Saturday morning Jordan and I woke snuggled in each other's arms. It was strange for me while also being delightful. The aroma of our combined musk was sweet as it lingered despite switching beds.

When I opened my eyes, my new/old love smiled.

I smiled back, asking her, half joking, "Still here?"

She laughed, "Where am I supposed to go, you silly goose?"

I giggled, “Back to your bed?”

She looked at me, and I knew she wasn't kidding, "Not for at least six months, kitten. You're stuck with me."

“I could think of worse things.”

"Mmm, me too. Shower or more stress relief, my insatiable kitten?"

"I think more stress relief. I want to explore that buff body of yours. You know, I hadn't noticed how buff you are over the past couple of weeks, Jordan."

She grinned, "You flatter me, sweetie. I take care of myself. It's the only body I have, and I treat it like a temple."

I giggled, “May I worship at your temple?'

Jordan purred, “As much as you want, kitten. As long as I get to reciprocate.”

In unison, we said, "It's only fair."

We laughed as I moved my face over her breasts to begin nursing.

Jordan was delighted with my handy work. I was a quick study recalling what she liked while thinking of new ways to arouse her. She enjoyed what I was doing, complimenting me and telling me what to do. There was something about her breasts that enchanted me. I could suckle and nurse them for hours and still not have enough.

Well, Jordan had other ideas about where my face should be. A gentle coaxing and I headed South over those taut abs, pausing long enough to play with her belly piercing. I licked and toyed with it for about a minute, and before my lover could nudge me further, I ventured between her legs.

I tossed the covers over me so they rested mainly on the floor at the foot of the bed. Jordan had that worried look as if I weren't going to go through with what we both thought I would do. Gordon had gone down on me a few times, never really bringing me to a climax with that alone. I'd never done it to a woman; however, I tasted Jordan last night, which wasn't disgusting.

I dipped below her vagina to start from her calves and go up. I'd read somewhere that the backs of the knees were erogenous zones. So, I began kissing the back of Jordan's right knee. She seemed to enjoy it, so I continued with the left.

Jordan had her head propped up on a pillow to watch me. I found that to be arousing in itself. Gordon and I rarely, if ever, had lights on or made love in anything but the dark.

After wetting both legs with saliva, I worked to the promised land, a bare vagina. Jordan was everything I wasn't as far as a sexual being. She fascinated me in so many ways. I could see her breasts rising and falling over her mound as she breathed, anticipating my first attempt at cunnilingus. I was scared I'd screw it up. However, in the back of my mind, I knew Jordan wouldn't let me do that.

It was her orgasm, and I doubted she'd fake one to make me feel good. She wanted me to succeed, and we had six months to improve and perfect our lovemaking. Why waste time?

I began with a flat tongue coating the outside of her labia. Just like a cat licking itself after a meal. Long slow paintbrush movements from bottom to top. Each time I looked for approval from Jordan, her smile reassured me she was enjoying what I was doing.

On one lick, I saw her stick out her tongue rolling it sideways. I took the hint, curling it, then pressing it inside my love. I heard a moan, so I continued exploring in various ways. My tongue had never felt such warmth and wetness before. After a few minutes, I raised her ass with my hands. Her legs spread wider, allowing me to dive deeper. I explored more, darting back and forth inside her. I moved the tip of my tongue up, encountering her swollen clit.

Jordan praised me with a 'good girl, so I focused my attention there. I was getting into it as I toyed with her hard nub and drank her nectar. I felt Jordan's fingers press my face into her, nearly causing me to stop breathing through my nose.

She realized what she was doing and then lightened her touch. I felt she was close, and my cheeks were soaked. I'd been doing this for a long time, in my opinion, so I concentrated on her clit. It didn't take long before my head was clamped tight in Jordan's crotch.

Her reaction was something I'll never forget. She practically screamed my name and used so many f-bombs I thought the neighbors might hear and call the police. Jordan suddenly trembled, bucked, and soaked me with her juices. She rolled back and forth, praising me along with god, adding a few more f-bombs for good measure.

