Catfood - Episode 22 - Tryout day - Checking In by Nameless

Catfood - Episode 22 - Tryout day - Checking In

Nameless, Bondage, Human, Humiliation, Nudity, Rat

#22 of Catfood

Catfood

Catfood - Episode 22 - Tryout day - Checking In

Just to be sure I checked the address once more and it was the correct one. The building was some twenty stories high. The ground floor was taken up by shops, above that were eight floors of offices with expensive apartments above that up. The way the balconies were arranged told me that there were only a few apartments on each floor. I walked up the stairs, past a rent-a-cop and entered the building. Ahead of me was a shopping passage, to my left was a closed door (that I assumed to be the entrance to the apartments) and a guard booth with another rent-a-cop. To my right was a reception area with a bank of elevators at the far wall.

I turned to the receptionist whose eyes widened when she saw me. She raised a hand to her cover her mouth, "Hey, you..." For a moment I feared that she might actually call one of the guards to have me escorted from the premises, but then she checked herself.

I pawed her the card I had been given and said, "My name is Lisa. I have an appointment."

"Good afternoon, Miss." She flashed me a somewhat strained smile and put the card in a reader. She studied the screen for a moment and said somewhat grudgingly, "Yes, you are expected. Elevator two please." She gave me a strange smile, "Have a pleasant time."

"Ummm... thank you." I turned to the bank of elevators and headed for the open one. The door closed behind me and I rode up to the sixth floor. "Now why does the floor number not surprise me?"

The door opened, I took a few steps forward and I faced another receptionist. "Miss Lisa?"

"Yes."

"Door 605, please." She waved to her left.

"Thank you." I headed to the indicated door and pressed the buzzer. The door clicked open and I entered. The small room contained only a bench, a low table with a few old magazines and a small desk with a computer screen. A waiting room, like you would find at a doctor's office. I waited for a few moments, when nothing happened, I checked the other door but found it locked. Since there was nothing else to do and I didn't have any idea how long I would have to wait, I sat down, wondering if I should look at one of the magazines. After a minute or so I picked one of them up and started leafing through it without paying any real attention to it. It was just something to keep my paws occupied.

After about five nerve-wracking minutes the door opened. The wait had been just long enough for me to stop watching the door from the corner of my eye and actually turn my attention to the magazine. I was so startled by the sudden noise that I sent the magazine flying across the room.

"Miss Lisa?" The woman asked. She had pale skin and her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a black dress and high heels. My first impression was that she looked like a dominatrix in civilian clothing. She looked at the magazine on the floor, then back at me and grinned, "Nervous?"

"Yes. Ummm... to both questions."

Her grin turned decidedly feral at my answer, she obviously enjoyed my discomfort, "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I stood up and held out my paw.

I was a little surprised when she shook her head and explained, "I'm not supposed to touch you." They way she looked me up and down left no doubt that she regretted that. I blushed furiously at her appraisal. "Once you enter the next room, you will be our slave until we release you again. Do you know what that entails?"

"Yes."

"All right, follow me, then." She turned around and walked back into the next room. I followed quickly. When the door clicked shut behind me, it sounded like a clap of thunder.

The room I found myself in looked much like an examination room in a hospital. There was a hospital bed, a desk and a few drawers and closets.

"First, your name is 'Jane' while you are here and you address me as 'Madam'. Understood?"

"Yes..." After a moment I added "Madam."

"Good." She pointed at a dresser "Jane, take off your clothes, everything and put it in there. No, leave the heels, but take off everything else."

It felt strange and humiliating to be addressed by a name that was not my own. Well, I already had some experience since I had been renamed 'Lisa' recently, but for some reason this was different. After a moment I forced myself to say "Yes, Madam." and walked over to where she had pointed. One look at her confirmed my suspicion that she would not give me any privacy and that I would have to undress right in front of her. I know I should have been much more used to this by now, but for some reason the way she looked at me made me embarrassed my greatly.

