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She felt like she could almost doze off right then and there. The vixen almost visibly radiated from the post-orgasmic chemical concoction surging through her system, a wide grin of satisfaction adorning her cute face. After what seemed like an eternity of teasing and edging to the captive fox, her feline tormentor had finally let her enjoy one of hell of a vibrator induced climax.

In her stupor, it finally started to make sense to her in all its horrifying and tantalizing glory. The more she was tortured before being allowed to cum, the harder her climax would be. Being teased before climaxing was something she wouldn't wish on her worst enemy, but once she did go over the edge, oh, my God, was all that torture worth it.

Her heart no longer throbbed in her ears and she had finally caught her breath as she continued basking in the afterglow, when her ears perked as she felt something touching her ankle. She opened her eyes, still groggy from the chemical rush of the massive climax. The feline was at the foot of the table, both his paws free as the vibrator rested on the table in the space between her legs. He was checking out her ankle jewelry, rolling it around his nimble feline fingers, lightly clawing at it, his pupils visibly dilating in the fluorescent lighting as he pawed at the ring.

Not big on jewelry, not even earrings, this was the only ornament that appealed to her. "You like that, don't ya?" she tittered, still delirious from the industrial-strength orgasm.

"Yeah, I really like it. It's nice because you're really dark, but this is so shiny," he explained, "and I guess that's why you chose this color?"

"Actually," began the vixen, "my mom gave it to me. She has, like, gray fur on her legs, so it ended up suiting me better? Kinda weird, right?" she giggled, the post-orgasmic euphoria still in her voice.

The tom put the palms of his paws flat on the table, nodding approvingly. "Well, that's real sweet of her." He said, and the vulpine smiled back coyly.

"Hey, ..." said the vixen, her voice trailing off with diffidence as she looked to the side. "I wanna say sorry for cussing at you like that. I get super frustrated when I don't get to cum, y'know. In fact," she continued, "I wanna thank you for making me cum like that. That totally rocked ... See, I'm still giddy!" she tee-heed, lightheaded.

The feline smirked as he remembered a previous incident. "Aw, that's OK. I've been called a lot worse ... Tell you what, how about I let you make it up to me?" he offered, a fiendish glint in his eye.

The captive fox blinked; she recognized that evil look from before. "Uh, wh--what do you mean?" she inquired with a wary stutter.

"The girl's still giddy," he thought, "which means she's still extra sensitive from the orgasm..." He flicked a clawed finger over her ankle ring, causing it to ring faintly and dragged the same finger down her ankle till he reached the protruding bone on the inside of her foot.

"Lo--Look, I'm real sorry about the stuff I said, just don't ... hurt me, all right?" she implored, her voice taking on the same frantic, confused timbre from before her descent into denial madness.

"Oh, sweetheart, relax," he began, "I just want to show you something that happens right after you cum nice and good like you just did."

"Wh-What's that?" She blinked. She felt her pulse pick up again.

He cupped her left footpaw with both his hands. "Well, you know how sensitive your skin gets after a strong orgasm ... and I want to show you ... I think it'd make for a good science experiment, don't you think?" he said as he felt the warmth from her soles on his paws even though he wasn't touching her.

Her toned ankle muscles and tendons visibly flexed under her jet-black fur as she almost instinctively tried to pull her foot away from the feline's paws, but she was reminded that his bondage handiwork was a little too good. "Uhm, so like," she said, desperately trying to change the topic, "when can I get out of here? I thought I'd get to leave after cumming?"

But the tom was hearing none of it. "Oh, no ... This is the full package ... I want you to see what orgasms do to you ... You seriously didn't think I'd let you go after making you feel so good, did you?" He winked at the captive vulpine and purred seductively.

The vixen's irritation returned. "Ugh! I knew there'd be a catch. Fine, what are you gonna do?" she asked, hoping he'd just get it over with so she could just go home.

"Well, my pretty," he explained, "do you remember when you told me you were ticklish?"

Her angry expression melted away and her heart sank. For most foxes, ticklishness goes away when they stop being kits and come of age. But it didn't for her - she was as ticklish as the day she was born.

