Cat-Katie-Kitten Ch. 05- Dance Kit

"What?" Katie blurted out. "Pole dancing? Like a stripper? Or is that some 'Savvy-ism' for a gang bang?"

"Ree-lax," Savvy dismissed the surprise in her voice with a casual wave of a gloved hand. "Not like we're goin' on stage to git naked fer a'bunch a business fellas an' frat boys ta stuff our panties fulla dollar bills. Least not right away. I wonder if that's the final?"

"Savvy!" Kate protested, trying to remember if her contract with the lab contained a morals clause or not.

"Oh hush. It's a six week beginner class put on by a friend a'mine. Mondays and Thursdays hangin' with bored housewives lookin' ta spice things up in tha bedroom. Maybe a coupla' baby dancers gettin' some pointers. Suppose ta be a real good workout."

"A friend of yours?" Kate tried to settle in for the ride, letting the wind ruffle her long blond hair. While not her first time in Maybelle, this time Savvy drove the convertible out of the garage and both of them stayed dressed. "You know some interesting people."

"Ah know yew," Savvy agreed with her cheeriest smile, scooting the hot pink car through city traffic as if qualifying. "'Berry's a sweetheart."

"Barry? Sounds like a guy with a porn 'stache who WOULD teach pole dancing."

"Naw naw sweetie," Savvy laughed. "Its short fer 'Strawberry'. And she's about as far from bein' a guy as yew can git. Yew'll like her, Ah promise. Started strippin' ta git through school. Now she's a financial adviser but teaches the class jes'ta keep in shape."

They zipped through traffic and made it to the studio only a few minutes late once they pulled a cover over Maybelle. The class consisted of around a dozen women of various sizes and ages wearing tight tops and shorts, two assistants and the instructor gathered at the front of a number of poles spaced around the room.

"Strawberry!" Savvy called out, waving the minute the two of them walked in, interrupting conversation.

"Savvy!" the absolutely stunning redheaded instructor called out joyfully, crossing the room to sweep the belle from her feet in an enthusiastic hug. Standing a bit shorter than Jerry, she possessed a figure that would make her millions of dollars if she did porn and hid very little of it in her dancing outfit. "So glad you finally made it!"

"The timin' worked out this go-round." She returned the hug with equal fierceness until the taller woman set her down and they exchanged air kisses. "And I found a new special friend who's a bit more inta doin' 'bottom ta top' exercise."

"Meaning she doesn't get all of her workouts in the bedroom," Strawberry said with a perceptive smile. Katie didn't miss that her hand slipped down and gave Savvy's ass a familiar caress.

"Well, not ALWAYS in tha bedroom," she replied, taking Katie's hand. "Lotta workouts in the living room, kitchen, garage, bathroom... jes'cause mah faverit cardio is ridin' dick don't mean Ah cain't branch out. Katie Kitty, this is mah friend Strawberry. 'Berry, this is Katie."

"Hello Katie. It's a pleasure to meet you," Strawberry took Katie's other hand and squeezed it lightly in greeting. "Thank you for joining us today. Are you ready to join the class?"

"Sorry about that, ladies," Strawberry said, disentangling herself from Katie and Savvy and leading them back to the group. "Just goes to show, you bug someone enough, they'll actually do what you ask them to do. Unless you're married and then you might as well give up and do for yourself."

The late arrivals set down their workout bags against the wall and joined the group, Savvy greeting a few people she knew on the way. The tall redhead resumed her place at the front of the class where several large pictures of various clothed pole dancers hung on the mirrored wall.

"Welcome ladies to Basic Pole Dancing for Fitness," she said with a big welcoming grin. "In case you misread the flyer, that's 'pole' as in 'stripper pole' and not 'Polish'. Those classes are in a completely different annex and the instructor's name is Zazanna. My given name is Cassandra, but I prefer everyone call me 'Strawberry'. With me today are my assistants Mariko and Nancy."

