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Catfood - Episode 11 - Photo Session, Part 1

© 2004, 2005 Nameless

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Angela said "I gotta change, I'll be with you in a minute." and entered a door marked "Staff only."

"Tammy?" I asked "Do I get to change as well?"

She stopped and grinned imprudently at me "Whatever for? Don't you like the clothes you're wearing? I find it rather attractive..."

"Well..." I couldn't help smiling myself "I guess they are not too bad... just they're the same old rags I always wear."

"Don't worry... it's the one style of female clothing that never goes out of style."

"Yeah... I guess you are right about that."

Before I could say anything more, she turned around and I had to follow her. A moment later we entered the gym.

There were only two more people in the big room. One of them was obviously the photographer. If the lens of his camera was supposed to compensate for a certain lack in the male's department, then it was serious overkill. It was at least as long as my forearm and wide enough that I could have put my muzzle inside (if not for the glass). The current center of his attention was a nude female who sat on an exercise bike and was pedaling slowly. The camera clicked several times and I couldn't help wondering if one would be able to count the number of hairs on the woman's privates on the pictures. We walked towards them.

He must have noticed us, because he got up and turned to us "Hello, Tammy." His gaze quickly moved to my body "Is that the new girl?" Suddenly I noticed the woman's scent, her sweat, but even more the scent of her arousal. And that her breathing was a lot more ragged than the speed of her pedaling would have accounted for.

"Yes, Nate. That's Lisa."

The woman stopped pedaling and stood up. There was a faint plopping sound and the scent of her arousal increased significantly. A moment later I saw why: The saddle was equipped with two dildos that must have been lodged inside her. I had to wonder how anyone would be able to get any useful exercise done on this bike, considering how much stimulation they would generate. She bowed and greeted Tammy "Good evening, Mistress."

Tammy and Nate shook hands. Nate looked to be in his late forties or early fifties.

When he held out his hand to me, I shook it "Hello, Lisa." His gaze traveled down my body before it returned to my face "It'll be a pleasure, working with you."

"For you at least." Aloud I said "It's a pleasure to meet you, Master." I realized that while it wasn't what I had wanted to say, it wasn't too far from the truth.

"I prefer 'Sir', Lisa."

"Yes, Sir."

"This is Donna."

We shook hands, looking at each other, unsure what to say or if we should say anything other than "Hello."

But before we could come to any decision, Nate commanded "Get back on the bike, Donna."

"Yes, Sir." She climbed on the bike and carefully impaled herself on the two special features of the saddle. She wiggled her hips for a moment and then she resumed her exercises.

Tammy was grinning as she commented "Sorry for being a little late. I hope you weren't bored too badly."

Nate laughed "It's ok. You know me, I always manage to find something to keep me occupied."

"Let's go over there." We followed Nate to the other side of the room.

Tammy detached the leash from my collar and cautioned "Don't try to run off, Lisa. Unless you want to spend the night in the dungeon."

One look at her face told me that while she had said it mostly in jest, I would not want to try anything like that. Not that I had planned to do anything. "Don't worry, Tammy." I couldn't help adding a little joke "If I run, then you won't catch me."

They both laughed "You're pretty sure of yourself..."

"What do you want me to do, Sir?"

"Stand there." He pointed at the middle of the mat. "We'll start with simple poses. Relax and find a comfortable stance. Keep your arms at your side and look at me." His camera clicked several times. "Good. Look at Tammy." He took several more pictures. "Now look at Donna." I did as I had been bidden. After a few seconds I began to blush a little as I found my eyes glued to her bottom, which moved in way that I found disturbingly interesting.

Nate walked around me, taking several pictures as he did so. Then I had to raise my arms above my head and he circled me once more. He had me stand in a variety of poses, all of them relaxed and comfortable without offering me any chance to conceal any centimeter of my body.

After a few minutes Angela entered, wearing what looked more like a one-piece swimming suit than normal training clothes. She did look good in it, there couldn't be any doubt that she worked out regularly. She waved and called "Keep going, Donna. You're looking good today." Then she sat down next to Tammy.

