Katia's POV

I roll over in my bed before my alarm goes off. I can't sleep. I'm so excited. The opening night for Blue Bird is today. I was nervous when I first came back. I was worried that I wouldn't be able to keep up, but I've been doing fine. Michael actually praised me at our last rehearsal. I'm proud of myself. I gave Olivia and Miss Bell tickets to the show tonight. Our costumes for the show are beautiful and I didn't tell Mama or Olivia but I have a solo. They're going to be so surprised. I'm excited to go to therapy. I like talking to Dr Glen. I love Mistress and Olivia but it just feels really good to have someone else to talk to that gets it. Someone who gets me and my relationship with Mistress. I don't have to hide that or any other part of myself. If I want to be little, I can do that. It doesn't matter. For an hour and a half I can do or say anything I want. It feels good. I hop up and start to get ready.

After I'm showered and dressed I waltz into Olivia's room without knocking. Big mistake. I hear a girl moaning and close the door as quickly as possible. She's having sex.

"Sorry!" I call out from behind the closed door. Seconds later a scantily clad Liv comes out and closes the door behind her.

"Hey." She says nonchalantly.

"Hey?" I laugh. "Liv who is that?"

"Leah. Sorry I forgot to color the board." She scratches the back of her head. We have a rule that if we're entertaining we color the dry erase board red. It wouldn't have mattered. I didn't check.

"Well I'm sorry for barging in. Tell her I didn't see anything and I'm sorry."

Liv chuckles. "Okay. Are you going to breakfast before..." She arches her eyebrows.

"Therapy isn't a bad word, Liv. Yes I'm going to get a banana or something."

"Okay see you later." She starts to hug me but I lean away.

"I don't think so." I say laughing.

She laughs. "Right. Sorry."

"See you soon." I wave and make my way to the cafeteria. I grab two bananas. I have a big day ahead of me. I may need a snack later. I'm looking over the other fruit to see if I want to change my mind. Maybe I'll have an orange. The pears look good.

"Are bananas your secret to such an amazing body?" A voice says from behind me.

I turn around. "Excuse me?" I'm met with the most lush green eyes I've ever seen.

"Just wondering." She shrugs.

"Well it's kind of rude to start a conversation with someone you don't know that way."

She puts her hand over her heart and pretends to be shot. "Someone you don't know? I'm only the school's best soccer player."

"That's weird. The last time I saw Olivia she looked a little different." I smirk.

"Oh! She's beautiful aaand funny. I'm guessing you never got my text a while back. I'm Tori."

I wince. I forgot to text her back that night. I was so distraught over Mistress and coach K. "Oh sorry about that."

"It's okay. I get it. That was kind of lame. Getting your number from Sam and all."

"It was pretty lame." I tease her.

She smiles. "Listen, I was wondering if I could take you out some time."

I take a deep breath. "Oh. Um.." I stall and look at the fruit in my hand.

"You're seeing someone." She says kind of disappointed.

"No. Well yes I am. She just... doesn't go here."

She gives me a skeptical look. "I appreciate you trying to let me down easy."

"I'm not lying." I say trying to reassure her. "We can be friends but that's all I can be."

She nods. "Okay. I'd like that."

"Okay. Well I'll see you around. I have to go."

"See you later friend."

I laugh. "Byeeeee."

I grab my fruit and begin to make my way out of the door.

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"I know last time I let you take the wheel as far as what we discussed. However, I understand today is a big day for you. I want to talk about that." Dr. Glen says.

"Okay. What about it?" I ask subconsciously trying to make myself smaller in the chair.

"How are you feeling?"

"Good. I'm excited. A little nervous but really excited! I didn't tell Mistress or Olivia but I have a solo tonight. I can't wait." I gush.

"Why didn't you tell them?" She asks.

"I want to surprise them. That's actually the part I'm most nervous about. You should see the costumes. They're beautiful. I think I look a little fat in one of them but I'm in the back during that scene luckily."

"Did someone tell you that you were fat in the costume or did you tell yourself that?"

I pause. "I told myself that I guess."

She nods. "Can I ask a question?"

"Yes."

