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'You really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' Kayla asked, turning her head from where she stood before the full length mirror that dominated one side of the room.

If the striking vixen in the loose red silk robe heard the question from where she stood across the boudoir she showed no sign of it immediately, continuing to flick through the clothes in the wardrobe for a few more seconds.

'That would sort of spoil the surprise wouldn't it?' That statement was directed at the naked snow leopard behind her even if she didn't turn her head to face her. 'But I promise you will like it. It's the perfect place for you.'

Kayla nodded softly, knowing just what she meant by you, fighting down the shiver of desire. Pet wasn't all she was to her mistress but on nights like this is was certainly the part she focused on the most. They might have only been together for a few months but she had opened her eyes to a side of submitting to someone she had never dreamed could have existed. In someways she was already in deeper than she had ever planned to be, having made the leap from one off submissive to pet, lover, friend and confidant in what felt like one huge leap. Did she regret it? Not in the slightest. Especially when she could have just been a commodity to her. Herms were rare and once highly prized in times past. And while times had changed, some of that stigma still remained as some saw them as a trophy to be bedded. But she had never treated her as anything, anyone, other than Kayla.

Did that mean she wasn't nervous. Of course she was. Her mistress might not have told her straight, but she had been dropping little hints along the way. Like that it was going to be a public place. That alone was enough to give her pause. She trusted her mistress but the thought of doing what they did with others around was undeniably scary. And yet exciting in equal measure.

'Now. I do have one extra rule tonight.' Samantha said firmly. 'No safe word. Tonight your limits are completely in my paws. I can promise you will have one of the most intense experiences you will ever have but for you there is no getting out of it. Tonight, what I say goes. No ifs, buts or maybes. Do you understand?'

'Yes Mistress.' Kayla managed to say, despite her stomach squirming and knotting.

'Good.' Samantha smiled. 'I want you to trust me tonight. No one will do anything to you that I don't want them to do. And I don't want them to do anything to you you don't want. Tonight is not about pain.'

'Yes, Mistress.' Kayla said as if that cleared everything up. It didn't but she was sure things would make sense eventually.

'Good.' Samantha repeated. 'Because I can't wait to show you off. But first, we both need to pretty ourselves up. Come on.'

Kayla was the first to slip under the shower, water running down her front, over her breasts and the bulge of her sheath they stood out over her pussy, her fur already darkened by the time Samantha joined her.

'No no. Let me do that.' Samantha tutted softly, prompting Kayla's paw to drop away from the bottle of shampoo she had been reaching for, meekly letting her mistress pick it up instead. After that all it took was a click for the shower to be filled with the cool scent of mint as Samantha popped the cap open, pouring a generous dollop into her paw which she quickly started to work into a lather on her hair. 'Tonight I want you to look perfect.'

Kayla tried not to show the twinge of annoyance that rippled through her like the ripple than ran along the fur on her neck, her hackles rising just a little. As a feline she is fastidious to a fault about keeping her fur clean. But despite her control, she must have been pouting because she suddenly felt her mistress' paws stop.

'Awww, don't pout my dear.' Samantha soothed. 'Not unless you want to end up over my knee that is.'

Kayla managed a smile, her mortified and slightly jagged feelings oddly soothed by the little joke, forcing herself to relax as her mistress went back to washing her hair, her paws working the lather deeper into her hair and scalp. She had actually started to relax into it, her mistress's paws building up a layer of suds on her shoulders that dripped down her back and over the curve of her ass. So relaxed was she that she didn't notice immediately when her mistress cupped her soapy paws over her breasts, the touch immediately beyond any attempt at cleaning her.

It was not uncommon for her mistress to enjoy teasing her breasts but this was a teasing unlike anything she felt before. Apparently not content to go slow and taking full advantage of her slippery paws Samantha rubbed her paws over the full globes under her palms easily.

Caught off guard, Kayla pursed her lips to focus a breathy gasp that bubbled up in her throat to match the pleasure that was bubbling with equal speed between her legs. She might just have been able to control that sign of how this was affecting her, but there was no controlling the way her ass suddenly pressed back against her mistress, arching her breasts urgently right into her paws.