"Ye-Yes, I remember. Wh-Why?" stammered the anxious fox, her muscles still tensing.

The cat held the top of her foot with his left paw in a firm grasp. For the first time he got a close look at the extremity, and it was clear she took care of them; not a blister, corn or callus in sight.

The white parts of her toenails had just started growing, each digit completely straight and in proportion with the others. The fur on the top of her footpaw was like a fuzzy velvet, soft and pleasing to the touch. The fuzz stopped right where the sole commenced, and the cat's eyes dilated at the tantalizing contrast between her creamy white soles and the jet-black fur surrounding them.

Even though the bottoms of her footpaws were too ticklish for pedicures, the creases and crisscross of fine lines on her soles revealed kit-soft soles.

After the cat had taken in enough of her appendages, he spoke up. "Well ... it's just that I think it's adorable when a female is ticklish ... and after cumming hard like that, they all find it unbearable." The vixen's ears drooped, an audible gulp reverberated in the room. He continued, "Aw, come now ... there's got to be a penalty for a cum so good, right? It can't be all pleasure all the time ..."

"D-Do you really need to do this? I mean, I just wanna go home. Seriously, I loved cumming like that, it was rockin', and you can take my word for it, I'm like, super sensitive right now, you don't have to test anything!" appealed the nervous vulpine frenetically.

Her captor chuckled. "All right ... Tell you what ... Let me sweeten the deal for you ... You said you had a rocking orgasm? That ain't nothing ... If you're a good girl for me and take this like a champ, I'll make it worth your while ... And if you want me to unstrap you, I'll do that ... Up to you ..."

Her eyes briefly glazed over as she remembered the wondrous climax. Was it even possible to cum harder than that? After all, she was still somewhat muzzy from it ... When it came to orgasms, she often set aside her better judgment. She sighed. "You better make me cum good after this ..." she spoke, not with a tone of menace or threat, but of reluctance and resignation.

"Oh ... you have no idea ..." came the feline reply. "And you also have no idea how ... sensitive you've become ..." Still holding onto her footpaw, he traced a razor-sharp claw down the area where her sole met the top of her foot, where the smooth fuzz stopped to give way to bare, sensitive skin. The effect was immediate.

The vixen always had a love-hate relationship with tickling. While she loved to laugh, she detested being the only one in her group of friends to have such a childlike weakness. Friends would poke her in the sides and watch her jump a mile, lovers would tickle under her arms till she could barely breath, siblings would torment her for no other reason than being their sibling. She hated how most foxes grew out of their ticklishness but she, a full-grown woman, couldn't even get pedicures without going into hysterics and kicking the nail technician in the face.

As the dastardly feline scritched the edge of her footpaw, her breath froze, her muzzle contorting as if in pain, trying to ignore the feeling. It was like an impish devil was dancing away in her stomach, beseeching her to laugh her silly head off, but she wouldn't. She found it embarrassing to succumb to such a childish vulnerability.

The tomcat enjoyed watching her struggle to contain her laughter. It was one of the reasons he had a profile on the website where he had the pleasure of meeting his newest victim; even as a kitten, he enjoyed tickle tormenting his younger brother and sister. Every partner he had been with would slowly have orgasms built up and would only be allowed to climax after much pleading and begging. Dominating others was his specialty, and he enjoyed it immensely.

The tom tormentor decided to up his game. He stopped stroking the edge of her footpaw and was now lightly clawing a curved crease on the ball of her foot. The impish devil danced even faster, and this time the vixen couldn't stop a couple of breathy giggles escaping her muzzle before she regained control; the cat heard her. "Come on now, don't fight it ... Remember, the sooner I show you how ticklish you are, the sooner you get to enjoy another orgasm ..." he said as he started to scratch the arch of her sole. "This area is so soft!" he noted as his claw dug in.

The impish devil celebrated joyously as he had done his job; the girl was now teetering hysterically, unable to fight off the feelings. Her laughter was like that of a kit, uninhibited and free-flowing, and it was music to her captor's ears. Try as she might, the vixen couldn't block it out; the dastardly tickling was enough to reduce her to ebullient giggles.

