Bound and Dominant
Start of a commission series that was going to be one story but split into two. In terms of timeline its after Rubber Bird Toy. Enjoy the herm, bird bondage fun with K-2003~~
Bound and Dominant
Excitement? Trepidation? Lust? Mixing feelings within her bubble up as he enters the Toys-4-U megastore. The sweet smell of latex, leather, scented lubricants wafts over the anthropomorphic blue tit bird, adding to the potent concoction that is swelling up within her, “Finally, I made it to one of these fabled stores,” she thinks before her attention is drawn to the closest toy to her. A relatively short dark blue and purple highlight nevrean toy.
The avian rubber bird, bows, its purple cock out and hard, ready to be used, with matching-colored cuffs that have the words “Fuck Toy” written all over them. Around its neck is a collar with a tag that reads D-2423. The toy grins, eyeing her as it says, “Hello! Welcome to Toys-4-U original megastore! We are here to please you, don’t be afraid to contact this or any toy you see for assistance.”
She chirps in delight, her green eyes admire the smooth rubber toy, her pants tighten, and sex grows warm at the visual stimuli before her, “Oh, I am sure I will,” she says, brushing her white hair that fades to pink at the end to the side. Her blue feathers shift as she lives up to her namesake, but her face is white and soft like cotton and chest and belly is a nice beige.
D-toy grins, chirping happily as it looks over the avian’s thigh high latex stockings and matching arm gloves, her leather-latex crafted corset attire, that cups and lifts her breasts, tells the toy everything it needs to know for what it says next, “You’ve come to the store on a good day Miss. Today is Toys-4-U annual doms and dominatrixes meet n greet across all our megastores. There are food stands in the center aisles. Please peruse, enjoy the company of some of the finest tops and power bottoms in the area. And as always, have safe fun, and please take a look at our BDSM section. We have specials for today only.”
She licks her ebony beak with excitement, “Don’t mind if I do darling,” she chirps, walking on her high heeled latex-leather boots combo that hides where her boots end and the latex stockings begin. And you just wait there for now. I might come back and see what services you can provide.”
D-toy chirps, “With pleasure, this one is here to please,” it says with a humble bow.
“Such well-behaved toys,” she mutters, running a claw along the nevrean’s chin, feeling the warm rubber along her fingertips, feeling the tingle of delight running down her spine, bolstering her aching delight as she slowly pulls her hand away, hiding her reluctance as she dives deeper into the store, practically bull rushing toward the BDSM aisles, but all along the center of the store are food stands, run by toys, pleasantly serving delectable delights while being the visual desert that many of the patrons love.
“I didn’t think there’d be so many in the area,” she thought.
“That’s a nice outfit on you, you really make it work.”
She is drawn out of her fascination, turning to see a green scaled raptor with stripes standing before her. The anthropomorphic female raptor, having to be middle aged by the looks of it, carries herself well with her tight leather attire, showing off her fine bust. As the raptor carries herself with a domineering confidence, “Huh?”
“Sorry. I should introduce myself, Kirisha Raptor. And you?”
“You can call me Saki.”
“Nice to meet you Saki,” she replies with a head bob greeting, “First time to one of these?”
“At a Toys-4-U store at least.”
“They are always fun. Sometimes I go to the all-lady store one state over, but with my two darlings sick, and this being our daughter’s first year working here. I wanted to show my support.”
“Awe that’s very lovely to hear, though I bet she has to be weirded out you coming here where she works… wait people work here? I thought it was just filled with toys.”
“You saw the T-rex outside?”
“Yeah?”
“She does security detail here. And trust me, with everything else going on. This is the least weirded thing she has to deal with,” she laughs.
“Kirisha are you preying on someone already?” asks a towering light blue, purple striped anthropomorphic winged dragon, with a wonderful bust. Dressed in tight form fitting green leather, shi literally stands above the rest.
“Kirshina, please. I don’t go that fast… anymore,” she chuckles.
“Do you now?” shi teases, “Pleasure to meet you Miss.”
Saki introduces herself, “Nice to meet you too,” she replies, admiring the two scaled wonders, “I was just telling Kirisha this was my first time here, and just exploring, getting my bearings, seeing what sales they have down the aisle of fun.”
“I would recommend going there first. A lot of the good sales go quickly.”
“And why aren’t you over there?” she asks with a confident smirk.
“When you’ve bought as much as I have for myself, my love, and those I love, it’s hard to find something new,” replies the dragon.
Kirisha asks, “Speaking of your love, how is D’narl doing?”
“Shi’s doing fine. Unfortunately, her brother has come down with the flu and shi’s over there helping him recover.”
“That man is lucky to have a sister like hir.”
“Not as much as I am lucky to have hir,” she replies with a big grin.
Saki clears her throat, “Sorry ladies. I want to get to these juicy sales I keep hearing about. So if you don’t mind, I’ll take my leave,” she says with a delightful chirp, snatching up some food from a vendor along the way, and a small refreshing beverage to wash it all down. By the time she gets to the aisle, it’s absolutely packed with people perusing the wares, “Oh my, they weren’t kidding.”
She pushes her way through the crowd, on occasion saying, “Excuse me,” when she more forcefully squeezes her way through. Just as she gets to one of the exclusive in-store Toys-4-U items for sale a black rubber tail whacks her along the head, causing her to drop her drink, spilling it all over the floor, “Hey! You should watch where you are…” she trails off when her eyes focus on her tail thwacker.
“Oh, this one’s gosh! It is so terribly sorry. It thought no one was behind me!” exclaims a black and cyan sergal toy that towers over most of the people around it. The same type of matching cuffs and collar match its person around its wrists, ankles, upper thigh, upper arm, belt and collar, with elegant cyan glowing cursive lettering that reads “Fuck Toy.” The toy’s silver tag jingles which read K-2003. The toy’s body is exquisitely polished, making it shine far above all the other toys around it.
“Is this the sergal toy CEO I’ve seen on the commercials?” she thinks, pondering what she could do to take advantage of this situation when the toy snaps its fingers with a very resounding and squeaky snap, snapping her out of her line of thought.
“Let this one make it up to you,” it states, as one toy comes squeaking through the aisles as the sergal toy asks to get this mess cleaned up and a towel for the fine lady. It then turns back to her, asking, “Apologies, but this one didn’t get your name.”
“Saki and you are?”
“This one is K-2003, but you may call this one K-toy for short if it so pleases you. Forgive it for one moment, it will make this situation right, but that won’t do this one any good if it wrongs another in the process, forgive it,” it says, giving a cordial bow, the toy’s breasts squeezed together with a loud squeak, tail raised and hiked for all those to see behind it, which is quite a few lucky customers.
“I suppose,” she says with a huff of annoyance.
“Thank you very much, it won’t let you down, it guarantees it, especially since this one is very strong and can pick you up easily.”
A purple bodied, light brown sergal dressed in a simple attire but with rubber BDSM cuffs on her wrists remarks, “Toy… the puns.”
“Puns?” K-2003 it remarks, tilting its head to the side, pivoting on one foot to face the other sergal.
The purple sergal sighs and shakes her head, “Never mind.”
“This one never minds anything,” it says with an affirmative nod, “Well except letting those close to it down.”
“Toy… you never do that.”
“Ah, ah, ah,” it says, placing its rubber finger on the other sergal’s lips, “Live up to your namesake for just one moment as it lets this one fix the mess it has made. It apologizes in advance that this might take a while, but it will work something out to make it up to you too.”
The purple sergal tilts her head, “My namesake…” she remarks as her shoulders slump as it dawns on her, “My name is Silent…” She sighs, shaking her head, “Toy whatever am I going to do with you.”
“Whatever you want, when this one isn’t busy,” it says with a playful wink.
“That is not what I meant!” she exclaims with a blush, but then blushes harder when others turn to see what the commotion is. She sighs, “Fine, you win, toy. Go do what you need to do.”
“Thank you!” it says with a rump wiggle, turning back to Saki, “Now, now, please follow this one, and we’ll get you a new drink and snack,” it says with an affirmative nod.