She paused and asked everyone to introduce themselves, smiling and complimenting each woman in turn on clothing, hair, name- anything she chose to latch onto. Kate immediately recognized the technique she used, memorizing names and faces by putting in a memory trigger for herself- a good strategy that she herself used when meeting large outside groups at the lab. When they finished, she found that she too could easily put a name to each person too.

"Though Pole Dancing may be best associated with strip clubs," Strawberry continued, indicating a photo of herself wrapped around a pole on stage. "It started out as an attraction in 'Little Egypt' travelling sideshows as far back as the 1890s with and wasn't really considered a staple of stripping until the 1960s. And yes, that is a picture of me on stage in 2005 when I worked at the Skin Gentleman's Club as a featured performer to pay for college. If any of you, or your boyfriends at the time, were regulars, you've probably seen me naked."

Many of the ladies laughed. Savvy nudged her with an elbow and nodded, though Katie already suspected a bit more than sightseeing in their shared past.

"For those of you worried about having to get naked in this class, don't be. No one will take their clothes off for the things we're going to show you. Sorry Nancy." Strawberry smiled sweetly at her assistant, a small and slender brunette who sagged with visible sadness, pouting dramatically.

"We'll start out with ten very basic moves and, once you all master those, then move on to more complicated positions. We'll also talk about how to choreograph a routine for exercising, as well as one for the bedroom because, let's face it, if your man (or woman) isn't turned on by your dancing, they're probably dead. But more importantly YOU will love your body." That got another chuckle from the audience.

"Make no mistake ladies," Strawberry cautioned, moving towards one pole. "Pole dancing may be titillating to watch, and under the right circumstances, downright erotic, but it's a whole-body workout, especially your core and upper body. You'll support your own body weight with your arms a lot. We're going to work on your balance, coordination, stamina and arms. Mariko there may look like a fairy princess, but she's got guns that weightlifters envy." The willowy thin assistant nodded, then flexed into a bodybuilder pose, showing off her bare arms. "If you don't leave here sore all over, you haven't worked hard enough. You'll be tired, but you'll feel great! And if you do leave sore, I use a great massage therapist who will come to your home so when you're a puddle on the floor after she's done with you, you don't need to worry about driving anywhere.

"Now then, lets check out a demonstration of the first ten movements we're going to work on, and then we'll get started with some stretching before we break into smaller groups and try it ourselves?"

Strawberry then took the time to discuss the ten most common positions and movements used in a pole routine. She either demonstrated it herself, or one of her assistants mounted the pole as a live example of how to do it correctly. In review, she mounted the pole and did all ten in order, sliding down to the end to applause.

The group spread out to stretch, following Mariko's guidance through a very basic routine. Strawberry and Nancy roamed through the group, correcting stances and helping put a little more effort into the movements where needed. Katie, who somehow ended up at the back of the group, could follow both women prowling (No other word would do.), providing innocent assistance to some and familiar intimate caresses to others. She caught Strawberry fondling Savvy's thigh and blushed when the redhead turned and winked at her, then whispered something to Savvy who nodded in response.

When the class broke into smaller groups of five to an instructor and gathered around a pole. Katie gravitated toward Savvy and joined with a green-haired girl named Candi, a quiet Hispanic woman her own age called Maya, and Kalamity, who dressed a little like a hooker cowgirl. From what she'd already learned, Candi and Kalamity (Whose real name turned out to be Jane.) already worked as exotic dancers and took the class so they could move to better clubs. Not really caring about the sexuality aspects, Maya took the class to try something new to increase her parkour skills.

Kate, who already enjoyed an active exercise routine, did well enough to appear comfortable with the others. Savvy not so much, though she kept at it and made as many sexual jokes about pole handling as possible when she struggled. But with Strawberry minding their group and the two dancers providing additional support, she started to get the hang of the exercises. She would indeed suffer all-body soreness in the morning.

Following her turn at attempting a Basic Invert, Kate stepped off to get some water and catch her breath.

"How are you doing?" Strawberry asked, following after her.

"Alright," Kate replied, reaching into her bag for a scrunchie to tie up her hair. She fumbled with it, trying to flex the ache out of her hands. "It's certainly more of a workout than I expected. You make it appear so effortless."