Then I had to kneel, first with my legs closed, then half-open and then spread as far as they would go. Then I had to sit cross-legged. Nate took picture after picture, commenting on my poses and more often than not praising me on my looks. I felt somewhat embarrassed, but more and more his praises and the appreciative looks all them gave me began to get to me. Minute by minute the embarrassment at posing nude in front of several people faded and was replaced by pleasure.

Nate lowered his camera "Enough of that. Your turn, Angie."

She grinned "Finally." and got up. "Get up, Lisa."

"Yes, Angie." I stood up and faced her.

"How are you doing?"

"Just fine. But why are we doing this here? And not... somewhere else? I a studio or something?"

"It's much more fun here. And we can get really nice pictures here."

"Ok. What next?"

"First we do some stretches." We faced each other across the mat "Just do as I do." She stood with her legs a little more than shoulder-wide, her arms at her side. Then she slowly raised her arms. I followed suit.

The various stretching exercises lasted for at least a quarter of an hour. Nate took pictures all the time. As far as I could tell, he did take quite a few of Angela as well. The thin swimsuit she wore didn't hide all that much and I had to wonder what would happen to those pictures. She didn't seem to mind that at all, she grinned whenever she reminded Nate that he was supposed to photograph me, not her. The fact that she didn't wear a bra was impossible to miss.

At first my muscles protested quite a bit, but as they warmed up things became much more pleasant. In addition to warming up my muscles, the stretching exercises also gave Nate the opportunity to film me in a wide variety of very revealing poses. If he missed an opportunity to take advantage of the various leg splits and whatever, then I didn't notice it. I felt hardly any embarrassment, but the way the others obviously enjoyed watching me turned me on quite a bit. I did blush a little when I noticed how much I enjoyed watching Angela do the exercises. When she finally stopped, a very pleasant warmth filled my lower belly.

"Lisa?" Tammy grinned "How are you holing up?" The question was quite moot and I knew that she didn't really ask because she wanted to know, she'd have to be totally blind not to know.

I gave her a wide grin and a thumbs up.

"Good." She handed me a bottle. The pure cool water tasted very good.

"Come." Angela turned around.

She led me to one of the running machines. It was unusual in several respects, first the belt was almost five meters long and second the controls were placed so that the person using the machine wouldn't be able to reach them, wouldn't even be able to see them. What worried me a little was that I couldn't see any emergency stop button.

Angela must have caught my concern, because she explained "Try to stay in the green zone at all times." Two green lines marked the indicated area. "Sensors measure the position of your collar. If you get too far ahead, the belt will speed up, if you fall behind it will reduce the speed." She pointed at the control board "It will also record how often and how far you leave the green zone." She gave me a lusty grin "I hope you do because I'll get to spank you if you do."

"Ummm..." I could see that she enjoyed the idea and a tiny shiver of fear ran down my spine. But I was not very much troubled, I doubted that she would really hurt me.

"If you trip and fall, the machine will stop automatically." She pressed a few buttons on the control board and walked to the control board of the next running machine. "I have set the two machines to match pace."

Tammy showed me a rubber band, stepped behind me, gathered my hair and arranged it into a ponytail. Angela did the same to her own hair, then she picked up a leather necklace and put it on. For a moment I wondered why, then I figured that it would be for the sensors, same as my collar.

Tammy up the control board of my running machine, apparently it could also be used as a remote control and sat down on a bench in front of us. "Everybody ready?"

"Yes."

"All right. We'll start very slowly." She pressed a button and the belt began to move. "Use small steps and try to look pretty. Imagine that you're walking past a group of boys you want to impress." I did my best to obey her, then I looked at Angela and redoubled my efforts, she was swaying her hips for all she was worth. "Swish your tail, Lisa." I did.

"Great! That's really nice, Lisa!" I could tell that Nate was enjoying the show.

"Walk on your toes." I did. After a minute Tammy announced "I'm going to increase the speed a slowly from now on. Don't worry about looking extra sexy now, just walk naturally." Step by step the speed increased, for a bit I could keep swaying my hips, but soon I reached a speed where I could not do it any more. After a few minutes I was walking as fast as I could.