Blushing furiously, I put my purse into the dresser and grabbed the hem of my dress. I had to take a few deep breaths to steady my nerves before I could make myself pull it up and over my head. I put it on a hanger. Her eyes seemed to grow an inch as she took in my now almost nude body. It took even more effort to pull my panties down. The scent of my sex hit me and I put the soaked panties away as quickly as possible.

"Is that all? No jewelry or anything?"

"No, Madam." After a moment I remembered the rubber bands on my nipples and I blushed even more furiously than before. "Just these."

She considered me for a very long moment before she spoke, "They look really good on you. It's a shame, really, but you'll have to take them off Jane."

"Yes, Madam." The rubber bands were very tight and my fingertips were slick which made them quite difficult to remove. I finally had to use my claws to get them off. My arousal increased considerably while I fumbled around with my already very sensitive breasts. That her eyes were glued to my breasts didn't help any, but I didn't dare to turn around.

"Close the dresser and give me the key."

"Yes, Madam." I closed the dresser and dropped the key into her outstretched hand. I took a step back and waited for her next command.

She took her time, looking me up and down and mumbled, "Pity. You're so pretty and I'm not allowed to touch you." I blushed furiously at that. Finally she pointed at the table across the room. "In this box you will find a few things to put on. Do so."

"Yes, Madam." I crossed the room and opened the box. Inside were several leather items and a small box on top. I took the various things and spread them on the table. Nothing I saw filled me with a lot of confidence about the things that were in store for me, but there was nothing that looked terribly dangerous either.

There was a leather harness. It consisted of a leather and steel collar with a D-ring on one side and a small cuff opposite it. The cuff was just the right size for my tail; a leather strap that would run down my back connected it to a belt with two handcuffs and another smaller cuff for my tail. Two more straps connected the belt to two belt-like straps that would go around my thighs. Then there was a leather harness that looked very much like a dog muzzle, it was obviously for my head, complete with a penis-shaped gag and a blindfold. I did not relish the idea of putting all that on, it would leave me completely helpless if I did, but since I had decided to come here, I had to. Suddenly I was glad I had looked through the catalog of that mail-order shop for bondage gear. Knowing what all the items were for made them much less intimidating than thery would have been otherwise.

There were also two cuffs for my ankles, connected by a short chain. The last item in the box was a meter-long leash.

"Open the small box first." I did. It contained three bright green rings made of a rubber-like material. "Put one of the rings on your left thumb and the two others on your index and middle fingers."

"Yes, Madam." I did so.

"This is your emergency signal. Don't use unless you really have to. To activate it, push your thumb between your index and middle finger so that the rings touch. Let's test it." She held up a small device. When I arranged my fingers in the way she had said, a bright red lamp lit up on the device. She did touch me then, to help me adjust the rings so that the alarm would activate properly but not give a signal if I just balled my paw into a fist. When she was satisfied, she stepped back and said, "Ok. Remember that. You may not be able to speak, so this may be your only reliable way to inform your master if you have problems. If you use it without a very good reason, he will consider you to have given up on the challenge. Understood?"

"Yes, Madam." I hoped that I would not have to use this.

"Good. Now, Jane, put on the harness. Start with the collar. Leave the hand-cuffs for now."

"Yes, Madam." I answered and picked up the harness. The collar was open in the front, so I held the harness behind my back. I shook my head so my headfur fell over my face, then I settled the collar around my neck. It closed with a loud 'click'. A short tug confirmed that it was securely locked. The collar fit my neck snugly, not too tight but not loose either. Whoever my master for the day was, he knew my size. The wide leather restricted the movement of my head somewhat. "That must have been why they took all those measurements during my examination."

I reached behind me and pulled the belt around my waist. It rode rather high up, about level with my bellybutton. Like the collar it locked when I pressed the ends together and it fit me perfectly. Tight enough that it wouldn't shift easily, but not too unpleasant. The two straps around my thighs followed.

"Your tail next. Turn around so I can see what you are doing."

"Yes, Madam."

"Use one hand to pull your tail up." I did as she had commanded and snapped the cuff closed around it. Then I repeated the procedure with the cuff attached to the collar. I could wave the tip of my tail behind my head, but otherwise it was held completely immobile.