"That's from years of practice on the stage." The tall redhead took the scrunchie from her hands and walked around behind her to help. "Before it became an actual exercise craze."

"And you kept up with it even after..." Katie relaxed and let the other woman tie up her hair, trying not to enjoy the grasp of strong feminine hands pulling on it too much.

"I got a patron who helped me through school and made sure I got a good job," Strawberry told her, still holding tightly to the ponytail though she finished putting her hair up. "He asked me to keep it up and teach others. I enjoy doing that for him."

"Nice guy," Katie agreed, aware of the hand now brushing against the back of her neck. She bit her lip to stifle a moan when the teacher's grip tightened ever-so-slightly on the back of her neck.

"Oh, he is! Maybe you'll get to meet him one day." They shared a short pause observing the others going through their basics. "She introduced you as a 'special friend'. In our circles, that's usually code for someone who we've had sex with who is hoping to expand her circle, did she tell you that?"

"No," she confessed with a blush she hoped the other students assumed was the flush of effort. "But I've been with her and her husband recently."

"That Jerry is a great fuck, isn't he?" Katie nodded, trying not to notice the creeping wetness growing between her legs. She didn't have much luck. Strawberry smelled so good and so close. "Can you stay late tonight? I'd like to get to know you a bit better. And reacquaint Savvy with a few Rules."

"Stay? Yes, for a bit."

"Excellent! Do you consider yourself a Top or a Bottom?" One hand and slid down Katie's back, very close to her butt and she started to squirm. Her nipples felt like they could cut through her sport bra and top.

"Switch. I've recently become more of a domme at home than I wanted to and I'm okay with it, but it's not really fulfilling. Savvy took control the day we met and... and I really enjoyed it. She calls me Kitty when I'm her sub."

"'Kitty'? I like it. It does feel good to let go and let someone else take the leash, doesn't it?"

Katie nodded, not trusting her voice and desperate for the water bottle in her bag.

"Try 'Yes Mistress'," Strawberry prompted.

"Yes Mistress."

"Good Kitty." She gave one last tug on the long ponytail, then walked past her towards the class once more "Excellent work ladies! Katie and I agree that everyone looks like they are doing well enough now that we should break up and work a bit more individually now! Everyone spread out and find a pole!"

For the last half hour of the class, Strawberry led them through a series of drills where she would outline a set of climbs, spins, slides and floor work and then lead them through it. Quite similar to a 'standard' exercise class, she led by example, though would regularly pause to point out something that someone did correctly, experimented with, or went wrong and how to fix it. They ended by doing more general stretching to cool down their sore muscles.

"Good job tonight ladies," the instructor wrapped up, rolling up out of a deep standing toe touch to a standing position. "Practice if you can at home but take it easy! You've all got the handout on making sure your pole is properly installed and I can put you in contact with a couple of good handy-people if you need help with that. Don't forget to sign up for the Facebook group in case I need to let you all know if class cancels for any reason. Anyone have any questions?"

"I've got one," asked Joyce, a dark-skinned beauty with a head of long, tight braids that brushed her generous booty. "If we're doing the same moves over and over, does it matter what music we got playing?"

"Absolutely! Dancing is all about helping you to reclaim your body, your sexual power and your freedom. Nothing helps you express who YOU are better than your music! And how you dance to music helps you express not only your mood but helps connect any audience to you and the emotions you are trying to express. Watch-"

Strawberry got up and scanned the playlist on her phone, pulling up Elvis singing 'Blue Suede Shoes' at random and starting it playing. Returning the phone to the speaker cradle, she went through the same routine of basic moves they started the session off with. The display of skill utterly divorced from the music, ignoring it for no part of anything but background noise. When the song ended, she'd already been on the ground for the last few bars.

"There we go. Our Basic Moves with music playing. Not real interesting, was it? Didn't really draw you in." She waited until she got nods from everyone including Joyce then brought up a different song. "Let's now check out Nancy with something a little more 'strip club'-ish."

