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Carol had odd ideas. Sometimes good ones, sometimes not, but her capacity for coming up with inventive ways to get off was endless. I was usually up for whatever she came up with, but she knew the kinds of things I just wasn't interested in. So when I came home from work and found her on the couch with a red panda guy, I figured she and he would be doing things together and I'd probably be watching, or riding her face or something.

Carol had other ideas.

"Hey 'manda! Guess what I brought you home to play with!"

"No offense, stranger. Carol, guys are your thing, not mine."

"Ouch." The panda pretended offense for a moment, then shrugged.

"I told you she'd jump straight to 'no' without even hearing the game." Carol turned back to me. "Do I have to tie you up to get you to listen? No? Pity, all those classes and you won't make me use them at all. Jack here was one of the bunnies- the people who get tied up- at class yesterday, and while I was busy dangling him from the ceiling, we got to talking. About you."

"About me?"

"About you, my mousey love."

"Okay, I'll give you time to make your pitch. I'm curious.'

Carol and the panda exchanged another glance. "Jack here is what the instructor called a, uh... how did she put it?"

Jack made a face that was somewhere between a smile and a grimace. "Complete and total submissive attention slut."

"Thank you. Which means, in practice, that you can do almost anything to him and he'll just eat it up as long as you're presenting it as an act of submission." I glanced from Carol to Jack, and he nodded.

"Okay, good for him. What does this have to do with me?"

"Well, how would you like to do something similar to what I did with you? I don't think you've forgotten that, no. I expect you remember it very, very clearly." I did. Getting tied up and buzzed until orgasms hurt while your girlfriend gets railed by two guys right over your face is kind of hard to forget. "This is what Jack and I have in mind. I'm going to help you tie him up so that he can't do anything, and then you can... play with him. He brought a toy bag. I haven't been allowed to take a peek." She pouted playfully about that.

"So you think that having a guy submissive to me and at my mercy is going to make me less gay?"

"Not exactly the thought process. You've said before you don't like the idea of guys doing stuff to you. I'm curious whether that holds with the roles reversed. For science."

"For science," I repeated. "Are you going to be taking notes, then?"

"Sure. Audio log is my favorite. I can narrate like one of those nature documentaries." She hushed a little, and faked a stodgy academic accent. "Here we see the domestic mouse considering her natural prey, the subby panda express. Will she pounce, or let the opportunity pass?"

I rolled my eyes. "My natural prey is a bratty husky who is currently grinning all smug over there. Not a guy who, while cute, is still a guy."

Jack shrugged a little. "I'm not always a guy. I'm J when neutral, and Jack or Jackie depending on where I'm feeling on the spectrum at the moment. I can't exactly force the shift, but it happens now and then. There's factors that can definitely push the slider one way or another."

Carol turned back to me. "So how about it, 'manda. Where's the line between guy and girl drawn for you? Presentation, dick or not, pronouns of preference... what sets the line between lesbian and not-lesbian?"

"And of course you wanted to spring this on me without warning and give me no time to try and drum up an answer on my own."

"Mousey love, I know you. You'll get stuck in your own head dithering around with the answer. I'll find you out here at three in the morning, swilling coffee and reading blogs trying to figure out what can best be sorted by enthusiastically screwing around until you hit the right combination of factors. So how about I help you tie this guy up and see if making him moan, beg, or cry hits your buttons."

I could have argued. But she was at least half right, and honestly, it had been a long day. Making someone cry sounded like cathartic work. "Okay. Fine. But after we get him tied up you're making me dinner while I figure out what to do with him."

Jack piped up. "I can suggest things, if you like. I did bring supplies."

"Well, why don't we change that. Carol, go do dinner up while Jack teaches me terrible things to do to him."

Dinner turned out to be fish and rice. Pretty good stuff, nothing spectacular, but while Carol had been making it up, Jack had been showing me the things he'd brought. And making me an offer. I'd have been a fool to decline. So after we all ate, I pushed my husky love against the wall. Yeah, I'm a head shorter than she is. Means my center of gravity is lower, easier to get in and shove. She let me. I think she was a little surprised.

"Jack gave me an idea. So you and me are going to play a little game. Well, I'm going to play a game. You're the board. Are you going to sit still and let me tie you up or do I have to twist a nipple to get cooperation out of you?"

She'd gotten them pierced recently. That was a real threat. And she knew I didn't bluff. So she complied, let me tie her up while Jack walked me through it. Nothing as fancy as shibari, but it was serviceable. I didn't need a lot. Ankles and knees to the legs of a chair, wrists to the top of the back of it. Keeping her from defending herself, or from sitting down. But she still had her clothes on which, Jack had assured me, was even better for starting.