"Start jogging." I did, at first a slow jog, but soon the speed picked up. Tammy increased the speed every minute or so, giving Nate plenty of time to take pictures. The slow jog turned into a fast one, then into a slow run. I was able to keep up without serious problems, but I was slowly coming to a point where I would not be able to keep the speed for very long, I was breathing hard and beginning to sweat. Tammy increased the speed twice more and I had to work very hard to keep up. I missed the next speedup and suddenly a yellow light lit up on the control board and a beep sounded, I had fallen too far behind. I picked up my pace.

Tammy pressed a few buttons and announced "All right, girls. Now I want to see who can go faster. I have set the belts to match your own speed, run as fast as you can." She gave me a slightly nasty grin "Looser gets five spanks. Now... Go!"

I broke into a dead run, pushing myself as hard as I could. I didn't have much hope that I'd be able to beat Angela, but I had to try. My breath wheezed in and out and very soon my sides began to hurt. When I stumbled and almost fell, Tammy called out "Slow down." I did, grateful for the respite. The belt slowed down step by step until we were walking at a comfortable pace.

Tammy announced "Lisa, you didn't do too badly, but you really should work out more." She chuckled "If that had been a race you'd have fallen behind so far you wouldn't even have gotten a good look at Angie's bottom."

I groaned, I didn't look forward to the spanking, but... I couldn't help feeling rather good in spite of it. Tammy stopped the running machines and Angela led me back to the mat where we did a few more stretches to relax our muscles.

Angela walked to the bench and sat down. She patted her lap and grinned evilly "Time for your spanking, Lisa girl."

Tammy said "You get ten. Five because you fell behind once and five because you lost to Angela."

"Ummm..." I stood frozen. "Can't... can't we talk about this?"

"Sure." If possible, Angela's grin turned even nastier "When I'm done you can tell me how it felt." When I failed to move, she patted her lap again and said "Eleven."

I looked at Tammy "Tammy?" hoping that she would countermand Angela's increase of my punishment.

But she only gave me a smug grin and pointed at Angela's lap "Twelve."

I gave up. After a bit of squirming I was positioned to Angela's satisfaction. My rump was to her right, my hips rested on her right leg and my feet touched the floor. My head and arms hung down on the other side. "Grab your knees." I did. I inhaled sharply and blushed when Angela reached between my slightly spread legs and ran a finger along my lower lips. "Comfy?" Angie teased. I blushed even more when I noticed how pleasant her touch felt, how much it turned me on. The humiliating position I was in excited me even more. The fingers of her hand rested lightly on my rump, one of them circled my tailhole. "Keep your tail out of the way and don't move. Count the strokes out loud, Lisa."

"Yes, Mistress." I hadn't intended to call her that, but it felt right, given my current position. I gritted my teeth and braced myself for the blow I knew would come soon.

"Lisa." I looked up at Nate. "Smile for the camera." He gave me a goofy grin "Say 'cheese'."

I giggled, I couldn't help smiling at the look on his face. "Cheese..." For a moment I forgot about the spanking.

*SLAP*

I squeaked, more in surprise than in serious pain. I jumped and almost broke the position. My rump burned. Well, it stung and it felt hot, Angela had not hit me all that hard. Her hand remained on my rump, right where it had hit me. I hissed in annoyance and lust when two of her fingers poked into my sex.

Tammy snorted and doubled over, laughing hard. A moment later Angela and Nate joined in. I huffed in indignation, but I couldn't quite suppress a few giggles myself. After a minute Tammy got herself under control again "Oh God!" She panted a few times. "Lisa, you should have seen your face! That look was absolutely priceless!"

Angela giggled and exclaimed "I can't wait to see that picture." I groaned at that.

*SLAP*

I squeaked as Angela brought her hand down on my right buttock and caught my by surprise once more. She her finger caressed the side of my thighs.

Tammy commented "Lisa, you do remember that you're supposed to count the strokes, don't you?"

I blushed in embarrassment "Sorry, Mistress." Then I added "Two."

I could hear the evil grin in Angela's voice "Wrong. If you forget to count, or count wrong, then it doesn't count."

"Oh, no!" I groaned in distress and wondered into how many more extra strokes they would trick me.

