# Toys

Author: Eisfuchs
Tags: Bisexual, Bondage, Raccoon, Vixen

#2 of Just Good Friends

Toys  
  
a furry erotic story (C)Aug 23, 2002 by Eisfuchs ([[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection))  
  
(vixen, raccoon, bondage)  
  
  
  
Author's note:  
  
This is the second installment of the series about Rey and Donya, two girls who  
knew each other for a long time and found out about their mutual interest. All  
parts of the series are written in a way that they can be read without having  
read their prequels, but I recommend to read them in their chronological order,  
as of now:  
  
01. Random 02. Toys  
  
This story is a work of fiction. All characters are (C) by Eisfuchs. This text  
is for mature readers only, so if you are not of legal age in your country,  
please stop reading. I give the permission to repost or upload this story  
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promise that I actually find the time to write it down but, you never know,  
right? Now, enjoy the story and tell me what you think.  
  

   
  
Part I: Changes  
  
"Oh, Jack! We've got to run away from here! My Father found out about us and  
he's going to kill us, if we don't ..."  
  
"Don't be afraid, Melissa! I won't let anything bad happen to you. My Mother  
owns a big house far away in the mountains. We can go there and live in peace,  
and he will never know."  
  
The dialogue continued in the same fashion and Rey decided not to pay any  
attention to it anymore. Donya was sitting next to her on her living room sofa,  
eagerly taking in every word the two protagonists were saying. She shifted a  
little, until she was lying sideways on the remaining space, her head resting  
in the raccoon's lap and her tail draped comfortably over her thighs. Donya  
giggled and started stroking her headfur, but her mind kept transfixed to the  
soap opera that was presented on the television screen. Rey didn't really mind;  
she just relaxed and enjoyed the company of her best friend and playmate.  
  
She remembered vividly how embarrassed she had been the other day, when she had  
asked Donya that special favor. Now, three weeks later, she still wasn't  
completely comfortable with how the situation had turned out back then but - on  
the other paw - she and Donya had found out more about themselves than they had  
considered possible.  
  

  The vixen smiled. On their next meeting everything seemed to have changed. They  
had been sitting in Donya's kitchen, drinking cold soda and cracking jokes,  
gossiping about the people in their respective companies and doing their best  
to avoid talking about what had happened between them. They were beating about  
the bush for nearly the whole evening, until Rey finally pulled a CD out of her  
bag and gave it to her friend. They had spent the next two hours browsing  
through the images that were neatly sorted and labeled, telling each other  
which situations they liked and what was crossing the borderline. In the  
beginning it was not easy to speak out clearly what turned them on, but they  
learned a lot about each other that night.  
  
From this day on they started meeting more often. Carefully they tried to find  
out where their new friendship was going and how far they both were willing to  
get into this. They played together, trying all kinds of tie up games, various  
ways of stimulation, and learned about the reaction of the other to different  
forms of physical contact.  
  

  They found out soon enough, that they weren't in love with each other. It was  
more like sharing a deep friendship and mutual trust. And when they were  
playing, they felt their friendship strengthen and expanding, forming a bond  
that could never be broken. Rey was more than willing to give up her freedom to  
Donya whenever her friend wanted it, and the raccoon gratefully accepted the  
offer. The vixen spent hours being tied or chained down by Donya in lots of  
different positions, and Donya obviously enjoyed taking control over her.  
During their games they often got lost in their emotions, wildly rolling  
around, kissing and licking all over, until they both got the gratification  
they were looking for. But at all other times they felt like being nothing more  
than very good friends with a twist.  
  
The voices from the television still chattered on in very much the same way as  
before. Rey tried not to listen to them, and her mind wandered back to her  
previous thoughts, trying to analyze her emotions and feelings, that had taken  
over her conscious mind while Donya was having her way with her. Suddenly she  
felt the urge to be helpless again, completely at the mercy of her friend. She  
shifted uncomfortably around a bit, but the desire kept stuck in her mind.  
  

  Donya looked down at her, her face showing concern. "Are you all right, Rey?"  
she asked. "You seem a bit uneasy tonight."  
  
"No, I'm fine," Rey answered. "It's just ... You know, I really enjoy your  
company ..."  
  
"But?" Donya offered. Her attention was now completely withdrawn from the  
television.  
  
The vixen hesitated, her ears folding down in embarrassment. After all the  
hours they had played together she still could not say clearly what she  
desired. She always felt like demanding something from her friend and never  
giving back anything in return. But then Rey lifted her head and looked into  
the raccoon's black eyes, and her hesitation melted away. "I was just wondering  
how it would feel, just lying here with you and being bound. No big deal, just  
some cuffs on my wrists or something. I really need to feel that you can do  
with me whatever you want, whenever you want."  
  
Donya giggled softly. "I knew it was something like this," she said. "And look  
at this!" she continued when suddenly loud music was coming from the  
television. "The stations really know when to put the commercial breaks. You  
wait here and I'll take care of your little problem." Donya tapped her index  
finger on Rey's nose and stood up. With a wink she turned around and left the  
room.  
  

  Rey rose to her knees and waited for her friend to return. She heard her  
walking around in the bedroom, clattering with stuff from her bag of toys. Rey  
did not move, trying to hold back her impatience and forcing herself to wait  
for Donya to return, just as she had been told. Somehow the thought of having  
no say in what was going to happen next excited her in a most pleasurable way.  
  
Finally, Donya came back into the living room. When she saw Rey kneeling on the  
couch, she could not help smiling broadly. Quickly she sat down and grabbed the  
vixen's front paws. Rey drew in her breath sharply, taken by surprise. One  
moment later Donya had put one of Rey's leather cuffs around her right wrist.  
Wasting no time the raccoon set to work on the other wrist as well, and when  
that was done she locked the cuffs together with one single padlock. The key to  
the lock was dangling from a thin leather cord around her neck, and she let it  
slide down her cleavage to hide it from view. Suddenly she tugged sharply at  
the cuffs, causing Rey to lose her balance and fall forward with a gasp. The  
raccoon caught her toppling body and laid her down just like before, with Rey's  
head resting in her lap. Her friend was breathing deeply, snuggling close to  
her and rubbing her head against Donya's belly. "This is so strange," she said,  
stroking the vixen's headfur. "In the moment I put these things on you, you're  
instantly changing. Very peculiar."  
  

  "It just feels so nice," Rey answered with her eyes closed, a comfortable heat  
spreading through her body. She felt felt so secure, so taken care for, nothing  
could ever happen to her now. In a strange way the fact of being captivated  
made her feel safe. She knew that Donya would be there for her, and as long as  
her friend didn't decide otherwise she had nothing to do but lie there with her  
and enjoying Donya's company. But still there was something that bothered her,  
something that was always in the back of her mind when she and Donya were  
playing their games. It was the constant certainty that the game was eventually  
going to end. Rey sighed and tried to push the thought away for now.  
  