There were EMT shears in his little bag, and I got to start at her ankles, cutting her jeans up the back of her calf. Had to be careful at her knees, but a little bit of tugging got the slit through the rope so I could keep going.

"Hey, hey, hey! I liked those jeans!"

"You look better bare assed and you know it. If you didn't want them cut off, you shouldn't have worn them. How many of my blouses have you shredded? I thought so. Be a good puppy and don't fucking talk again or I'll do much worse than ruin your clothes."

Jack hadn't prompted that, and looked a bit surprised. I probably did, too, since that had just sort of happened without thought. But she shut up, and didn't argue when both legs of her jeans kind of fell off, leaving her in panties and shredded denim. Her shirt came next, but I took some mercy and just slid it up and off, over her shoulders to pool on her wrists.

"There, that's a good look for you. But I had to work to get you here, so you need to be punished."

Jack had said that no one actually needed a reason to punish a willing victim, but it helps the role play to have at least a flimsy excuse. Making me strip her was as flimsy as it could get. Given that I'd eagerly done the same yesterday with little prompting. Still, there was a game, and Jack helpfully handed me something from his bag.

"Oh my, this certainly looks cruel. Are you sure?"

Jack just grinned at me. "Well of course. She's been a very rude and naughty puppy, springing things on you without even a warning. Do you need me to show you how to use it?"

Carol couldn't quite turn enough to see what I was holding, but kept trying anyway. "Bad puppy. Hold still or it gets much worse for you. No, Jack, I think I can figure out which end goes where." It really isn't that hard to use a flogger (not that I knew what it was actually called, at that point) since there's clearly a handle to hold, and by nature that puts the other end as the one in contact with Carol.

I was uncertain at first, so my swats were pretty light, and Carol figured out what was up quickly. The panda took a few seconds to explain the motion, help me swing past Carol, like I was trying to spank her belly through her ass, so that it was super thumpy when I made contact. That got a lot of noise out of my lover. She yelped and squirmed and struggled, and I laughed while Jack shook his head.

"I wonder if I can spank the panties off of you. Or would you rather I cut them off?" I knew which way she was likely to fall. She liked that pair, but she wavered on it anyway. Carol hadn't been prepared to have the tables turned on her, and it showed in so many little ways.

"Please just take them off."

"Silly dog, I can't do that." I had to demonstrate, of course, so I snuggled up to her backside and roamed hands through the thick fluff on her stomach, took a bit to cup her breasts and kned (that got some really good noises out of my love) then pushed down to the waist of her panties. "See? Can't do it. Won't' go much past your hips without tearing. They're coming off, my love. Your choice how it's done."

She still wavered, even though I really hadn't given her a choice. And surprised me. "Cut 'em." Short, quick, sounded really unhappy about it, but I could see her tail trying to wag. She could keep it still, mostly, but it was easy to see if you knew where to look.

"Good girl." That got full wags, no disguising that. I took those shears again and snipped the band at one hip, then the other, and let them drop onto the chair. And could instantly smell her. Look, that's one of the really good perks to being a morph, a lot of us have really fantastic noses, and getting a noseful of aroused, excited husky is pretty damn good stuff.

"Well it's clearly not punishment if you're enjoying it so much, and don't try to tell me you're not." I dipped two fingers into her, felt her squeeze, then pulled them out and rubbed her own scent on the end of her muzzle. "That definitely smells like a dog who's having fun, don't you think?"

Jack leaned into Carol's field of view. "Are you sure she's never done this before? She's taking to it pretty well for a first-timer."

I laughed. I was flying by the seat of my pants, improvising as fast as I could. That it was working was really, really good for me. Carol opened her mouth to reply, but it got lost when I swatted her again. With nothing in the way, she could feel every little bit of smack and sting. And she couldn't evade it at all, thanks to the tie Jack had helped me with.

But I had more ideas that needed to be tried.

"Hey Jack? I want her to not talk for the next little bit. Think she can suck on you while I spank her more?"

"Uh... sort of."

"Sort of?"

Jack opened the front of his trousers and showed me what was going on under there. I know it's a chastity cage now but was just mystified by the shiny steel down there. It looked pretty uncomfortable, given how his dick was trying to get hard and not getting anywhere except to visibly bulge between the bars. "She can suck it, but it won't be particularly filling for her, and it will probably be excruciating for me. Not that I mind, actually kind of exciting to feel that kind of strain, but whether you want to be responsible for making me endure that is up to you."