“I’d rather much prefer to see what you have the store has to offer before the sale runs out. It’s a madhouse in here and I don’t want to miss out on anything…” she trills as she begins to grin, “Unless you can assure me, I don’t miss out on anything.”
The toy stops, turning around with greater caution, “This one can assure you Miss that you will have access to any sale we have and that you won’t miss out on a thing,” it looks over her, leaning in close, its body squeaking loudly, “In fact, if you had anything in particular you’d like to see, it can give you a trail run on anything we have in the store. We put examples of all our hot sale items in our toy testing rooms this week.”
“I so can take advantage of this,” she thinks, moving closer to the toy, reaching up to gently caress its smooth skin, breathing in deep the raspberry scented latex polish, and that soothing, delightful, entrancing rubber aroma, “I’m in the mood to have a buffet of choices and pick and choose as I see fit. Do you have a room like that toy?” she chirps, leaning in close, trailing her fingers along the toy’s smooth rubber sides, coiling a digit around one of the straps around the toy’s belt to pull it closer.
“Why yes, we do, and this one would be very pleased to show you it. It believes it should be available, if not, it will give you an accurate as possible eta as it can, to ensure your wait is put at a minimum.”
She leans in, reaching up, running her fingers across the toy’s jawline, “I would very much appreciate that toy. Afterall… you have to make up for what you’ve done with your tail. That was a bit of a hard hit,” she states, pulling her hand back to rub the side of her head.
“This one completely understands the situation, and it will make it up to you. We here at Toys-4-U ensure that our customers experience the highest quality experience that matches our high-quality standards of our toys.”
She gently caresses the toy’s side, “I can’t wait. Please, lead the way.”
“With pleasure,” it murrs, taking her in the opposite direction toward the back of the store, the crowds thinning out save for a few doms, taking this opportunity to try to enjoy a toy themselves, to a hallway that has a sign over it that reads “Toy Testing Rooms.”
To Saki’s surprise, such a well-known yet rumored part of the store, where one could really test the toys, the company has to offer, had a wondrous soothing scent coming from the rooms. Her nostrils flare in excitement and delight as she takes it in, getting just a hint of what happens behind those closed doors. She admires the toy’s silky smooth shapely ass as it stops halfway down the hallway, and knocks uses a special key that was attached to its inner thigh cuff and pops its head in, “Hello! This one hopes it's not disturbing anything,” it exclaims, hiking its rump up, swaying it elegantly side to side.
“If the toy interrupted someone else’s fun like that, I might have to punish it,” she muses, as she feels a rush move through her.
“Good news!” exclaims K-2003.
“Someone was in there?” she asks with excitement.
The toy tilts its head, “No, it's free, like this one had hoped it would be. Please come in, so it can properly give you the apology you deserve,” it’s says with an affirmative nod, opening the door all the way and stepping inside.
Saki’s heart flutters with excitement. Red and black bondage rack, table, submissive cages, a queen throne in the corner with rings built into the floor to tie a pet into position. There’s also various tools of the trade lined up against the wall, with a sign that reads “Please put used toys into the chute for cleaning.”
The walls are padded with square black latex with golden studs, everything is polished and cleaned to perfect. The lights overhead illuminate everything as the door closes behind her with a click.
“Please, look around, get yourself acquainted with the tools we have here. If you have any questions about them or this one, please don’t hesitate to ask,” says K-2003 as it saunters across the room with a teasing squeak and jingle as it watches Saki’s every movement, understanding its current user as much as it can, “This one thinks there might be a lot that can be done to show its apology and give her the full experience, but it shall wait till it understands her better.”
Ideas swirl through the bird’s head like a storm. Lightning of pure unfettered arousal strikes within her time and time again as her imagination runs wild with ideas, looking at the naughty toy that flaunts itself before her, making her clothing grow ever tighter, “This teasing toy from all the advertisements, and the rumors about being the CEO? Is this the one in the same toy or…” she ponders, running her claws along the toys, “Are you the K-2003 I’ve heard so much about,” she asks, grabbing a riding crop from off the wall.
“This one is not sure if you have heard about this one before or not so it can’t say that. It doesn’t know your memory, but it is the only K-2003 that it knows about,” it says with an affirmative nod.
She gently smacks the riding crop in the palm of her hand, “Are you the one that runs this Toys-4-U company? That K-2003?”
“Oh, yes, this one is!” it says with an affirmative nod, and a squeaky rump wiggle.
“I guess that means customer satisfaction is very important to you.”
“That it is. A happy customer is a good customer. Of course there are limits, and not to take advantage, but we are here to be of service, and a toy needs its customers, its users to have its purpose fulfilled. It be like a nail with no hammer.”
“I think the saying is a hammer with no nails, K-toy,” she chirps, running the riding crop along the toy’s sides, admiring her height and sleek rubber body.
“Well toys are often the ones getting pounded, so it makes more sense if it used nails to refer to toys.”
“I so want to feel more of this toy, but one step at a time,” she thinks, “That does explain if you toys can be submissive or not.”
“Oh, that we are, it’s more often that people are surprised that we can be anything but submissive,” it says with a rump wiggle, “A toy’s purpose is to help a user relax, forget about the harshness of their day, the hard work they go through day in, day out. The normal routine that many users find themselves in. A ray of polished latex sunshine to brighten up one’s day. Bring that relief, companionship when no one else is around to be there for them. We exist for you, and your happiness, pleasure, and sexual delights are what we were literally made for.”
“Even you?”
“Even this one. Though it has some stipulations compared to the average toy along with certain legal standings, so you can’t tell this one to give you the company, but in this scenario here, within this room, you may command it for the time being.”
She grins, chirping happily, “Music to my ears K-toy. Now, why don’t you make up for being such a bad toy and kneel before your Mistress,” she commands, smacking the toy’s hip with the riding crop.
The toy moans softly, arching its back, showing off its wonderful orb as it drops to its kneels, the toy’s clitoral hood breaking its seal from its sex, flooding the room ever so slowly with its powerful aphrodisiac, “With pleasure Mistress,” it responds, pressing its head close to Saki’s crotch but not touching her, showing off its willingness yet also restraint.
Each breath warms the avian’s lungs, fueling the lustful fires that rage within her. She feels her aching length press up against the latex panties, causing them to bulge as her sex grows ever hotter, wetter, “Good toy. Show me the respect I deserve,” she commands, running the riding crop along the toy’s back, giving it a few gentle bounces before giving it a firm whack as if telling the toy it may proceed.
“With pleasure Mistress, it is this one’s honor that it may be of service,” it says, leaning in closer, flicking its cyan forked tongue across her crotch, caressing along the faintly outline bulge that is formed from her ever-hardening cock, “May this one use its hands? It would really help to get you off.”
She reaches down, grabbing the back of the toy’s head, enjoying the feel of the smooth rubber against her fingers, running through the toy’s hair is a unique yet exciting experience, as everything about the toy is a delightful rubber. She huffs, her length pressing hard against her panties, the throb and ache, the utter need to just free herself from the confines of her clothing, yet she reels her desires back in, relishing in the look of the toy before her as she acts as if she’s pondering the toy’s request, “Well… I suppose…” she takes another pause, looking down into the toy’s cyan glowing eyes, “You may toy.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” it replies, licking across the bulge, wrapping its mouth around it as it gives a firm wet squeaky suckle as it grips the bird’s butt, gently running its claw tips along her rear as it hears the bird’s delightful moans. It feels each throb through the latex, knowing understanding the physical reaction and need, sussing out her hot buttons through every bit of the toy’s senses, till it will eventually be able to read her like an open book.
“G-good toy,” she gasps, pressing the toy’s head harder against her crotch. She grinds against the toy’s muzzle, tensing her rear as the toy gives it that fine delightful massaging squeeze, “Such a powerful toy, so well known, yet rumors swirl about you. If you are really a toy or not… to have you here, one so powerful as yourself brought low…” she gasps, and moans, her cock throbbing harder, pressing against her latex.