*SLAP*

I squeaked again as Angela brought her hand down on my left buttock. It stung and my rump burned. I managed to call out "One." When two of her fingers brushed over my lips and poked into me, I noticed that my sex felt almost as hot as my ass. Angela put her left hand on my head and scratched my ears. I mewled in pleasure and failed to notice that her right hand didn't rest on my rump any more.

*SLAP*

This time I finally managed not to squeak. I was breathing hard and it took some effort to speak "Two."

*SLAP*

"Three."

Angela dragged out the spanking, caressing and teasing me between the strokes. I miscounted twice more. When I finally wheezed "Twelve." my ass felt hot enough to cook on. And my sex felt so hot and wet it must have been steaming. My breath was ragged, as much from pain as from pleasure. I was quite close to cumming. My bottom burned terribly hot, even thought I knew that Angela had not spanked me all that hard.

"Lisa?"

*Pant* "Yes..." *pant* *pant* "Mistress?"

"Now we can talk about it. So, Lisa, tell me, did you enjoy your spanking?"

*Pant* "No..." I moaned in pleasure and lust as her fingers invaded my willing body. "Yesss..." One of her fingers brushed over my throbbing clit.

She laughed "I'm happy you're enjoying this as much as I do." I groaned, as much in frustrated lust as in annoyance. "So..." She drawled "do you want a few more spanks?"

*Moan* *Pant* "No." Her fingers continued to tease and excite me.

She chided "Don't be a spoilsport? I'd really like to spank you until you come. How about it?"

When her fingers pinched my clit lightly I couldn't help but wheeze "Yesss!"

It took her three more slaps until I came. Or maybe it was five, my collection of the next few minutes was quite hazy. I do remember that she brought me off with a slap between my legs. The slap to my throbbing labia sent me over the edge. I howled in pleasure as I had one of the most intense orgasms of my life. (At least up to that point.)

Angela let me rest for several minutes, all the time her fingers caressed my back and scratched my ears. My ass burned and the position I had to stay in was both somewhat humiliating and uncomfortable, but I felt good. I was almost disappointed when she commanded "Get up." When I didn't obey right away, she slapped my ass. I jelped and scrambled to obey.

She pointed at the floor at her feet "Sit. Or kneel, your choice." I kneeled, I didn't consider sitting for more than a second. Angela looked at the floor to her right. She exclaimed "Look at that, girl! You made a real mess!" pretending to be surprised. I blushed deeply as I stared at the puddle of my cum. Suddenly I realized how wet the insides of my thighs were. She pointed at the puddle and commanded "Clean that up."

"How, Mistress?"

She gave me a nasty grin "You have a tongue, girl."

" Yuck!" While I had tasted my cum and not exactly disliked the taste, the idea of lapping up my own cum disgusted me. Very much. Let alone another woman's cum. Male cum was fine, but female juices disgusted me. " No! Please! Please not that!" I gave her my best pleading look "Please don't force me to do that!"

Angela looked very surprised by my refusal. She stared at me, than at Tammy, who sat behind my back.

Tammy stood up and a moment later she stood in front of me "Look at me, Lisa." I did, somewhat surprised by the steel in her voice. She studied my face for a moment, then she said "You will lick up your cum, is that clear?" When I didn't move, she went on "You will do it, Lisa. And if I have to chain you up and whip you all evening, you will do it."

Our eyes locked. I could see that Tammy was deadly serious. After a moment my shoulders slumped in defeat and I looked down.

"I'll count to ten. If you aren't at it by then, you won't get any water to wash out your mouth afterwards." After a moment she said "One... two... three..."

I whimpered in distress, but she had cowed me into submission. By the count of six I was lapping at my juices. They did not taste that bad, but I had to fight the urge to throw up. My eyes filled with tears. I lapped as quickly as I could, now that I had given in, I wanted it over as quickly as possible. When I was reasonably certain that the floor was clean, I resumed my kneeling position and looked up at Angela.

She considered me for a moment, then she smiled and nodded. A moment later Tammy handed me a bottle of water.

"Thank you." The cold water felt extremely good and I was very happy to get my taste out of my mouth. I considered gargling, but then I decided against it. Most of the taste was gone, but my mouth still didn't feel clean when Tammy held out her hand. I took one last drink and reluctantly returned the bottle.