"You okay?" Donya asked again, when she felt her friend's restlessness. "Are  
the cuffs too tight?"  
  
"No, it's fine, really," Rey replied softly. "You know that I can take them  
tighter if needed."  
  
"Yes, I know that," Donya said. From earlier experience she also knew, that Rey  
didn't express herself very easily, so she decided to venture a little farther.  
"But there /is/ something bothering you, right? I can tell from the way you're  
sounding, that you want to tell me something. If I made a mistake somewhere,  
please tell me."  
  

  "No! No, don't worry, you did nothing wrong."  
  
"Rey, please ... I know it's not easy for you to say what's on your mind. But  
if you want something from me, you have to tell me what it is. And don't be  
shy, the worst thing I can do is saying 'no', right?"  
  
"Right." Rey inhaled deeply, trying to find the right words to tell her friend,  
what she was longing for. Sometimes she envied the people who weren't gifted  
with smart brains but could just frankly speak out what ever they had on their  
minds without thinking twice. "You know that I like it when you tie me up," she  
started, deliberately looking away from Donya to keep herself from getting more  
nervous. "I enjoy the ropes, chains, cuffs or what ever you're using, it is  
great to feel physically restrained. But this is only one thing that makes all  
this so special to me." Rey swallowed hard, struggling to put her emotions into  
proper terms. Waving her cuffed paws a little she continued, "This is what my  
body tells me, but what's going on in my mind is far more powerful. To feel  
that I can go nowhere is one thing, but I need to /know/ that I'm at your  
mercy. You're to decide over my life, for the time being." Finally, she found  
the heart to turn her head around, looking up to face her friend. "Please, can  
you make this time last longer?"  
  

  "You mean, you want to stay tied up for longer, did I get that right?"  
  
"Yes, and no. I think, it's not easy to explain. As much as I enjoy our playing  
sessions, they have one big flaw: when playtime's over we return to normal life  
as if nothing ever happened. But I want to be yours to do with whatever you  
want, at any time, not just for a few hours in our schedule. If you want to tie  
me up, just do so. Don't ask me if I want to or what /I/ would like to do. Just  
take what you want, whenever you want."  
  
Donya tried to comprehend what her friend was trying to tell her. "So you're  
asking me to take you as my slave? Well, I have to admit, that I'm not very  
fond of master and slave games."  
  
"I don't want to be a slave either," Rey tried to explain. "It's more like ...  
being a /toy/. I'd be your toy to play with. You could do what you want with  
me, lock my paws while we're watching TV, just like now, or gag me for no  
particular reason ... I wouldn't ask you why or try to resist. It's your  
decision alone. This way we wouldn't have planned times when we're playing and  
when we're not. I want to be yours at any given time."  
  

  "I think I know what you're trying to say," Donya replied, still a little  
surprised about her friend's confession. "But in what way is this different to  
you being my slave? In both ways you'd belong to me."  
  
"Yes, but as a slave I'd give up myself completely, losing all personal rights  
to you, being forced to follow every order you gave me. That's a little  
different. I just want to trade my freedom for your pleasure."  
  
"Rey ... Do you know what you're saying there? If we go through with this, you  
could never be certain to be able to finish anything you're doing. I could just  
come into your room, take you away from your work at the computer and tie you  
to the bed for six hours, while I go out shopping and spend some time at the  
movies."  
  
"Yes! That's exactly what I want!" Rey exclaimed, her eyes sparkling. "I mean,  
if it was this, what you wanted to do with me, I would've accepted it without  
complaining. Of course you'd bee free to ask me, but you wouldn't need to. I  
don't know if you really /want/ to do something like this, but the mere thought  
that you actually /could/ do it ... This is what I mean, when I speak of  
becoming your toy."  
  

  Donya nodded slowly, pondering the situation for a while. "Alright, I think I  
got it. And in a way it sounds very intriguing, even if I don't know what I'd  
do, once we started."  
  
"So you'd be willing to give it a try?" Rey's ears perked straight up in  
anticipation.  
  
"Yes, I do. I like the idea of having a new toy to play with at any time."  
Donya grabbed Rey's cuffed paws and held them tight, while her other paw slowly  
traced down along her arm, barely touching the red and white fur with her  
claws. "And I think I just got in the mood to find out, what games my toy can  
play." With a quick movement she dug her claws deeply into the fur at Rey's  
sides, tickling the vixen mercilessly. Rey laughed hard and squirmed under the  
assault, but Donya held her bound paws way out of reach and kept on tickling  
her, until her friend could not even laugh anymore.  
  
When Donya finally had to leave she took Rey's toy collection with her so she  
could prepare something for their next meeting on the weekend, and on the other  
paw the vixen wouldn't have anything to play with for herself until then. Rey  
stood at the living room window and watched her friend drive away. She was  
curious what Donya would come up with when they met again. She only hoped that  
she wasn't demanding too much.  
  

   
  
Part II: Playtime  
  
Mike stretched and stood up from his chair. It was eleven o'clock in the  
morning, and he had been working on this program without a break until now. At  
least it was running fine eventually, so he decided that it was time for a  
short walk to the coffee vending machine. He left his room and wandered along  
the narrow hallway of the company he was working for and passed the  
photocopier, when he heard it curse violently. At first, he didn't realize what  
had happened, but then he stopped and went back to the machine. When he tried  
to find out what that noise had been he suddenly saw someone moving behind the  
copier. It was the vixen from the room next to his, fiddling around with  
something inside the machine. "Rey? What are you doing there?"  
  
Rey looked up over the top of the lid and smiled at the feline, who regarded  
her with a questioning look. "Oh, hi there, Mike. I'm just trying to get this  
piece of junk back to work again."  
  
"Oh, I see. Can I help you there?"  
  

  Rey stood up, grabbed the rim of the metal lid and threw it close with a bang.  
Then she went around the machine and pushed the big orange button. The copier  
whirred and rattled for a moment and finally spat out a flawless copy. "No,  
thanks. Got it fixed already." She set the number of copies and let the machine  
work, while she kept on talking. "The stupid thing kept eating the paper, and  
when I cleaned up the paper jam it complained about maintenance. But I could  
convince it that it was not time for maintenance now."  
  
The cat frowned. "You know that the boss is very keen on meeting the  
maintenance cycles, and that he expects us to do likewise, don't you? I don't  
think he would appreciate you overriding the settings."  
  
"I can't say that I really care," Rey replied, taking the finished stack of  
copies from the machine. "I have a deadline to meet in two hours, and this way  
was faster than having to wait for the repair tech. See you around." She waved  
and left for her room.  
  
Mike shrugged and went on towards the coffee machine. He was impressed about  
how much that girl had changed in the last time. What could it be that changed  
a timid, shy person like she had been into a self confident woman she was now?  
  

