How I Became a Female Pervert, Part Four

by Roughchik

That morning started like many others. Making breakfast for my husband and sending him on his way for the day. However, this day was different. It was going to be my second day with my little Katie. I pattered around the house that morning — planning the afternoon with my newfound playmate. I wondered if I should take her to my bed or should we stay in the family room? What should I wear? Should I put on my dominatrix outfit? How about my strapons? Shall I have one on when I greet her at the door? If so, which one? I didn't want to scare Katie off, but I did want her to know that I meant business. I decided to wear something similar to yesterday, a simple but sexy black, silk robe with nothing underneath. Katie can have access to all my womanly treasures with a simple pull of the belt. I did decide to wear my thigh-high black leather boots though. The five-inch heel will add just enough kink to my look for this day.

At about 11 o'clock, I took a long, hot steam shower. I sat there thinking of Katie's sweet little face with those big, blue eyes. I loved the look on her face — she was so eager to please! Her succulent lips that were so soft and sweet on my hot pussy. Mmmmm. There was definitely going to be more of that! I dried off and went to my vanity to put on my makeup. Before I did that, I made sure I moisturized my body with a new product that with a wonderful vanilla scent. I made sure I rubbed an extra ample amount onto my breasts to make sure they would glisten when Katie opened my robe. I pulled my hair back and secured tightly. I like this look as it pulled the corner of my eyes slightly into a sexy almond shape. Eyeliner, mascara and eyeshadow was applied to ensure a dark, dominant look. I had no need for foundation as my mocha colored skin was flawless. Lipliner and a rich scarlet colored lipstik was painted onto my full lips with a clear lipglass topcoat to complete my look. Two inch diamond hoop earrings were placed in my ears and I was ready to get dressed. In my closet, I reached for my three-quarter length black, silk robe and tied it tightly at my waist. I walked to the back of the closet to find my boots. I opened the large, white box and carefully took out the packing that made sure the leather would not wrinkle while they were stored. I pulled each boot on and looked to the full-length mirror to see if I was ready. I love the way the five inch heels make me almost six feet tall. Katie was only about four and a half feet tall or so and her head would fall just below my breasts if we stood face-to-face.

I was just about to leave the closet and close the door when I noticed the bag containing my purchases from the night before. I reached down and browsed through the bag. I pulled out the harness and took a look at it. I thought to myself that I'd like to see what I looked like with what I had on. I pulled each leg through the openings and secured it about my waist. At first glance, they looked like an ordinary pair of leather panties if it weren't for the three buckles placed strategically around the triangle covering my pussy. Each dildo I purchased had its own O-ring with three buckles attached to it  — enabling the dildo to be secured with the matching buckles on the harness. This also allowed for a very simple changes of dildos without having to remove or adjust the harness. I reached into the bag and tried out each one according to size — starting with the smallest. All of them looked very nice and I thought about which one would be good for each task. The smallest one could be used for Katie's tight little ass — opening her up for bigger things to come. The eight inch dildo could be used for her oral training. It was just long enough and thick enough to fit almost snuggly in her mouth. However the moment of truth came when I reached for the final purchase. This dildo had the same three buckles on the large O-ring but it also had two extra buckles with a long. leather strap to buckle around the waist to help with the additional weight. It was difficult putting this dildo on and balancing with the heels I had on. I knelt down and rested the huge head on the floor and fastened the buckles while it was resting against me. After securing the last buckle, I stood and admired my look in the mirror. That feeling of omnipotent power rushed over me — increasing in strength with each passing moment. The eighteen inch dildo hung very low from my pelvis, just past my knees. The girth of that black monster was easily thicker than my husband's wrist. I imagined that it was easily as think as one of little Katie's thighs as well. I walked towards the mirror and it bobbed menacingly with each step. Swaying to and fro as I walked with my hand on my hips — relishing in my look of power and total dominance. I grabbed a cigarette and placed it my mouth. The long 120mm Saratoga dangling from the corner of my full, red lips. My look was complete.

As much as I would have loved to keep that dildo in my harness, I knew that I had to take it off. Something told me that if I had it on, I would definitely try to use it! This was too much for Katie. Maybe I could find an older slut that I didn't give a shit about and use it on her. Yes. Maybe I could rip her pussy and ass wide open. I would have to be more careful with my little princess. I took off the giant and placed it back into the bag. When I reached own to unbuckle it, I realized that my pussy was already wet and its slick moisture was already coating the lips of my pulsing cunt.

I elected to leave all the dildos in the bag and grabbed the ballgag and nipple clamps. Once I got in the family room, I placed the items in the drawer of the endtable and took out the ashtray and lighter and placed them next to me. I turned on the television and lit a cigarette. I mindlessly surfed through the channels, anxiously waiting for the doorbell to ring.

At noon, the doorbell rang. What seemed like an eternity was actually less than an hour. I closed the shades and went to answer the door. Sure enough, it was my sweet little minx. She wasn't dressed in her girlscout uniform at all. She had on a tight white t-shirt with short white shorts. I opened the door slightly and asked if I could help her, pretending not to know her.

"It's me, Katie!" she exclaimed. "Don't you remember me?"

"I'm not sure," I replied. "The Katie I remembered was an adorable little girl in her brown girlscout outfit. You look much older than her."

"I have my uniform in my bag, silly!" she said. "I wanted to dress up for you and look more — you know. Grown up."

I pulled her harshly into my house and slammed the door behind her. She fell to her knees and looked up at me completely puzzled. I pointed a stern finger at her and yelled aloud.

"If I wanted a grown up, I would get a grown up!" I hissed. "If it was a grownup I was looking for, I would never have done the things I did with you yesterday!"

A tear started to form in those big blue eyes. Her lip started to quiver. I have to say, it was quite a turnon.

"I'm so sorry, Mrs. Goodeaux!" she cried. "I didn't understand! I thought you wanted me to be more grown up!"

"I'm sory too, Katie!" I said. "Maybe you should just go. I don't want you to do anything you aren't ready to do. Please leave!"

At that point, Katie burst into full tears. I just sat there and watched her. The pain in her face from the disappointment was an absolute turnon again and really got my juices flowing again. I have her just where I want her.

I asked her if she really wanted to stay and if she was willing to be punished for her mistake. She looked up at me with those eyes welled up with tears.

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" she exclaimed. "Please, Mrs. Goodeaux! Punish me! I promise to be good!"

Without warning I reached down and grabbed her ponytail with my left hand and smacked her across the face with my right. Not too hard, but hard enough to let her know I mean business. I opened my robe, revealing my glistening body. Katie started to stare and my heaving tits and the strange leather panties I was wearing.

"Then you will take your punishment, Bitch!" I commanded. "Now crawl your little white ass into that room and kneel in the same place you served me yesterday!"

I released her hair and she quickly turned and crawled into the backroom. I watched her as that tight little ass wiggled into the next room. I couldn't believe that I was actually angry. I was getting way into this scene and I had to take a moment to gather myself. If I hadn't, I would have walked up those stairs and retrieved that bag. Instead, I took a deep breath and waited at least five minutes before walking into the room where Katie was. When I did, there was Katie kneeling at the foot of the couch with the lighter in one hand and a cigarette in the other.

Part 5 to come very soon...