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Magic Panties, Party Two

Somarin, Marla, Lydia and Arken belong to themselves and their respective creators. Story and other characters belong to me.

Margaret survived Ann's anger, which was somewhat tempered by not being able to walk straight yet, and the party ended with the expected trickling of people in ones and twos, and sometimes threes or more, eventually including Ann taking her leave to go home and have a soak. There was some soreness from her fun with Wolfgang and she needed some time to think over what had happened and what she'd learned.

But she hadn't even made it back to her dorm before she had something else to fret over. Thankfully not a call, just a video message from Wolfgang.

"So, I was serious. I don't actually have a plus one for the private party, you were fun, and if you want a chance to see us as we are without any sort of rules or expectations, this is the best time. Plus if you want a chance to dip a toe in on all this kinky stuff, most of us are happy to teach and demonstrate. I know for certain that Simon's going to have his gear conveniently on hand, if you want to get the inside feel on what you watched. So there's an attachment to this message, a verification code for the entry gate. You want to come, you show that to the dude at the gatehouse and I'll see you tomorrow. If you don't want to come, I'll see you whenever Sis drags me to the campus for something. Probably next semester, she'll find a way."

The message cut off, leaving the hexgraph code picture attachment behind. And a decision to make, too. The party started at three the next afternoon, at an address well out into the suburbs. And her big confidence booster had been laid bare as a lie. She didn't have to go, and it wasn't likely anyone would judge her for it. She was fairly sure that Wolfgang wouldn't even tell his sister about the invitation, unless she accepted. Margaret might ask, but it wasn't likely that he'd go out of his way to put pressure on her from that perspective.

So why go? She was almost certainly going to be some kind of uncomfortable for the whole time, and while it was a great opportunity to learn about some things she had been curious about, there was an entire internet to learn from. At her own pace, on her own time.

So, if the last year or two was a good example, probably never.

So that was why to go. A push into an environment where she pretty much couldn't avoid learning about the things that intrigued her. And people who, while mostly unknown quantities, were professionals with a collective record for being considerate and conscientious.

So Ann was going. That was pretty well confirmed. Which left one very, very big question. Full formal or bare assed? She wasn't really a fan of either. Wearing this dress again to another party didn't appeal, especially since she wasn't going to get a chance to have it cleaned. But the other option meant she was going to be completely naked at a party full of strangers. The third option, going to find another dress in the morning, seemed like her best option. How far did she want to go?

The question, as it turned out, was more or less moot. There was another message waiting for her when she woke up, but she didn't recognize the origin code or the name. The recording opened with a warm smile from a woman with cinnamon skin and elaborate makeup and coiffure.

"I am Vanjaram, and if you've decided to accept Wolfgang's invitation, which, by the way, he's fairly sure you have not, you have an appointment with me before the party. We'll get you dressed and done up properly, so you're not scrambling and fretting about your outfit. Unless you want to choose the other option for the dress code, though Wolfgang assures me that you're not going to. If you want to take advantage of the invitation, my address is included on the signature block of the message, and we'll be open until I leave for the party at fourteen hundred. See you soon."

Ann glanced at the signature block, then at the clock. Plenty of time to make it, though she was still a little hesitant. Who had made the appointment? Making plans for her didn't really seem in keeping with Wolfgang's style. Then who? Margaret? Unlikely. It was more her style to come drag her out of bed and shove her in the car. This wasn't a push, more of an invitation and light pull, sort of. She had a feeling someone was pulling strings, and she wasn't at all sure she wanted to find out why.

She was going to, though, if she took the offer, and memories of the previous night were pretty clearly demanding that she accept the invitation. Not just memories of getting plowed in the stairwell, either. The tigress' invitation, for example. To see firsthand and up close the things she'd seen in video. Maybe even experience them, if she was able to be that brave.

There hadn't really been a decision to make, she had just needed to work through it to a predetermined conclusion. Jeans and sweater on, she headed for the door.

The shop took up a ground floor storefront nestled near several of the more up-scale hotels and towers. Open windows and well dressed mannequins invited her in, replaced by a smiling young fox in emerald slacks and ivory shirt. "Welcome to the Cinnamon Skirt, do you have an appointment?"