  \*\*\*\*  
  
Rey closed the door behind her, leaned back against it and sighed deeply.  
Finally at home! The day had been hard, but she finished the project just in  
time. When she put the paperwork and the completed prototype onto her team  
leader's desk she looked more like a coal mine worker than a programmer, but at  
least, the customer would get a working sample of his design study by tomorrow.  
The vixen went into her bedroom and threw off her coat and shoes. Relieved she  
let herself fall backwards on the bed, her head still spinning with numbers,  
specifications and unwilling code fragments. 'Enough of that!' she commanded  
herself. The project was through and she could finally forget about it.  
  
The door bell rudely woke her from an uneasy slumber. A short glance to the  
wall clock told her that it was already past nine pm. Still a little drowsy she  
stood up and stumbled to the door, rubbing her eyes to get the sleep out of  
them. She pressed the buzzer and went into the staircase. A few moments later,  
Donya appeared around the stair bend, carrying two big bags. "Hi Rey! Could you  
please help me with one of these?"  
  

  "Oh, hi! Sure, on my way!" Rey hurried down the stairs, her tiredness instantly  
forgotten. She met her friend down the second flight and took one of the heavy  
bags from her paw. They went upstairs into her flat and Rey closed the door.  
Donya put down her stuff on the kitchen table and Rey placed hers next to it.  
"So what's all this stuff?" Rey asked, a little out of breath.  
  
Donya smiled and sat down on one of the chairs, resting a little. "Mostly food,  
and a few other things," she said. "Let's put this stuff into the fridge before  
the head kills it." She opened the bag she had carried and started to put away  
all kinds of food. Rey helped her, but when she started to open the second bag,  
Donya grabbed her paws and held them tightly. "I'll unpack this one myself,"  
she said, looking deeply into Rey's eyes.  
  
The vixen was transfixed by the look Donya gave her and barely managed to  
breathe. "As you say," she answered softly, unable to take her gaze away from  
the raccoon's dark eyes. Something was going on and Rey didn't dare to imagine  
what it was, fearing to dispel it by wishing too hard.  
  

  Donya broke the spell by taking the bag from the table. She left the kitchen  
and went into the bedroom. "So, what have you been up to today?" she called  
from the other room. "You look a little deranged, to put it in polite terms."  
  
Rey recovered quickly from her state of confusion and hurried to answer. "Yes,  
I had a rough day, to say the least. I was working on something and it was due  
today, and the damn photocopier failed on me. So I repaired it myself to get  
the rest of my work done."  
  
"Sounds awful," Donya commented when she came back into the kitchen. "But  
week-end's here and we should make the best out of it. Care for a shower?"  
  
"You're reading my mind!"  
  
The two girls went into the bedroom, picked up some clothes to change and  
headed for the bathroom. When Rey entered, Donya closed the door behind her and  
looked at her in a peculiar way. Just when Rey was about to ask, what she was  
up to, Donya placed a finger on her lips, silencing her. "Don't speak, my  
little toy," she said. "Take off your clothes."  
  

  Rey's eyes grew wide when she sensed the change in the air of her friend and  
her heart started beating stronger. Quickly she took off her T-shirt, bra and  
pants, letting them fall in an untidy pile to the floor. Then she bent over to  
pull down her slip, and when she started to rise again, she felt a paw on the  
top of her head.  
  
"Kneel down," Donya commanded softly and Rey obeyed. the raccoon turned to the  
bath tub and opened the faucet, mixing hot and cold water to a pleasurable  
temperature before returning to her friend, who had kept still all the time. "I  
want to give something to you. Now that you've become my toy I want you to  
remember your new place at all times."  
  
Rey swallowed when she felt a paw under her chin, tilting back her head slowly,  
until her neck was exposed and she was looking up into Donya's face. The  
raccoon picked up something from the pile of clothes, and Rey felt a broad  
strap going around her neck. She had never owned a collar, let alone worn one,  
but when she felt it close in front and heard the soft /click/ of a lock, she  
nearly burst with joy. Hesitantly she lifted a paw to touch her new attire. It  
felt smooth but strong and smelled like leather. It had no adjustment buckles,  
so it must have been tailor-made for her size. The small lock that held the  
collar in place was worked into the leather like a brooch and on its front  
plate it bore a strong ring of steel.  
  

  Close to tears, Rey looked up to Donya and smiled happily, before she closed  
her eyes and let her head go down a bit. Now both of her paws were freely  
roaming over the collar, feeling all over it and taking in all details. Then  
she felt Donya grabbing one of her paws and putting a leather cuff around her  
wrist. Rey didn't try to resist and waited patiently until both her paws were  
donned with cuffs, locked, but not yet restraining her. The raccoon put more  
cuffs to her ankles, too and finally ordered her friend to stand up.  
  
Now Rey could see her upper body in the mirror for the first time. The collar  
was beautifully crafted, shiny black leather against a polished brass colored  
plate and a silvery steel ring. The lock itself was hidden discretely so it  
wouldn't spoil the look. Rey suddenly realized that this present had to be very  
expensive. She turned around to Donya.  
  
"Now, my toy," the raccoon said, "step in there. You have to be clean if you  
want to join me in the sheets tonight."  
  

  Rey swung her left leg over the rim of the bath tub and stepped into the warm  
water flowing down towards the drain. Then her other leg followed and so did  
Donya a few seconds later. Rey turned around to face her friend and then  
kneeled down in the tub as she had been doing a few minutes ago. Donya closed  
the shower curtain and turned the lever to direct the flow of water through the  
shower head at the wall. She ruffled and stroked the vixen's fur until it was  
thoroughly soaked and started to rub in a generous amount of showering gel. Rey  
murred and sighed under the strong massaging paws - it felt good, the way they  
kneaded and pushed when they were working on her breasts and butt - and started  
to wash Donya's fur, too, rubbing herself against the body of her friend as  
much as possible.  
  
After shower they toweled each other down to get the water out of their fur and  
Rey's cuffs and collar. When they felt reasonably dry again they left the  
bathroom and Donya led her friend into the bedroom. Rey climbed onto the bed,  
looking expectantly at Donya. The other woman circled the bed and sat down on  
the other side, bending over to fetch something from the bag she had brought in  
earlier. Rey got curious and turned her ears towards her friend. Donya turned  
around and spread a collection of short chains and padlocks on the blanket.  
"Bedtime, my dear," she said and picked up a two foot chain from the heap. She  
locked one end of the chain to one of the bed's steel bars and hooked the other  
end on another padlock, hanging it loosely to the ring on Rey's collar. Then  
she took another, a bit shorter chain and locked the middle link to the same  
padlock, leaving two lengths of chain dangling from Rey's neck. Finally she  
took out two more locks and secured each of the vixen's paws to one end of the  
chain. "I hope you'll have pleasant dreams, honey," she whispered, when she put  
out the lights and snuggled close to her friend, kissing her forehead  
goodnight.  
  