"Would you say the things you say to yourself to other people?" She asks.

I laugh. "No!"

"It would be mean, right?"

"Right."

"Why do you think it's okay to be mean to yourself?"

I purse my lips. "Well because.."

"Because what?" She ask. Her tone is still just as gentle as it was when I first walked in but I feel attacked.

I fold my arms and pout. "Well you're being mean to me right now and I'm gonna tell my Mama I don't want to come back."

"I'm not being mean, Kat. I just want you to see how mean you're being to yourself. Okay I want you to try something until I see you again on Tuesday. Okay?"

"Otay."

"Every time you have a negative or mean thought, I want you to write down a positive one instead. It's okay to repeat phrases if you need to but I want you to save the positive thoughts and bring them in."

I unfold my arms and nod.

"Are you still mad at me?" She asks.

"No." I mumble. "I sowwy."

She smiles and walks over to a corner. She comes back with a stuffed animal. It's a monkey. It's so cute. She hands it to me.

"What's this?" I ask.

"Mr. Monk. I let my patients that are having a rough session hold him sometimes."

I pet Mr Monks head. "Dr. Glen?"

"Yes, Kat."

"I lied to you about something during our first session." I confess.

"What about?" She asks.

"I said I cheated on Mistress but I didn't. I would never." I say.

"Were you testing me?" She asks.

"Yes." I lower my eyes now.

"I see. Well did I pass?"

"She hasn't killed me yet so I'm assuming so."

Dr Glen chuckles. "You can trust me, Kat. I promise."

"Pinky promise?" I ask.

She holds her pinky out. I squeal and lock my pinky with hers. The rest of the session she lets me drone on about school and my dad. I talk about Mistress too. I love talking about her. Once again I'm talking so much I lose track of the time. It really flies, huh? Dr. Glen gives me another lollipop and sends me on my way.

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My whole day has just been a collage of sitting and waiting. Everytime I look at the clock it's never the time I want it to be. I made it though! I'm headed to dance which is my last class of the day. Then, it's show time baby. Well, not quite show time but it will be time to start getting ready. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder.

"I'll take your bag for you. Looks heavy." Tori says smiling.

"That's usually Liv's job." I say.

"Well I don't see her around." Tori takes my bag and slings it across her shoulders. "So where are we going?" She asks.

"To the dance studio."

She snaps her fingers. "That's right! You're a ballerina."

I giggle. "I am."

"Do you guys have competitions and stuff?" She asks.

"There are competitions, but I've never participated. I don't think I'm ready to be judged so harshly."

"Psshh. You're probably amazing." Tori says.

"Well I appreciate your faith in me." I laugh.

We reach the studio door and I want Tori to leave before Sam sees us together. She won't be able to let this go. Mistress walks past us and my heart skips a beat. She always smells so good. I want to reach out and grab her.

"Hi Miss Bell." I say.

She looks at Tori then back at me. "Hi Katia." She says before walking away.

"That's your coach?" Tori asks.

I've never heard anyone call her my coach before. I chuckle. "Yes. My instructor."

"If my coach looked like that, I would never miss practice. How do you focus?" Tori asks while checking out Mistress's ass.

I gently direct Tori's head away from Mistress. "Everyone's not a perv." That's not true. Trying to focus on anything but her is a task.

"I'm not a perv. I just know what I like." Tori says coolly.

"Uh huh." I take my bag back from her. "Well I have to go. Thanks for walking with me."

"Any time." Tori winks at me and it makes me giggle. She's so arrogant it's almost adorable but it's still annoying.

I change into my dance clothes and head into the studio. Everyone is stretching and talking to each other. I leisurely stroll to Mistress's desk.

"Hi." I say.

She smirks. "Hello again. Who's your friend?"

"Tori. I'll tell you about that later."

"Uh huh. So how can I help you Miss Galanos?"

"Mm. So many ways." I whisper.

"Katia." She says warningly. I'm not supposed to tease her. Especially at school, but I can't help it. The way she looks at me is delectable.

I lean a little closer, but not too much. "Mistress, I've been a bad girl. I think I need a spanking."