The toy internally smiles, suckling along the bulge as it softly moans with loud needy squeaks. Its claws run across the avian’s latex pants which is really the only layer between the toy and her nether regions insatiable need. The toy feels the warmth of the bird’s sex under its chin, “A wonderful hermaphrodite. Double sexes, double the fun,” the toy thinks, pulling on the latex, making the rubber cage around the bird even tighter, while continuously caressing her, looking up at her every so often to meet eyes with her, to draw the lovely bird dom into the moment.
A soft moan escapes Saki’s beak. Her member twitches as the strain grows. Her cock presses up against the latex, one single barrier between her and that lustful mouth. The toy’s tongue caresses her length, making it slide and grind against the latex, making beads of pre-cum leak from it, making it glide all the easier, which sends shivers of delight. The anticipation builds, but those eyes. Those lovely, needy, cyan glowing eyes. She finds herself drawn to them, so genuine and delightful as she feels the toy’s admiration, adoring, teasing, pleasing mouth around her, while the tail sways slightly hiked, eagerly wanting to do more, “Fuck, I love how the CEO of this big company is on her knees servicing me so passionately,” she huffs, grinding harder.
The toy nuzzles along the bulge, running its angular muzzle tip along one side of the length, then the other, making it slowly side back and forth, “Mistress loves the switch in power dynamic?” it inquires, hiding its curious smile, looking up at her.
“Hmm, you could say that, yes,” she chirps, mouth back where it belongs toy, I didn’t say stop!” she says, giving a little whack against the toy’s back with the riding crop.
With a long drawn out murr, the toy replies, “As you wish Mistress.” It places its mouth back around her crotch, slurping and suckling with a loud squeak. The toy forms a vacuum tight seal around the bulge, drawing the member into its mouth as the tongue caresses along the entire length.
She shudders, mind swirling with desires, wants, needs of what to do with the toy. An object of pure sexual desire, so able to please her and take the hits, with complete and utter obedience, without a hint of hesitation. An experienced submissive like few others could ever compare to. The toy’s hands caress along her body, teasing her tender butt, tugging on the latex to make it even tighter. Then she feels the toy’s claw tips run across that inevitable camel toe, giving both of her sexes something to twitch and quiver over.
With panted breath she gives the toy’s back a playful whack, “Y-you may remove my clothing and enjoy the delights of my body toy. Please me as you would a god. Enjoy me like a fine wine. Savor me as if it was your last meal on this Earth,” she commands.
The toy gives one last firm suckle, nuzzling the bulge, gently nuzzling it with its muzzle, making loud enticing squeaks, “But of course Mistress. This one exists for your pleasure,” it says, pulling down her pants, going nice and slow, purposely catching the bird’s pecker on the rubber, pulling it down till it eventually pops free smacking the toy in the muzzle, “Oh my, what a wonderful rod you have there Mistress, and it’s so happy to see this one,” it teases.
Saki’s pink length throbs, dribbling pre-cum, having left a streak across the toy’s muzzle. Her body aches for more as the one article of clothing is pulled all the way down and she steps through. The toy, placing the clothing off to the side while licking across the underside of her length, “Pleasure all of me toy, and if you do a good job, I shall reward you.”
K-2003 gently caresses the length, holding it up against its muzzle, showing that it could easily take her entire length. The toy’s eyes lock once more with hers, as it gently licks across the base. It’s other hand gently caresses the bird’s tender folds, enjoying her warmth, “With pleasure Mistress, this one wouldn’t have it any other way,” it murrs, rubbing its palm across Saki’s sex, grinding its muzzle against the length, licking across it till it gets to the very tip, there the toy’s cyan tongue coils around the member like a snake that has found its prey and slowly it wraps its lips around the member, while the tongue coils and slithers down lower as it gives a firm tender suckle.
She rubs the riding crop along the toy’s back, fingers running through the toy’s hair, wanting to thrust hard into the toy’s mouth, yet so very curious just what it will do. Giving the toy a bit of control for just a moment. The squeezing of the toy’s tongue, the slithering of the toy’s translucent cyan salvia as it rolls down her length. A spurt of pre-cum that is drawn right out of her length, suckles and drunk down eagerly with moans that vibrate her whole length. Yet her female sex was given just as much attention…
The toy’s palm caresses along her hidden folds, spreading her dripping juices across the toy’s palm, which it gives back in kind. Unknown to her, the sergal’s salvia is an aphrodisiac equal to the power of the aroma it gives, but the toy’s sexual fluids are even more potent and it’s working its own sex, to get two of its digits coated in its own fluids before bringing those devilish fingers up to her folds and caressing them with its claws, making contact with its juices and her sensitive folds.
The toy’s tender claws send a micro-orgasm of delight through her female bits. She milks the digits as they go into her, gently rubbing against her walls, tenderly grubbing along her clit, spreading the toy’s lubricant all within her. She bucks her hips, her instinctual desires becoming harder to keep in check as the toy deep throats her throbbing length with a long deep suckle before slowly pulling back to just leave the tip still in its ever hungry maw. The tongue moves independently of the toy, constantly shifting, alternating her pleasure, letting it all build up, but kept away from the edge, so she may purely relish in the double building fires. First one, then the other, sometimes both, which causes her toes to curl, “Oh Toy…” she moans.
It grins, “Such a lovely bird, enjoying herself. How wonderful,” it thinks, looking up at her, their eyes meeting once again. The toy reading her pleasures, feeling her body craving for more, but listening to anything she has to say, ready for the next command.
She huffs, feathers rising, as she struggles to keep control of herself, “I want to blow into you so badly… but not yet. I want to savor this,” she huffs, letting out sweet trills of delight, a bird call of her pleasure as she caresses her own latex clad breast with the riding crop in hand, taking a moment to then gently smack her breast with it, while she endlessly fondles the back of the toy’s head, “That’s enough toy,” she commands, pulling the toy’s head away with surprising ease, though as the toy does, it’s tongue slowly uncoils around her length, the forked tongue giving the end tip one last lick, and its fingers one last rub as it pulls away.
It looks up at her with longing eyes, gently licking its wet fingers clean, cleaning its muzzle of the pre-cum that stains its face, “This one hopes you’ve enjoyed your warmup Mistress,” it says eagerly, placing its hands on its legs, squeezing its breasts together with its arms as it sits up straight, while lowering its head in submissive obedience.
“T-that was more than a warmup toy, and I loved it,” she chirps, “Now, crawl, don’t walk over there,” she says, whipping the riding crop over to the throne, pointing to the spot to easily chain someone to the floor, “After that much excitement. I need a moment to rest and recover.”
“But of course Mistress, this one understands,” it says, crawling over the room with such speed that it takes the bird by surprise, though it allows her to see the toy’s cute shapely butt wiggle as moves with such elegance and a hiked tail, that feels raised just for her, the toy taking a spot right where she wanted it to.
“Such a good toy,” she chirps, sauntering over to the toy, regaining her composure, “And your cuffs are not just for show, are they?”
“They are toy’s clothing, they are for show most certainly and are very useful for tying this one down too as this one suspects you want to do to it,” it says with a playful wink and nod, wiggling its butt in excitement.
She chortles, “I’d say you are spot on toy,” she replies, walking over to the toy, running her crop along its back before sauntering over to the wall to grab straps that hang behind the throne so she can strap the toy into the anchor points in the floor, “You aren’t going anywhere toy,” she chirps as he starts tying the toy’s limbs to the floor, running the bands through the toy’s D-rings, getting the use they deserve.
“This one would never do such a thing,” it says with a nod, swaying its hips side to side, as it gives a playful test tug of the strength of its bondage as it's held to the floor.
“What a lovely footstool you make toy,” she says, stepping onto the toy’s back, loving the feel of its smooth rubber backside as she turns and leans back into the throne, resting her arms on the armrests before kicking her feet up, “Ahh perfect.”
“Thank you, Mistress. This one has to thank how well-crafted it is to be able to provide such a lovely service in the first place. It can only hope this is making it up for how it wronged you,” it says, keeping its head down, body and back straight, “And this one is really starting to understand you. What a lovely person you are. This one thinks it can really make it up to you in due time.”