  Rey was dumbfounded. It all happened so fast, but it was just what she had  
wanted. She snuggled up to Donya as good as she could and enjoyed the warmth of  
the raccoon's body against hers. "Good night," she whispered. It didn't take  
long and Donya started to breathe steadily. Rey wasn't that lucky, though. Her  
restrained position made it difficult to find a comfortable way to sleep and  
constantly reminded her of her trapped situation, making all the wrong thoughts  
appear in her head and keeping her from falling asleep. When she finally dozed  
off her slumber was interrupted frequently from finding herself unable to  
stretch her arms or turning around easily.  
  
The next morning sun let it's rays shine through the half opened curtains and  
Rey woke with a jerk, the chains at her wrists and collar jingling loudly  
against the steel bars. Instantly she remembered what had happened yesterday  
and a warm shiver ran through her body. Carefully she rolled over to the other  
side of the bed, but her friend wasn't there. "Donya?" she called softly, her  
voice still coarse from sleep. There was no reply. Rey let herself slide on her  
back again and frowned. Maybe she was just in the bathroom and didn't hear her,  
so she decided to wait a little longer.  
  

  Meanwhile she examined the cuffs and locks that Donya had used to chain her to  
the bed. The wrist restraints were her own, she had noticed that already when  
she had been in the shower that evening. The locks were new, though. Big, heavy  
and secure looking, and she could not see a key hole in them; very peculiar.  
Her paws moved along the two short ends of the chain and began sliding over the  
smooth material of her new collar, and again that warm feeling spread out  
inside of her. She didn't know why, but this adornment was the most powerful of  
all she had worn until now. It really made her feel like giving away some of  
her freedom, yet without taking away her dignity or self-esteem.  
  
When she looked down to her ankle cuffs, she gasped in surprise. When she had  
fallen asleep last night, she had only been locked to the bed by her collar.  
Now there was a three foot chain at each of her ankle restraints as well,  
meeting at one steel bar, thus binding her effectively to the foot of her bed.  
She could tuck in her legs a little but it was not much, until the chains got  
taut and stopped her movement. Her only free limb was her bushy tail now,  
useless against the devices that were holding her. Rey moaned with a mixture of  
pleasure and frustration about this new discovery. But the blame was on her, of  
course. She had gone willingly into this.  
  

  Rey didn't remember, how long she was lying there, waiting for Donya to return.  
She tried to sleep a little, but the thoughts of being bound and helpless  
didn't let her find rest. On the contrary, they only got her sliding into  
erotic fantasies, making her wish she could use her paws freely to give herself  
relief. Still the chains held them unyieldingly at her neck, barely having  
enough slack to brush away errant strands of hair out of her face. She was  
still nude. Fortunately it was very warm, so she didn't really need a blanket.  
For a short time she pondered about stroking herself with her tail, but she had  
tried that before; it wouldn't provide enough stimulation and would leave her  
more frustrated than she already was now.  
  
It seemed like an eternity when Rey finally heard a noise from outside the  
bedroom. The door to her flat clicked open, and a few seconds later Donya came  
into the bedroom. "Good morning, sleepyhead," she greeted. "I hope you had a  
pleasant night. You've been sleeping so sweetly when I woke up, I just didn't  
have the heart to disturb you." She sat down on the corner of Rey's half of the  
bed and gave her a tender nuzzle over her head. "How do you feel, honey?"  
  

  "I'm doing fine, thanks." Rey snuggled up against her friend, laying her  
chained paws on the raccoon's legs. "Where have you been?"  
  
"I've been going for a walk to enjoy the morning sun," Donya replied  
cheerfully. "It's such a beautiful day, but I'm afraid it'll get rather hot  
before noon. Ah, and I did some shopping, too." She rose and went to the table  
on the other side of the bed, picking up something. "But before we do anything  
today," she said, while she returned, "we're going to take a shower. Give me  
your paws." She held up a strange looking device that remotely resembled a  
rubber stamp, with a ring instead of a paw handle. She held the cylindric  
barrel of the object against one of the locks on Rey's wrist cuffs and scrubbed  
over it a little, until the shackle jumped open with a distinct /click/.  
  
The vixen watched her friend opening the remaining padlocks with rising  
interest. Those locks were inspiring. She already had several thoughts of how  
to use them for self restraining purposes. "Where did you get those padlocks?"  
she finally asked when all the chains had been removed and she could sit up  
again. She leaned herself against the raccoon's back and embraced her warmly,  
her breasts pleasantly squeezing between them.  
  

  "That wasn't exactly easy," Donya replied. "I saw them some time ago on the TV.  
There's this show called 'Northridge Hospital', and they once had to secure a  
mentally impaired person to a hospital bed. That's where I learned about these  
magnetic locks that can't be opened unless you have the matching magnetic key.  
And what's even better, they're waterproof. I did a little research in the last  
days and found someone who could sell me some of them. They're for medical use  
only, so you can't just buy them in your local hardware store."  
  
Rey smiled. "I have to admit that I like them," she said.  
  
"In this case you wouldn't mind me using them a while longer, do you?" Donya  
asked rhetorically. Without waiting for an answer she turned around, pulled  
Rey's arms on her back and secured them there with a single padlock. A short  
chain went to the ring on her collar and was locked there, too. "Shower time."  
  
Rey stood up and Donya led her into the bathroom by the chain. The raccoon  
quickly undressed and together they stepped into the bathtub. Rey had to kneel  
down before her friend again, and Donya turned on the water. The vixen lifted  
her head and enjoyed the welcome jet of water drenching her fur. Her friend  
threaded the other end of the chain through the shower handle on the wall and  
locked it there to get both paws free. While Donya applied a big amount of  
shower gel to their fur, Rey nuzzled and rubbed up against her belly, savoring  
the moment while she felt the paws working in the gel with strong, massaging  
motions.  
  

  When Donya was done cleaning her own fur she stepped out of the tub. "Stay  
there for a while, until the soap is out of your fur," she said and let the  
curtain fall close again. Rey could do nothing but wait, her paws still locked  
on her back and the chain on her collar fastened to the handle on the wall. So  
she twisted and turned this way and another to get her whole body thoroughly  
rinsed. She did not stand up, though, but left kneeling on the floor of the  
tub, waiting for Donya to get her out, as she had been told.  
  
A few minutes later, Donya pulled back the shower curtain again and smiled,  
when she saw her toy still in the same position than before, obviously enjoying  
the warm water. "You're finished?" she asked and Rey nodded. The raccoon  
reached over and turned off the shower. Then she unlocked the chain from the  
handle and led Rey out of the tub. She helped her towel down and led her out of  
the bathroom and back to the bed.  
  
"So what should I wear today?" Rey asked, tugging a little at her cuffed  
wrists.  
  