"So I've been told, yes. I received an invitation from the owner this morning, to help me get ready for a party?"

"Ah, excellent! We were wondering whether you would come or not." The fox touched his ear with one hand. "Boss, you just lost a bet. I'll take mine with extra cream." He paused for a moment, then grinned. "I'll send her right back." He gestured toward a curtain against the back wall. "Head through there.

The fitting room on the other side of the curtain wasn't very large, a small platform in the center with good lighting, a couple of chairs, and a discreetly tucked away data terminal. And the same woman from the message earlier.

"Ah, welcome, welcome, I'm glad you came. Let me see, let me see, ah! Classic raccoon, nothing fancy or gaudy to work around. Oh, you must look quite good in that modern couture, but that's not what we're doing today. It's the holidays, time for warmth and cheer, not the drab dull hues of the everyday!"

As she talked, she moved, measuring with a laser, and the data terminal displayed a growing list of numbers, along with a gradually forming model of her.

"I think with your grays and blacks and browns we need something brighter. Red? No, gaudy, too upfront. Green? Yes, green, I think. You were wearing an olive last night, and while it was nice, it doesn't have the cheer to match what I've seen and been told." She paused in her work to grin at Ann. "Wolfgang will likely deny it or sidestep the question, but he does rather like you, at least so far. You've made good impressions on several of the Finest."

Ann was uncertain about the impression she'd made, but if it was good, she couldn't really argue. "So what is your professional opinion, ma'am? Hopefully a good option is on the table?"

"Oh darling, darling, you're easy. No silly garish patterns or odd colors, thankfully. Ugh, the time Vanessa dyed her rosettes in neon shades, oh, I could have strangled her."

Ann chuckled, then turned as a door opened in one wall. The assistant who'd met her out front, with a package this time. "Your work just came off the fabricator boss. And the shop's locked up. Car's waiting on you two."

Vanjaram handed the bundle of cloth to her, and helped with arranging things. It turned out to be a dress, almost perfectly black, that fit her like a second skin. There was a bit more complexity, as the waistline had some hidden structure, handled by a few tugs. "Okay, feel here, this little strip here? If you need to take the dress off, make sure you release this bit first, then tighten it again after you put it back on. Integrated microcorsetry, you've got a nice shape already, beautiful hips, this just makes it slightly more so."

There were shoes as well, barely visible but enough to provide a barrier between feet and cold December sidewalks. It appeared that her host was changing for the event as well. More silk, but sheer, nearly invisible, layers of colored smoke and gold embroidery. There were certainly clothes there, but every motion seemed to show off one bit of skin or another. It was fancy, it was colorful, and it would likely get her in trouble if she wore it on the street.

The car held only the three of them at first, two women in fancy dress, and one fox wearing... nothing. He had stripped somewhere between notifying them that the car was waiting, and actually embarking. She'd missed it, somehow. Without the slacks and shirt to place him as male, the fox was androgynous enough that she'd be hard pressed to make a call one way or the other. Not that she'd be able to ask. As soon as she'd realized the fox was bare assed she'd locked eyes above waist level and let the two of them converse as they pleased.

The car made one more stop, at a smaller tower dorm, to pick up a mountain lioness in a tuxedo. She said a half dozen words on the remainder of the trip, aside from greeting Ann and introducing herself as Jane. The glasses she wore were clearly screens, she could see little bits of flicker as they projected things she couldn't actually see clearly.

Eventually the car pulled off, slid into the entry of a gated community, and paused at a little guard kiosk. The guy inside took a glance at the interior, counted, then paused as he looked at Ann. "Okay, you're definitely not staff. Who're you with?"

"With? Oh, oh, I'm Wolfgang's extra. Plus one?"

The doberman glanced down at his data pad, then chuckled. "Huh. Guess I owe him dinner. Welcome to the party, ma'am. Wolfgang ought to be in unit six, but you should stop by two first and get introduced. I'll let him know you're here, he'll probably come meet you at two."