When she came back to earth, she took a handful of my hair to tug me up to her. She devoured my lips with her mouth over and over again. Jordan released me when she'd had enough, still panting from her climax.

She looked amazed when she asked, "You've never done that before? Come on. Nobody is that good their first time, kitten."

I beamed, "I made it up as I went along. I did good?"

"You little tease, you know you did. Holy crap, baby. I wish I had acted before my brother! You keep surprising me, and I love that. Let's shower. I have a surprise for you, sweetness."

Jordan kissed me one more time before we got out of bed. She held my face in her palms and licked herself from my face. It was a little kinky and very delightful.

We headed to the main bathroom, where I got the water up to a pleasant temperature. We stepped in, both giggling as we bumped each other out of the water stream. We talked as we washed each other's hair, discussing the previous night and what we'd done. Neither of us had any regrets about what had happened. With our hair washed, we washed each other's bodies with my gel. I shut the water off as we soaped each other down. Once we were all soapy, I turned it back on to rinse off. I used the shower massage to clear Jordan of the suds, then passed it to her. She reciprocated, then handed the massager back to me. As I faced the shower head with Jordan behind me, I replaced the massager in its holder. As I stood on my tip-toes, I felt Jordan's hands on my inner thighs, pressing them out. I looked over my shoulder but was told sternly to place my hands against the shower tiles and spread my legs. You know, like criminals do on television when told they would be searched.

I felt Jordan's hands spread my cheeks when I was in position. At first, I was shocked and was just about to complain when I felt her tongue brush over my rosebud. I shivered. What a feeling!

She continued licking there while fingering my pussy. Then she started talking to me between licks.

“Like this baby? I love your ass, kitten.”

I replied, “Oh my god, yes, Jordan!”

She kept at it, “Next time you're doing it to me, good girl.”

“Yes, Jordan, anything for you.”

“That's my sweet kitten. We're going to be so good together, baby. Aren't we.”

I purred, which got her going with a little more enthusiasm.

"Hitting my buttons, are you? You're insatiable and a fast learner, my love."

“Mmm, you're hitting mine at the moment, Jordan. Fuck!”

Jordan paused, “You swore? Wow! My kitten swears. I love it!”

With a few more licks and a second finger in my pussy, my knees felt like they would buckle. Jordan could sense it, so she stood to hold me and finger me to another climax. I'd never had an orgasm while in the shower and never while standing. I thought my legs would collapse under me, but my love kept that from happening. She kissed the nape of my neck, telling me how delicious I was. After the trembling subsided, we stood in the cold shower panting before kissing each other deeply.

When we got too cold, I turned the water back on, and we soaped each other off again. The rest of Saturday we spent relaxing on the sofa together, naked and cuddling. We ate, napped, and made love all day long. We were worn out by seven in the evening and slept until eight on Sunday. That's when we got domestic, did laundry, cleaned the house, and went grocery shopping.

If life was going to be like this, I could certainly get used to it.

Our week went by quickly. We got into a routine with Jordan making dinner most nights and then cuddling with me on the sofa until bed. It felt like this was how my life was meant to be. The second week after our first lovemaking session, I noticed a difference between my kindergartners and me. I was more relaxed and tolerant of their little crises. They, in turn, seemed to have fewer of them.

I credited the sex and intimacy with Jordan for this delightful change. I felt like a new woman, and life was beautiful.

The third weekend Jordan started talking about her research again, with me being her lab partner. She reminded me I didn't have to do it unless I was comfortable. That made me extremely curious as to what my duties might be.

That Saturday night, as we snuggled, she explained, "Since you're such a curious kitten, I'll explain my research plan. I found an all-ladies club, and I want to go there and discretely ask questions. I'd like you to join me as my 'wing-gal' and ask some of the same questions and get feedback on a few things, girlie. We'll get a little dressed up too. Would you mind doing that?"