  "Oh, I kinda like what you're wearing right now," Donya replied. She smiled  
mischievously when she saw Rey's eyes widen, but she didn't complain. "You've  
got nothing to hide from me, and the weather's going to be warm enough. And  
besides," - she tugged at the chain leash and dragged Rey close to her, putting  
her arms around her body - "there's nothing getting in my way, when I come to  
get what I want." She let one of her paws slide down over Rey's side, caressing  
her butt for a second and then stroking deeper, teasing the sensitive area  
under her tail base.  
  
Rey yipped in surprise, her paws straining for a moment against the cuffs, when  
she felt Donya's paws stroking her down there, but she was more than willing to  
give her friend whatever it was she demanded from her. Breathing more deeply  
now she nuzzled Donya's neck and softly nipped at the rich fur that covered her  
shoulder. The erotic moment ended quickly when Rey's stomach suddenly growled  
loudly. She realized only now that she hadn't eaten since last noon.  
  

  Donya giggled in surprise and Rey started laughing, too. "Saved by the bell,"  
the raccoon said cheerfully. "And I'm hungry, too. So how about breakfast?"  
  
"Would be very nice," Rey replied, now feeling more hunger for food than for  
anything else.  
  
"Very well, come on then." Donya rose and led Rey into the kitchen, the chain  
leash loosely in her paw. "What do you prefer? Cereals or bread and honey?"  
  
"Cereals, please," she said, when she sat down on one of the chairs. Donya  
looped the leash around one of the table's legs and locked it there. Then she  
started to fill the table with lots of breakfast stuff she had bought. She  
placed a bowl before Rey and poured in a share of chocolate flakes and milk.  
  
Rey watched Donya quizzically. "You're not going to spoon-feed me, are you?"  
  
The raccoon looked at her with a big grin. "Would you like it if I did?"  
  
"No, not really."  
  
Donya chuckled and placed a spoon next to the bowl. "There you go," she said,  
unlocking her paws and binding them together before her with a short length of  
chain. "But don't eat too much. It could get uncomfortable when you have a full  
belly."  
  

  The vixen looked up from her meal, chewing slowly. "What's on your mind?"  
  
"Quite a lot, my little toy fox," Donya replied. "You'll see it all, don't  
worry."  
  
Rey regarded her with a mixture of curiosity and mock anger. Of course she had  
something in store for her and was not giving it away so soon. The vixen  
continued eating, still wondering what it may be. The whole situation felt so  
unusual to her, but it was not at all unpleasant. She never had had breakfast  
naked, not even when she was alone, and she suspected that she wouldn't put on  
very much in the near future. She finished her bowl and licked her lips, still  
a bit hungry but remembering, what Donya had said, she left it at that. This  
was meant to be fun after all, and she didn't want to spoil it just because she  
didn't listen to her friend.  
  
When they both were through Donya cuffed Rey's wrists on her back again and  
took the leash from the table. Then she led the vixen into the living room. Rey  
instantly saw that her friend had already prepared some things. Two strong  
chains were dangling down from the wooden beams of the ceiling, about four feet  
apart. More chains had been put on the floor. Rey inhaled deeply when she saw a  
muzzle harness lying on the table in front of her, along with a number of  
magnetic padlocks. "When did you prepare all this?" she asked with a deep,  
husky voice that could not conceal how very turned on she was.  
  

  "Do you like it?"  
  
Rey smiled. "Depends on what you're going to do with me."  
  
"Oh, you'll enjoy it, I'm pretty sure." Donya waved her paw at the devices in  
front of her. "So, is there anything you want to change? Anything that you'd  
like me to put away?"  
  
Rey swallowed hard but shook her head. "No."  
  
"Enough said, then." She unlocked her paws and pointed to the table. "Put on  
the harness and strap it tight."  
  
Rey looked at Donya for a moment before she turned around and stepped over to  
the table, her legs getting a little wobbly with excitement. She picked up the  
strange looking leather device and looked at it from all sides to figure out  
how it was working, before she slid the first of the straps over her head.  
'Here we go, then,' she thought and started to put it on. It had two hard  
leather pads above and below her muzzle, held together by three straps that  
went around her snout. She tightened them one after another, feeling the strong  
material gripping her muzzle tightly, so she wouldn't be able to open it the  
slightest bit. All in all it felt like when Donya had tied her muzzle with rope  
the first time, but very much more secure and comfortable. Two more straps went  
from the harness around her head and neck to fix the harness in place. When she  
was done she turned around to face her friend.  
  

  Donya pulled the vixen back to her on the leash. Rey's tail twitched nervously  
from side to side while Donya checked the harness and the buckles on the  
straps. "Very good," she commented. "You must be very eager to play, gagging  
yourself this thoroughly. Now let's see how good you're with the chains." She  
kneeled down before her and unlocked the ankle cuffs, leaving the locks  
dangling loosely in their rings. "Lock your ankles to the chains there, dear."  
  
Rey nodded and went to the place, where the chains were lying on the floor.  
Thanks to her athletic form she did not have to sit down or kneel to place her  
feet at the appropriate positions while she hooked the shackles to the ends of  
the chains. Then she pushed the locks shut, her legs spread apart about two  
feet wide.  
  
Donya took two more locks and a magnetic key from the table and went over to  
her friend, who was watching her intently. She opened her paw with the key  
lying on the palm and Rey took it without waiting for an order. She unlocked  
her wrist cuffs and returned the key to her friend. Then she grabbed the chains  
that were dangling to her sides and locked her wrist cuffs to them, sighing a  
little through her nose when the last lock clicked shut.  
  

  Donya put the key back on the table, stepped around the bound vixen and pushed  
herself against her back, sliding her paws up and down at Rey's sides, and  
finally tracing upwards until she reached the wrist cuffs. She hooked each of  
the two additional locks into the D rings and lifted her friend's paws upward,  
until they were stretched to their limit. Rey instinctively grabbed the chains  
and held on tightly, while Donya locked them there, taking most of the slack  
out of the chains. Then she let her paws slide around the vixen's neck,  
teasingly playing with the collar and eliciting small, excited yips from her  
friend, before she undid the chain leash and let it fall to the ground  
unceremoniously.  
  
"Are you comfortable, my toy?" Donya whispered next to Rey's ear.  
  
She nodded slowly, although the chains held her tightly and left her very  
little way to move. Her ankles were strained a little due to her spread stance,  
but the carpet offered a good grip for her toe claws. Rey breathed deeply  
through her nose while she felt the paws of her friend sliding over her back,  
massaging the muscles slightly as they went. With deliberate motions the  
raccoon felt her up, teasing her sides with short pricks of her claws, making  
her twitch and spasm with tickling pleasure. Then the arms were around her,  
ruffling the fur on her belly and gently squeezing her breasts, playing with  
the sensitive nipples hidden under the voluptuous fur. All the time the strong  
body pressed into her from behind. Rey could feel Donya's breasts getting  
squashed between them, and she felt her tail being pushed straight down by her  
legs. The embrace got more sensual by the minute, one of the probing paws  
slowly sliding lower, while the other caressed Rey's collar and chin, pricking  
the skin under the fur slightly with her claws. She let out a loud moan through  
her nose when the downward traveling paw reached the softer fur just over the  
junction of her legs and went even deeper, stroking the wet area below it.  
  