"Hahaha! OK!" she exclaimed between her mirth, "Stop! Hahaha! It's too much!" She noticed that she was indeed more ticklish than usual.

"Now, why would I stop? I haven't even started ..." taunted the feline. His grasp on her extremity still steady, he extended all the claws on his other paw and ran the ends of four clawed digits up her smooth, velvety sole, from the heel to where her toes met the rest of her footpaw.

A ticklish, electric shockwave traveled up her leg and slammed into her core, her eyes opened wide. Hysterical wails of mirth could be heard for miles. The vulpine's perfect, white teeth glistened in the fluorescent lighting as she cackled away, her stomach heaving as uncontrollable belly laughs poured out of her.

"HAHAHA! STOP! NO! HAHAHA! I CAN'T TA--HAHAHA!" The vixen was overcome with helpless laughter. She had no idea she would get this sensitive. Her toned muscles strained under her fur as she tried to escape the cat's grasp and the infernal restraints, but all she could do was laugh her pretty little head off.

"Why would you want me to stop?" said the feline. "I mean, you're laughing, right? Looks like you're enjoying it!" he taunted gleefully, her appendage trying to twist desperately in his firm grip as he scratched the length of the sole up and down, extracting delightful howls of laughter from the fox.

The vixen was being driven insane. If she had known this is what she'd need to put up with, she would have asked him to free her... but she wanted to cum. And she had no idea how much she'd cum ...

After about of minute of hysterics, the cat decided to give his victim a much-needed break, as he dragged his claws one last time over the bare skin of her soles, drawing out a final set of cackles from the poor fox. He stopped, and the vixen's laughter started dying out and was eventually replaced with deep breaths, the maniacal laughter proving to be quite exhausting.

"Oh, that was too much, please, no mo--Ahhh, fuck, so goooood, mmm ..." she exclaimed as her tormentor decided to reward her with delightful vibrations where she enjoyed it the most. The vixen laid there, too tired from her ticklish workout and still stupefied from her massive climax before, taking in the exquisite massage.

"You've been a very good girl ... See how sensitive you get?" he asked, steadying the vibrating head over her clit.

"Mmm, yeah ... it--it was torture ... Ffffuck ..." she barely managed to answer, the pleasure in her clit too distracting.

"Mhm, now you know cumming isn't all that it's cracked up to be ... that hypersensitivity is torture ..." he said teasingly.

But she didn't answer. She just took deep breaths, her hands balled up into fists, her elbows pointing up as she strained against her wrist straps, almost unable to process the sensations. Her chest heaved as she felt the warmth building in her loins.

By carefully studying her face, he knew exactly where she was in her arousal, and he knew it was only a matter of seconds till she started feeling the searing white-hot pleasure of imminent orgasm.

Sure enough, after a few seconds, the fox's breath stopped for a split-second as the delicious burning sensation returned to her clit. While not as strong as her latest torturously, meticulously built up orgasm, she still knew it was going to be a good one.

"Oh, shit, oh, shit ..." she mumbled as she was on the cusp, taking in a deep breath and steadied herself against the vibrator, waiting for the waves of ecstasy to crash into her. For a moment, she wondered if her devious tormenter would be cruel enough to take the vibrator off, leaving her on the brink, but all he said was, "OK ... First one ... Show me hard you can cum ..."

She crossed the point of no return. Her pussy exploded in pleasure as she grunted hoarsely in unison with her orgasmic contractions, her body convulsing against the restraints.

"Ahhhhh ..." she let out a deep sigh of relief and laid her head back, about revel in the afterglow of another satisfying climax.

Her ears perked.

The vibrator was still dancing away on her clit.

She felt the delightful feelings turn into that cacophonous mixture of pleasure and pain she had felt after daring to sneak in an orgasm.

"Ack! Take it off, take it off! Too sensitive! Grrrmphh!!" she yelped, twisting and squirming in her bondage, every nerve alive.

The cat calmly answered as the vixen thrashed in her restraints. "So far, you've had teasing, edging and a good bit of tickle torture ... How about some forced orgasms?" he asked with a rhetorical tone, buzzing the vibrator back on forth on her nub, making the vulpine cringe.