"Sure, put it all on my shoulders. Make me make decisions, like I'm in charge or something." Both of them gave me a look that suggested I might be in trouble, and that my sarcasm was not appreciated. "Yeah go for it. Stuff that in her mouth. If she bites you've got protection." He shrugged, then got up to sit on the counter so she could get at him without having been untied. We all took a couple minutes to sort out things, help move her chair a little closer so she could get a good mouthful.

Last thing I did was lean in close to her ear and whisper, "if you can make him cum in your mouth, I'll go easy on you. Maybe."

I couldn't see what was happening, but the way his eyes slid shut and the moan that came out of him said good things. Meanwhile, I got back to work on Carol's ass. It's a nice ass, I'm very fond of it, and her tail is a really easy way to read her mood. Just wagging away while she sucked on him. Big yelp when I did a few open hand swats. My hand hurt, so probably could have gone a little easier on those, but her reaction was worth it. I had to hold on to her tail with one hand to keep it still while I got back to her with the flogger to keep it out of the path of the tails.

She squirmed and yelped and struggled with the knots holding her in place while Jack moaned and bucked his hips. Five or six more swats (I lost count) and I took a break. "Gosh, these panties just aren't coming off. Jack, is there anything a little sturdier in your bag?"

He panted and squirmed, then nodded. "Black handle, long and straight."

I left them doing their thing, and went looking around in his bag. Easy to find what he meant, the bag was neatly organized. About three feet long, about as big around as my thumb. It had a little give, it felt like there was a padded layer around the outer edge. Not a lot of padding.

I stepped back over and grabbed her tail. "Be gentle with that mouse," Jack said. "That is definitely not nice."

I nodded. Then lifted her tail and gave her a light swat. Not much speed, but solid, with carry through like he'd shown me with the flogger. She yelped and wiggled her butt, so I waited for her to go still again before I whacked her again. Louder this time, she definitely felt that, and so did Jack. "Fuck, how are you getting your tongue in there?"

I giggled. "She's enthusiastic with her mouth. She'll figure it out if she's motivated. And the promise of going easy on her is pretty motivating, I guess." She hadn't earned easy yet, though, so I smacked her a couple more times, then rubbed her butt with one hand. Down into her panties, and I could feel the heat off of her cheeks. She was definitely warmed up. More head between her thighs, too. Also very warmed up.

"Gosh, it looks like you're getting turned on by this. Well it would be cruel of me not to keep going, but I have another idea." She wiggled her butt, and I stepped away. A very tempting target, and she clearly was expecting (and maybe wanting) me to push her harder. But I'm still not a very pushy top, you know? Might never be, but we'll see how things go.

Anyway, I ducked into our bedroom for a second and pulled out the trump card. Magic wand vibrators haven't changed since the 80s or so. Why mess with perfection? Incremental changes, quieter motors and more powerful or longer lasting batteries. This one was waterproof, cordless, and could run at full power for four straight hours on a charge.

Yes, we have tested this.

Several times.

It was time for a game. Rub that vibe around slowly, where I knew from eager experience that it would do the most good. She squirmed and moaned and worked her hips. I kept it until she was good and hot, then pulled it away, smacked her ass twice with that rod, then put the vibrator back in place.

Jack's eyes went wide, and he moaned too. She must have found another reserve of motivation to get him off. Not that she really needed it, but it was fun to push her a little and see what she would do. She liked to push me, too. Again, take the toy away and smack her, then put it back in place. She was struggling really good now, tugging at her wrists and twisting her hips when I wasn't striping her backside. Soaked panties, too, it was great how thick her scent was.

I was pretty turned on myself, and if I'd had a free hand, I'd certainly have been doing something with it. Then it hit me, I could share the vibe. I'd have to give up on spanking her for a bit, but I was pretty sure she was tender enough already. It took some maneuvering to get a good angle, to find a good position where I could pin the head of the wand between us, and rub it against us both in ways that were, frankly, great.

Jack must have gotten to that point, too, because I saw him grab her ears and pull her in tighter, hips working frantically. At least, that's what it looked like. He kept it up for a while, then let out a frustrated moan and shook his head.

"It's not going to work," he grumbled, still working his hips. "I can't get enough friction in the right places."

I had to pull back from my own grinding to get enough breath to make reasonably coherent words. "Can't you just take it off?" I kept the head of the vibrator on Carol, pretty sure she would be going off any second now. It'd be cruel to deny her at the last second like that.

"I could, maybe, but I'm not supposed to. My boss told me to keep it on for a week, I'm on day three." It seemed pretty silly to me, but it wasn't my dick. "I can't actually get off like this, however hard your husky tries. And she's trying hard."

I knew she'd do that, and was stubborn enough to keep going even if it looked like there wasn't a win to be had. I don't know of any guy she's got her mouth on that hasn't given her what she wanted eventually. "Okay, it feels pretty cruel to-" I had to stop and hold the toy in place while Carol came, struggling at the ropes and barking in delight. "Feels pretty cruel to not get you off after all this."