Her eyes flicker with desire. "You're going to get more than that if you don't stop." She's trying to keep her teacher voice present but there's an edge to it that makes the most intimate parts of me tremble.

"Now you're making me all wet, Mama." I whisper.

She stares at me quietly. Surely she's concocting some type of torturous punishment for me inside that wickedly sadistic head of hers. I love it.

She clears her throat and stands up quickly. She takes her place at the front of the class. "Places!" She says loudly. Everyone including me takes a spot at the bar.

"I'll be drastically cutting the time of this class today as something I need to take care of just came up." Mistress locks eyes with me briefly. I swallow hard. "Does anyone oppose?" She asks. Everyone shakes their head no.

"Good." She smiles and it sends chills down my spine. I'm in trouble now.

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Christine's POV

My hormones were already raging after my dream this morning. I've been trying to stay busy and keep my mind off of Katia. Try not to think about her sexy little body or the way she looks on her knees kneeling for me. All day it's been like I could hear her moaning my name. She's driving me crazy and she's not doing anything. However, she knows I like when she wears her hair in two buns like that. Katia's so adorable but she's the devil in a leotard. Purposely breaking rules? She knows better than to tease me with what's mine. Especially when she knows I can't have her. By cutting class early I'll have time to take her home and have my way with her. I can't be too rough being that she has a show tonight but she'll pay. Class has ended and I'm in my car now almost home. I dial her number and she answers.

"Mistress?" She says innocently.

"My house. Now."

She giggles. "Yes ma'am."

I wonder why she's giggling. "See you soon." I say.

"I love you, Mama." She coos.

My heart melts. She's not playing fair. "I love you too, baby."

We end the call and I go inside to see she's already there. Kneeling. Waiting. That's why she was laughing. She's a good girl when she wants to be. I can't help the wicked grin that slides across my face.

"You're in so much trouble." I say looking down at her.

Her head is down. "I know, ma'am."

"Crawl to the cellar. I'll be there shortly." I command her.

"Yes, Mistress." She begins crawling to the cellar as I watch her perfect little ass. I get chills thinking about what I want to do to her. I go upstairs to change into something more comfortable then I meet her in the cellar. I pull her hair and drag her to the bed where I lock her hands and feet into place. I blindfold her. I find the nipple clamps and let them snap shut on her already hard nipples. She yelps and groans.

"You were such a bad girl at school today." I tell her.

"I know Mistress. I'm sorry." She says.

"Are you?" I tighten the clamps.

She whimpers in pain. "Yes ma'am."

"Sorry or not you still have to pay for your actions." I inform her.

"Yes ma'am."

I light a candle and wait for the wax to melt.

"Katia, do you remember your safeword?" I ask. Wax play can get a little intense some times.

Her lip quivers. She's scared. Good. "Y-yes ma'am." She stutters.

I drip the wax on my own wrist first. Just to make sure it's not scalding. It's not but it is hot. I trickle the wax around her breast.

She inhales sharply and whines.

"Does it burn?" I ask.

"Yes." She bites her bottom lip.

I pour a little more. "Yes what?"

"Ahhh! Yes ma'am! I'm sorry ma'am."

I drip the wax lower down her abdomen and watch her squirm. I put the candle down after a while and pick up a feather. I tickle the bottom of her feet. Her back arches as she tries to flee the sensation. She hates being tickled. it.

"Mistress please stop." She whines.

I ignore her plea.

"Mama!" She cries.

"Yes baby?" I tickle her feet more intensely than before.

She starts crying. "I'm sorry for being a bad girl. Please. I think I'm about to-" she stops talking and I notice the little pool of moisture gathered under her. She peed. I chuckle. Her face turns red as a tomato. I need to check in with her. I know that was one of her hard limits.

"Did you forget your safe word?" I ask.

She shakes her head no.

"Speak Katia."

"No ma'am."

"Do you want to stop?" I ask.

"No ma'am." She says sheepishly.

"Are you embarrassed?" I ask getting a vibrator from the drawer.

"Yes, Mistress."

I almost forgot she gets off on being humiliated. I turn the vibrator on and place it to her clit. "You should be."