"God fucking damnit ... Mpppfgh! No! Too much! Take it off for a bit, make me cum then! Ugh!" she exclaimed while wincing and trying to shrink away from feelings she couldn't make out as pain or pleasure.

"Sweetheart, this is the whole deal, I want to show you what it's all about ... And this is going to be the main dish ... And you will love it ..." crooned the callous cat, driving the vixen mad with the insufferable sensations.

Her entire nether region vibrated, the massager buzzing against her sopping wet panties. "OK, OK," she tried to bargain, "you can tickle me if you want, but please... Ugh ... Stop this, it's too sensitive! Fuck, umphhhhgh!"

"Shhhh ... Take it like a good girl," he commanded, "and the sensitivity will go away like it did before. Don't you want to cum? I mean, why do you think they're called 'forced orgasms'?" The feline showed no signs of letting up on the poor girl's clit, but it didn't matter - a few seconds after he spoke, the hypersensitivity tapered off and in its stead was the sensation of another building climax.

The fox's breath shuddered as she inhaled. She wasn't sure if she liked this sequence of pleasure and pain, but right now her mind could only concentrate on the enjoyable clit massage.

For about a minute, she huffed and puffed with only occasional vocalization as the vibrations continued. Her gasps became more pronounced as the orgasm loomed; the cat smiled, always delighted when a victim was on the brink of climax. "Good girl ... Second one, come on ... Come hard for me ..."

The pre-orgasmic feelings peaked, and she crossed the threshold. "Mmmmmmmmmmmpfggggggg ..." she croaked gutturally as her loins throbbed with passion, the climax consuming every inch of her awareness.

Her sweat-drenched body shivered as the vixen slumped back in her restraints, barely starting to laze in the post-orgasmic euphoria when her sensitive womanhood screamed for a break.

The vibrator was still pounding away at her clit.

She grimaced and jerked violently in her straps. "Ohh, sh--shit ... Too sensitive! Umfffgh, take it off!" she exclaimed, her brain overloading.

"Now, now ... What did I tell you before? These are 'forced orgasms' ... What's the fun if I stop?" came the tormentor's reply; it was at these moments that he made sure the vibrating head was right against her clit and she wouldn't squirm away from them. "Be a good, strong girl and wait ... It'll stop being sensitive in a bit and you'll cum nicely again ..."

The vixen inhaled and exhaled sharply, gritting her teeth, waiting for the intense sensations to stop. It was a discordant feeling, one of hypersensitivity but also of sexual stimulation - unbeknownst to her, a part of her subconscious was enjoying it, as it was a thrilling, white-knuckle ride down the border of pain and pleasure.

Eventually, the spine-tingling sensations gave way to increasing sexual tension, the captive's breathing regular once again.

"Shit, ... Oh, yes, so fucking good ..." she muttered under her breath as the hypersensitivity was a thing of the past, grinding her groin against the massager, extracting every ounce of pleasure she could.

"Ready to cum again? You know I ain't taking it off this time either, right?" he purred with gusto.

As always, the girl didn't care as long as she got to cum - even if whatever happened right after was nothing short of sheer torture. "Yeah, yeah ... Just make me cum ... Fuck ... Mmm, that's good ..." she groaned, flexing her hips as much as she could to take in every inch of the vibrating head.

"Oh, you will ... You will ..." he chuckled with a snort, the massager pounding away at her pussy. The vixen's extreme excitement filled the room with the fragrance of her arousal, and her captor found the smell intoxicating. "My, my, aren't we wet down here ..." He bore down on her nub, coaxing his captive into a speedier climax.

She felt the familiar warmth in her loins as another epic climax threatened to take away whatever was left of her sanity. "Ohh, shiiiit, oh, SHIIIIIIIT ..." she sputtered out, on the edge of a massive release, the white-hot, blistering pleasure in her clit about to dissolve into titanic orgasmic contractions. "Third one ... This is going to be a good one ... But I'm not finished yet ..."

