit hole on a porn site and changed my mind.

“Can I… talk to you about something, Miss?”

She was seated on the couch, with me sprawled across it, my feet on her lap. Earlier she’d handed me a pair of cute sky blue panties with Tinkerbell on them and told me to put them on. She’d bought me a pack of Disney-themed panties shortly after the Hello Kitty incident, much to my embarrassment and chagrin. I also had on a plain white cotton tank that was too small on me to be comfortable.

“I feel ridiculous,” I’d complained.

“But you look so cute,” she’d teased.

Hopefully she’d move on to something else soon. Like what I’d decided to bring up just now.

She muted and paused the tv and gently stroked my feet, waiting patiently while I obviously was getting my courage up.

“Whenever you're ready,” she said, her smile so tender that it made my heart melt a little.

“I… was looking…”

This was a mistake. I already knew that. I knew that before I’d even opened my mouth in the first place. It didn’t matter. I’d started obsessing about it a little and I couldn’t help myself.

“Do you remember… you said…”

I sighed as she began to caress my ankle with feather-light strokes that both relaxed me and sent shivers up my legs.

“I said,” she prompted.

“You threatened to… get me a… chastity belt?”

Violet laughed. Not mockingly. It was a nice laugh, and I smiled shyly up at her, all too aware that there was a damp spot growing over the crotch of my Tinkerbell panties.

“I remember, pet. Why?”

Sucking on my lower lip, I covered my eyes with my hands and kept silent, hoping that she’d lose interest and turn the tv back on.

Instead, he kept moving her hand intimately up my leg, past my knee.

“Is this something you’d like to try, Jenny?”

Was it? Now that it was out there, I wasn’t so sure. Never mind. I was sure. Sure that it was a terrible idea. Sure that I wanted to turn the clock back and never have brought the subject up. Sure that I was going to regret today for a very long time. 

I opened my mouth, and all that came out was, “Maybe, Miss?”

“Ok, dirty girl,” she said, and then she hit play, and we continued to watch our movie. Pretending like the conversation had never happened. “We’ll talk about it more, if you’d like. We agreed to take things a little slower, after all.”

“Thank you.”

That had been on a Wednesday.

oOo

Amber had to attend a family event thing on Saturday. One she wasn’t too thrilled about. 

“My family sucks. I’d much rather stay home and play with you,” she pouted. That made two of us.

“Not going to miss much,” Violet chimed in. “We’re going to go shopping for the party. Still on for next weekend?”

“Still on. Have fun.”

oOo

Violet was having a little too much fun dressing me. Not that I minded. I’d discovered I enjoyed her attention. And I liked looking sexy for her. And I liked the way she looked at me and touched me and talked to me while she picked out an outfit that both pleased her and wouldn’t get me arrested for indecent exposure.

I also enjoyed that she put the same care and thought into picking out something to wear for herself.

“Let me look you over, Jenny.”

I did my best to relax as I stood in front of her, watching as she appraised me from all sides. Admiring her at the same time. She looked perfect. It wasn't like her tits were big, but she always wore tops that showed them off perfectly. The buttons straining, drawing the eye to her cleavage and, right now. Her nipples, since she hadn’t bothered with a bra. Or panties either.

She’d somehow managed to force her legs into leather pants that looked like they’d been painted on and ankle boots with enough heel to make her noticeably taller than me.  Her dark hair fell loose past her shoulders and she’d darkened her eyes with makeup and applied a soft pink shade to her lips.

I wasn’t wearing a bra either, but she had picked out a pair of white cotton panties with a flower print and trimmed with dainty lace. I’d stood perfectly still as she’d fitted me with a white V-neck sweater, making sure each and every button was done up. It was snug and the material rubbing against my nipples every time I took a breath was already threatening to drive me crazy.

My skirt was obscenely short, a royal blue pleated number. My white slip on white Vans completed the outfit. She’d found a ribbon that matched my skirt to tie my hair into a ponytail and carefully applied bright red lipstick, knowing that it would draw people's attention to my mouth.

“You really are a pretty girl,” she praised. Making me blush shyly, knowing she wasn’t just saying the words. That she meant them.

“Thank you, Miss,” I mumbled shyly, reaching out for her hand. Without a word, she laced her fingers between mine and squeezed.

“Checking in. You’ve been adjusting, ok? Up here?” She gently tapped the side of my head.

“I think so, Miss.”

I shyly rubbed my head against her hand and practiced my purr. “I like being with you. Amber too. Even if she scares me sometimes.”