Her faint moan still cut over the hum of the shower, her throat suddenly tight with a rush of desire. She knew the mood she was in and it sent shivers right down her spine. Her mistress wasn't to be hurried though. Not as her delicate fingers rolled over her nipples, repeating the exact same motion on either side of her chest, brushing with deliberately slow circles that already had Kayla bucking her hips.

'I..thought you wanted to get me clean.' Kayla panted, her hips thrusting forward just a little, already a little scared by how caught up in this she was.

'Silly kitten.' Samantha purred. 'Don't you know you are always my dirty little kitten. Besides, you can't tell me you want me to stop.'

Kayla had to work hard to answer that question,suddenly distracted by the way her mistress dipped her fingers between her spread legs, fighting against the shiver of desire and need that brought forth. Especially when the dip became a much much firmer touch. 'N..no, mistress.' Kayla squirmed, her lips suddenly parted as her fingers filled her sex, her tight walls contracting in pure pleasure around the fingers that pumped rhythmically into her pussy. That was all she could manage as her rapidly growing orgasm stole her voice.

'I thought not.' Samantha grinned, as if she knew exactly what she was feeling. Which she probably did. She was purposely working her into a frenzy with her fingers, not stopping the soft thrusts that had her moaning heatedly. She was just on the edge of coming when it all changed. Her fingers didn't just stop, they were yanked away and she whined, not just in need but frustrated need. Leaving her hovering right on the edge, her body tingling.

Made all the worse by the way her mistress' finger skated over the her pussy, lightly, with only the barest of touches. Teasing and toying with her, her breath catching in her throat. Just when the touch would start to grow, she would pull away, her fingers moving to pick a new area to stimulate. Samantha darted her fingers up to her clit, seeking out the hard nub nestled in her increasingly wet folds by sheer touch alone. Quickly she worked her into a feverish storm of desire, her knowing touch having her almost ready to burst.

Just when she thought she couldn't take it any more, Samantha slid one finger deep into her pussy. It was like fireworks going off in her head. She sucked in a shaky breath, her hips rolling towards that touch almost involuntarily. As heavenly as it felt, it wasn't enough. Almost as if she didn't know how she was affecting her, Samantha languidly placed a kiss on her neck.

'Mmmm, so wet already kitten. Can it be this is getting you excited from so little?'

Kayla responded with a gasp as that one finger probed deeper, a tease of the finger fucking she knew she was soon going to be getting, the mere thought of it getting her both dripping wet and fully hard.

'I'll take that as a yes.' Samantha chuckled teasingly. Then she wasted no more time with talking. She rubbed her finger softly inside her before adding another, slowly parting her lips until they were both knuckle deep, even if they didn't stay there for long.

Kayla almost screamed as those fingers started to fuck her in earnest, her mistress tugging her close so she could nibble on her neck. Her thumb found her clit. She was in pure sexual overdrive now, the soft control starting an upward spiral she knew she couldn't stop.

'If someone wants to touch you like this tonight, I might just let them.' Samantha whispered huskily. 'And I'm sure lots of people will. It might be fun to give you over to a few of them so I can watch the fun. You'd like that, wouldn't you? If I said they could tie you down and fuck you until they were spent, knowing all the while you would be begging for more like the needy slut you are. Wouldn't you?'

Kayla couldn't help imagining that, knowing she might just do it. That thought brought another heady rush of desire to her loins, the thought that she might just give her over to strangers to do with as she wished making her moan again. They had talked about it of course in the candid moments of orgasmic bliss cuddled together. And it was exciting as a fantasy. But as reality? She had to cling to how she trusted her mistress, that she would keep her safe.

She had no choice but to submit here either.

She was hyper aware of her body now as she always was when she crossed this threshold, just screaming internally for her mistress to take her, to use her as she saw fit, to make her cum in anyway she desired. Somehow she had this way of bringing out the needy, submissive slut she knew she was deep down. And while that had once scared her, now she embraced it, needed it. Just like she needed to cum. Soon she would be begging for it out loud, no matter how hard she tried to fight it.

''Do you want to cum slut?' Samantha whispered, choosing that moment to add another finger, her pussy instantly clamping down on the trio of digits that filled her completely, knowingly working them deeper as she tugged her even closer, her other paw cupping and squeezing her breast, even going so far as to pinch her nipple that made her head spin with a delirious mix of pleasure and slight pain.