The car hummed into the cul-de-sac, pulled up to a small building marked "unit one", and let them out. Vanjaram, Jane, and the fox all went into one, which was apparently a large cloakroom of sorts. The little community had its own dome, nearly invisible from this side, but given that half the people walking out on the street were one hundred percent naked, it was probably opaque from the outside. Climate control, too, it was a nice comfortable temperature in the air, even with the sun starting to set.

Jane headed back toward the entrance gate, while the other two headed to the next building up the street. Ann followed, it seemed like the safest course, especially since she still didn't see her date. Inside was a festive sort of chaos. Alessia sprawled on her side, with a little orange-haired mouse using her like a throne. People coming and going, beverage service in the house's mini kitchen. Vanjaram and her assistant wandered past the mouse, greeted her, and headed their separate ways.

Ann found herself face to face with her, and several things stuck out. She looked older, with silver grey in her hair and a few other more subtle cues. She was quite comfortable in her nudity, and she managed to have more of a commanding presence than the huge woman she was using as a seat.

"Hm. You must be Wolfgang's guest. Welcome to the party. Try not to be too uncomfortable, please. We don't bite unless you ask us, but there's not going to be any real attempt to hide what's going on. You're likely to come across people doing what they want with each other. If that's going to bother you, I suggest pulling up a seat in here for a while."

"Tha-thank you I'll do that. Wolfgang mentioned some rules about this party in particular, though?"

"Most of which aren't going to be relevant to you, I think. Unless you think you want to put on one of these?" The mouse gestured to a half dozen strips of red satin on a tray next to her.

Ann shook her head quickly. "No, nope, I'm good, ma'am. I'll just, uh... wait for, for Wolfgang. Over here." The raccoon scampered off to one side, found a seat, and planted herself.

The messy part hadn't been declining the collar. She had a pretty good understanding of what accepting it would mean for her time at the party. In abstract terms, anyway, she was quite certain that, in specific, she'd be learning a lot of very new things. No, the messy part had been that some part of her brain had very eagerly wanted to say yes.

She wasn't sure what part of her that happened to be, but letting it be in charge didn't seem like a very wise move. Educational, but not wise.

She watched the door for a bit, but no big wolf hunk came in. She was so busy watching that she must have missed someone coming up on her other side, until the squeak from somewhere high and to her left caught her attention. She turned, and wound up eye to belly with someone covered in white fluff. Sled dog harness too, or something that looked like one. And as she looked up a few other things caught attention.

That is a big dog.

That is a red collar.

And that is a gag made of a squeaky bone and some leather straps.

The big dog thing grinned at her around the bone, then squeaked it again, wagging up a storm. Ann couldn't help a little bit of a grin. Infectious grin on that dog. She didn't know what was actually going on, what the intention was, but the dog kept squeaking and wagging, engaging with her wordlessly.

All interrupted by a hand on Ann's shoulder.

"Is my puppy behaving herself?" The hand was purple, and at first Ann thought it was a glove. The voice, too was... unusual. It sounded like it echoed within itself, like it was heavier than normal sound, somehow. The purple skin gave way to fine scales as Ann turned to see who was looming over her from the other side. Dragon, a rarity. Dragoness, as it turned out, on second glance. A couple of big reminders that "she" was the operative term were filling out the top of a corset. Not a lot else on her than the corset, but she had carved her horns and inlaid them with gold. Very fancy.

"She, uh, seems to be? Just wagging and squeaking."

"Tsk. Noisy dog. Bad girl." The dragoness reached over and grabbed the dog by her septum ring. "I'll have to teach her to be quiet."

Ann didn't think the dog looked even a tiny bit worried or contrite. If anything, her tail sped up, right before she was literally led away by the nose. She watched as the pair went out through the front door, with Wolfgang coming in right after. He spotted her, then grinned as he realized who she'd been watching.

"Dragoness and doggy?" When she nodded he gestured toward the door. "Somarin and Marla. You saw the red collar treatment, I guess. Frankly, I don't think she ever takes the thing off. Or maybe she's not allowed to? Anyway, those two are at every party we throw, so if you stick around you'll get used to them. Having fun so far?"