I looked at her, “You know I'd do anything for you, my love. What do you mean by getting dressed up? Like little black dresses or what?”

She blushed, which for Jordan is a rarity, "I have a specific thing I'd like you to wear. You don't have to, and it's nothing illegal or immoral."

Now I was inquisitive, "What is it?"

She looked a little embarrassed before telling me, “A choker.”

I was confused, “What's so special about that? I have a couple in my drawer.”

I knew she was serious when she looked at me, "It means you're my little bitch, and we have a special relationship in which I'm always in control."

I was a little shocked, "But we're acting. Because we don't have that type of relationship, right?"

Jordan sighed, "No, sweetness, we don't. We would be acting, but I'd need to coach you a bit so you know what to expect. It's part of my research, and I don't know how it will work at this club. It's nothing extreme. We only want to give the impression that we have that relationship."

I was somewhat kidding when I asked, “Do I have to dress like a slut or a whore? I'm not sure about that. “

Then I added, “Seriously, I don't want anyone to recognize me and have it get back to the school. I could lose my job, Jordan.”

But the thought of dressing up like that intrigued me. It would be pushing those boundaries again, and I'd started liking that with Jordan.

Jordan tried to reassure me, "I have an outfit planned for you to go with the choker. You can look at it and decide if you want to be seen in it. It's not something a prostitute would wear, sweetness. I'm putting the idea out there for you. It's all up to you. I don't want you to lose your job either, baby. But we don't know if anyone there would recognize you until we go."

I thought for a moment, “Okay, show me the outfit and choker.”

Jordan grinned, “You're so good to me.”

We headed to her room. Jordan asked me to sit on the bed while she got the outfit together. I heard some boxes being opened, tossed, and shuffled before Jordan emerged from the closet. She held a pair of black knee-high velvet boots that looked nice. She set them down near the bed, then draped a sheer black long-sleeve satin blouse across the edge of the bed. A very short black leather skirt soon followed it. On top of those, she gently laid a black velvet choker. The front had a gold circle surrounding a diamond-shaped medallion with a tiny white butterfly. I liked what I saw. I hadn't dressed up for anything since my wedding, and these were very tasteful.

I looked at Jordan, “I assume black lace panties and maybe a push-up bra?”

She smiled, "Yes, if you have any. If not, I'll buy some for you, sweetness."

I didn't want to admit I didn't have any lingerie. Jordan had already shown me how bland and vanilla my sex life was. I needed more spice before returning to my other life with the man I loved.

I smiled, “I have some that might work. I assume those boots will fit me?”

Jordan was getting giddy because I was hinting I'd go through with it all.

She replied, "Yes, I checked your boots while putting away laundry the other day. Want to see what I'm wearing, my sweet kitten?"

I grinned, “Yes, please.”

Jordan practically ran into the closet this time, and when she reemerged, she had a black leather bustier that would show off her cleavage, black five-inch stilettos, and black leather pants. My jaw dropped, picturing her in them.

All I could say was, “WOW.”

Jordan grinned, “I know, right.”

Now I was in all the way, “Tell me what we're going to do.”

Jordan explained we'd play 'mistress and submissive' to gather information about their roles. We'd try to find a pair at the club. She couldn't predict who we'd pair off with, so I'd need to know my role as a submissive to be believable. We'd use fake names; mine would be my middle name, Celine because it would be easier to remember. Jordan would use hers also, Diana. We'd practice calling each other by our new names for a few days before going to the club. We'd only drink non-alcoholic beverages. We'd flirt but not bring them home. We'd also be open to non-couples who seemed interested in us.

It sounded good, but I needed the practice to act like a natural submissive. Jordan explained she'd been using her words to get me used to this during our time together. She's not a mistress, but from her experiences in life, she's known a couple of them.

We practiced for two weeks before going to the club in downtown San Diego. I wore the outfit Jordan laid out for me. I dipped into my personal fun money to get the lingerie to match the theme. After I had dressed, I looked at myself in the mirror in my bedroom. I looked hot, something I'd never done before in my life. Jordan helped with some eye shadow and lip gloss. I didn't want a slutty look, and I think we achieved it.