She gently rubs her feet along the toy’s back, enjoying the feel of the rubber, the soft squeaks, the cool air around her throbbing member, as her legs are spread to let her sex breath and enjoy the air around her, “It’s a good start toy,” she says coyling, thinking, “This is already more than I expected, and I just want so much more.” She thinks as she rubs the riding crop along her chin as she says, “You toys are so fascinating. It’s one of those things you hear about the time in the circles I run with, yet it’s hard to believe you’ve been around for as long as you have, doing the lovely things that you do. It’s like a fantasy.”
“This one does enjoy fantasy stories, they are rather nice, but here at Toys-4-U we love to make your fantasies into as much of a reality as possible… that are safe and considerate to those around you,” it says with a nod.
She chuckles, “Are you always side commenting like that?’
“Toy understands it’s good to be specific and not false advertise. It didn’t go to school for nothing,” it says with an affirmative nod.
She laughs heartily, “I would have killed to see that.”
It gasps, “You don’t have to do that. There are plenty of videos and photographs of it going. It is sure it could arrange something. All you need to do is ask.”
She tilts her head to the side, feathers rising, “Ah… it was just a turn of phrase.”
“Oh, those odd turning phrases. It still doesn’t know how one can turn a phrase.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that toy. You are just my simple fuck toy footstool. You don’t have to worry about people things. You just have to worry about pleasing me.”
“Of course, Mistress, it’s sorry that it got off topic.”
“It’s fine… Just means I need to punish you a little bit,” she chirps, slipping off the throne, looking at the toys and pleasure devices, “Oh, how about a nice magic wand vibrator, and a paddle with little metal studs. Nothing too harsh, just enough to add a little kick into it,” she remarks to herself.
“It would be more of a whack than a kick Mistress, but it's ready to receive its punishment,” it says with an affirmative nod.
“That’s a good toy,” she says, turning the vibrator and low and placing it onto the toy’s back, “Don’t drop that, or you’ll be punished.”
It softly moans, “It won’t Mistress.”
“Good toy… now…” she muses, gently placing the paddle against the toy’s black rubber rear, “I am curious now,” she says gently tapping the toy’s butt a few times, letting it feel the paddle beforehand, “Do toy’s feel pain.”
“Oh, this question! It has gotten it enough times to answer it well. We don’t feel pain in the normal sense that you’d think of it. Especially when in service to a user, it feels rather nice and delightful, no matter how hard you hit it. But…” it wiggles its rear against the paddle, making the wand swivel along the toy’s back, almost causing it to fall off, “We do feel what is bad for us and prevent damage. For a damaged toy can’t properly be of service, so it is best to be avoided when possible,” it says with a nod, “Though there are times when it’s needed to happen.”
“Oh? Such as?”
“Saving a user from harm for one.”
“Awe, how sweet. You’d protect me from harm?” she asks as she gives the toy’s butt a firm whack.
The toy arches its back, moaning softly while deftly keeping the magic wand on its back, “What a jolly good hit there Mistress.”
Saki gently pats the toy’s butt a few times with a paddle amused by the toy’s comment before giving it another good thwack, “A jolly good hit? What kind of lingo are you using now.”
“Toy thought you’d like it, did you Mistress?”
“It was amusing alright,” she chuckles, giving another firm smack, “What sweet, lovely moans you make toy.”
After one of those moans it replies, “This one has had a lot of practice. It can be silent too, some customers like that.”
“No, no,” she says with a gentle butt smack with each no, “I prefer the moans, even if they are muffled.”
“Yes Mistress,” it says, wiggling its rump.
“Toy, toy, toy,” she says, placing the paddle on the toy’s upper back, “You just can’t do that.”
“Doing what?” it asks, lowering its ears, while tilting its head to the side.
“Wiggling your ass like that. It’s just so hypnotic.”
“Oh, this one can barely help it, its just something it does. Like its being commanded from a higher power that just makes it wiggle its butt all the time,” it says with an affirmative nod, “Much like its nodding.”
She snickers, kneeling before the toy, giving its butt a firm squeeze, “Now, now toy. The only way to make it up is if I get a piece of it,” she chirps, kneading the toy’s sleek rubber butt.
“But it’s rather attached to this one, hard to get a piece.”
“That’s fine, that means I’ll take the whole thing,” she chirps, gently grinding her length against the toy’s sex, shuddering when the clit hood licks back against her cock, “Oh my, I forgot you had that there.”
“This one hopes you don’t mind,” it says, the clit hood licking the cock head as it gives a sly grin.
“Not at all sweet fuck thing,” she replies, moaning softly, gliding her fingers across the toy’s sides, pressing her pecker against the toy’s warm vent, loving how the toy’s clit hood coils around her length, guiding it toward its hole, “Keep up the good work.”
The toy squirms a bit, pressing up against the bird as her latex clad breasts press against the toy’s back, pinning the paddle between them as Saki pulls the magic wand out between them, gently rubbing her breasts with the vibrating end and along the toy’s back. It murrs happily, “With pleasure Mistress, it aims to please,” the toy’s tail partially coils around her as it pushes up against each of the bird’s thrusts.
“You are doing such a lovely job toy, are you sure…” she chirps as he wraps her arms around the toy, gently running the wand against the toy’s breasts, teasing one nipple and then the other as she then squeezes and massages the breast, feeling its heft within her grasp, the vibrations through the wand, “I can’t make sweet, lovely toys with you?”
“Toys-4-U toy making is a company secret, this one is afraid to say. It didn’t mean to disappoint,” it says, its clit hood squeezing the length as its sex gently milks the cock tip.
She laughs thrusting into the toy with a firm thrust, moaning softly before she responds, “No, I mean the way us users would,” she says with a coy wink.
The toy milks the length, thrusting back as its clit hood reaches back to gently “lick” the clit hood, adding to the pleasuring delights as it tugs and pulls on the bondage, giving the real trapped feel and look to the Mistress above it, “Oh no, that is certainly not something it nor any toy can do. But we do have models that simulate the gestation periods post coitus if you want to purchase such a toy with said options.”
She huffs, “What a shame,” she states, thrusting hard into the toy, as to alleviate her frustration and disappointment.
It moans, arching its back, “It apologizes for the inconvenience,” it replies as it thrusts against her, accepting the avian dick deep within its body again and against. The thrusting grows faster and more primal.
Saki is drawn into the delight, pounding away with ever growing delight, moving the wand to gently run across the toy’s belly. She feels the vibrations travel through the toy’s body and into her needy pecker. Closer and closer she gets till the wand is right over the sex and she toys with the two of them as she knocks the wand up a few notches.
The two moan in the choir of passion, cultivated in the garden of rubber and love making, coming to bloom as Saki sings above as she hits her climax, unleashing her load right into the toy’s tight, cyan squeaky sex.
Instincts take over, feathers rise, hips gyrate and thrust hard into the toy’s milking hole, the clit hood coiling around the base of her length to milk and give that one last tantalizing tight squeeze around her cock to make sure her climax lasts as long as possible, making that sweet burst of pleasure last longer, burn hotter, and to have every drop of her essence milked right out of her. She pants happily, the wand slipping from her fingers as she holds the toy in a tight embrace, taking several moments to regain her composure, her breath, her senses… simply everything.
The warm afterglow that follows is just as wonderful, the toy’s milking sex around her semi-soften length, soon beginning to harden again under the stimulation and her desire to not wanting to let his end… not yet. The opportunity to enjoy the toy is too great to let it go in just one hot moment. She rubs herself against the toy, holding it close as it supports her, “I love the feel of your rubber against me. The kind of latex your company produces is top notch. You really take us birds in mind when you make it.’
The toy presses up against her, holding her close with its tail, “We try our best. We have a somewhat new model of rubber birds if you are interested. It’s been a rather sensual item for avians and non-avians alike. It has been designed for and tested by birds just like yourself, and we have a liquid latex model to have it really wrap around and bring you into the delight. Our newest variants can even do it with your clothes on! How wonderful is that?!” the toy teases, “Ah… this one can feel you throb in delight at its words. It is on the right track. Let’s keep pushing so it can know for certain.”