The woman behind me giggled, "That looks really cute, Jane. Your tail waving about like that." I blushed at that. "The ankle cuffs come next.

"Yes, Madam." I picked them up from the table.

When I began to kneel, she commanded, "Don't bend your knees, Jane." Gritting my teeth, I obeyed. My back was still turned to her and when I bent down I realized that she would get a really good view of my privates. I blushed when I looked at her between my legs and saw the appreciative look on her face. I blushed even harder when she licked her lips. I cuffed my legs and stood up again as quickly as I could.

"The muzzle harness next."

"Yes, Madam." It took me a few moments to figure out which strap went where.

"Put the gag into your mouth and tighten the straps."

"Yes, Madam." My last words, at least for a while. I did as she had commanded. The gag filled my mouth almost completely, unpleasant but not too bad. It tasted of leather. I started drooling almost instantly.

"Attach the leash to your collar." I nodded and clipped the leash to the D-ring. "Now the blindfold." A few deep breaths calmed my nerves enough to let me obey. The padded leather fit right over my eyes and my world descended into darkness. I could not see any light, not even a little bit. After a bit of fumbling I locked the blindfold in place.

"Now your paws. I'll help you with the second one." I closed one of the handcuffs around my left paw. A moment later the second one clicked shut around my right paw. I was completely helpless.

The woman took a step back. I could feel her eyes on my backside; they made me cringe and blush. If I wasn't already nude, I'd have said that she was undressing me with her eyes. "Pretty."

A minute or so later she commanded, "Turn around." I did, very carefully, I didn't want to trip. Her soft whistle made me blush even more. My face burned and the fur on my muzzle stood on end. She sighed sadly, "I'd really like to have some fun with you, my little Mousie... too bad my boss told me not to.

I heard a step in front of me, and then there was a soft rustling. Suddenly I felt her breath on my sex. I shivered. "You like that, don't you?" I cringed in embarrassment as I realized that my sex was wet and hot, that tying myself up had turned me on even more than I had already been. She smacked her lips. "You smell good." It took all my willpower to stand still. She moved her mouth up and down my sex, blowing air at it. She didn't touch me, but her lips could not have been more than a centimeter or two from my increasingly wet sex. What she was doing turned me on more and more.

I nearly jumped out of my fur when her cell phone rang suddenly. I stumbled and only managed to keep upright because her hands steadied me. She stood up, there was more rustling, then she cursed softly, "Shit. My boyfriend! I forgot to tell him I have to work late today!" Her voice was low, I wasn't sure if she had just talked to herself or to me. " Don't move!" That command was obviously meant for me, her next words were directed at the phone (so I assumed, at least) "Hello Andy." Steps, then the door opened. "I'm sorry..." Her voice was cut off when the door closed behind her.

Suddenly I was alone. Completely alone and totally helpless. My feet suddenly felt very wobbly in the high heels I wore. I started panting in sudden fear. After a while I managed to calm myself down a bit. "Stay calm! She'll be back in a minute. No need to worry." I waited and waited. I wondered what kept her, I didn't have any means of keeping time, but it seemed that she had been away for way too long now. Minutes passed, and I waited. There was nothing else I could do. I didn't dare to move; she had not told me to and in any case I was afraid that I'd trip and hurt myself. As much as I tried to keep calm, my nerves slowly started to get the better of me.

I was starting to panic, alternating between trying to remember how to use the safety signal (and wondering if it would really work) and trying to keep myself from giving in and tripping it. Suddenly I heard Tammy's voice "Remember, they will put you through all kinds of strange and sometimes unpleasant experiences. They will be testing your limits, but you will be perfectly safe. Always remember that." It couldn't have been her, of course, I was alone in the room, but it felt much more real than just a memory.

Then I had an insight that calmed me considerably: Suddenly I was sure that the call had not been an accident, but that they had planned it. Probably to see if I freaked out if they put me in this situation. I remembered a similar 'coincidence' in one of the bondage stories I had read. She was probably just on the other side of the door, ready to help me if I really got into trouble. I tried to remember if there had been a security camera in this room. I didn't remember any, but then I had not looked for it.