"I don't think fun is the right word. I've been hovering somewhere between terrified and embarrassed for most of the time, aside from when Marla was making squeaky noises and wagging at me. That felt weird but not... worrying?"

"I'm sorry for dragging you somewhere you're not comfortable. You look fantastic, by the way, but if you want to go somewhere else and call it a date, I'm pretty sure I can disappear without too much trouble."

She debated taking him up on the offer. She was uncomfortable, and he was offering an easy out, to somewhere less uncomfortable. But it would invalidate the whole reason she was at the party, it would remove her from the things she had come to see, learn about, and perhaps experience.

"As much as part of me wants to say yes, I'm going to have to listen to the part saying no. And thank you, but I think most of the credit goes to the increasingly naked woman over there who apparently thinks everyone else should be wearing her silks but her." She gestured across the room to where Vanjaram was tying a strip of her outfit onto Alessia's tail. There wasn't much silk left, only jewelry.

"She had a good canvas, then. There's a reason she's the one in charge of all the costuming for our big videos and photo shoots. Very good eye, and a savant when it comes to patterns. Speculation about her having a couple of discreet bits of augmentative hardware occasionally surfaces, but no one knows for sure aside from her. Not that we care, but there's several competitors who'd want to borrow whatever software they imagine she has."

"It was pretty impressive how quickly it went from measurements to fabrication to fitting, but I never thought to suspect assistance. I just figured she's done this a million times and knows what she's doing."

"Generally a safe bet. So what do you think of the party so far? About what you expected?"

Ann paused to think over her answer, then shrugged. "I had been expecting more, I don't know, in your face stuff. This all seems pretty subdued, if risque."

"You're in the relaxed building, actually. The other buildings are more, uh... I guess active is a good word. There's not going to be, like, sex in the halls in this one."

As if to prove him wrong, a wide-eyed cabbit hit the wall next to them, followed immediately by a woman with silver hair and a chrome right arm, who pinned him to the wall and kissed him. Aggressively, too, and with the clear intent of communicating her desires very physically.

Wolfgang cleared his throat, and the girl giggled. "Lydia, take whoever you've trapped and find a room. You know better."

"Fine, fine, spoilsport. I'll take him outside." The cabbit made a sound that mixed excitement with terror before he was dragged out the door by his belt.

"Okay, so you probably won't have people fucking right next to you, in this building at least. Outside? Kind of varies. Sixteen has a couple dozen folks getting stoned on various recreational drugs. Eight has an impromptu demonstration on suspension bondage. Most of the others are people doing what they want to with each other. Fucking your coworkers in the hallway is frowned on when you're on the clock, but enough of us work in sexually charged environments and fields that there's stray horny bouncing all over. Parties like this tend to help mitigate some of that."

"Knowing what you, and a lot of these other people, do for a living is making this party kind of surreal. I mean, last night was, too, but somewhat less so? There it was easy to kind of disassociate the whole adult entertainment thing from the neatly dressed, generally hospitable partiers. Here? With so many people naked and horny? And several people very eagerly showing off? It's impossible to forget."

She shrugged. "Alessia was intimidating enough yesterday, when she was clothed and conversing. She's naked and being furniture, and I can't even look at her without feeling like my ears are burning off."

Wolfgang paused for a moment, then cracked half a grin. "Envious, much?"

"Fuck yes," Ann replied, mouth moving faster than brain. "I-i-i-i mean no, no why would you think tha-it's way too late to retract that statement, isn't it?"

"Oh yeah. Much like last night in the stairwell, you're pretty clear when you don't get a chance to think about the answer much. Look. No one's going to force you into anything. You're not wearing red, so if you say stop, we stop. But you're not going to get another chance like this, not quickly. If you want to try doing what you've been watching, and evidently dreaming about, just tell me what and I'll tell you who."

How hard could it be to just say that she wanted to try being tied up, helpless, and taken advantage of. Preferably by him. Definitely by him, she was very aware of how good last night had felt. But also... no, no definitely not ready to confess that particular fantasy. "Is Simon demonstrating, in number eight?"