“Oh, that sounds absolutely divine, but you have gotten me curious,” she chirps, pressing herself up against the toy, keeping herself deeply lodged within its wonderful warm wet folds, “How can it work with me keeping my clothes on? You mean it goes over my attire?”
The toy grins, “Oh no, it’s about the liquid latex that rolls over your body, slides under your clothes to form a very fun pre-set design with some malleability built in… To craft the wonderful rubber bird suits. From what it knows you’ve been watching our advertisements, have you seen the one of the rubber bird drone suit?” it asks with a soft murr. The toy feels the cock throb and harden with certain words and phrases, liquid latex, bird, rubber, drone. No matter what Saki might say, the body doesn’t lie.
“Liquid latex you say?” she chirps, pondering it. The slightly cooled mood now quickly beginning to heat up. The aphrodisiacs assist in the quickening heated flames within her, her member reaching full erection, her sex burning, wanting more, begging for more, wishing that it was filled by someone or something, begging to be played with.
“That this one did…. Say to finish up its apology, why doesn’t this one get one of the models and have you try it out? Free of charge, a nice little trail-run to see if you really like it. No purchase required, no follow up obligations, nothing to sign. Just pure unadulterated fun. Though this one is not sure why it would be called unadulterated when the fun we’re having is very adult indeed,” it says with an affirmative nod.
She chuckles, “Please toy, don’t make laugh so hard,” she says, leaning against the toy, resting her head on the toy’s back, enjoying the sound of wind flowing through its lungs, a lovely soothing sound.
“Sorry, this one didn’t mean to.”
“It’s fine,” She chirps, gently caressing the toy’s breasts, loving the feel of the latex compressing against her hands, “But I think that is a wonderful idea.”
“How wonderful,” the toy says, swaying its hips, making the bird above it moan, “But it would mean it will need to get out from under you and unhooked from the floor. It has to go grab one of the rubber bird drone hoods and bring it back here,” the toy explains, feeling a gentle thrust come from Saki at the toy’s words, “This is certain what to do next.”
“Hmm, that’s fine, just give me another moment to enjoy this moment. After care is important to me,” she says nuzzling against the toy’s back.
“Of course, Mistress, this one is here to be of service.”
“That you are,” she chirps, simply enjoying the moment over the larger toy than herself, loving the feel and moment, as she just sinks into the bliss before she slowly pulls out of the toy, shuddering and moaning in tandem with the fuck object below her.
The sergal’s clit hood licking her cock clean one last time before sealing its sex as it patiently waits for the avian to free it from its confines. The toy slips onto its feet with a loud squeak, picking up the wand and catching the paddle as it falls off its back. It turns the wand off. “Don’t want to waste batteries now,” it says, handing the toys to her, “It’ll be back in just a few moments. Please peruse around here and if there is anything that strikes your fancy, please pull it from the wall and lay it off to the side so we can use it for what comes next,” it says with a playful wink and rump wiggle.
“How delightful, I’ll be sure to peruse around to see what strikes my fancy.”
“After what this one has seen from you, it knows you like to strike your fancy,” it says with a nod.
She tilts her head to the side, a moment later getting the unintended joke, chuckling as the toy exits the room, after grabbing a towel to clean up any obvious mess from its muzzle and nether regions.
“It’ll be back as soon as it can, just stay here till then,” it replies, skedaddling away.
After taking a moment to collect herself she goes back to her wall of things, finding a nice plug and ball gag, along with a blind fold, “These will be fun. It’s going to be so much fun to use these,” she chirps, laying the items onto the bondage table. She returns, looking around for anything else, “Oh close pins, those can be fun,” she giggles, grabbing a few of those as her cock throbs in delight, sex quivers in need. She chirps, tail feathers swaying, tail hiked a bit as she gets into the mood of what else she could get away with when she catches a set of a dozen chastity devices, “Oh my…” she trills, running her fingers across them, pondering how she could use them when the door opens.
“This one is back!” it exclaims, grinning as Saki jumps from the shock and quickly turn surround, “Oh, how very interesting, this one didn’t know she had an interest in that too,” it thinks, eyeing the items on the table.
“Welcome back.”
“Sorry, did this one startle you?” it asks, closing and locking the door behind it.
“A little bit it’s fine,” she admits, looking the black rubber avian gas mask in the toy’s hand switch dark blue breathing tubes that are attached to a black rubber backpack, images of what happened in the advertisement flood her mind as she gets hit with a realization, “You have a dick?!”
K-2003 giggles, “This one runs an adult toy store. It has a lot of dicks.”
“No, no, I mean you have a dick yourself, like I do,” she states, giving a domineering proud pose, puffing out her feathers.
“Oh, this one’s hidden dick. It has it, it pulls it out when needed. Perhaps it will be needed today?” it says with a playful wink, “Maybe not, we’ll just have to wait and see,” it murrs, the toy breaking the seal on its sex once again.
“As your Mistress, shouldn’t I be able to command you to take out your dick?” she asks with a domineering chirp.
“Well… that was only for a short window this one took orders. It did leave the room after all, but fret not lovely Mistress, this one is far not done with you. Please, enjoy one of our newer products, the rubber bird drone hood. All you need to do is put it on, and it and the hood will do the rest. No need to even remove your clothes! Yes, disappointing notion to some, but fun when you want to wear your same dazzling attire while looking like a sexy rubber bird, wouldn’t you say?... Well, you would say after this one finishes speaking it supposes, so before that you wouldn’t have said it… that does make sense it thinks,” the toy mutters, rubbing its chin.
She reaches out with grabbing hands, “Enough chirping more handing over,” she says with eagerness.
“Of course, this one apologies,” it replies, as it gives the mask to her, “This one is sure you’ll love it. It has so much planned to ensure you never forget your experience here at Toys-4-U.”
“Well… I do like the sound of that,” she chirps, looking inside to see a ruby red latex interior, “I just slip this on and that’s it?”
“This one has the hood set up to respond to its command. Make sure the backpack is resting against your back and the hood will do the rest. It’ll be very fun to see how it will integrate that and the rest together,” it says with a rump wiggle, hiking its butt up, pushing its breasts out.
“What do you mean?’
“This one was giving assurances from X-2953 that it should work, but it has been too busy to check itself, so now is a good as of a time as any! Of course, if it didn’t work, it would have surely heard of complaints by now,” it says, rubbing its chin.
“Well, if this hurts my outfit in any way I want compensation.”
“Of course, this one will make sure of it,” it says.
Saki rests the backpack of the hood on her back, her fingers caress the sleek hard rubber exterior as the red latex inside feels so inviting. She can sense the draw of it as her nostrils flare, the anticipation is simply palatable as she licks her beak, “I wouldn’t have imagined such a wonderful turn of events to happen so quickly,” she thinks, her fingers drumming across the hood as she takes one deep breath and slips the hood on.
The sound of latex fills her ears as the latex slides and caresses her head, the aroma of latex grows thicker in the air as she pushes the hood down, her world tinted by red glass visors. Her mouth is pushed open by a built-in dildo that fills her mouth. She happily suckles on it as her beak fits fairly snuggling into the hood. She takes a deep breath, the latex contracting around her head, then steadily releases the soft clicks of the filters, the air rushing in and out of the tubes. The weight of the rubber around her head was lighter than she expected but also fairly heavy. She gently rubs her fingers across the hood, wanting to look at herself in a mirror, but the toy stands before her, its glowing eyes stand out through the glass.
“Are you ready for the real fun?” it murrs, reaching out to gently hold the bird’s head.
Saki grabs the toy’s hands, not wanting it let go, the desire to stare right into the toy’s loving caring, domineering eyes… “Was the toy this domineering before?” she wondered, her heart fluttering in delight as her toes curl, “Y-yes, I am,” she chirps, her words muffled by the tube.
K-2003’s ears twitch as it hears her loud and clear, “Rubber Drone Hood, three. Command Activate, User, K-2003. Privileges, everyone but current wearer, set time, three hours with active clothing wear.”
Saki hears a monotone computerized voice from within the hood, “Command accepted. Setting wearer lockout three hours. Initiating drone suiting, clothing option active.”