  Totally unable to resist, bound and defenseless against whatever assault was  
taken against her, Rey writhed in her chains, taking in the hopelessness of her  
situation, her inability to stop the sensual attack of her friend, and still  
enjoying it massively. Her ragged breath turned into uncontrolled moaning, her  
head rolled from side to side, supported by Donya's strong paw and caught in  
the straps of the harness, preventing her from making too much noise. And still  
the paws mercilessly pleasured her helpless body, taking the mind with them  
while they drove her more and more crazy. Rey started to rock her pelvis  
against the stimulating paw to intensify her arousal. Now she was glad that she  
was locked into these restraints, she wasn't sure if her legs would've been  
able to support her weight much longer. And when suddenly a claw slid over her  
glistening wet clitoris she fell limply into the chains, letting out a muffled  
scream of pleasure. She was so close to the peak now, and she was afraid that  
Donya knew this, too.  
  

  Her fear was well-founded. When Donya felt Rey losing control over her body she  
smiled and stopped where she was, just holding the shivering body of her friend  
close to hers and enjoying the heat radiating from her. She stayed that way for  
a few moments and just nibbled idly at the fur on the vixen's neck, until she  
was sure that Rey had recovered a little from the intense sensations. Then she  
slowly let go of her body and went around the chained form of her friend.  
  
Rey weakly opened her eyes and looked at the raccoon standing before her. She  
knew how she must look now; panting hard, on the brink of a powerful climax,  
yet denied the final release. Donya watched her for a short time, then she  
turned to the table and retrieved the key. She unlocked her arms one at a time  
to give her the opportunity to find her balance before she was freed from the  
supporting chains. Then she locked the paws behind her back and released one of  
her legs. Rey looked after her when she suddenly turned around and left the  
room.  
  

  With deep breaths Rey tried to regain control of her emotions. She shut her  
eyes and tried to slow down the pace of her heartbeat until she heard Donya  
entering the room again. A few moments later she felt the body of her friend  
next to her, and she opened her eyes again. Donya stepped around her once more,  
her paws sliding around both sides of her slim waist. Only a moment later Rey  
realized, that this was not only a tender caress, but served to loop the upper  
part of her crotch strap construction around her body. The raccoon pulled her  
close, pushing most of the air out of the vixen's lungs, and threaded the small  
brass padlock through the holes that fixed the straps on her body. Rey started  
to shiver a little while she anticipated what was bound to happen. At first,  
Donya fastened the device around her tail base, and then Rey felt the tip of  
what could only be a dildo on her nether regions, sliding slowly along her  
moist fur until it gently parted her vaginal lips to slip into her, bit by bit.  
She moaned deeply in her gag, tugging with newfound force against the cuffs  
that trapped her paws on her back. But something was different ... She had even  
less slack for her paws now, the wrist cuffs had been attached to her crotch  
strap, too. This realization caused her to protest and roll her eyes in  
frustration, but the bonds had no weak point for her to break free.  
  

  When the dildo had slid in to its base Rey could not hold herself upright any  
longer. Her legs gave way under her and Donya supported her, while she let  
herself fall to the ground. With a quick glance she showed her friend, that she  
was alright, and Donya continued working with a big grin. She slid the final  
strap from under Rey's tail through her legs, covering the base of the  
pleasuring object and running up over her pubic mound to meet with the other  
straps in front of her body. Then the raccoon locked it in place.  
  
Rey was breathing heavily, while Donya stroke and caressed her body, kneading  
her breasts and buttocks as well as giving her back a strong massage. A  
multitude of wonderful feelings swept through the body of the bound vixen while  
she succumbed completely to her friend. She got lost in fantasies, taking  
comfort in the certainty, that she could not free herself from the bondage she  
was in, and thus had nothing to worry about. Donya was in control, not only  
physically but mentally as well. Rey had often been tied or otherwise  
restrained by her, but this time she really felt like a mere plaything for her  
friend. There was nothing she could do now, nothing she could change, and it  
was not expected from her. The vixen enjoyed the tenderness of Donya's paws and  
the dull pressure that was constantly pushing against her from underneath the  
crotch straps.  
  

  But all too soon Donya ruffled her headfur a last time and stood up, ambling  
over to the sofa and sitting down there. Rey whimpered softly and tried to  
stand up, but at this moment the dildo sent a firework of pleasurable spikes  
through her body, agitated by her bound paws. The vixen panted and moaned while  
she sagged back to the floor. Again she tried to go over to her friend, this  
time crawling on her knees a little, until she was held back by the chain on  
her right ankle. Now she cried out her frustration more loudly, but still it  
wasn't more than a high pitched grunt. Donya didn't seem to pay much attention.  
She picked up the remote control from the table and switched on the TV.  
  
Rey was furious, but she could do nothing to escape from her bonds. She knew  
Donya was playing with her, trying to make her go nuts with need and longing  
for the touch of her paws. She didn't know what was getting to her most; the  
simple fact that her friend was pulling off something like this at all, or the  
realization that she actually responded to the treatment, even though she knew  
exactly what was going on. Gritting her teeth she strained and tugged futilely  
at the restraints holding her, causing the plug in her vagina to move and slide  
around slightly, frustrating her even more. Her body ached for release, both  
sexual and physical but both ways were denied her for the time being.  
  

  The television continued with the show, unconcerned of whatever might happen  
around it. Melissa still was worried about her old man, and Jack tried every  
logical and illogical way to drag them out of whatever situation they had  
gotten themselves into. Donya seemed absorbed in the story and didn't look like  
she would leave her place on the couch very soon. Rey was getting exasperated.  
The chain on her right ankle kept her from crawling out to her friend, the  
dildo made her shiver and pant with every move she made and the way her paws  
were shackled on her back didn't help the situation at all. Out of sheer  
desperation Rey let herself fall on the floor, squirm and writhe in her bonds,  
regardless of whatever effect this might have on her. Whimpering through her  
gag she stared at her friend, panting hard and close to bursting into tears.  
  
Once again Donya showed her deep understanding of Rey's needs. When she  
realized that her friend was coming close to what she was able to take, she  
turned her head and looked into the widely opened, amber eyes of the vixen. "Do  
you want to join me on the couch?" she asked, her voice sounded casual, as if  
she was completely unaware of her friend's condition.  
  

  Rey exhaled in surprise and sudden relief. She tried to scream "Yes!" but the  
muzzle harness prevented this. So she just mewled and whimpered, nodding her  
head eagerly to hasten Donya's reaction. She sincerely hoped that the raccoon  
was not teasing her again.  
  