Jordan looked like a Mistress to me. Tall, blonde, perfect body and that black leather bustier showed off her breasts. I almost asked her if we could stay home so I could devour her. However, this was her night, and I was going to do my best not to mess things up.

We ate dinner later than usual before dressing. We arrived at the club around nine using an Uber just because I was afraid one of our cars might be recognized. I know; I'm paranoid.

We walked in, Jordan leading the way. We turned a few heads as we walked past the bar into the main seating area. The place wasn't crowded, which I read about on Yelp. It doesn't get bustling until around ten. We both looked around, commenting to each other what we thought about the ambiance and our chances of success.

A few minutes passed before a cute waitress showed up to see what we'd like to drink. She asked if it was our first time here. After Jordan answered, she went on to explain the dance floor rules, along with the bathroom ones.

I'd never been to a place like this. Our waitress explained in the past, sex acts were occurring in plain view, and they didn't allow that now.

After her little speech, Jordan ordered drinks for us as per her role. I sat silent as the waitress took our order and checked me out. It wasn't long before we received our drinks compliments of an older, somewhat masculine-looking woman across the dance floor. We both turned and smiled, lifting our drinks as a thank you.

Jordan and I sipped and talked while watching more women enter and find a table. There were some singles, pairs, trios, and a bachelorette party. The DJ appeared on stage around nine-thirty, introduced herself, and began her show.

When the music started, the room came alive. It was too loud for my taste, but I enjoyed watching the ladies pairing off and dancing. That's when the fun began. We sat and watched as the music went from slow to fast, requests were played, and women danced together with abandon. I was enthralled.

Occasionally a lady would stop by to ask Jordan if they could dance with me. I didn't think it was that obvious I was her kitten. Then it dawned on me, the collar. They were respecting the collar. I was very impressed, not actually knowing what it represented.

Jordan allowed a select few to dance with me. A nervous woman, Jordan later mentioned she was probably straight and here for the first time. Two of the young ladies from the bachelorette party were allowed to dance with me, and they were feeling no pain as they slithered up to me, wondering if I'd go home with them.

I told Jordan it was too loud to ask her questions during a relatively quiet moment. She said we needed to socialize more with a Mistress if we could find one. We needed a couple, and she told me to be patient. It would happen. So, I sat back and waited, smiling at women who made eye contact with me, turning away embarrassed, intermittently acting like the kitten I was supposed to be.

I was beginning to get frustrated with Jordan. We'd been there for over an hour, and she didn't dance with anyone. Then it happened. An adorable Asian girl dressed similarly to Dorothy from the 'Wizard of Oz' stopped by. Pigtails, the dress with cleavage, ruby slippers, and a collar, she had it all going on. I looked around as she and Jordan talked, wondering where Toto was. Finally, after about five minutes of talking, the girl reached out for my hand and led me to the dance floor. I thanked my 'Mistress' before Dorothy and I walked hand in hand to dance. Once more, the loud music was hard to hear her talk, but Dorothy introduced herself as Midori. I told her my name was Celine, and she giggled.

She was there with her Mistress, also looking for like-minded ladies for friendship. I admitted it was our first time there, and we were also looking. I hate to admit it, but I kept peeking at her boobs practically popping out of her top. She noticed, telling me it was fine. They were supposed to be seen. Sort of like bait, she giggled. I grinned, letting her know I certainly did notice.

She smiled, telling me she'd noticed my Mistress's breasts also. I blushed, letting her know I especially liked that part of her. We both giggled as the music slowed, ending our one dance. Midori walked me back to Jordan, thanking her for allowing the dance and then thanking me.

After I sat down, Jordan quizzed me. I told her what we'd said and hoped I did alright. She said I was fine and we'd see what transpired. I told her Midori didn't look like she was twenty-one. Jordan casually mentioned some women like their kittens to look much younger. I shrugged, telling her okay.