Kayla was fighting to stay standing, her rushing orgasm drawing all the strength from her legs, those fingers pushing her right towards the edge and into...nothing. Suddenly she was hanging in a sexual void, balanced on an edge she couldn't cross.

'Clean yourself up and come and join me.' Samantha said evenly, her voice displaying none of the wanton lust she had shown a bare second ago. And don't even think about touching yourself.'

The five minutes it took to dry herself were thr longest Kayla could remember, each second a little movement or twitch or brush against her nipples reminded her how turned on she was, the thoughts of the evening ahead doing little to calm her down. It was for that reason that she took great care patting her pussy dry, lest she inadvertently make herself cum just from that touch. Something she was sure to smell and then she wasn't sure what she would do.

With one last look over herself in the mirror, Kayla wrapped the towel around herself and went to rejoin her mistress.

By the time she arrived, Samantha had already changed into a slinky black evening dress cut just low enough to slow a flash of cleavage, the sheer fabric so snug to her body it wouldn't be a stretch of the imagination to picture what she looked like beneath it.

Now wrapped in a towel she rejoined her mistress to see her already dressed and looking amazing in a slinky black dress cut just low enough to show the barest glimpse of cleavage yet so tight no one would be unable to imagine what she looked like without it.

'Like what you see?' Samantha asked with that knowing grin that made her cheeks flush with heat that instantly went to her pussy. 'Well, I have something special for you too.'

A pause followed until, with a flourish, Samantha pulled from the wardrobe a dress of a similar cut but in pure white, this one tailored to ride a little higher on the leg with a neck line that was daringly lower. 'I'm sure you'll look fantastic in it. Not that you will be wearing it for long. Once we get inside I'm going to parade you naked for me.

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Kayla couldn't help thinking people were staring at her as they cut by the long line of people queuing to enter the club, a queue they had cut past simply by her mistress flashing a discrete gold card at the bouncer who admitted them with a knowing grin that made Kayla blush. Or blush more since the dress was doing that well enough on its own. If she had thought her mistress dress was tight, hers was unbelievably more so. Especially around the hips and chest, the dress hugging her body like a second skin, following her every move as she walked. Still it felt like everyone could see everything of her, even her nipples straining under the thankfully thick fabric from the mixed excitement and mortification from being dressed like this in public. Made even worse by the knowledge that very soon even that limited modesty was soon going to be stripped from her.

Ahead she could see the line of furs and humans alike checking their clothes into a cloak room. Not just coats and bags either. Already a group of three mice naked as the day they were born entered through the door ahead, letting a little of the sounds of the club wash over her.

'Oh yes. Once you get inside its clothes off sweetie.' Samantha had been following her stare. 'Of course. If I want you naked sooner, then that's what is going to happen. See, I said I wanted everyone to know you are mine. And I can't think of a better way to show it than making you strip out here in front of everyone.'

Kayla was left alone with her thoughts as Samantha sauntered off, not towards the still snaking line of those waiting to enter but to a small booth on the opposite side of the room, where she quickly engaged in conversation with whoever was inside. Of course, Kayla could go with her. But her mistress hadn't given her permission to do so, which usually meant she didn't want her to move. It had been one of the first and slightly confusing rules she had learned from her mistress. That a lack of an order didn't mean she was free to do as she liked. But that didn't mean she wasn't willing to obey it. She trusted her completely. She was legally her pet after all. And counted herself lucky to do that. This city was one of the few not just to have legalised slavery but regulated it too. The taking of a slave for any reason, be that domestic, labour or sexual was subject to strict controls. And those who took an unregistered slave or took one through force or deception could face harsh penalties, even going so far as to be sold into slavery themselves. Not too an individual but too the state to serve out a term of years. Like prison but without the prisons themselves.

(She was starting to work out what kind of club this was, she saw things on the screens around her maybe or could see into some of the rooms. Something like that. She had heard rumours about clubs like this..something a roommate told her about, clubs she didn't believe existed here. It really made her wet.)