"Kind of figured you'd want to meet him. He's not part of the demonstration, no, but he's in ten, and I'm pretty sure he's not terribly busy. Want to go pay him a visit and ask about being made utterly helpless?"

Ann didn't answer, just got up off her seat and headed for the door.

All of the buildings were similar, and probably near identical inside as well. It was a neat little neighborhood of prefab houses, mostly, bland on the outside, but much more interesting for the things going on inside and spilling out onto the walkway. Ten was along the same design, with a wide open living space and kitchen area, stairs up to bedrooms, and a lot of windows.

A pair of jaguars, heavy set and older, were sitting together on a loveseat, and at first she saw nothing out of the ordinary. It was only when they shifted that it became clear that they were secured, both to the sofa and each other. And a coyote was busy tucking the loose ends of this or that knot out of reach of questing paws. At their entrance, all three looked up. The two cats, quickly went back to each other, and some struggling.

"Now you two just sit tight. If you work together, maybe you can get free. If you really wanna work together, though, I bet you can get each other off a lot faster and easier than getting knots undone. Teamwork, you two crazy kids." Strange, as he looked several decades the junior of the bound felines. "Wolfgang! How nice to see you here, and not at all expected. And this would be the young lady you were telling me about, who's all hot and bothered about my handiwork?"

Wolfgang grinned, and put an arm around Ann's shoulder. "Ann, meet Simon. I didn't give him any specifics, but I didn't have to. Alessia talked to him already, as it turns out. Nothing much of detail, but she mentioned the shoot in particular."

Simon had picked up a duffel bag, and was shooing them toward the door. "Right, I remember that one. Heck, Alessia's a challenge and a half, but such a rewarding victory when I can pull it off. What about you, bandit babe? Do I need the steel core ropes for you?"

"N-no?"

"Good, good, I have those set aside for later. Madame is going to make Alessia howl. It'll be great!" His enthusiasm was a little unsettling, when mixed with the rumpled clothes, scruffy appearance, and tendency to talk with his hands.

"So you got focused in on that Passion Restrained shoot. Not my best work but certainly up there in the top handful. It's really hard to rig her, you know? I can't just go with friction things, she's just too strong for that. How about it, you want the whole shibari experience, or something you can put your dress back on over? No one will know, but you will."

That had temptation to it, and a rush of heat colored her ears then settled much lower. But it wasn't exactly what she'd had sitting in her mind for what felt like forever. She shook her head, and Simon seemed to read that pretty well.

"No, you want to experience what you saw. That's a very involved thing, and by necessity will leave you almost bare. Are you certain about that? And are you comfortable with that? There's no truly private space in the village with the right architecture to replicate the experience, it would be, at least, semi public. You need not remove your underclothes, but you'll definitely not be wearing your dress, if you choose this experience. Quite possibly for a long while."

That was a little more of a hitch. The choice was to either not experience the thing she'd been dreaming about for months, or to take the plunge, experience it, and also potentially have total strangers seeing her not only bound, but also mostly undressed. It wasn't an easy choice. She turned toward Wolfgang. "You'll stay with me, right?"

Big grin on the wolf. "Yeah, between the whole not being a jerk and that I'm sure it'll be a damn nice view, I think I have a good motivation to keep you company. Also if I abandon you, my sister might kill me. Self preservation is a powerful thing."

She turned to Simon. "Okay. Let's do it."

"That's the way to do it! Okay, let's head over to... I think three is clear right now. Give me a second to grab my gear from one. I'll need to get my Alessia one as well. I think she'll be coming over to three once madame is ready to have her fun. So you'll get a nice view for an otherwise very limited show."

"Limited? Limited how?"

"This isn't a public show. They're actually going to be closing the doors on this one mostly. This is for madame and Alessia more than anyone else. Bonding, in a manner of speaking."

In a manner of speaking. She was relatively sure she knew at least the approximate manner that was being spoken of. It would likely be interesting, and mildly terrifying.

Scary thoughts.