A couple of songs later, a tall redhead, maybe forty-something, walked up to our table. Midori stood a respectful distance behind her, smiling at me when I looked over at her. The woman was stunning, dressed a little more modestly than Jordan, but you could tell she had large breasts and a slim waist. Her skirt was short, revealing long-toned legs. I saw Jordan swallow hard and shiver when the redhead stopped to ask if they could join us. Jordan nodded her head, inviting the woman and Midori to sit.

Midori and I immediately began chatting as Jordan and Michelle introduced themselves and began talking. After a few minutes, Midori took my hand to lead me out to the dance floor once more. I glanced over at Jordan, who nodded. So, I went with Midori for not only one dance but three. One was very slow, which was nice.

Midori was about five feet tall. Dancing with her slowly felt very yummy. Her smaller breasts pressed into me as we gently swayed together. I didn't realize it then, but she took the lead as a dancing partner. It had been so long since I danced it was automatic for me to assume my partner would lead.

We whispered when we were close. I asked the questions Jordan wanted me to as we moved in slow circles. Midori told me that her Mistress thought we'd make an adorable couple and wanted to talk to my Mistress about that. I blushed deep red when I realized what she meant.

When the third song ended, Midori escorted me back to our table. That's when the shock of the night happened. Jordan, 'Ms. Diana' and I were going to join Midori and Ms.Michelle back at their apartment for drinks.

I almost said something to Jordan about what we'd discussed regarding going home with anyone we met. But, as I was about to, Midori slipped her arm into mine to follow our mistresses to their car.

We waited patiently as the valet fetched Michelle's car, a very expensive Mercedes. Midori and I sat in the back, with Jordan riding shotgun. Michelle had classical music on the radio, which she turned down a bit so we could hear each other talk while she and Jordan listened.

I remained in character as Michelle asked me questions while Midori nuzzled my neck and massaged my inner thigh. I was getting aroused. I quietly asked Midori how old she was when she replied nineteen; I almost choked. She wondered if it was alright, and I nodded, telling her it was fine. It was up to Ms. Diana to decide. I asked how she got into the club since they served alcohol. She giggled, telling me Ms. Michelle knew the owners, plus she doesn't drink.

Our conversation continued as I checked off the remaining things to ask on Jordan's list. Midori inched her hand further up my thigh as she nibbled on my earlobe. I closed my eyes, enjoying her attention. In a few moments, we were pulling into a secure parking garage at some expensive townhouse complex.

Midori eased up as Michelle parked her car in her assigned spot. We exited the car, Midori and I, hand in hand, following our mistresses. We took an elevator to the twentieth floor. There, we walked a short way to Michelle's home.

Once inside, Midori asked us to remove our shoes. As we did, she retrieved two pairs of slippers. Kneeling in front of us, she gently slipped each one on our feet. She took time massaging each ankle as she delicately held it in place. Michelle stood watching, a smile on her face as Midori attended to us.

With that task done, Midori attended to Michelle and then herself. Michelle ushered us in, asking what we'd like to drink.

Jordan replied, “Whiskey or bourbon, straight up.”

Midori hurried over to a bar to quickly poured three glasses. She brought them back on a little serving tray. Offering the drinks to Michelle first, Jordan, then me.

As we stood there, I glanced around the condo or townhouse, whatever it was called. It was unbelievable. I'd seen places like it on television, lavish décor, leather furniture, chrome, exotic paintings, and a magnificent view of San Diego. It must have been worth twenty times what Gordon and I paid for our house.

We stood waiting for Midori to finish dealing with Michelle's feet, and when she did, Michelle offered a toast.

She raised her glass, "To newfound friends."

We clinked our glasses, and I sipped a tiny bit of my drink. It stung going down, and I did my best not to show how it burned my throat.