“W-wha…” chirps Saki as the hood tightens around her head, locking under her chin and neck, as any air trapped between her head and the hood is rushed out through the filters, forming a skintight fit, while leaving her breathing unhindered. She lets out a muffled chirp, her tongue coiling around the phallic gag with ever growing need, desire, understanding how the toy’s tongue was so eager to caress her own length, which only made her grow ever more needy.
The sergal holds her head, keeping its gaze locked onto those red glass eyes, “Relax, this one has it all under control, sweet songbird. You’ll be chirping a squeaky tune very soon,” it says, leaning in to give the bird a lovely kiss, its tongue slithering down into the fuck hole, coating it with its arousing salvia.
With a passionate moan she leans into the kiss, wanting to reach up and grab the toy’s breasts, yet the tightening feel of the hood around her head, the shiver of something warm yet cooling sliding across her neck draws her attention to the hood. Latex oozes from the hood, rolling down her body like a chocolate fountain, some streaks and reaches ahead of the pack, slithering down her neck, between the valley of her breasts, filling and spreading across each feather as her form is squeezed ever so slightly.
A tingle runs down her naked back side, the rubber running down her spine ahead of the rest as a wave of rubber caresses down her shoulders, along her arms, the gravity defying feeling as she reaches up to hold the toy’s hands, to share in the embrace as she sees the black latex slide up her arms, hiding her blue feathers away under the ebony shine.
Her fingers twitch as the rubber caresses along her arms and palms. It’s like a liquid lover wanting to feel and touch every inch of her body, to share in an embrace that none other could ever achieve. An all-encompassing warm hug, that feels wet and dry at the same time. Her mind tries to grasp the dichotomy between the two sensations that swirl in the lustful concoction of her mind. The rubber caresses and coils around her fingers, finding no trouble to wrap around her digits with a fit-perfect glove, moving along the sergal toy’s rubber without issue.
The sound of squeaking latex increases as the toy grips her hands, running its thumb along the palm of the bird’s hand, as she responds by gripping tightly the toy’s caressing touch. It breaks the kiss, while holding onto Saki’s hands, keeping that slight but noticeable control over the moment, “Please, enjoy the transition. This one has been told that it is absolutely wonderful,” it says, swaying its hips slowly, steadily, like the beating heart of an Olympic swimmer.
In this moment Saki is swimming in delight. She looks as the latex continues to funnel itself through her breast crevice, coiling down and around her breasts, cupping them, while slithering between her tight form fitting attire and the ever expanding suit. She images this is what water feels within a rubber balloon, the latex squeezing around every inch of her mounds, shaped by her breasts yet also being shaped by the latex, holding them up, massaging them with a tender loving squeeze, adding to the pressure around them. Her perky nipples are protected yet teases by the gentle squeeze, which is enhanced by her own clothes that now must adjust to the layer of rubber wrapping around her.
She shivers, feeling the latex slide between her clothes and along her belly. The same wet feeling, yet so warm, like a soothing shower. Her feathers shift and rise, only to be pushed, encased, and held protectively by the latex as it moves down her sides, caressing her like fingers of a lover, holding her close, ready to dance the dance of love. The sensual embrace was more than she could have ever expected as it slides along the small of her back, around her hips, down along her butt, giving the same caressing support as an eager lover, wanting to feel her delightful body, and enjoy it for everything that she is.
The leading strands of latex slide between the crevice of her crotch and legs, coiling around her legs, like a rubber harness before its consumed by the rolling rubber. She feels the suit’s touch reach her sensitive length as it hangs out in the air, just inches away from the teasing toy’s clit hood that manages to give a little lick along the underside of her member, leading the rubber that moves up her cock, slipping onto her length like a reverse condom. The movement of the toy’s sex and the latex, makes it look like the toy is guiding the rubber around her pink flesh, coating it into the black shiny rubber, encasing the toy’s arousing juices along with her member, which will only increase the intensity of her throbbing aching needy of endless pleasures and delights.
Another chirp, another moan, the rubber slips into her male slit, completing a base of rubber that fills her out there, only to be filled out more when the latex reaches out and slides into her needy vent. Dozens of rubber tendrils coil around her sex, assaulting her needy hole from all directions. They slither and combine within her vent, kept open by the rubber, and then a deep rubber fuck hole tube forms from the swirling rubber within her sex, to create a swirling rubbed fuck hole for his and her pleasure respectfully. She clenches onto the protrusion as, feeling the ribbed insides for herself just as the same happens for her tight rear.
She bucks forward, pre-cum leaking from her cock tip, and to her surprise out of her rubber clad length. She feels the rubber has pushed slightly into her cumslit, to make the perfect opening to give her full use of her natural abilities.
She grunts as her prostate is teased, pleased and squeezed by the rubber pushing itself inside and making the third and final fuck hole for the devilishly sexy latex clad rubber bird. Yet as her tender pleasure holes are being crafted the latex continues to trail down her legs, slipping under her stockings and boots, following her thighs, rubbing, caressing, massaging them, before ending in a tight loving squeeze that supports and entices her senses.
She feels as if each feather is being taken care, of, so that they a part herself are taken care of, petted, but then the sensitive skin they protect is also getting the loving touch that few could ever achieve or be trusted enough to do the job right. Yet here, right now every bit of her is taken care of with the most sincere and careful way that just makes her melt in delight.
“Yes, yes,” she cries out as her feet are the last to be taken by the suit, encompassing every inch of her body, leaving her nothing but a pure latex covered rubber bird, the air filters flooding her lungs with the air she needs, along with the delightful aromas that continues to get her heart pumping. She looks over her body, noticing her clothing is where she’s left it, and she wants to reach down and feel the new person before her, yet the toy’s loving grasp keeps her from doing so.
“Does the rubber songbird want to see herself?”
“Yes,” She moans, looking up into the toy’s glowing eyes.
“Then what does a good rubber bird say when she wants something?” the toy teases, holding onto her hands, keeping them there.
“Please?” she chirps, feeling her cock throb as deep down she knows what is happening, the excitement, the anticipation, the power, strength, yet loving grasp of the toy’s hands and then its eyes… those lovely cyan glowing eyes, they told her everything she needed to know.
“Please what?” the toy asks with a teasing grin.
“Please Mistress, let me see what I look like,” she chirps through the muffled fuck hole. Her heart beats faster, unsure if those were the right words to say. Part of her hopes it’s not, wanting to hold onto the power dynamic, yet another part of her…
“Close, just a little bit more. This one is just a simple toy, so it can’t be just a simple Mistress now.”
Her suspicions were answered, and the reversal of roles only made her love the moment all the more. Revealing to herself just how she loved holding onto the power between herself and a sub, but the opportunity to be taken care of, cared for, to have the power stripped from her while she’s in such an exquisite position with such a lovely partner, was too much for her not to allow herself sink into, “Please Toy Mistress? May I see myself in all my lovely glory?” she chirps, not caring how muffled her words are, expressing what a submissive state she’s in, informing all who could hear her that she’s so vulnerable and willing to be so to another.
The toy releases Saki’s hands, slipping its rubber finger into its mouth, suckling on it, two knuckles deep, softly moaning as it pumps its digit into its mouth before pulling it out with a pop, as if the toy was taking a moment to think of the request. Then it slips its wet digit into Saki’s mouth where she hungrily attempts to suckle it, fighting against the phallic gag in her beak, “This one supposes you may. It does love to make sure you can get a clear view of your position,” The toy, keeps its finger in the bird’s beak, curling it to hook in and guide her to another part of the room where there’s a X bondage rack set up at a sixty-degree angle and across from it is a full bodied mirror.
Like a fish on a hook, she’s pulled along, the toy slinking behind her to give a full view of her rubber clad form. Not a hint of blue to be seen under the lovely black rubber and dazzling ruby red fuck holes and matching glass eyes that look fierce, intimidating, but yet seemingly one of many, like a drone, meant to serve another and she feels in this moment that other is worse than a drone, it’s a simple fuck toy. An object is in control, pushing her to the lowest of the low in the most lustful mind melting of ways.