Simon reached the door, held his palm up to the concealed scanner in the frame, and waved the two of them past. The house was dimly lit,and currently unoccupied

"Get comfortable for a minute, I'll be back in five with my gear. Might as well get undressed while I'm gone. If you need help with that, well, I'm sure Wolfgang would be happy." Simon ducked out of the door, leaving the two of them alone.

Ann huffed a breath out, trying to steady racing thoughts and heartbeat. "What am I in for this time? Last time I jumped off, I got mounted to the wall- thank you again, that was fucking great- and now I'm going to get attached to a pole. I hesitate to ask, but I might want to now, before things get too involved. Do you want to, um... do things with me while I'm tied up?"

"Do things with you. I'll skip being a tease and making you say what things you're talking about and say... maybe gently. Being bound is new to you, and while I want to build positive feelings with it, we have to see how you're going to handle the experience, first. It's like anal for the first time. Not going to make good associations if the act itself is unhappy."

The color in her ears must have showed.

"Oh, do I get to talk to you about that for your first time, too?"

"Shut up, jerk. I haven't had a lot of adventures with sex stuff! I've been busy at school." And really bad at dating, but she wasn't going to confess that if she could help it.

"It's kind of neat getting to help someone do things right the first time, instead of fumbling around. No one ever uses enough lube the first time, for instance."

She thumbed the control strip on the side of the dress, and felt it relax around her a little. Sliding it off over her shoulders was easy, and it just kind of dropped to the floor after that, leaving her bare aside from her underwear.

"Ah, I see you're no longer wearing my sisters prank panties. Good call. Those are much, much nicer." Ann opened her mouth to reply, but the grin on his face was too much to put any bite in her response, so she shrugged instead.

"I wasn't actually sure if anyone was going to be seeing these, but they make me feel prettier."

"You certainly got that right. Hey, Simon's back. Just do as he says and he'll get you all helpless in no time."

Simon stepped past Wolfgang and patted his ass. "Step aside, hot stuff, I've got me a bunny- pardon that, ma'am, s'a technical term, means the one I'm gonna be tying up- and you're in my way. Now, lovely lady, step on over here and have a seat on the floor. First we're going to go over basic safety stuff, okay?"

Wolfgang walked to the kitchenette and raided the fridge for a moment, while Simon went over what to monitor herself for, things like numbness or tingling, hot or cold spots, dizziness. She wasn't going to be suspended or standing, so there were fewer dangers there. All the while he was taking rope out of his bag, measuring lengths by just spanning his arm length and counting under his breath. He'd get some number set, snip the rope with scissors, then quickly seal the ends with an instant epoxy of some sort.

"I know it's a lot to keep track of, so for the sake of simplicity, if you're feeling odd or uncomfortable, Wolfgang'll listen and he knows what's up. Just be honest with him, it'll be all good. Good? Good!" He started with a harness around her chest, winding it around her middle back and forth, over her shoulders. It was about as tight as the corsetry in her dress had been, not uncomfortable, exactly, but it was definitely tight.

Right arm got tangled into the harness, ropes at her bicep, elbow, wrist all wound through the chest harness, keeping it pinned with her hand posed at the waistband of her panties. Then he helped her over onto her side and raised her right leg along the support beam behind her. That got woven all together, leaving her just a little bit of flex room to wiggle her leg. She was a bit confused about how he intended to take care of her other limbs, though.

"Ah, that's where having the home field advantage pays off, though! " Simon tapped her nose, then pointed at a spot on the floor, then touched it and pushed. What had looked like a knot in the hardwood floor rotated cleanly over, then locked into place with an eye bolt exposed. Which he tied her wrist to, then exposed another one for her elbow, leaving her arm tucked under her head. He grabbed a pillow to go there as well, then wrapped her other leg, a bind of ankle to thigh, nice and close, almost like she was kneeling but with no weight on her. And a final hidden eye for her knee. Nothing so dramatic with her tail, just a couple loops hidden in her fluff, keeping it close to the pillar, but free to move around, mostly. She couldn't bring it up between her legs or anything.