Carol pulled her head back and licked her chops. "Agreed. I've never worked a guy this hard and not gotten my creamy treat."

I turned off the wand and rubbed Carol's butt. She winced, still sore, then pushed into my hand a little. "Okay Jack. I'm sure you know. Is it possible for you to get off with that thing on? And if so, how?"

Jack nodded. "Totally possible. There's a couple ways. The easiest is to use a vibe like that one and just rub it over the cage. I, personally, like to be pegged and get some prostate action. Or both. Both is good."

"What do you think, lovepup. Can we help this poor fellow out with his predicament?"

Carol grinned at me. "I think so. You wanna peg him while I use the wand on him and get my treat?"

It wasn't exactly what I was expecting to be doing, and I wasn't absolutely thrilled to be fucking a guy, but as has been said, an ass is an ass, they pretty much fuck the same. I untied Carol and we headed for the guest bedroom, because this was going to take a little bit of creative positioning.

We settled with Carol on her back on the bed, with Jack straddling her chest. I got up behind him after putting on one of Carol's strapons and a condom. Easier cleanup. And lots and lots of lube. Never skimp on that.

Yes, we figured that out the hard way.

He wasn't new to this, really, he walked me through when to push and when to pull to get him opened up for the toy. Past that it was all easy motions. There wasn't a real need for me to, like, jackhammer him or anything. Honestly Carol was probably doing most of the work on him, I was just there for stability and filler. The vibe sounded kind of harsh on the metal cage, and he did a lot of gasping and grinding. Kind of cute sounds, some mix of frustration and pleasure and pain.

It didn't actually take super long to get him off, like that, and he groaned louder, hips shuddering as he pressed harder against the buzzer.

Carol was obviously amused. "Oooh, that's a lot of mess just kind of pouring out. So if I keep the buzzer on does it just keep flowing?" Jack tried to protest but it came out pretty garbled, he wasn't speaking well. Probably overstimulation because he couldn't manage until he shoved the toy aside and shook his head.

"Please don't. That goes quickly from conflicted fun to overstimulated agony."

"Spoilsport." Carol turned it off and settled to licking and sucking. To clean him off, I guess. I slid the strap-on out of him and went to clean it off.

When I got back, Carol had rolled him over and was bobbing her head slowly while he moaned. "So much for overstimulated agony." She giggled and went back to sucking him. "I see." Well, there was something else for me to do, and a good smack on her ass got more than a giggle. She squealed and squirmed.

"That hurt!"

Jack grinned, and scrambled clear of her. "Yeah, the rod leaves a long lasting mark that's easy to stoke back up. You're going to want to sit carefully for a day or two." He sat on the end of the bed, away from her. "Amanda, if you want to keep that one, be my guest. Use it as a puppy-be-good stick. And I mean, use it on her if she's been a very good puppy. I can talk you through a couple different kinds of spanking, but honestly it feels like your pup is probably best interested in play or erotic spankings. Not trying to make her cry or punish her, just want to get her all riled up and hot. And Carol, a good thing about a good hard spanking is that it can last for days. This was a pretty gentle one, but if you get more used to things and your mouse can really wail on you, you might get a good one that hurts when you sit for days. If, of course, you find that's a thing you actually enjoy."

I nodded, and glanced at Carol. She shrugged. "Things are working out pretty well so far. Hurts a bit, but there's a really solid haze of good feels over it, too."

"That's the endorphins, yeah. They're one of the best parts. And can get addictive. There's a gal at work who'll literally beg folks to spank her until she cries. She's a fun handful, likes to brat about. Anyway, you'll want to push that boundary slowly to find the sweet spot."

Jack spent another hour walking us through the safety and aftercare stuff. Where I could go hard, where on Carol I had to tread lightly or not go at all. How to tend to the hurts that would get left behind after we were done.

After he was done, cleaned up, and gone, I was still holding the lightly padded rod in both hands, staring off into space with thoughts spinning gently around.

"So that went unexpectedly." Carol's words pulled me back to full awareness.

"Yeah, I feel like it went off the rails pretty quickly. I'm just not really interested in guys, under any circumstances."

"That's okay. More for me, right?"

"Yep. And you're for me, too, and now I get to show another kind of love. I don't want it to feel like punishing you for your, uh... natural behaviors, but would it be a fun, I don't know, role play, I guess? Would it be fun to spank you after one of your fishing trips? Like "bad dog, bringing home strange bones, gotta spank you" kind of thing?"

The bright smile and immediate wagging said everything I needed to know, on that question.