Angela declared "We'll work out on the other exercise machines next. Get up." I stood.

Tammy slapped her forehead "I forgot something. We had a special request and we'll need a few props. I'll be back in a few minutes. Ok?"

"Special request?" I didn't like the sound of that.

"Yes, one of the customers who's interested to hire you for your tryout day asked for this."

"Oh." I wondered what kind of props I would have to use. I doubted that I would like whatever they wanted me to wear. But I did not think I had a choice in the matter. "Ok."

"Fine." Tammy left.

Angela led me to one of the weight lifting benches. The weights she selected were not too heavy, but I did have to strain a little to lift them. I didn't have any doubt that my exercises let Nate shoot me in some very interesting positions. He seemed to shoot at least a few hundred pictures. Next I had to do sit-ups, then I worked the butterfly machine. I didn't have a watch, but I figured I had been at it for about a quarter of an hour when Tammy returned.

Tammy carried a sports bag with the company logo. Angela led me to a bench next to the running machine.

"How are you with high heels?" Tammy asked and produced a pair.

"I don't know. I rarely use shoes at all and I haven't ever tried them." I accepted the shoes and studied them dubiously. They consisted of little more than a leather plate to stand on, an insanely high heel and a few leather straps to hold my feet in place. I sat down and studied one of them a little closer. The buckles were made of metal and did not have a keyhole, most likely they used a magnetic key. And the top strap had a small D-ring on the inside. They were as much restraining devices as footwear. I sighed and wiggled my toes into the left one. The fit was tight, very tight, but did not hurt. I closed the first strap and it shut with a very final sounding 'click', then a second strap. The third strap closed above my ankle.

Two things were clear: That the shoes had been custom fitted for my feet (my feet are shaped very differently from those of a human, I very much doubted that anyone would have shoes that fit me so well in stock) and that there was no way I could take it off without the key. Unless I cut the straps, of course. They looked delicate, but when I tugged on one I realized that they were not just leather but that they had been reinforced. I put on the second shoe, wondering who had paid to have these made for me before I had even signed the contract.

Then I closed the final strap and stood up.

"Walk around a bit."

I almost tripped on my first step, but I got the knack very quickly. I sometimes walk on my toes anyway, especially when I want to walk quickly and using these high heel shoes was surprisingly similar.

"Not bad. You're doing really well, Lisa." Tammy smiled at me, I smiled back, her praise felt good. "Here." She dropped something into my paw.

It was a short chain, about 20 centimeters long with a three tiny bells attached. After a few moments I figured out what I was supposed to do with it "You want me to tie my feet together?"

Tammy's grin was answer enough. She instructed "Turn around." When I had done so, she added "And don't bend your knees."

"Yes, Mistress." It felt like the right thing to say. I bent down, fully aware that this exposed my private parts fully. Not that I had had all that much possibility to keep them covered since I had entered the building. Still, I couldn't help blush a little when Nate zoomed in on my sex. Tammy and Angela's eyes seemed to be doing the same. Resigning myself to my fate, I threaded the chain through one of the D-rings.

Before I could do the same with the other foot, Nate cajoled "Say 'cheese'."

I felt really ludicrous, but I complied "Cheese." Angela began laughing and after a few moments we all joined in. I barely managed to keep my position without falling over. When I got myself under control again, I threaded the chain through the ring on my other foot and snapped the buckles shut. My feet were now connected together with barely more than a hand span of chain. I stood up and waited for further instructions.

Tammy and Angela each too one of my paws and said "Walk around." I did. At first it was very difficult, I tripped three times and I would have fallen if they had not caught me. But I got somewhat used to it after a while. I couldn't walk fast, obviously, but I didn't trip every couple of steps any more. "Very good, Lisa." I beamed at Angela's praise.

The two led me back to one of the running machines and onto the belt. They released my paws and Tammy started it. At first the band moved very slowly, but bit-by-bit the pace picked up. With a lot of effort, I managed to keep up until the belt reached normal walking speed. I couldn't see myself, but I was quite certain that the rapid and tiny steps made my butt bounce in interesting ways.