To Motley Crue's 'Girls, Girls, Girls', Nancy did the exact same routine once before the song got to the halfway point and immediately started it again, adding some new moves in as she went. She spun, climbed and dropped almost entirely in time to the music- quickly and with big energy. By the time the song ended, she panted heavily but wore a big sexy grin, basking in the attention and applause.

"Now, even with the bare Basics, that was EXCITING and SEXY and you could sense how into it she got, right?" Another chorus of agreement. "On the other hand, Mariko likes to take it slow."

Tall and thin, Mariko approached the pole gracefully, treating it more like a partner than a simple shaft of metal rising from the floor. While James Blunt crooned 'You're Beautiful' through Strawberry's phone speaker, she once more repeated the Basics, but almost in slow motion by comparison. If not for the information that she used the exact same movements in the same order, she performed as if on a ballet stage. Her final slide to the floor ended at the exact moment the song ended. She stepped away, curtsied politely with her Mona Lisa's secret smile gracing her thin lips.

"Wow." Strawberry led the applause and Katie fully agreed. Mariko gave a breathtaking performance that truly matched the music selected. "And there we saw an example of grace and sensuality in a dance without being 'too sexy'. If you take nothing else out of class today, take that. Well done!"

Everyone gravitated toward their bags, excitedly discussing what they had already learned and the performances of the two assistants at the end. Katie went for her bag alongside Savvy, chatting with Maya about applying pole skills to parkour.

"Don't forget to practice ladies! Do the floor exercises in the handouts!" Strawberry wove among the group, adding compliments on the effort everyone put in that night. "And if you have a pole at home, don't be afraid to experiment. Screw up! Love anything your body reveals to you. Trust yourself and be wild!" That got excited whoops and yells from the women in response. Then the tall redhead took Savvy's wrist in hand.

"Savannah, Kate, do you mind staying a few extra minutes? I've got some handouts for you that you missed getting at the start of class."

Katie finally saw Savvy at a loss for words, licking her bright red lips in anticipation. She glanced at Katie, who nodded.

"Of course, Mist... Strawberry," she responded, barely catching herself in time. "Been a long time since we spent any quality time together."

The three of them spend some time chatting about the course, class days, and mundane 'getting reacquainted' things until Mariko shooed the last of their classmates out the door before her so Nancy could lock it behind them. Strawberry indicated they should get their bags, then led them to a room in the back filled with heavy rolled gym mats. Katie's heart pounded in her chest while the commanding redhead stared down at Savvy, who studiously studied the floor.

"You came in late." Strawberry stated plainly, hands on her hips.

"Yes Mistress," Savvy responded almost meekly, something unusual Katie had never experienced.

"You brought a 'special' friend with you." Katie felt oddly under a spotlight in the very plainly lit room. And how did she adopt such a submissive posture so FAST?

"Yes Mistress."

"You told me the code phrase, making me think she expected something special tonight."

"Yes Mistress." Savannah practically moaned her response, starting to twitch and resisting the urge to grab Katie's hand.

"Kitty, did Savannah tell you that we might want to enjoy you tonight?" Mistress Strawberry walked over to Katie, who suddenly didn't know what to do with her hands. Especially when the beautiful redhead reached under her shirt to intimately caress her belly.

"N-no Mistress," she made herself reply, aware that it stood a good chance of getting Savvy into deeper hot water. "But I don't mind the surprise. Really. It's Savvy- I think I should really come to expect it."

"That's sweet of you to say Kitty." Strawberry's warm hand went under her sports bra and grabbed Katie's breast. "But Savannah should have told you about the code before bringing you here. Shouldn't you, Savannah?"

"Yes Mistress," Savvy responded, clearly twitching in her own arousal. Mistress Strawberry squeezed Katie's tit firmly, then kissed her before pulling her hand free. It was a kiss of possession, not passion, making her head swim.

"Savannah will have to be punished Kitty. Take her shorts off please."

"Mistress?" Katie asked somewhat startled and a little drunk on the warm, heady kiss.