Now that she had seen the place, Kayla was really starting to wonder exactly where her mistress had brought her. She had brought her to clubs before but this felt different somehow. Her curiosity got the better of her as it always did and she decided to risk moving to look down over the balcony to the club area below, looking down at the area lit by strobing lights below. What she saw stole her breath and she didn't know where to look first. Her gaze was instantly attracted by the gorgeous mare wearing little more than a very revealing thong, gyrating around the tall pole set centre stage in a languidly fluid motion. She couldn't keep her eyes on her for long, a flurry of movement catching her eye, drawing her eyes to a demurely sweet mouse with an obviously naughty side slowly giving head to a wolf who was growling in guttural pleasure.

Her head swam, overwhelmed by what she saw. Did clubs like this really exist? She had heard of them of course, in the way you hear of Bigfoot and Colonies of Humans deep in the jungles. But actually seeing one was something else.

'First time here sweetie?'

Kayla rose her head at those words, blushing as she found herself being eyed by a cute as a button bunny yet with a wickedly devious glint in her eye, at odds with the way her nose twitched sweetly. But she read more into it and she froze. Could she smell her?

'Thought I didn't recognise you.' The Bunny sauntered a step closer. 'I'm sure I'd have remembered someone as cute as you. What's up? Cat got your tongue? A little nervous maybe? It's okay. First timers are always nervous.'

'A little.' Kayla managed to speak. 'I'm just not sure exactly what goes on here.'

'Oh, lots of things. As I'm sure you can see.' She grinned. 'Tonight is going to be something special though. But I'm sure you'll find that out for yourself. Hopefully I'll see you inside. Maybe I can even ask your mistress if I can dance with you before things get going. Later cutie.' She sauntered off, blowing her a kiss.

'Was she bothering you?' Samantha asked, lightly resting her paw on her shoulder.

'Actually, I think she was flirting with me.' Kayla replied slowly. 'I've never had anyone flirt with me before.'

'Never?' Samantha ruffled her hair teasingly, yet only that. No censorship or judgement in her voice. 'Let's hope the firsts don't end there. Come on. What do you think of it so far?'

'It's so much bigger then I expected.' Kayla replied, suddenly not sure what to say.

'Yes, it is. Part of it is a normal nightclub you see.' Samantha said as she cocked her head towards the pounding music. 'Through there you'll find a bar and dance floor. If that is what you are looking for. If you are looking for something a little more stimulating then over there is a lapdancing club with private rooms for some more sensual companionship.' She saw her grin. 'You'd like to go in there I bet. Well, sorry sweetie. It's in here we are going. But I think you'll find it beats them both. You see, this is the VIP area. And things can get very, very naughty in here. And frequently do. Tonight is going to be something special though.

'A club like this exists?' Kayla asked, voicing the question that she had previously kept to herself.

'Oh yes. It's all about connections you see.' Samantha said. 'If you know the right people, then just about anything can be arranged. And the owner knows a lot of the right people.'

'Do you know her?' Kayla asked, deciding to indulge her curiosity since mistress seemed willing to answer her questions.

'Naughty little kitty.' Samantha tutted softly. 'Sweet pets don't ask such questions. If she wants to let you know who she is, she will. Trust me on that.'

She clammed up. 'Sorry mistress.' Kayla hung her head as she clammed up.

'Don't be. You know I love your curiosity, kitty cat.' Samantha soothed. 'It's just some secrets aren't mine to share. Now, let's get inside."

'Strip.' Samantha said as they both took another step towards the doors ahead of them.

Despite the commanding tone in her mistresses' voice, Kayla still hesitated. 'But, those others are still dressed.'

'So? That's down to thier owners isn't it? And I'm yours. And I want you naked. Right now. Unless you want me to punish you.' Samantha said lightly.

That made her stomach lurch. Her mistress had never been into pain. But she did have her own unique ideas of punishment. Something she had learned the hard way. She had teased her to the edge of cumming for hours, ignoring her muffled pleas to come even as she whispered sweet things in her ear. And yet she had loved it.

Taking a deep breath, Kayla slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, letting gravity carry the sheer fabric down to pool around her feet before hastily gathering it into her arms. It was suddenly like all eyes were on her and she couldn't help blushing like mad.

'Good girl. Now, let's get inside.'