The fox's torso lifted off the table, her body in the pose of an elegant sculpture that could sit in a world-famous museum. The curvature of her flexible physique threatened to break her restraints; for a moment, the cat thought she would, but they withstood the brunt of her strongest orgasm yet. As she held the elegant posture, her eyes were clamped closed in sexual bliss, her breath frozen, every muscle and tendon strained under her velvety jet-black fur as torrential waves of pleasure slammed into her body, completely scrambling her brain.

It seemed like an eternity, but her climax lasted about a minute. As the last of her climactic contractions waned in intensity, her thorax slumped back to the table, her chest heaving to regain oxygen. "Ffffuck. That was... That was good." She said, her vision still blurry from the sheer exertion and the post-orgasmic high.

Her silly grin of satisfaction melted away when she didn't hear the vibrator click off.

She looked down at it in horror; it was still pummeling her clit.

"I came, I came! Take it off!" she yelled instinctively, because she knew he wouldn't. He never did. The vixen cursed herself; he had told her he'd torture her after she came, but being a creature of the here and now, all she could think of was the delicious orgasm.

Her captor's answer wasn't surprising. "You're so adorable ... Didn't I tell you it would stay right there? But I guess you just wanted to cum ... Didn't you? You never learn ..." he said, poking fun at her naïve desire to throw all caution to the wind for that one moment of pleasure.

"OK ... OK, please," the vixen pleaded, almost cross-eyed, "no more cumming ... Ugh, fuck ... Oh, my God, too much ... Please, I'm begging, it's too much! Gah!" Her voice strained under the effort of trying to squirm away from the horrible vibrations.

"You're so cute ... What did you say before? 'Just make me cum!' Was that it? Well, I'm here to please ..." he teased back with a smug expression.

"Ugh, fuck ... Oh, motherf ... Gah, too much, shit ...!" she muttered in exasperation as it hit her that nothing would happen that night that the cat didn't want to happen. He enjoyed having power over other people ... that's why he was on that site ... and for some odd reason, this powerplay thrilled a part of her mind she didn't know existed.

This time, her post-orgasmic sensations lasted a torturously long time, only mercifully abating after two full minutes of squirming, struggling, thrashing and cursing. As always, the onset of heightening sexual arousal made her forget her previous torment and just focus on the glorious sensations on her clit.

The teasing tom knew this orgasm would be massive. In his experience as a dom, each orgasm in a sequence of forced ones would increase in intensity, so he wasn't about to let up, not until she saw stars.

Without fail, the prickling sensation of imminent climax found its way to her knob - and it was almost unbearable this time. Under her sopping panties, her clit was about twice its usual size, and it throbbed maniacally against the vibrator, ready to burst. The vixen's heart drummed in her ears.

"Oh, shit, oh, fuck, ..." she panted, somehow unsure whether she'd even survive the climax. "Oh, fffffffuck, oh, shiiiit, ..." she whimpered, not sure how to handle the sensations. The feline enjoyed listening to her resort to profanity whenever she was being teased sexually; back at the café, she was chipper and enthusiastic, yet avoided cussing at all costs.

Her muzzle was contorted into an O-shape, her eyes glazed over; she was on the brink of something she couldn't even comprehend. The vixen's engorged clit had suffered the pummeling of a lifetime today as she was teased, edged, denied and given industrial-strength orgasms. But now it was about to culminate in one final experience that she couldn't even fathom. "You've been such a good girl tonight ... This is your reward ..." he said, leaning over to kiss her forehead, careful to keep the vibrator steady. "Enjoy ... You deserve it ..."

As her torso stiffened, the unbearable white-hot pleasure in her clit about to crescendo, her mind went completely blank ... she was unable to think, unable to process, unable to ponder, unable to reflect; tabula rasa.

The peak of the searing, prickling, burning sensation was sustained for what seemed like an eternity; the captive fox was alone in the universe, floating in deep space, staring Mother Nature in the face.

Then the white-hot tingling evaporated.