"What was that!?! _" I had felt a breeze blow over my exposed sex. It felt as if someone who knelt in front of me had expelled his breath. "_I'm alone, ain't I?" I wondered, I had not heard anybody enter and there had not been anybody else in the room. I held my breath to listen, but all I could hear was the hammering of my own heart and the rushing of my blood. I blushed in embarrassment; I wanted to run, but I didn't dare to move.

After a while air was blown over my sex again. And again and again. In a totally unpredictable pattern. Three breaths in quick succession; then a long pause; then a much shorter pause. It almost never came when I expected it. After a minute I realized that I was getting more and more turned on. I was panting, my sex felt hot and I could smell the musk of my arousal. The fur on my thighs began to feel cool when the breath blew over it and I realized that my juices must be dripping down the inside of my thighs. I cringed in shame.

I was heartily glad when the door finally opened and the woman came back in. I wondered if I would ever learn her name. "I'm sorry, Jane. That took a bit longer than I thought it would. You know how males are on the phone... I hope you didn't get bored too badly." She took the leash. Then she sniffed loudly and said (the grin in her voice was unmistakable), "You had fun, didn't you? Naughty girl..." I blushed at that, I could feel every hair on my muzzle stand on end. Suddenly I was glad for the blindfold; glad that I didn't have to look her in the eye.

"Let's go." I did my best to follow the light tug on the leash. Walking was difficult, I couldn't see anything and I had to take really small steps because of the short chain between my ankles. After only a few steps I realized that my hips would be moving rather sexily. As far as I could tell, we walked out of the rooms and back into the corridor. She held the doors for me. Out in the corridor (or so I assumed at least) we turned left and I realized that the receptionist there would see me as well once we walked around the corner. I stopped in shock, but a tug on the leash forced me to continue.

I cringed when we turned another corner and a few steps later I heard an appreciative whistle and the cheerful voice of the receptionist, "Nice catch, Shelly. What a piece of cheesecake!" She giggled at her joke.

"Yes. Too bad the boss won't even let me touch her. Ah, well..."

Then I cringed when I heard one of the elevator doors open and I wondered if I was to be paraded in front of everybody who worked here. "Nice."

"A male!" My blush deepened, making me wonder if the fur on my muzzle would spontaneously catch flame and I took an involuntary step back. A sharp tug on the leash reminded me to stand still.

"Hi, Shelly!" I could feel his gaze travel up and down my nude body, "I knew we had a rat problem, but such a big one... The boss will be happy that you caught her."

"I hope so. I certainly hope I get a reward..."

"And knowing you, I can just guess what you'll ask for... a piece of rat pie?"

Shelly, now I had a name for my keeper, laughed at that, "How did you guess?"

"Well, if you ever tried to keep your desires a secret, then you didn't do a very good job of it... Say, do you have a minute?"

"Sure, Stan. I must not keep the boss waiting too long, but I guess I can spare a minute."

"Great! Say, could I... feel her up a little?"

She left the question hanging for a very long moment "Please say no!" before she answered, "Sorry, but no touching. Feel free to look..."

I had to stand still for a minute or more while Stan walked around me. There was no way I could hide any of my normally private parts from his view. My blush deepened; then it got even hotter when I realized that my cunt was at least as hot as my muzzle. And that it probably drooled as much as my mouth did, which was quite a bit.

"Hmmm... she smells good. Do you know which perfume she's using?"

"We'd have to ask, but I think its 'Eau de Femme'."

"Aha... My favorite." My ears would have grown even redder at that if that had been possible.

I was greatly relieved when Shelly finally announced, "Sorry, Stan, we mustn't keep the boss waiting any longer. Come, Jane." We walked forward a few steps, and then we waited again. I could feel Stan's eyes and those of the receptionist on my bare back, on my ass, my tailhole. Without my tail to cover at least that bit, I felt more naked than ever. Then one of the elevator doors opened and I followed Shelly inside. I breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed behind me.

I was glad the male had not touched me, and yet... a small part of me was disappointed.

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" Eeep!"