When I tripped, Angela caught me once again. She helped me back on my feet and gave me a peck on the nose "I'm proud of you, Lisa. You're doing really well." She winked "You'll need a lot more practice with those heels, though." I groaned when she commanded "Be silent until you are told otherwise."

Tammy announced "Next step." and dangled a pair of handcuffs in front of my face. I stared at them and shivered, but when she grabbed my paws, I did not try to resist. Tammy tied my paws together behind my back. The clicks the handcuffs made as she closed them around my wrists send shivers of fear and excitement down my spine.

"Let's see how that goes." Tammy started the machine. Walking like this was even more difficult, now I couldn't use my arms to balance myself. As I struggled to keep up, I felt even more exposed than ever before. Soon I found myself beginning to get turned on. Angela had to catch me twice. The close contact felt good, her slightly sweaty scent smelled good. The idea of being really intimate with her, of having sex with her revolted me, but a tiny part inside me was disappointed whenever she released me.

Tammy stopped the running belt once more and declared "Very good, Lisa, you're doing really well. Much better than I had expected. One more item, and then we are done for today." She retrieved something from the bag. Then she turned around and showed it to me. It was a wide leather strap with a belt buckle, only it was much too short to put around anybody's belly.

" Eeep!" I exclaimed in surprise when Angela grabbed my arms. I whimpered in discomfort when she pressed them together until my elbows touched. A few moments later Tammy wrapped the leather strap around them and tied it shut.

It hurt. Actually it didn't hurt all that much, but it was pretty unpleasant. I could take some of the strain off my shoulders by arching my spine and thrusting out my chest. Not that I had a lot of chest to thrust out, but what I had was shown off to maximum effect.

*SLAP* " Squeak!!!"

Angela slapped my ass. Not extremely hard, but it burned plenty, I was still very sensitive from the spanking. I jumped in surprise and I would have fallen if she had not wrapped her arms around me to catch me. Almost as if by chance one of her hands ended up on my sex, at least two of her fingers pushed inside. A noise somewhere between hiss and moan escaped my lips. Angela steadied me, released me and stepped into my field of vision. The fur on my muzzle fluffed out in embarrassment when she lifted the hand to her face and sniffed it. She gave me a lewd grin and licked it "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" My ears seemed to catch fire and I lowered my head in shame. But she took my muzzle and forced me to look at her "Well?"

"She wants me to answer that!" I closed my eyes for a moment and gave the tiniest of nods.

"You may answer out loud. Don't be shy."

"Yes, Mistress." She continued to look at me, obviously not satisfied with my answer "Yes, Mistress, being tied up like this excites me. The way you look at me shames me and arouses me." I looked at her, hoping that I would not have to humiliate myself even further.

"Good. I'm glad you like this, my little rodent." Her smile turned benign and friendly "Don't be ashamed, be glad you do." After a moment she commanded "Off we go." and patted my rump. Tammy started the belt.

Walking was even more difficult now. And I felt even more exposed, every jolt seemed to travel straight to my nipples or my sex. Or both. I could not see the floor in front of my feet, not that I had to fear running into an obstacle. Tammy grinned at me, licked her lips and blew me a kiss. The way she obviously enjoyed the show I was making disgusted me a little but it also felt good.

Angela blew me a kiss as well. Then she suddenly knelt and blew me another kiss. I hissed in annoyance and excitement, there was little doubt on which pair of my lips that kiss was supposed to go. I groaned when she mimicked licking me. I really wanted to obey the standing commands Tammy had given me, but I would have broken the one against covering my private parts. If I could have, that is, if my paws had not been securely tied behind my back. As it was all I could do was grit my teeth and keep walking. I didn't dare to close my eyes, it was difficult enough to keep my balance already. Tammy increased the speed a little and to my great relief Angie finally got up and stopped teasing me. Teasing me that badly, that is, she didn't look away for a second and the lusty grin on her lips did not waver for a second.

Tammy increased the speed twice more until I was hard pressed to keep up. After a while she allowed me to slow down again. "Give us a smile, Lisa." I tried, but I could not, keeping upright and in control of my emotions required too much concentration and my situation was too unpleasant for a smile to come naturally.

End of Episode 11