She chuckled at that. “Me too. I mean. I like being with you and Amber. Even if she scares me a little too.”

oOo

We spent the day shopping, pausing in the middle of the day for enchiladas. By the time we got back to the house, we’d completed our costumes as well as finding Violet a new pair of tennis shoes and me a new nightie that she thought looked hot on me. I wondered how much use it would get, the way my clothes usually ended up on the floor pretty quickly.

“You're going to make a very sexy kitty girl,” she teased on the way home, her hand resting on my thighs as she drove. “Going to be hard to keep my hands off of you.”

“Good,” I said, my smile sincere.

oOo

It seemed like a good day to do chores. Violet decided that she’d put too much effort into dressing me for me to undress again, so I just got to work dressed as I was, enjoying her occasional salacious comments as well as her playful and intimate touches. By the time I was done with the kitchen, half of my buttons had been undone, and my panties were so wet that I could feel my pussy trickling down the insides of my thighs.

“You smell like a whore,” she remarked teasingly as she toyed with my hair, untying the ribbon holding back my ponytail and then undoing the rest of the buttons on my sweater, causing my pulse to flutter and my breath to hitch.

“Your whore,” I whispered, just loud enough for her to hear.

“My dirty girl.”

She kissed me. I think it was meant to be a quick peck on the lips. It lasted much longer. I felt her hands cupping my ass, sliding beneath my short skirt, kneading my flesh with her fingers as she gently forced my lips open with her tongue.  Our gazes locked, her dark eyes filling mine as I sucked it into my mouth, whimpering softly as I felt her fingers pressing against my pucker.

I moaned as I felt her penetrate my asshole and grabbed her face, my kiss turning frantic as I pushed her against the counter, grinding against her and tearing at her top. I felt a button pop and then another. This time it was I who shoved my tongue in her mouth and groped her tits, pulling and twisting her nipples until she let loose a groan.

“Fuck,” she gasped, forcing me to turn until our positions were reversed, her finger deep thrusting in and out of my tight ass, deeper and deeper. I began to grunt, pain and pleasure mixing as Violet sank her teeth into the meat of my shoulder. I could tell it was going to leave a nasty bruise. I was beyond caring.

“Harder, please,” I whimpered, tangling my fingers in her hair and pulling her face to my breast. I felt her lips surround my nipple, sucking it into her mouth, covering it with her drool. And then, I got my wish. She bit down hard on my swollen bud, her sharp teeth breaking skin and drawing blood. I sobbed, shuddering as she let go, and then attacked my other nipple, clamping down with her teeth until I screamed. I felt like I was going to collapse, so intense was the pain. Instead, I surrendered to it. A moment later, a tidal wave crashed through me, shaking me to my core as she shoved another finger into my asshole.

I came. I couldn’t stop myself even if I wanted to. It felt like a dam breaking as my pussy flooded and my nerves caught fire, and I screamed into her hair before collapsing into her arms.

Violet pulled me down to the floor, my nipple throbbing as she sucked on it, her fingers still in my bottom, devouring me with kisses that grew gentler and gentler until they ceased altogether.

“Wow,” I whispered, still shaking, some of it the aftermath of climaxing that hard, and some the emotional release.

She began to giggle breathlessly, offering me her finger. I took it between my lips without hesitation.

“That’s been in your ass, dirty girl,” she whispered.

“I don’t care.”

 I could taste the musk of my rear entrance on it. I truly didn’t care. I sucked it like a sock, slobbering all over her finger until she pushed me away and onto my back.

“My turn.”

I helped her out of her pants so she could straddle me, then pressed her dripping snatch against my face, clenching as I thrust my tongue up into her.

“That’s it, pet. Fuck me. I want my cum all over your face.”

Gasping for air, I pushed deeper, my nose rubbing and bumping against her clit as I listened to her moan and whimper and grunt until, finally, I was rewarded by a sharp cry as she drenched me with her cum before collapsing on top of me.

That’s how Amber found us when she got home, about twenty minutes later. Lying on the kitchen floor, half dressed, arms wrapped around each other.

“Glad someone has fun,” she griped, sounding a little annoyed.

“Come here,” Violet replied, making room for her to join the cuddle party. I watched, smiling, as she stripped down to her panties and bra before squirming between us, kissing me softly, and then Violet, before taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly.

“Thanks,” was all she said. All she needed to say. I kissed her again, giving her a taste of Violet’s pussy juices and then simply held her against me while Violet did the same. Not sure when I fell asleep. I vaguely remember being helped up and then all of us piling into Amber's bed before falling asleep in their arms.