But Donya had no intention of doing so. She smiled warmly and rose, picking up  
the magnetic key and a short chain from the table as she approached the bound  
form of the vixen. "I knew you'd say this. Now hold still so I can unlock you."  
She freed Rey's ankle and released her paws from the crotch strap to re-lock  
them with the short chain to her collar again, just like she had done last  
night. She helped her friend getting up slowly, to let her get used to the new  
position the dildo was sliding in, and carefully walked her over to the couch.  
Rey panted and gasped hard, ten feet never had seemed so far for her. When they  
reached the sofa she collapsed on it, whimpering shortly. Donya was right  
beside her, chaining her left ankle to the couch's leg and sitting down, too.  
The vixen shifted a little to find a comfortable position to lie in and put her  
head into Donya's lap.  
  

  "Good heavens, you're hot!" Donya said when she felt over the fur of her  
friend's body. "And I mean it literally. You feel like you're burning. Maybe I  
should let you cool down a little." Quickly she began to work on the buckles  
that held the gag tightly in place. However she made sure to open the frontmost  
strap last, so the vixen had to wait, until the harness was completely removed.  
  
Rey moaned freely when she finally could open her muzzle again. Her head  
turning to the side for a moment, while she greedily began panting, to give her  
body the cool air it was longing for. It helped, at least for the moment. Yet,  
her arousal wasn't subsiding, thanks to her still bound paws and the dildo  
beneath the straps. But now she could at least rub herself against Donya's soft  
fur and take in the scent that was hiding under her perfume. As much as she  
tried to hide it, the raccoon was just as turned on as she was herself. So Rey  
started to lick her friend's tummy, while her paws were stroking her thighs as  
best as they could. Donya's paws were resting on her shoulder and next to her  
ears, softly crawling through the rich red fur.  
  

  It didn't take long until the television set was humming along uncaredly, while  
the two women were licking and stroking each other on the couch. Rey was lying  
on her back, trying to maintain as much physical contact to her friend as she  
could. Donya had bent over her, nuzzling through the pelt on her belly, while  
she gently massaged the soft mounds of her breasts with one paw. The vixen's  
nipples went hard at the attention and started to poke out of the fur, small  
pink dots in a mass of white.  
  
Donya could not hold herself back any longer. She had been waiting for this  
moment since last evening, when she had put the cuffs on the vixen's limbs for  
the first time. Now the heat was rising quickly, the desire for the touch from  
her friend taking over her rational thoughts. She grabbed the key from the  
table and quickly released Rey's front paws from her collar. The vixen didn't  
wait to make use of her new freedom and embraced Donya's waist from below,  
dragging her close, so her face was buried between the raccoon's legs, pushing  
through the fabric of her pants against her most sensitive area. Her friend  
cried out with lust and let herself fall to the side, next to the vixen.  
  

  Rey decided that now was the time for /her/ to take what she wanted. She got up  
on her knees and opened the buttons on Donya's pants with flying fingers. A few  
seconds later they were lying in a heap on the floor, while the vixen pulled  
her friend's shirt over her head to reveal the voluptuous goods hiding under  
it. Her tongue started licking and nipping at the grey furred breasts, until  
Donya was writhing uncontrolled under her, moaning and breathing hard. She  
placed herself over the raccoon's body on all fours, her butt and her twitching  
tail rising up in the air, while she was working her tongue further down the  
strong form of her friend, alternately licking and nipping as she went. When  
she reached Donya's crotch she made short work of the panties, no longer being  
able to hold back her desire. She pulled the fabric down her friend's legs and  
threw them away, uncaring where they may end up. With her mind blown out by the  
dildo that was still stuck deeply inside of her, she drove her muzzle down  
against the damp spot before her and let her tongue start to work.  
  

  Donya gasped in pure shock when she felt the cold nose of the vixen touch her  
burning vagina. The shock was overcome by pleasure in an instant, and the  
raccoon got lost in sexual delight. The soft, slick and warm tongue rubbed in  
just all the right places, driving her arousal higher and higher every minute.  
Her paws roamed over Rey's shoulders, trying to get a grip at her, but clawing  
uselessly at the fur until she traced along the arms at her sides. Then her  
fingers brushed over the cuffs, sliding through the D rings as if they had a  
will of their own and then tugged hard, stretching the vixen's arms straight  
forward along her body and driving her muzzle deeper into her center of lust.  
  
Rey gasped in surprise when she felt her paws getting bound again, or at least  
it felt like it. She slid forward a little, her snout now nearly parting the  
raccoon's vaginal lips, and kept on licking and teasing the sensitive pink  
flesh before her. Donya's elaborate breathing and her occasional high-pitched  
yelps told her, that she was doing right, so she kept on stimulating her friend  
as good as she could without moving around too much to let her own horses fly.  
And when she finally felt the tension building up in the raccoon's muscles she  
thrust herself forward a final time, burying her nose into the wet folds, and  
sticking out her tongue as far as she could. That was enough to drive Donya  
over the edge and she felt her head being caught by the strong legs that  
wrapped around her with surprising strength. For a few seconds Rey could not  
breathe, but she kept on rubbing and licking until she felt the hot fluid of  
Donya's orgasm trickling down the sides of her muzzle. The screaming of her  
friend came only a moment later. Again and again the vixen felt the delightful  
contractions around the tip of her muzzle until they finally became less  
fervent and subsided completely.  
  

  Rey lifted her head with some effort, wiping her muzzle at the fur on her upper  
arms and looking at her friend under her. Donya still held on to the cuffs on  
her wrists and Rey didn't try to break free but just let herself slide forward  
a little and lay down along her friend's side. The raccoon obviously still rode  
on the powerful emotions she hat just experienced, her smile and contented face  
showed that very clearly. Suddenly she embraced the vixen tightly, rolling  
around with her playfully and full of laughter. Rey started to laugh as well,  
but when she was rolling on her backside the pressure drove the dildo with a  
sharp blow into her once more and she yipped loudly. Donya let go of her  
instantly, trying to find out what had happened, while Rey just lay there,  
panting hard and trying to control her body.  
  
"What is it?" Donya asked. "Did I hurt you?"  
  
"No, it's not that," Rey replied between deep lungfuls of air. "I just ... I  
nearly lost it when you rolled me around this way."  
  
"What?" Donya stared at her in surprise. "You're telling me that you didn't  
come yet?"  
  

  The vixen looked up at the sparkling eyes of her friend and said, "Yes, I'm  
still there."  
  
Donya growled deeply in her throat and let herself come down a little in a mock  
threat. "You're going to regret this, my toy," she snarled. "Oh, how you're  
going to regret this!"  
  