What Kayla saw as she crossed the threshold took her breath away, even through the low light. It was like a club alright with tables and couches and private booth, with a smattering of scantily clad girls working the room, each one a dot that stood out in the mass of naked furs gathered around the dancing stages or seated in the booths that lined the rear.

Everywhere she looked was about sex. Her mind was overloaded with erotic sights and sounds as her gaze was drawn to a petit puppy on the closest stage kneeling before a powerful Doberman female who took great delight in pulling her closer to burry her face between her legs. Kayla felt her pussy dampen again.

'Time for that later sweetie.' Samantha said cryptically. 'I want to show you off remember?'

Kayla certainly did, her heart starting to pound a little faster, staying close to her mistress until a voice cut across the club, one she recognised instantly.

'I was expecting to see you here tonight. If a little earlier.'

'I make my own time.' Samantha replied enigmatically, greeting the approaching Dalmatian with a tender kiss on each cheek. 'You should know that about me by now.'

'Oh, I do.' The Dalmation laughed before turning her attention to Kayla, greeting her in the same way. 'You look ravishing as usual.'

'Thank you Mistress Deliah.' Kayla said shyly, her mortification about being nude returning.

'You remember the twins.'

She certainly did. Kayla's head snapped up. She certainly did. Memories of the last time they had met rushing through her mind as the two nearly identical lionesses sauntered towards her as naked as she is.

'We missed you sweetie.' That was Amber. She recognised the lilt of her voice instantly as much as she recognised the two silver studs that decorated each ear. 'And we've been dying to see you again.'

'Can we play with her a little?' Eve asked softly, her voice softer and quieter, distinguishing her as easily as the single stud that pierced her left ear.

Kayla was just about getting used to questions being asked about her, rather than to her. It had been one of the most surprising aspects of her giving herself over to her mistress. And the most daunting. She was effectively giving up her control over what happened to her. Within her limits of course. Which still left her thinking about the unknown.

A nod from her mistress was all it took and before Kayla could really do anything one of the twins had taken her paw in hers and was already leading her forward. Not that she had a choice, following her meekly. It wasn't until she heard the wolf whistles and excited ripple of applause from the gathered furs that she realised she was being led towards one of the poles on the stage, applause that followed her with growing fervour.

Clearly they thought they were in for quite a show, a thought that made her wet and hard instantly, her cock starting to emerge from her sheath. Not as much as when Amber, being the taller of the two, pressed her back against the pole that had been her destination, grabbed her paws and oh so gently guided them upwards.

Kayla fought to keep her head from spinning. Either that was a lucky guess or her mistress had given them a few pointers. She had a real soft spot for tender but firm control, the slow build up as she was gently taken under the whim of another. Only here it was affecting her so much more than it ever had. She offered no resistance to that touch or the soft cuffs dangling from the pole that were quickly and gracefully slipped around her wrists and tightened with the irresistible snap of the clasp.

Her wrists hung limply for a second before some mechanism she couldn't see activated, the cuffs raising higher up the pole, dragging her arms with them until she was standing almost on her tiptoes, her arms stretched right that that butter zone between immobility and pain, coming down nicely on the perfect side to leave her helpless but not in any discomfort.

Feeling the eyes of the audience, not to mention the two lusty lionesses, on her body was more than enough to prompt Kayla to test the limits of her bonds. It only took one movement to discover how fiendishly simple it was, her limbs stretched to such and extent that all she could do was twist her body from side to side.

Then she had other things to think about, her attention brought crashing back to the pair of lionesses. Or more accurately as Amber's paw closed with almost mocking softness around her straining cock, holding her steady as one thumb rolled slowly over her head.

The touch was almost maddening, the whisper soft touch bringing back the simmering arousal her mistress had built in the shower yet doing nothing to relieve it. Had she been in her own control, her paw would have long ago stopped teasing and started furiously stroking her shaft as her need and desire built higher and higher. But she wasn't, her slowly building orgasm fully in the control of the female before her.