For the first time in her life, Ann was completely helpless. Exposed, with someone she wanted to take advantage of her right there, and she was absolutely not going to ask for it. Not that he was going to have any trouble understanding what she wanted. Simon stood up, took a last look over, then grinned and walked to the center of the room. There were a couple of other people there, moving things and arranging. She wasn't actually sure what that was about, and was honestly having a little trouble focusing anywhere other than herself.

"It's a feeling, isn't it?" Wolfgang's tone was mellow and gentle, a trace of amusement as well. "Knowing that someone could do anything to you, and you'd be powerless to stop it. That's not really how it works, but in the moment? That's what we want it to feel like. Like you, little lady. I can see your hips moving, I can see the flush in your ears, I can smell you, and I know you know that. In my position, I have to be aware that what I might think you want may not be correct. Got to ask the questions, get the answers, make sure that when all's over, you're going to walk away dripping, dizzy, and satisfied, without regrets."

"Dripping, dizzy, and satisfied sounds pretty good, yeah. How do I say yes without it being weird?"

"Well, I'm not going to let you get so loud you distract from the show. And I'm not going to do to you what was done to Alessia. I know, spoilsport, ruiner of fun, but you're not as tough or as trained as she is, so hitting you with, for example, electrostim orgasms? You're probably not going to enjoy it the same way."

"So all that aside, the need to play gentle with me and keep me from getting so loud I distract from the show. Can I say yes?"

"Yeah, I think you can. Safeword's "red" and if you can't talk, tap three times. I'll keep a hand near yours when I've got your mouth covered, so you can signal. Or when I've got your mouth filled, because let's be honest, trash panda, I'm awful curious about how well you can suck me, tied up like you are." Ann felt her hips squirm and her hand trying to creep down into her panties. Not that she could get it that far, and she remembered how hard Alessia had strained to get her own hand into a position to do something about her nethers. But no dice, no luck, any stimulation down there was not going to come from her.

It was alarming, being unable to do things for herself that she normally could. He'd brought up fellatio, and the couple of times she'd done that, she'd been fingering herself, too. That had been fun, but there was something different, and she was pretty eager to find out how different.

Some of that must have come across her face, because he grinned. "Oh yeah, that's exactly the kind of thinking we encourage. We want our clients and friends to feel like anything they want to try is possible. And safe. So why don't you tell me, oh helpless lady, what you wish my hands would do?"

Ann wasn't really sure she could answer, and that was a big part of the problem. Articulating what she wanted, if she even understood it herself, was the hardest part because she was still worrying about perceptions, how he would see her if she asked for those things, even though she knew in her head that he wouldn't judge. It was what he did for a living, and in the grand scheme of things what she wanted was terribly vanilla.

"I can see your hand moving." Wolfgang put his hand over her bound one, low on her stomach, and pushed his fingers a little further. Under the waistband of her panties, she could feel a tantalizingly close touch, but he wasn't quite in the right place for her to communicate by hip movement, yet. "You know I have to keep teasing until you ask me, right? Union rules, says so in the handbook."

It was very possible he wasn't pulling her leg, either, but his grin said that didn't matter. "You're such a jerk," she muttered, then huffed and tried again to wiggle her hips a little closer, get his fingers where she wanted them. "Would you please stop teasing and just, just... take advantage of me? I'm helpless here on purpose and you haven't even put so much as a finger in me, and I want a hell of a lot more than a finger!"

"Oh, that's more like it, can do." His hand slid the last couple of inches it needed to to hook a couple fingers into her. Nothing deep, nothing fast, but enough to say they were (finally!) past teasing. She rocked her hips as much as the ropes would allow, helping get a rhythm going that felt good to her.

There was a support beam in the way of spooning, but his position, behind and over her, allowed for a good bit of kissing while he fingered her, and she was very pleased with how well he took the lead away from her. Having him take charge let her revel in it and let go, which was exactly what she needed from him.

And he was good at what he did, too. Fingers just where they needed to be, moving in synch with her hips. Nothing fast, nothing hard, but lots of pleasurable sensations from down below, and she was quite aware that she was making a substantial damp spot in her underwear, and on his fingers.