Shelly was on me the moment the elevator's door closed. Her right hand reached for my crotch and at least two of her fingers slipped into me while her left hand grabbed my breast. I squeaked in surprise and shock and jumped back only to crash into the wall. I almost lost my footing but Shelly's hands steadied me.

She scolded me, "Hold still!" bent down and began to lick and suck my breasts. My ears must have started smoking. I wanted nothing but to get away, but I forced myself to relax. It wasn't as if I had any say in the matter, tied up and gagged as I was, and I reminded myself that it couldn't be more than a few moments before the elevator door would open once more.

Once I got over the worst of my shock I had to admit that as much as it embarrassed me to admit, Shelly did know what she was doing. Her fingers seemed to drawn directly to all the right spots. Electric shivers ran up and down my spine. I had been quite aroused already and in moments I began to pant and muffled squeaks of pleasure tried to force their way around the gag.

It can't have been more than a few moments even if it seemed to take much longer, but when the elevator finally stopped and the door opened, I was close to cumming. As best as I can tell, the elevator ride had taken much longer than it should have, given that the building we were in had only 20 stories. Shelly pinched my clit one last time, almost " Almost!" taking me over the edge and removed her hand from my dripping sex, letting her fingers linger for an endlessly teasing moment. I groaned in frustration and Shelly giggled. I couldn't see her, of course, but that slurping noise could only be one thing "Yummy! Yummy!" I blushed harder.

Shelly led away and the elevator closed behind us. We walked a few meters before she stopped me again, "Let me make sure you look all right." Shelly walked around me, while her hands roamed all over my body, feeling me up as much as checking the restraints and smoothing down my fur. For some weird reason the prohibition against touching me seemed to have been lifted the moment we stepped into the elevator. Or maybe we were finally in an area that didn't have a security camera and she felt safe to do what she wanted rather than what she had been told to do. After what seemed like an eternity, she declared "Fantastic! You look good enough to eat, my little mousie!" She giggled "Maybe when my boss is done with you..." There was a hint of a promise in what she had left unsaid. I was not sure if I was more scared or eager to find out.

In any event, I didn't have time to think about it. Shelly grabbed the leash and pulled me forward. She opened a door and I followed her into the room beyond.

We walked a few meters into the room, which, as far as I could tell, seemed to be quite spacious, and stopped.

A male voice somewhere in front of us asked "Yes, Shelly?" I shivered and blushed; I could feel his eyes roam over my nude body. My very exposed and aroused body. The heat in my sex almost matched that of my cheeks. I didn't recognize the male's voice and yet, I did. Somewhere deep in my bones I felt that I had heard his voice before, but I could not put my finger on it.

"Jane is here to... see you, Sir." The amusement in Shelly's voice was impossible to miss as was the barely suppressed giggle. I guess she really liked her own joke.

"Thank you, Shelly." The dismissal was clear, as was a note of unyielding will. I shivered once more as I realized that even if I was not tied up and helpless, suddenly knew that I would do whatever he commanded me to do.

"Thank you, Sir." Shelly turned and walked away, closing the door as she left the room.

End of Episode 22

I wrote a part of this chapter a long time ago. At that point I had planned for this chapter to be chapter 8 and Lydia did not yet have any experience with bondage at this point. The setting was similar, but her reactions were slightly different. I rewrote this a little, but I kept as much as possible.

Anyway, here is the first version of the sequence:

Catfood - Episode 8 - Tryout day

I checked the address once more. It was the correct one, a building some twenty stories high. Some shops and office space in the lower floors, expensive apartments higher up. I walked up the stairs, past a rent-a-cop and entered the foyer. I walked to the receptionist, pawed her the card I had been given and said "Lydia Catbait. I have an appointment."

"Good afternoon, Miss." She flashed me a smile and put the card in a reader. She studied the screen for a moment and said "You are expected. Elevator two please." She gave me a strange smile "Have a pleasant time."

"Ummm... thank you." I turned to the bank of elevators and headed for the open door. "Why did she make that comment? Did she know why I am here or did she just say it like that?" The door closed and I rode up to the sixth floor. "Now why does the floor number not surprise me?"