Already she was panting heavily, her chest heaving with each gasping breath as those wicked fingers played and teased her shaft, the thumb having been replaced by the index finger that perfectly targeted the tender sensitive spot right on the underside of her head. Now, that had to be a ringer. Only her mistress knew about that, more than once taking immense pleasure in tormenting her with pleasure as she teased that weakness of hers with small vibrators, feathers and ticklers and any other toy that took her fancy, leaving her squirming and denied for hours at a time.

The first guttural moan of tortured bliss was drawn from her lips as without warning, Amber moved from teasing to stroking all along her shaft, making her buck her hips in earnest as her orgasm began to race towards her. Then just as quickly as it had started, that paw was tugged away, leaving her right on the edge of a frustrated orgasm she could do nothing with. She knew it felt good now, but that would soon change.

She fought to stay still, not giving them the satisfaction of knowing how she was already craving to cum, as if the tension in her cock and the trickle of juice running down her thigh wasn't clue enough. Then she had no chance to hide it.

Without warning Eve suddenly dropped to her knees before her, an oddly submissive pose given the dominating act she was performing, her mouth suddenly inches from her head.

Kayla froze, a dozen terrible yet wonderful thoughts about what she might do running through her head. But all her imagination paled to the reality. With an agonising slowness, she pressed her tongue right to that same tortured sweet spot, taking one slow lick up towards her head. Fireworks of desire exploded in her head, the rough raspy tongue so unlike anything she had ever felt, a slight twinge of discomfort washed away in a storm of pleasure. Normally it was her giving head, rather than the other way around.

She tried to hold back the almost overpowering shiver of desire that ran right down to her toes, trying to ignore how close to coming she was just from that one touch. And she might have been able too had at that moment she not become hyper aware of the arms that wrapped around her waist. Arms she could no more ignore than the soft, nude body against hers. Or the soft, husky voice in her ear.

'Close, my little feline?' Amber whispered, drawing out that moment with a soft nip on her ear. 'I can see you are. How much would it take to push you over the edge hmmm? One more lick? Two? Three at the most I bet. Oh yes. You'd like that wouldn't you? Like her to just lick your head until you came wouldn't you.'

Kayla fought again to clamp down on the whimper of need that bubbled up in her throat, a whimper that slipped past her lips anyway, betraying her excitement as much as her body was betraying her.

'Well, that's a shame. Cause I'm really starting to enjoy watching you squirm for me.' Amber chuckled, her voice warm and seductive. 'But why don't we see how close we can push you hmm?'

Kayla would have said no, would have protested that with every fibre of her being, but for the way the deliciously rough tongue brushed her head again, drawing out that moment with an agonising slowness. She hadn't calmed down enough for it not to affect her. Each lick lasted only a second but that was an eternity.

Already she was starting to move with the licks that were becoming longer, that wickedly raspy surface now gliding right up from her base to her tip to wrap around all of her head. Her hips thrust up to follow each lick, trying with a heated and shamefully lusty need to keep that touch in contact with her cock for as long as possible. But nothing could be done to hurry Eve it seemed, none of her struggles doing anything to throw off her rythym.

Kayla was rising up on her tip toes now, rising like the orgasm that swelled inside her, her whole being trembling with the need to push herself into that climax that she needed more than anything, trying to do all she could to break the cycle of this torturous teasing.

Then it didn't matter what she did. In one second everything changed, all the contact stopped on her body. Even Amber had moved away from her. One more touch was all it would have taken. But she was denied even that, her hips thrusting futilely at the empty air, her cock twitching of its own accord.

Not caring how it sounded, Kayla whined in frustrated need. She was so close yet helpless to do anything to cross that line herself. Her fingers scrabbled urgently, tugging at her bonds in a desperate attempt to try and touch herself. If she could just reach her cock she could make herself come. But she couldn't.

How must she look to the audience, her body a sweaty mess of near orgasmic frustration. It had only been ten minutes and already she could feel rivers of sweat running down her back, her body hot and filled with an energy she could do nothing with.

A ripple of fresh applause made her raise her head and her eyes went wide. 'Oh no...no..please.' She whispered under her breath. Her pleas did her no good though as the pair of Lionesses returned holding what was unavoidably a flesh-light, a bottle of lube and a cock ring. Her eyes danced between all three objects as they sauntered closer and closer, struggling harder against her bonds desperately even as the realisation sunk in that this little show had only just begun.