For the next five minutes, the vixen was the very definition of pleasure. Her body was teeming with a concoction of chemicals, her overswollen clit, pussy and asshole throbbed in unison, sending waves upon waves of sheer ecstasy to her most inner being; all she saw were rainbow colors and what seemed to be shooting stars over a white background. Banshee grunts of pleasure that threatened to shred her vocal cords resounded through the room.

As the deliciously agonizing climax started to recede, her vision slowly returned, still cloudy and faint. Her consciousness returned gradually, her torso still jolting from orgasmic aftershocks, her groans throaty and gravelly.

"Wh--Who am I? Where am I? Wh--What is this place? Fuck, wh--why does that feel so good..." were her first thoughts as her mind started functioning again. In the span of about a second, all her memories returned - registering on the fetish website, meeting up with the tomcat who promised her a wild night of nonstop pleasure, being teased, edged, denied, tickle tortured and having the most brutal, epic orgasms.

As she finished processing these thoughts, her orgasmic convulsions still fading away, she remembered her very latest climax. She had discovered something new, something fresh, a way to have the ultimate sexual release.

Knowing that she couldn't handle more for her first session tonight, the tomcat took the vibrator off her groin and switched it off. The machine's vibrations died down as the cat's paw shook briefly from resonance. Her panties were completely soaked, the outline of her genitals obvious from the wetness and the applied pressure from the vibrating head.

The girl's mind was in a haze, an almost comical grin of satisfaction and euphoria on her pretty face. She looked at the blur that was the cat. "Thank you ... I loved that ..." Her voice trailed off woozily as she slipped into a state of semi-consciousness, basking in the afterglow of the monumental orgasm.

The cat approached her. Instead of his usual cocky swagger, the tom wore a sweet expression. He leaned over, gazed lovingly into the fox's eyes and kissed her forehead. "You're welcome, sweetheart. Thank you for being brave enough to give it a go ..." He brushed off a strand of hair that had gotten stuck to her cheek from sweat.

Of course, now it was his turn.

In her post-orgasmic lightheadedness, the vixen didn't notice that her captor's crotch still displayed a prominent tentlike lump. She barely noticed him unbuttoning the top of his pants and opening the fly; he made sure to unzip slowly, the motion making a low, rumbling noise as opposed to the usual squeal of teeth unfastening.

His cat cock glistened from the fluorescent lighting at the bulb as the slit dribbled copious amounts of precum, his underwear drenched, the groin of his pants dark and moist. He grabbed his member at the base, using his other paw to steady his scrotum as he started stroking the entire shaft, the vixen looking on. The fox's vision was still foggy, but she guessed he was pawing off - who wouldn't after her show, right?

All it took were a few strokes.

After a high-pitched meow followed by a guttural sound that was both growl and purr, a drop of cum pooled at the tip of his cock before it erupted, thick, warm, countless lines of cat seed rhythmically shooting out of the slit. The ejaculate landed in strips on a towel prepared for such purposes.

As the last of the cum dribbled out, he sighed - orgasming after completely satisfying his captives resulted in the most gratifying climaxes. He pushed out any remnants of semen into a cloth and dried off the glans so that his underwear wouldn't stick to his cock; the vixen smiled sweetly as she secretly enjoyed the show.

With his clothes back on, he padded towards the closet at the end of the room to fetch a small bottle of scented oil.

It was time to treat the vixen to a deep tissue oil massage. Every single one of them found it to be the perfect complement to the dizzying, intoxicating euphoria of that final brutal climax. For the first time, the tom felt the body of the girl. She was toned, her muscles well defined, her curves feminine, her proportions perfect. The vixen cooed in ecstasy as the feline unkinked her strained limbs.

He ended the massage with a footpaw rub, applying firm pressure to her sole so that it wouldn't tickle - he knew that after so many back-to-back orgasms, her sensitivity was at an all-time high. "So, I guess that wasn't so bad after all, huh?" The vixen smiled, still in a post-orgasmic trance. "Was the ending worth it? They all cuss, yell and scream before that final climax ... What did _you_think?" His captive teetered without vocalizing, almost in a state of meditation, as she started to answer. "I think ... I think I need to come here more often!"

They both laughed; the cat's ears perked. Suddenly he had an idea.