The door opened, I took a few steps forward and I faced another receptionist. "Miss Lydia Catbait?"

"Yes."

"Door 605." She waved to her left.

"Thank you." I headed to the indicated door and pressed the buzzer. The door clicked open and I entered. The small room contained only a bench, a low table with a few old magazines and a small desk with a computer screen. A waiting room. I sat down, wondering if I should look at one of the magazines. I picked one up and started leafing through it without paying any real attention to it. It was just something to keep my paws occupied.

After about five nerve-wracking minutes the door opened. I was so startled, I sent the magazine flying across the room.

"Miss Catbait?" The woman asked. She had pale skin, her black hair was pulled back into a ponytail. She wore a black dress and high heels. She looked at the magazine on the floor, then back at me and asked "Nervous?"

"Yes. Ummm... to both questions."

She grinned, obviously enjoying my discomfort "Are you ready?"

"Yes." I stood up and held out my paw.

I was a little surprised when she shook her head and explained "I'm not supposed to touch you." They way she looked me up and down left no doubt that she regretted that. I blushed furiously at her appraisal. "Once you enter the next room, you will be our slave until we release you again. Do you know what that entails?"

"Yes."

"All right, follow me, then." She turned around and walked back into the next room. I followed quickly. When the door clicked shut behind me, it sounded like a clap of thunder.

The room looked a bit like an examination room in a hospital. There was a hospital bed, a desk and a few drawers and closets.

"First, your name is Jane and you address me as 'Madam'. Understood?"

"Yes..." After a moment I added "Madam."

"Good." She pointed at a dresser "Jane, take off your clothes, shoes, everything and put it in there."

It felt strange and humiliating to be addressed by a name that was not mine. After a moment I forced myself to say "Yes, Madam." and walked over there. One look at her confirmed my suspicion that she would not give me any privacy, that I would have to undress right in front of her. Blushing furiously, I put my purse into the dresser and started to unbutton my blouse. I took it off and put it on a hanger. My skirt followed, then my bra. It took a bit of effort to pull my panties down and put them away. Then I turned to face the woman.

"Is that all? No jewelry or anything?"

"Yes, Madam."

"Close it and give me the key."

"Yes, Madam." I closed the dresser and dropped the key into her outstretched hand. I took a step back and waited for her next command.

She took her time, looking me up and down and mumbled "Pity. You're so pretty and I'm not allowed to touch you." I blushed furiously at that. Finally she pointed at the table across the room. "In the box you will find a few things to put on. Do so."

"Yes, Madam." I walked there and opened the box. Inside were several leather items and a small box on top. I took the various things and spread them on the table. Nothing I saw filled me with confidence. There was a leather harness. A leather and steel collar with a D-ring on one side and a small cuff opposite it. The cuff was just the right size for my tail, a leather strap that would run down my back connected it to a belt with two handcuffs and another smaller cuff for my tail. Two more straps connected the belt to two belt-like straps that would go around my thighs. There was a leather harness that looked very much like a dog muzzle, it was obviously for my head, complete with a penis-shaped gag and a blindfold. I did not relish the idea of putting all that on, it would leave me completely helpless if I did, but since I had decided to come here, I had to. I was glad I had found that mail-order shop for bondage gear. Knowing what all the parts were took away the edge of my fear.

There were also two cuffs for my ankles, connected by a short chain. The last item in the box was a meter-long leash.

"Open the small box first." I did. It contained three bright green rings made of a rubber-like material. "Put one of the rings on your left thumb and the two others on your index and middle fingers."

"Yes, Madam." I did so.

"This is your emergency signal. Don't use unless you really have to. To activate it, push your thumb between your index and middle finger so that the rings touch." She held up a small device. When I tried it, a bright red lamp lit up on the device. She did touch me then, to help me adjust the rings so that it would activate properly but not give a signal if I just balled my paw into a fist. When she was satisfied, she stepped back and said "Ok. Remember that. You may not be able to speak, so this may be your only reliable way to inform us if you have problems. If you use it without a good reason, we may consider you to have given up on the challenge. Understood?"

"Yes, Madam." I hoped that I would not have to use this."