Speaking of which, he pulled those out, and brought them up to take a taste. "Hm, yep. Raccoon tastes good. No surprises there. Too bad you probably want to keep those panties intact, or I'd be able to really get in there and have a feast." The way he showed off his fangs and grinned said a lot about the kind of feast he wanted, and her initial impulse was to say fuck it, tell him to tear them off, and let him go to.

So why not? Why balk? At this point there wasn't much modesty left to maintain, and anyone wandering in right now was going to be focused on the main show, center stage, where Alessia was getting bound up tighter and tighter.

Fuck it. "I'm not that attached to them, and oh damn, want to feel your tongue doing its thing."

"Music to my ears, little lady." He crawled around, stretched out along the floor below her. And it didn't take much to get her panties out of the way, just teeth and a tug and they tore away. Plenty of room for him to get in there, and there wasn't anything she could do to stop him. Broad, strong tongue on him, and he knew where to put it. Big licks, pushing deep up inside and dragging back out, nose rubbing in against her clit.

She hadn't realized that the harness was going to make it harder to breath. She had to do short, fast, shallow breaths, which was an odd and powerful sensation given how much she'd like to be moaning loudly. He was really good at this, and she could feel pressure building up quickly. She couldn't do anything about it either, except pant and squirm as his tongue pushed her up, then right over the edge.

Frantic little noises as ecstasy overrode her and her thighs and stomach shuddered. As he lapped up the taste of her, loud slurps and obvious delight. Then gave her a little break to get her breath back.

"Hey, little lady. You know what one of the best parts of a helpless partner is?"

He was looming over her now, and she was suddenly aware that he was completely bare. No sign where his clothes had gone or when, she'd been distracted by what his mouth was doing instead. But she had a very, very good view. Her turn to put mouth to good use. She couldn't do much actively, but just opening wide was a signal enough for him to push hips forward, put enough of him in her muzzle that she could suck that thick, red shaft.

He leaned one arm against the column she was bound to, and put the other hand in hers, a reminder that, since she couldn't talk, she'd have to signal safeword with her fingers if she needed to. She doubted the need would happen, but it was there if necessary.

A yelp intruded on their isolated little haze of pleasure, the heavy sound of a distressed tigress, but she lost track of that in a moment as Wolfgang's hips bucked, and she gagged a little. He pulled back, waited for her to swallow and recover, then went back to slow rocking, letting her tongue do most of the work, sucking him slow and easy.

She couldn't do anything useful like grab his knot and squeeze, so how far and fast this went was entirely out of her control. She did have a pretty good range of motion with her neck, though, and could happily bob her head along as he worked his hips, moving along with them to prolong his thrusts and pulls, hear him making those soft sounds of pleasure and lust.

Her mouth was full of the salt taste of precum, and the heat of him on her tongue. And his breath was getting less steady by the moment. The hand in hers squeezed for a moment, then relaxed, and he grinned down at her. "Getting pretty close, bandit. You wanna drink this, wear this, or something else. One squeeze for drink, two for wear, three for change it up."

Another sign that, even though she was completely helpless, she was the one in charge, in some way. She only hesitated a moment before giving one good squeeze.

"I like the way you think, lady. Okay, just gonna get in behind, here, and-" he slipped his hand out of hers, got a good grip on his knot, and started to squeeze and tug while he slid in and out of her mouth. Only a couple more thrusts before he tensed, tightened, then exploded, emptying himself into her maw. She couldn't keep up with the volume, swallowing as quick as she could still wasn't enough, and she wound up wearing some of it anyway, as a cough pulled her back in time to catch four or five more spurts on the muzzle and chin.

Both of them were panting and giddy, grinning at each other over a backdrop of distressed and pleasured noises that were there, sure, they existed, but neither of them could summon enough awareness to pay attention. They stayed close for a bit longer, until she had to squirm and ask to be set loose, to answer the call of nature and also scrub her face a little.

"Sure, can do. Just have to tug a few loose ends to get you free. Come back when you're done and we'll get all the ropes cleaned up."

"Can we put them back on me, instead? Maybe in a way that doesn't latch me to a piece of architecture? Something I can wear under my dress?"

"Oh, you're gonna fit in just fine, just fine. Sure, let's do that."