"Now," he said, "before I let you go ... let me remind you of something ..." The tom really did enjoy the sound of her laughter. It was like the sound of innocent mirth. He started scritching the arch of her sole with a clawed finger, his other paw keeping her ankle steady. Her chest fluttered as she fought the urge to giggle, her lips curling upwards. "Don't forget how sensitive you get ... Come on, show me those pearlies ..." he teased. She held her breath and bit her lip till she almost drew blood.

The feline kept the firm grip on her ankle, the playful scritching continued. "I'm not stopping till you laugh for me ... I think your laugh is adorable ... I just wanted to hear it one last time ..." he said, sticking a tongue out at the vixen, hoping it would make her laugh. The fox was a trooper, though; despite her hypersensitivity, her newfound sexual awakening had bolstered her bravado - she kept her mouth clamped shut, blocking out the feelings. She even teased him by wiggling her big toe at the cat.

"Oh, so you want to play ... All right ... You asked for this ..." he scolded with a playful tone. "I want to hear you laugh ... And I will hear you laugh!" he extended four claws, held her toes back, and dragged four clawed digits down the length of her sole ... It never ceased to amaze him how smooth and soft the skin there was.

Her boldness disappeared; one swipe with his claws down her footpaw was all it took to reduce her to hysterics. "HAHAHAHA! OK STOP--HAHAHA! YOU'VE--HAHAHA--HEARD ME LAUGH!" The laughter was like a symphony orchestra to the cat's sensitive hearing as it poured out of her like water from a broken dam, her tummy spasming as her diaphragm oscillated.

The cat started to massage the sole firmly to diminish the ticklish sensations. "You're such a jerk." she said jocularly. Her footpaws were her most ticklish spot. "Please, no more tickles." She requested. "Why'd you even do that? I thought you were gonna let me go ..."

"This could have been avoided if you had just laughed when I told you to ..." he explained. "Seriously, your laugh is adorable, it sounds so innocent."

"Well, next time, just tell me a joke, silly! No need to go poking around my toes like that ..." she giggled.

The feline unstrapped the luscious fox; the restraints had left flattened, sweaty fur under them, and he rubbed the sore parts to sooth the chafed skin. As he undid the last of the cuffs, the sultry vixen stretched her cramped limbs as if awoken from a deep slumber, a couple joints cracking.

She slowly raised her torso to a vertical position and pressed her forelegs against her chest, lightly cracking her back as she hugged her legs. After another deep breath, she swiveled around and looked down to get off the table.

The marble floor felt rather cool on the bottoms of her footpaws, but it was of little concern - foxes had very hardy, weatherproof paws, even if some were ticklish. She adjusted her panties as they had gotten stuck to her groin due to all her dried fluids. The underwear clung to her clitoral hood, so she had to wince and grimace as she peeled it off, sighing when it finally detached.

As the vixen was slipping her denim jeans back on, the cat was cataloguing each item he had used for the day's session and putting them back in the appropriate place in the closet. Fortunately for him, only two items were necessary tonight: the massaging vibrator, and the oil. Other days he would need to spend a whole hour carefully indexing each item ...

She approached him from behind, putting on her leather jacket. Decked with skulls and other dark, grim artwork, the logo of her favorite metal band peeped through her open jacket. The cat turned around to face her, closing the closet door with a golden key, as she pursed her lips and pulled out a strand of hair that had gotten stuck between her shirt and jacket.

The two smiled at each other.

She was the first to break the silence. "Thank you, that was ... That was quite the experience." She beamed. "I--I had no clue I'd like all that. I was so nervous before coming here, and--" the cat cut her off as he hugged her.

"Oh, hun, that's what they all say at first ... But then they all want to come back for more!" he said, the cocky expression returning to his face.

"Yeah ... About that." She answered, looking to the side. "So, like, are you busy next week ...?" her breath caught in her throat just as she finished the question.

"I thought you'd never ask!" he responded.

But why would she meet up with him again? I mean, who'd be crazy enough to go through all this again? And possibly even worse? Not our seemingly innocent vixen, right?

Right ...?