Cordelia's Feet 8 - The Queen Bee's Pet - Sex Stories

Cordelia's Feet 8 - The Queen Bee's Pet

... in, her dress flowing elegantly. “Did I hear the need for punishment?” “Yes, and it needs to be embarrassing.” Natalie stared intensely at me, and I squirmed under her gaze, trembling all over with mortification. A big circle had formed around us, and everyone’s eyes were resting on me. “I have just the idea,” Natalie suddenly declared, a bright smile exploding on her face. She leaned close to Cordelia and they whispered back and forth. Cordelia looked thoughtful, sending a few glances at my direction that made me feel uneasy and excited. Finally, she nodded. Natalie clapped her hands. “Dear guests,” she declared loud enough so everyone could hear her, “we’re going to have an impromptu life performance thanks to my friend Cordelia’s generosity.” She beckoned to one of the waitresses and whispered something that made the girl hurry away. “Cordelia’s pet here has behaved badly,” she pointed an accusing finger at me and I lowered my eyes in shame, “and her owner feels that an embarrassing punishment is in order.” The waitress, or assistant or whatever exactly she was, who had hurried away earlier came back, wheeling one of the artworks I had seen at our last visit into the room with the help of two other girls. I could make neither heads nor tails of it. It consisted of a roughly triangular pedestal made of some creamy white material. It reminded me of a huge, misshapen tree stump. At the wide end were two extensions with holes sticking up from the sides, and shortly before ...

... the narrow end a high, thin kind of screen with a hole in it stood upright. Some excited whispers broke out around me, but I couldn’t understand a single word. The girls pushed the artwork right next to me. Natalie held up her hand to quiet the murmurs. “Some of you are aware of this object’s use. For those you don’t, you’ll see immediately.” She reached out with a foot and pushed down a hidden lever on the side. The screen tilted to one side and opened a gap of more than a foot on the other side. “Please get your pet onto the altar,” Natalie asked Cordelia. Altar? A sharp swat on my bum with the end of the leash discouraged me from asking questions. Cordelia wordlessly pointed at the object, and swallowing hard, I let her help me climb onto the smooth surface. It was soft, realized, some kind of artificial leather from the feel of it, and padded underneath. Cordelia helped my lie back and put my head through the wider opening. My heart started to beat like mad. Suddenly, the use of this thing became clear. My eyes widened, but Cordelia’s hand gently stroked my cheek. “Be a good kitten and take your punishment. You want to be a good kitten, won’t you?” She leaned close, almost close enough that her beautiful lips touched mine, and her eyes shone with excitement. “For me?” I couldn’t refuse her a single thing, and she knew it. I nodded demurely, and she smiled brightly. Natalie pushed down the pane, and it made a ratcheting sound as it slid back into its original position. The ...