"Good. Now, Jane, put on the harness, starting with the collar. Leave the hand-cuffs for now."

"Yes, Madam." I said and picked up the harness. The collar was open in the front, so I held the harness behind my back. I shook my head so my headfur fell over my face, then I around my neck. It closed with a loud 'click'. A short tug confirmed that it was locked. The collar fit my neck snugly, not too tight but not loose at all. The wide leather restricted the movement of my head somewhat. Whoever my master for the day was, he knew my size. "That must have been why they took all those measurements during my examination."

I reached behind me and pulled the belt around my waist. It rode rather high up, level with my bellybutton. Like the collar it locked when I pressed the ends together and it fit me perfectly. Tight, but not too unpleasant. The two straps around my thighs followed.

"Your tail next. Turn around so I can see what you are doing."

"Yes, Madam."

The woman behind me giggled "That looks really cute, Jane. Your tail waving about like that." I blushed at that. "The ankle cuffs come next.

"Yes, Madam." I picked them up from the table.

When I began to kneel, she commanded "Don't bend your knees, Jane." Gritting my teeth, I obeyed. My back was still turned to her and when I bent like that she would get a really good view of my privates. I blushed when I looked at her between my legs and saw the appreciative look on her face. I blushed even harder when she licked her lips. I cuffed my legs and stood up again as quickly as I could.

"The muzzle harness next."

"Yes, Madam." It took me a few moments to figure out which strap went where."

"Put the gag into your mouth and tighten the straps."

"Now your paws. I'll help you with the second one." I closed one of the handcuffs around my left paw. A moment later the second one clicked shut around my right paw. I was completely helpless.

The woman took a step back. I could feel her eyes on my backside, they made me cringe and blush. If I wasn't already nude, I'd have said that she was undressing me with her eyes. "Pretty."

A minute or so later she commanded "Turn around." I did, very carefully, I didn't want to trip. Her soft whistle made me blush even more. My face burned and the fur on my muzzle stood on end. She sighed sadly "I'd really like to have some fun with you, Mousie... too bad my boss told me not to.

A step in front of me, then soft rustling. Suddenly I felt her breath on my sex. "You like that, don't you?" I cringed in embarrassment as I realized that my sex was damp, that tying myself up had somehow excited me. Excited me a lot more than I thought possible. She smacked her lips "You smell good." It took all my willpower to stand still. She moved her mouth up and down my sex, blowing air at it. She didn't touch me, but her lips could not have been more than a centimeter or two from my increasingly wet sex. What she was doing excited me more and more.

I nearly jumped out of my fur when her cell phone rang. I stumbled and only managed to keep upright because her hands steadied me. She stood up, there was more rustling, then she cursed softly "Shit. My boyfriend! I forgot to tell him I have to work late today!" Her voice was low, I wasn't sure if she had just talked to herself or to me. "Don't move!" That was obviously meant for me, her next words were directed at the phone (so I assumed, at least) "Hello Andy." Steps, then the door opened "I'm sorry..." The door closed behind her.

Suddenly I was alone. Completely alone and helpless. I started panting in sudden fear. After a while I managed to calm myself down a bit. "Stay calm! She'll be back in a minute. No need to worry." I waited and waited. I wondered what kept her, I didn't have any means of keeping time, but it seemed that she had been away for way too long now. Minutes passed, I waited. There was nothing else I could do. I didn't dare to move, she had not told me to and in any case I was afraid that I'd trip and hurt myself. As much as I tried to keep calm, my nerves slowly started to get the better of me.

I was starting to panic, alternating between trying to remember how to use the safety signal (and wondering if it would really work) and trying to keep myself from giving in and tripping it. Suddenly I heard Tammy's voice "Remember, they will put you through all kinds of strange and sometimes unpleasant experiences. They will be testing your limits, but you will be perfectly safe. Always remember that." It couldn't have been her, of course, I was alone in the room, but it felt much more real than just a memory.