“If this one says so itself, which it does, you look lovely but…” the toy says, placing its breasts on top of Saki’s head, causing a long drawn-out squeak, revealing just how much larger the toy is than her.
Saki barely took notice of the size difference till now, and the toy’s hands caressing her body. She is torn between looking over every inch of herself, touching herself, following the toy’s hands, but in the end it’s the last option, as the toy caresses her sides, till it touches her throbbing aching length.
“This one thinks this needs to change up. Change cock color to Ruby Red.”
Within the rubber bird mask, Saki hears, *“Affirmative.” * Then there’s a tingle around her length, a little bit of a vibration as the color shifts from shiny black to a dazzling red.
“There we go,” the toy says, swaying its hips side to side, “Does the lovely bird approve?” it asks with a devilish grin.
With a passionate deep moan, “I do,” she responds, resuming to suckle onto the plug, squeezing the other two fuck holes. She caresses her rubber sides, shuddering at the smoothness, the rubber grip, the vibrations caused by each rub and the pull across her form, connecting her body further. She traces finger across her sex fuck hole, about to slip a finger in and embrace the moment when the sergal gently grips her breasts, giving them a fondling squeeze, pulling her back away from the mirror.
“That is wonderful, but did this one tell you, you could touch yourself?
“You did, earlier.”
“Oh, right, this one did…” it giggles, “Good catch, some don’t,” it says with a wink as it pulls her toward the bondage rack, “This one thinks then you need a good reward for being such an observant rubber bird,” it says, turning around and picking her up with surprising ease and placing her onto the red cushioned rack, “This one hopes that you are ready for it.”
She’s taken back by how adeptly the toy picks her up, like she’s as light as a feather. The toy’s strength hidden from her till this very moment, making those past events all the more wild in her mind, while adding another layer of delight to the devil fruit cake she’s consuming, “Yes Toy Mistress, I am,” she moans as she sinks into the red cushioned rack, her feet propped up by stands as she lets the toy shackle her wrists to the rack without a fight. Left arm, right, right ankle, left. The toy pulls away, standing beside her as it gently rubs her body, letting her see the predicament before her as it becomes clear to her now just why the mirror was positioned where it was.
“How about we grab some of the items you picked up? This one is sure they will strike your fancy, after all you selected them,” it says with a devious grin, wiggling its rump as it scampers off to the other side of the room, swaying its hips in a sensual way.
Saki watches the toy’s hypnotically swaying rump, while keeping one eye on herself. She can’t believe she’s looking at herself. No one would know if she’s really a person underneath it. The dehumanizing nature of it. To be taken down for so long. She Saki, a domineering bird of pain and pleasure, the dominatrix of the avian kind, now made into an avian drone of lust and pleasure. The only word that could best describe this is… nothing. There are no words. No single thought that could properly explain the complex emotions, the physical, the mental, the spiritual. Bound here, she is set free to let herself sink.
She’s lost in the moment, tugging and pulling on the constraints, testing the strength of her bonds, growing all the more eager realizing just how strong they are. Her heart flutters in delight, her cock throbs, dribbling pre-cum which slowly runs down along the underside of her length, slowly making its way to her hot dripping wet sex where the fluids will mix and slowly run down the center of the bondage rack.
“Oh, this one’s goodness, you are so very needy at this moment. It is so pleased that you are enjoying yourself so much,” says K-2003 as it comes back with the marble-colored butt plug and blind fold in hand, “Are you ready?”
She lets out a moanful chirp, “I…” she shivers as her cock twitches, sex clenching as he could imagine which hole that will be stuffed in. Each step closer the toy takes the higher her excitement, the anticipation building in the air, the blind fold is draped on one of her breathing tubes.
“Which shall this one do first. Let you see yourself be filled by it? Or make you focus on every…” the toy runs its claws along her chest, “Touch, sensation, focus on what is right before you.”
“Please… I want to see you toy. Feel you… enjoy you for a moment longer,” she chirps.
“Is that so?” the toy inquires, squeezing one of her breasts, gently fondling it as it takes the plug and gently runs it across her throbbing length, getting the tip covered in her own dripping pre-cum, tracing along the river formed by her throbbing pleasure pillar all the way down toward her sex, where the toy gives a little push inside, spreading her lips further, coating the top of the toy in her own essence.
She gasps, her sex trying to milk the plug, making it squeak loudly from the rubber clad insides. She grinds herself against the toy as the toy pumps the plug into her sex again and again, threatening to push it in deep to lock it away, “Yes, yes. Please, I…” she tries to formulate the words as the toy continues to pump her sex. The toy’s breasts press down onto top of hers as it rubs its head up alongside hers, making her look into the mirror with it, as the toy gently caresses her throbbing pecker.
“Well then,” the toy says licking along the side of your face, “Since you asked so nicely, this one thinks it will do that, but it will come at a price,” it says with a fiendish grin, “Are you willing to pay…” the toy’s claws run along the cock length, “for it?”
She shudders, bucking, grinding, her body begging for more that anything else seems unnecessary, “Yes, yes, I will,” she chirps.
“How wonderful,” the toy says, giving her length a few pumps, pulling the toy away from her aching sex, “This one wanted to return the favor. Do onto others as you will have done onto yourself. And this one is more than happy to return the favor of what you have done onto this one, with its own spin,” it giggles, moving the plug over to the bird’s needy perk rump, “Breath nice and slow for this one.”
“Yes, Toy Mistress,” she chirps, trying to relax her body, gasping, as the toy is pushed against her perk rear, pushing into her hole, spreading it wide with a squeak. She clenches a bit and then relaxes, fighting against her own anticipation, her body’s reaction to tense up, knowing what is going to come next.
“On three. One…” the toy pushes the plug in a little bit then pulls it back, letting Saki squeeze the toy back, “Two… relax lovely songbird, you’ll be singing soon enough, you got this,” the toy churrs, gripping the bird’s length, giving it a pump, gently rubbing the cock head with its thumb, before pushing a claw tip into the rubber cum slit as it whispers where the bird’s ear will be, “Three.”
Saki couldn’t help herself but trill loudly, her rear spread so quickly, firmly, as the toy is popped right into her needy rear, smooshing her prostate gland, making her pre-cum flow more freely, only to be blocked by the toy’s devilish claw, pushing back against it, making her feel full in new exotic and erotic ways.
“Breath Saki, breath. Take it all in… that’s it… just like that,” the toy says, gently rubbing the base of the plug, making sure it’s as deep as it can get within the sweet bird’s rear, caressing it.
The avain’s rear clenches hard onto the toy, feeling her rear throb and the plug move with each lovely ache. Slowly the pleasure pain subsides and she’s able to focus back on the toy, who’s claw was removed from her cock, letting her juices flow freely from it, like a river, as her sex slowly drizzles her own need.
“Such a good rubber bird. We’re now going to have a hooting good time, but this one needs to get itself ready to return the favor and give your poor female sex some attention.”
Between the needy moans and pants, she manages to reply, “I’m not an owl…”
“But this one will be making you howl in delight soon,” it giggles, the toy digging its fingers into its sex with a soft moan.
Saki would question what kind of existence she’s in to have a toy like this, but her reality is being shattered by each of the toy’s tantalizing movements. The torture, pleasure she feels from every bit of her body being teased, and the sexual display before her as the toy sinks its fingers deep into its sex, only to suddenly pull out a cyan sergal dick, that’s dripping in female juices. It’s lubricated, throbbing and ready to go. She can’t help but clench on the idea of how that length will be used on her, while her cock throbs in excitement.
“It looks like someone is happy to see this one’s length,” it murrs, gently caressing Saki’s length, coating it in its arousing cyan fluids, bringing its length up against hers in a nice size comparison, seeing they are rather comparable in length and girth. The toy’s cock rubs against her own, the toy gently rubbing the two lengths together as it frots for a moment, gently grinding together as it moans, “How does that feel?”
“Wonderful,” she manages to say as she leans back against the bondage rack, letting her shackles support her as she quivers in delight, pushing herself up against the toy, wanting to be shown her place, to let this object take command of her… at least for a little while.