Michelle suggested we get more comfortable on the sofas, so we headed in that direction. Both leather sofas faced four huge windows looking out over the city. I asked Jordan if I could sit in a few moments because I wanted to take in the view. She permitted me, so I walked over and looked out over San Diego. I stood on a large rug which looked more like long animal hair than a typical rug. I slipped one of my slippers off to feel the soft fur on my foot. I was gently moving it back and forth in the long silky fur. It felt amazing, but I didn't know if that was allowed, so I quickly eased the slipper back on my foot.

I turned to face the sofa, “Ms. Michelle, I love this view. It's breathtaking. Can you see the ocean in the daytime?”

Ms. Michelle replied, "On a clear day, you can see far out to sea, Celine. It's the reason I bought it."

I decided to relax and not worry about what was happening. I took another sip, and the burn wasn't as bad. I was about to rejoin everyone on the sofa when Midori slipped in behind me.

I heard her whisper, “May I remove your top and bra so you'll be more comfortable, Celine? Ms. Diana said it would be okay with her if I did.”

I smiled and whispered back, "Yes, please. I'd enjoy that, Midori."

Midori took my drink as the majority of the lights in the room suddenly dimmed, leaving only two lights focused on the spot where I was standing. Midori set my drink down on a nearby table. She returned to gently slip the hem of my blouse out of my skirt, starting at my front and then reaching around my back. Looking up at me, she grinned as she unbuttoned each button, slowly revealing my newly purchased bra.

She moved behind me when the buttons were free to take my top off. I stood with my arms down as she eased it off and placed it lovingly on a nearby chair. I glanced over at the sofa. Jordan and Michelle sat close together, each sipping from their glasses as they watched Midori disrobe me.

I realized Midori, and I were now the stars of a show for Michelle and Diana. Since I was putting on a show, I turned so both ladies could see us in profile and not just the back of one of us. Midori returned to unclasp my bra. I lowered my arms one at a time as she helped me slip it off. I stood there, topless, in a strange woman's condo, being undressed by a nineteen-year-old girl while my lesbian lover watched. I wondered briefly what the hell I was doing.

I looked over at our mistresses once more. Jordan was nodding her head in approval or answering a question from Michelle. I don't know which. My body tingled with excitement as I asked Midori if I could help her out of her top and bra.

She grinned, “I'd like that very much, Celine.”

I unbuttoned her top as carefully as she'd done mine, exposing her cute little smushed breasts in a too-tight bra. When her top was off, she carefully laid it on a chair next to my things. She was so adorable and patient. Next came the bra, it had a clasp in the front, and when it was loose, it slipped down to reveal Midori's puffy little nipples. I recalled seeing girls like that during middle and high school gym classes. I'd wondered if they felt different than my own, but I was too scared to ask anyone about them.

When Midori's bra came off, I softly touched each one with my fingertip. They felt different than mine and Jordan's, softer.

Midori smiled, "Do you like my puffy nipples, Celine?"

I smiled at her, "Yes, Midori. I've never felt nipples as soft and cute as yours."

She giggled, "Wait until you taste them, Celine. I think you'll love them."

I shivered and felt a little perverted but very aroused. I knew she was of legal age, but this still felt very naughty.

Midori moved close to me, wrapping her arms around me for a hug. Our bare breasts didn't quite align, but I could feel her hard little pink nipples against my skin. When we broke our hug, we took turns removing our skirts, going through the same slow seductive routine.

Now and then, I'd peek over at the sofa. Both Michelle and Diana had lost their tops. I could see Jordan leaning in, suckling one of Michelle's breasts as Michelle smiled, watching Midori and me.

Michelle was definitely in control of the situation as I returned to Midori. We were both clad only in panties. Midori's were cute, white boy shorts, perhaps too tiny. I could barely see a camel toe as I looked her up and down.

Midori knelt before me, her fingers sliding up and down my legs before easing my panties down and off. She rose, kissed me playfully, and placed my last article of clothing on the chair. She was anxious because she didn't wait for me to remove her panties. She slipped them off and left them with mine.