Then I had an insight that calmed me considerably: Suddenly I was sure that the call had not been an accident, but that they had planned it. Probably to see if I freaked in such a situation. I remembered a similar 'coincidence' in one of the bondage stories I had read. She was probably just on the other side of the door, ready to help me if I really got into trouble, I tried to remember if there had been a security camera in this room. I didn't remember any, but then I had not looked for it.

"What was that!!!" I had felt a breeze blow over my exposed sex. It felt as if someone who knelt in front of me had expelled his breath. "I'm alone, ain't I?" I wondered, I had not heard anybody enter and there had not been anybody else in the room. I held my breath to listen, but all I could hear was the hammering of my own heart and the rushing of my blood. I blushed in embarrassment, I wanted to run, but I didn't dare to move.

After a while it came again. And again. In a totally unpredictable pattern. Three breaths in quick succession, then a long pause, then a much shorter pause. It almost never came when I expected it. After a minute I realized that I was getting more and more turned on. I was panting, my sex felt hot and I could smell the musk of my arousal. The fur on my thighs began to feel cool when the breath blew over it and I realized that my juices must be dripping down the inside of my thighs. I cringed in shame.

I was heartily glad when the door opened and the woman came in. I wondered if I would ever learn her name. "I'm sorry, Jane. That took a bit longer than I thought. You know how males are on the phone... I hope you didn't get bored too badly." She took the leash. Then she sniffed loudly and said (the grin in her voice was unmistakable) "You had fun, didn't you? Naughty girl..." I blushed at that, I could feel every hair on my muzzle stand on end. Suddenly I was glad for the blindfold, that I didn't have to look at her face.

"Let's go." I did my best to follow the light tug on the leash. Walking was difficult, I couldn't see anything and I had to take really small steps because of the short chain between my ankles. After only a few steps I realized that my hips would be moving rather sexily. As far as I could tell, we walked out of the rooms and back into the corridor. She held the doors for me. Out in the corridor (or so I assumed at least) we turned left and I realized that the receptionist there would see me as well. I stopped in shock, but a tug on the leash forced me to continue.

I cringed when we turned another corner and a few steps later I heard an appreciative whistle and the cheerful voice of the receptionist "Nice catch, Shelly. What a piece of cheesecake!" She giggled at her joke.

"Yes. Too bad the boss won't let me touch her. Ah, well..."

Then I cringed when I heard one of the elevator doors open and I wondered if I was to be paraded in front of everybody who worked here. "Nice."

"A male!" I blushed some more, wondering if the fur on my muzzle would spontaneously catch flame and took an involuntary step back. A sharp tug on the leash reminded me to stand still.

"Hi, Shelly!" I could feel his gaze travel up and down my nude body "I knew we had a rat problem, but such a big one... The boss will be happy that you caught her."

"I hope so. I certainly hope I get a reward..."

"And I can just guess what you'll ask for... A piece of rat pie?"

Shelly, now I had a name for my keeper, laughed at that "How did you guess?"

"Well, I do know you... Say, do you have a minute?"

"Sure, Stan. We must not keep the boss waiting too long, but I guess I can spare a minute."

"Great! Say, could I... feel her up a little?"

She left the question hanging for a very long moment "Please say no!" before she said "Sorry, but no touching. Feel free to look..."

I had to stand still for a minute or more while he walked around me. There was no way I could hide any of my normally private parts from their view. I blushed, then I blushed even more when I realized that my cunt was at least as hot as my muzzle. And that it probably drooled as much as my mouth did, which was quite a bit.

"Hmmm... she smells good. Do you know which perfume she's using?"

"We'd have to ask, but I think it's 'Eau de Femme'."

"Aha... My favorite." My ears would have grown even more red at that if that had been possible.

I was greatly relieved when Shelly announced "Sorry, Stan, we mustn't keep the boss waiting any longer. Come, Jane." We walked forward a few steps, then we waited again. I could feel Stan's eyes and those of the receptionist on my bare back, on my ass, my tailhole. Without my tail to cover at least that bit, I felt more naked than ever. Then one of the elevator doors opened and I followed Shelly inside. I breathed a sigh of relief when the door closed behind me.

I was glad the male had not touched me, and yet... a small part of me was disappointed.

End of Episode 8