"Be a good girl and take Savannah's shorts off." Mistress Strawberry held out her hand for the leather flogger Nancy took out of one of the workout bags, testing it on her own hand. "She's obviously forgotten how to treat her 'special friends' and needs a reminder."

Turning to her lover, Katie found Savvy flushed with excitement and nodding encouragement. She approached and started fumbling with the buttons of the yellow and white shorts.

"It's ok," Savvy whispered, putting her hands on Katie's shoulders for balance. She worked the tight shorts over Savvy's generous hips and off her soft bottom, leaving her only in her panties. "Ah knew 'Berry would keep us late. She'll whip mah ass a little and we'll head home after she cuts us loose. Don't worry. Ah like it. Jerry's got a great hand for paddlin' mah ass raw."

"How late were they Nancy?" Mistress asked her assistant while Katie knelt to help Savvy step out of the shorts. She approached, running an appreciative hand over the tattooed backside of her former pet. Her hand snuck under the back of the silky panties and pulled up, forcing the fabric between the round globes and making Savvy stand on her tiptoes.

"Fifteen minutes, Mistress," Nancy replied, holding her hands quite studiously behind her back while a noticeable wet spot grew in the crotch of her own outfit.

"Fifteen strokes just doesn't cut it," Mistress Strawberry said, thoughtfully tapping her chin with the end of the whip. "We'll need to double that. And then add ten for not telling Kitty about the rules. Does that sound fair to you, Kitty?"

"No Mistress," Kitty found herself replying. Taking a deep breath, she plunged ahead, wiggling out of her own shorts.

"No, I don't think that punishing just Savvy sounds fair at all."

"Katie?" they both asked her in unison, Strawberry reaching out to stroke her arm while Savvy grabbed both hands. She locked eyes with Savvy.

"Since meeting Savvy, I've been bouncing along like a toy boat through rapids. I've had fun, gotten lost underwater a few times already and crashed once pretty spectacularly." She kissed Savvy's hands, then faced Strawberry squarely. "And it all happened because I couldn't make myself say 'No. This is too much.'.

"So I need you to punish me too. For not standing up for myself."

The two other women glanced at each other for an instant.

"Ah believe a 'time-out' is in order here," Savvy offered.

"Agreed. We ARE probably moving things along a little quickly. This isn't some poorly written version of '50 Shades' and WE, you and I, Savvy, haven't played like this in a couple of years. We need to discuss our Ground Rules and Hard Limits. Nancy, come here."

They sat down together on several of the rolled-up mats with Nancy kneeling on the floor at her Mistress' feet, holding the flogger in her mouth like a bone while Strawberry calmly stroked her sub's long brown hair. They talked about what Strawberry, as their part-time Mistress and instructor expected of them as students in class and as pet-playmates afterwards. She required them to come on time, both to class and any additional personal time spent with her. She understood that they could not try to remain exclusive to her and any play time would need to be coordinated with all three busy work and personal schedules.

For their part, the girlfriends talked about what they sought with Strawberry acting as their Mistress, and with each other. While Savvy sought a reminder to keep her new lover's feelings in the forefront, getting a refresher on 'The Rules' as a bonus, Katie discovered that she sought something more cathartic- a loss of control and responsibility, if only for awhile. And, in a moment of brutal self-honesty, a way to atone for bad or poor mistakes she continued to harshly punish herself for to purge them from her mind.

*Swish* Slap!

"Thirty-eight!" Katie cried out, jolting at the sting of the flogger coming up between her legs and laying another flat smack of leather over her pussy and mound. She'd endured at least eight such blows since they started.

*Swish* Slap!

"Thirty-eight!" Savvy called out with a grunt that Katie took to mean the blow she received landed in the same location.

*Swish* Slap!

"Thirty-nine!" Without Savvy also keeping count, Katie'd have lost track of the strikes that warmed her naked ass and made it sting with heat. She squeezed Savvy's hand for strength and encouragement.

*Swish* Slap!

"Thirty-NINE!"

*Swish* Slap! *Swish* Slap!