She skipped back to me, her small breasts jiggling as she did. She returned to her knees, took my hands, and urged me down. When we were face to face, she began kissing me. For a nineteen-year-old, she was a fabulous kisser. Her tongue swept my mouth as I returned the favor. Her hands firmly grasped my ass, pulling me to her. I didn't have a chance to see what Michelle and Jordan were doing until Midori broke our kiss to look over also.

We both giggled when we saw Jordan nude on Michelle's lap, being suckled by Michelle. Jordan's hands rested on either side of Michelle's head on the back of the sofa. The only sound in the room we could hear was the sweet soft noises of Michelle's nursing.

Midori and I looked back at each other. She covered her mouth and giggled. I smiled, stifling a giggle. We went back to kissing for a bit more, then Midori asked if I wanted to taste her puffy nipples. I blushed, nodding and whispering, yes, please.

She grinned, then laid back on the rug, her legs on either side of me. I moved over her, my tummy on her crotch, and began with her right breast. It was perfect, filling my mouth. I nursed, licked, sucked, kissed, and thoroughly enjoyed the sensations it gave me.

Midori enjoyed my exploring also, moaning and calling me sweet names, her hands sifting through my hair as I moved from breast to breast. I could have dined on them forever, just like Jordan's but different, if that makes sense.

I might have a breast fetish. Who knows. I just knew I loved suckling and playing with them.

When Midori had enough, she lifted my chin with a finger and suggested we 'trib'. I had no idea what it was, Jordan and I hadn't done that yet. But I said okay.

I moved off of her and looked over at Michelle and Jordan to see Jordan on her knees, her face buried between Michelle's legs. Michelle's head was arched back, her hands on Jordan's head, and her feet on Jordan's back. I saw Michelle's breasts in the dim light and longed to suckle them.

Midori whispered, “You like watching them don't you.”

I blushed, "I do. Your Mistress is stunning. You're a fortunate girl, Midori."

She smiled, "I think we both are, Celine. Not many older blondes affect Michelle the way Diana has. She normally prefers girls my age or close to it."

We kissed again before Midori placed me in the position she wanted me. I laid back as she moved her legs between mine so our vaginas were touching. She began rubbing hers against mine. Oh my, what a feeling that was. It took some doing on both our parts, but we finally found a rhythm and alignment that we both loved.

I watched her tummy muscles roll with each push, her pigtails moving back and forth. The feeling between my legs intensified as we gazed into each other's eyes. I pushed back as best I could, being in an odd position.

Now and then, we'd look over at our mistresses to see what they were doing. Jordan was kneeling on the sofa, her butt in the air as Michelle's face was buried in her ass. I added that to the things I'd never witnessed or done. My life was being turned upside down, and I loved every moment.

I could tell by her expression Midori was getting close. She began moving slower as I matched her. I realized I liked that speed the most because we got prolonged contact. I was on the edge and about to go over. Midori was moving in slow motion; she looked so erotic it sent me over within a few seconds.

Thankfully, she wasn't far behind, and we managed to cum together for the most part. We were both out of breath, panting as our bodies delighted in our climax. I moved towards Midori, untangling our legs to kiss and cuddle. We lay together, whispering how yummy we were. Then we heard a loud grunt as Jordan came from Michelle's tongue lashing. They collapsed on the sofa, cuddling as we watched from our little stage.

Michelle spoke first, "You two are staying the night. I won't take no for an answer, Diana."

Jordan looked over at me, “You heard Mistress, Celine. We're staying.”

My eyes widened when I heard Jordan call her Mistress instead of Michelle.

The only thing I could say was, “Yes, Mistress. I'd love that. Thank you, Mistress Michelle.”

Midori giggled, whispering, "I wonder if we'll switch. I'd love to devour your Mistress, Celine. If you don't mind."

I smiled, whispering, "I'd love to suckle yours, Midori. Let's keep our fingers crossed."

We both giggled as Michelle invited us to shower before bed. I didn't see a clock, but it must have been after midnight. I was sated and a very happy kitten.