“That is music to this one’s ears songbird, and you’ll be singing more, won’t you?” it asks, releasing their lengths, giving the bird’s breasts a tender squeeze while its length slithers down to her hot needy sex. The toy’s member throbs as it rubs its cock head along the needy forced open vent, feeling her warmth, and burning desire to be filled.
“I’ll sing all you want Toy Mistress,” she chirps, as she tries to force herself down onto the toy’s length, but it’s pulled away, constantly kept close but just out of reach. Another squeeze of her breasts, another moan, she pulls at her constraints, wanting to touch the toy, to embrace it, to be ridden by it, yet she’s kept on the edge, shown she’s unable to do a damn thing about it, and it’s all up to the sex object before her to use her like one.
“That’s a good songbird, now tell this one how much you want this one.”
“More than it could describe Toy Mistress.’
“How much you…” it caresses her breasts leaning in to give her a deep passionate kiss, letting the bird moan into its mouth before slowly pulling away, licking her rubber fuck hole, “Need this one.”
“More than the air I breathe.”
“Good songbird,” it says, leaning in close, pressing its breasts against her, keeping to bird’s vision clear so it may look into the mirror.
Saki pants, forced to look past the toy, at herself, held there, bound there, unable to move, at the mercy of the toy. Unable to see the cock that now rubs against her sex, the toy’s hot breath blowing across the hood as she takes deep breathes through her filters while suckling harder on that ruby red fuck hole plugged mouth. The toy licks across where her ear hole would be as she shudders, “Fuck me… please fuck me now.”
“Now… beg this one to give you what you want… what you need.”
She arches her back, pressing up against the toy, trying to use what little control she has to add to the moment, and like a puppet she responds, “Please Toy Mistress. Take me. Use me. Have me. I need you inside of me more than I could ever have known.”
“And what will you give this one in return for such paradise pleasures?”
“Anything you wish.”
The toy squeaks against her body, leaning in even closer, whispering, “We have a deal,” the toy murrs, sliding its length into her body, thrusting all the way up to the hilt, the toys clit hood reaching up to give the avian’s cock a bit of a tease as it starts to pound into her.
Her moans grow lighter, more delighted, feminine as she is taken again and again. Her limbs twitch from the pleasure, unable to control her body as her toes curl, hands bunch up into fists as she is left like a flopping fish on the dock. She’s hooked by the toy’s charm, movements, tis body as she is pumped by the toy’s dripping pre-seed. And like any bird, she loves seed.
Their bodies grind against one another as the toy steadily speeds up the pace, pounding faster, faster, going deeper and deeper. Each smack sends vibrations of joy deep within Saki’s body as she milks the toy’s rod, wanting that next thrust. The anticipation is as good as the reality as the flames within her loins are stoked. Her cock meanwhile is grinding against her and the toy’s body, getting its due pleasure, but the clear and main focus is her feminine sex.
The toy caresses her sides, keeping it loving, caring, yet domineering over the bird’s body. The toy uses every squeeze of the bird’s sex to judge just how close she was to popping. It speeds up only to slow down, alternating the rhythm and strength of each thrust as their bodies rock against one another. It moans into the bird’s ear, “What lovely music you make songbird,” it says, squeaking loudly, massaging and squeezing the bird’s rump, reaching down to gently caress the plug, making sure that Saki doesn’t forget just how fully stuffed she is, like a Thanksgiving turkey dinner.
Grinding, squeezing, milking, the pleasure rushing through her feels so much, too much, yet at the same time not enough. She wants to hit her climax. She’s signed away everything to the toy, giving herself to the toy’s good graces, its control, its power. She’s in the cage of her own making. She wanted this even if she had no idea, she wanted it till it happened. To get what she gives so many times before and yet she’s being tortured. That climax is on the cusp then yanked away. Her body screams at her to let it happen. Her length sliding back and forth between them, helped along by the toy’s clit hood. Every bit of her is being teased in some way, giving attention that only a toy with such experience could provide and she just wanted to scream out how much she wants more. She couldn’t wait to get to the end, yet she didn’t want it to ever end.
K-2003 works her over, pumping into her, spurting more of the arousal pre-cum with the same strength and prowess as its female juices. The toy adjusting each thrust to make it a little different than the one before, “That’s it, you are doing great,” it encourages.
The toy’s words are venomous honey. So sweet yet poisonous to her mind as it only lures her into a deeper state of lust and wanton feral nature to have her brains bread out, which isn’t far from the truth. She could barely think in these passionate moments. It’s all down to instinct. Only the fact she couldn’t move enables her to focus and keep some kernel of semblance of thought that is purely dedicated to the pleasure at hand and then… it hits her. She looks at the toy, staring into its cyan gaze, understanding what the toy is trying to really get out of her… real submission in this moment.
“Please… let me cum. Let me feel your essence inside of me Toy Mistress.”
The toy murrs leaning in close, “This one thought you’d never ask,” as it moves in to give her a deep passionate kiss, thrusting its tongue into her maw as it then quickens its thrusts to bring her to climax like it was so easy that it could have done it at any time.
The thought that the toy could have done it so easily only makes her climax even harder. Her female sex surges forth as the toy’s seed floods into her folds. They clench hard onto the toy’s length, milking it for all its worth as she gushes out her own juices. Her eyes roll back into the back of her head as she’s blinded by the moment. The toy continues to thrust into her, she wants to grab it, hold it. She tugs on the constraints unable to have it click that she can’t do anything about her position as she is made to enjoy the moment for all its worth. Slowly, steadily she will come down from the climax her senses returning to her as her cock still throbs, now wanting the attention it desires after seeing how much fun her opposite sex had.
The toy keeps itself within its user, giving a few gentle thrusts, making the bird moan in delight while caressing her body, slowly breaking the kiss, licking her open fuck hole mouth as it lets the avian enjoy her well-deserved afterglow, “Such a good songbird, now…” the toy says, after waiting a few moments longer, slowly pulling its length out of her sex, loving how the bird tries so hard to keep it within her, “Are you ready for the payment for the slice of heaven this one gave you?”
Saki nods, slumping into the bondage rack, so happy that it’s keeping her there, otherwise, she’ll be on the floor, “I’m ready Toy Mistress. Whatever payment for what you gave will be well worth it and thank you so much for this…”
“Oh, don’t thank this till its done,” it says with a teasing wink, the toy taking a moment to push its length back into its sex, coating its fingers own juices before it slips them into Saki’s beak to suck them clean, “Good songbird, clean them good,” it murrs as it grabs the blind fold, casually laying it over its own shoulder as it gently taps Saki’s cock, “Toy Mistress command, lock cock appendage.”
“Command received, locking,” says the rubber bird hood.
Saki shivers as she feels rings form around her length, starting at the base, and working their way up, making her member become ribbed for pleasure. Each ring was right next to each other, but it had an end result of encasing her needy member in a rubbed cock cage that makes her appendage look nothing more than a strap-on toy for others' pleasure.
“Do you feel this?” the toy asks, giving the new red rubber length a few good pumps.
“Barely anything Toy Mistress,” she chirps, her cumslit is closed, locking in her male juices as she feels only a faint amount of teasing pleasure from the toy’s rubbing grip. She bucks up against the toy’s grip, trying to edge out a bit of pleasure out of her extremely needy cock.
“Good, good. It’ll make a nice toy for its friend to play with.”
“Friend?”
The toy giggles, “Ah yes, this one wants to share you with two friends of its. Fret not, it thinks you’ll find them both fun and enjoyable little songbird, you’ll be singing for both of them in no time.”
“Who are they?” She asks nervously.
“You’ve met them,” the toy says as it whips the blind fold around Saki’s head, tying it in place, “But why ruin the surprise which one you’ll get first, or perhaps maybe both? What excitement this will be,” The toy says, tightening it into place.
Saki moans as he’s delved into darkness, her body already craving the new pleasure as she is forced to reach out and feel what’s left of her afterglow before it's washed away under the new level of anticipation of what is going to happen next. But one thing is for certain… she is going to make one hell of a songbird for the toy’s friends, for if they are half as good as she is, she’s in for a real treat.