"FORTY!" They screamed together, the last blow coming in sideways instead of up or down like all the rest. Mistress swung hard, slapping the fingers of the flogger over Katie's ass first, brought it completely across to skim Savvy's burning skin, then delivered a strong backhand in the other direction. Both shuddered, struggled and ultimately dropped to their knees, bent over the rolled mat they'd braced themselves on.

"Good girls!" Mistress Strawberry praised, caressing each sore bottom in turn. "And such pretty red tails!"

"Thank you, Mistress," they chorused quietly. Katie screamed herself raw, crying hot tears with every stinging blow. She'd been spanked and whipped by previous lovers, but those had been playful amateur punishments in comparison.

Mistress made herself comfortable sitting between them, gently rubbing raw flesh under her careful, experienced hands. The contact felt so good that Katie barely noticed when the hand traveled from her sore bottom, around her hip and up between her legs. Only when she reflexively shifted her knees apart and shifted her bottom closer so Mistress' strong fingers could get better access to her leaking slit did she notice.

After they finished setting ground rules, both she and Savvy stripped off their panties and bent over at the waist, standing with their legs more than shoulder width apart, bracing against the stored mats. Mistress Strawberry expertly wielded her flogger, swirling it back and forth in a figure-eight, never striking a stinging blow too many times in the same spot. Flat, firm blows landed on upturned cheeks, inside and outside their thighs, and several straight up between their legs to warm mounds and bellies. By contrast, the gentle massaging masturbation turned into a whole different type of torture.

Mistress Strawberry's strong, clever fingers homed in on each woman's tender clit. Kitty tried to relax and enjoy her fondling, rewarding herself for only using 'yellow light' once when Mistress told them both she liked seeing their 'slutty cunts', which made her more uncomfortable than bending over half-naked and getting spanked in the backroom of a gym. Happily, Savvy agreed and Mistress accepted that certain words didn't make her feel sexy and they continued.

Savvy came first, squealing when the strong, sensitive fingers finally sent her over the edge she'd danced towards since getting in the car hours ago. Strawberry's familiar fingers grinding against her clit-ring, a long-forgotten pleasure, gave her what she anticipated. But not the reward she hoped for.

"Oh Savannah... bad girl- cumming without permission," Mistress Strawberry scolded, pulling her hand from Savvy's tightly clenched thighs. She pulled the prostrate woman back upright, sitting on the floor before her, then sticking cum sticky fingers in the sub's mouth. Kitty tried to hold still, waiting for the tease to begin again, glad for the distraction that brought her back from the brink herself.

"For being such a naughty slu... bitch, you will now sit and edge with Nancy while I finish with sweet Kitty here."

Banished, Savvy sat beside Nancy, also stripped from the waist down, who sat nearby. The elfin dancer sat with both hands in her crotch, teasing and edging herself, not having been allowed to cum for the last month. Mistress took her on as a sub after something happened to her previous Master and had since ordered her to remain on the edge until some special event.

"Now Katie will be a good Kitty and cum when she is told, won't she?" Mistress Strawberry took the time to pull Kitty over her knee, pushing her head to the floor while her red ass pointed up at the ceiling. She didn't try to respond, opening her legs wantonly for more attention instead.

She lost track of time, squirming, writhing, biting her fingers to keep from climaxing until told.

Her feet couldn't find purchase to even hump the air.

She relived the heat of her stinging bottom every time Mistress stopped fingering her to bare-handed spank her stinging ass again.

She fought with every reserve of control she still possessed, legs trembling.

She ached so much to be commanded to cum, she hardly noticed the fingers slipping into her asshole.

"Kitty, cum."

"How'd it go?" Brian asked, setting his controller down when she limped in and dropped her workout bag by the door. Kate paused on her way to the shower, ignoring the trickle of moistness escaping her nether lips and starting to trail down her leg, and smiled tiredly.

"I can safely report the teacher beat my ass tonight, but I'm looking forward to next time."

"Hey," he called to her as she started to walk down the hall. "Is that Savvy person someone..."

"I don't think she'd be interested in being with *us* Brian." Me? Absolutely. Us? Stranger things have happened.