Rey shrieked and tried to defend herself when the raccoon suddenly grabbed both  
her paws, dragging them over her head and pinning them into the cushions.  
Within seconds she found herself chained to the couch, her wrists crossed over  
her head and her legs spread to both corners. Fighting uselessly against her  
new entrapment Rey squirmed and wriggled under the weight of her friend. Donya  
obviously didn't want to waste any time. She bent over her lover, and Rey felt  
her eager tongue slide deep into her own muzzle, kissing hard, before the  
raccoon attached the harness again and gagged her tightly. Donya let her paws  
slide over her breasts and belly, caressing the hot fur and softly rubbing and  
twisting her nipples. Rey was already panting again, not longer trying to fight  
the rising heat in her loins. Donya's claws dug through the rich pelt, and Rey  
felt them pricking the sensitive skin underneath, just strong enough to make  
her gasp with terror and lust. Her friend came over her helpless body like a  
predator would do with it's prey, nipping, clawing and groping everywhere. Rey  
was overwhelmed by the sudden outburst of ferocity, her emotions running wild.  
She felt like she was caught by a hungry carnivore, serving as it's afternoon  
meal. She tried to break her chains, strained each and every muscle to get  
free, mewling and groaning in her gag, but nothing helped to get her out of  
this trap. But Donya seemed not to be satisfied yet. With experienced motions  
she wriggled her fingers, and Rey felt them slipping underneath her crotch  
strap, where they started to manipulate the dildo. She felt it slide in and out  
just a little, but it was enough to make her scream into the harness,  
tightening all her muscles again, before she finally exploded in a long overdue  
climax, nearly making her pass out.  
  

  Rey was floating on a cloud of lust, suspended in the emotions Donya's skillful  
treatment had brought up inside of her. Slowly her mind cleared again, leaving  
her panting heavily, still gagged and chained to the couch. Donya was lying  
next to her, grinning broadly and idly playing with one of Rey's nipples. Her  
friend must've left her for a moment before, because she felt something warm  
and wet stroking carefully around her still sensitive sex, cleaning up the mess  
they had made. But the crotch strap and the dildo were still in place, so she  
guessed, she was not free yet. Rey was grateful for the harness that held her  
muzzle shut, for she didn't know what to say and just snuggled up against the  
body of her lover.  
  
  
  
Part III: Toys  
  
Donya kept her in this position for some time, gently caressing her body and  
licking her fur. Rey rubbed against her friend's fur as good as she could,  
enjoying her helpless position immensely. It must have been more than an hour  
before Donya finally decided to let her sit up. She locked her ankles together  
and her paws on her back, though, fastening them to the tail strap again. Then  
she took off the harness and Rey started breathing greedily.  
  

  "I guess you're hungry," Donya said. "How about dinner?"  
  
Rey smiled in relief. "Yes, indeed. I could swallow a horse whole." All this  
playing and teasing had depleted her reserves quite completely.  
  
"So stay here, I'll get some food for us." Donya stood up and left the room,  
leaving her friend bound to the couch. Yet it didn't take very long before she  
returned with some long bread rolls and lots of sausage and cheese. She  
released her friend's paws and they enjoyed their late meal.  
  
The rest of the evening went on just the same way their former meetings went.  
They sat on the couch, shared stories about what had happened during the last  
few days and generally had a great time. The only thing different was that Rey  
still didn't wear any clothes and had her paws chained to her back most of the  
time. She slowly got used to walking around naked for the whole day, although  
it was a complete new experience for her; fortunately the night was quite warm.  
The dildo under the straps proved to be harder to get accustomed to, and every  
time she shifted in her place she felt it rubbing inside of her, distracting  
her momentarily from the topic they were just discussing.  
  

  Rey woke from the light slumber she had fallen into when Donya put a paw on her  
shoulder and shook her gently. "Wake up, little toy! It's eleven pm. It's  
time."  
  
Rey blinked and tried to rub her eyes, but she was still bound, and her cuffs  
tugged at the straps, waking her instantly. "Time?" she asked in confusion.  
"Time for what?"  
  
"You'll see," Donya replied mysteriously and reached out to help her standing  
up. Rey moaned softly when she felt the heat rising again due to her movements.  
Her friend led her into the bedroom, unlocked her paws and had her kneeling on  
all fours on the bed, her legs spread open. Then she sat behind her, unlocked  
the crotch straps and slowly pulled out the dildo. Rey panted and moaned during  
the process, her claws digging deeply into the fabric of her bed sheets. When  
it finally was out completely she felt like her legs wouldn't carry her  
anymore. The deliverance from the constant dull pressure in her abdomen made  
her moan loudly. But the joy didn't last very long. A few seconds later she  
felt another object pressing slowly into her. It felt very similar but she knew  
that Donya had something special in mind for her. While the intruder was pushed  
slowly deeper and deeper she tried to concentrate on which toys she actually  
had given her the other day. It didn't take her long to realize, which one this  
must be. She groaned in frustration, because once again, her own inventions  
were about to be used against her.  
  

  "There," Donya said when she had closed the straps. "You probably know, what I  
just stuck into you, don't you?" While she spoke she locked Rey's paws in place  
again.  
  
The vixen nodded. "My new invention, I suppose. The random vibe."  
  
"You're a clever little toy," the raccoon replied. "I thought it'd be more fun  
for you for the time being. Turn around for me, will you?" Donya waited until  
Rey had complied to her request and lifted the muzzle harness again. "This'll  
keep you quiet while we're on the way."  
  
"On the way?" Rey was puzzled. "Where are we-"  
  
Donya put the harness over Rey's muzzle, before she could finish her sentence  
and silenced her effectively. The vixen groaned in frustration when she felt  
the straps tighten around her muzzle and heard the locks clicking in place. At  
this moment the vibrator showed a sign of life for the first time. Rey threw  
her head back and howled into her gag. Donya laughed softly and helped her  
friend out of the bed when the vibrator fell silent again. This was going to be  
an interesting night.  
  

  Rey's thoughts chased each other in her mind. What did she mean when she said  
they would be "on their way"? And why did she gag her again? She knew that a  
toy was not to ask any questions, but curiosity got the better of her. The gag  
made sure she could nor ask her friend, though.  
  
Donya led the vixen to the door and left her standing on the threshold, while  
she turned to the wardrobe. She looked through the different pieces and finally  
took something from one of the shelves. Rey watched her friend while she tied a  
translucent white sash around her waist that barely covered her private parts  
without hiding anything. "That'll do," she commented, locked on a short chain  
leash and took her by one arm to turn her around. When they reached the door to  
the staircase the vixen got a bit nervous and hesitated. Donya stopped and  
looked at her friend. "Is anything wrong?"  
  
Rey looked at the door in confusion, then at her friend.  
  
"Just follow me, my toy," Donya said in her most assuring voice. "I promise,  
everything will be fine."  
  

  The vixen inhaled deeply through her nose and nodded. Whatever this was going  
to be, she had nothing to decide in this matter.  
  
"Very good," Donya smiled. "You'll be okay. Just come with me." She opened the  
door and stepped into the stairwell, closing the door after Rey had left the  
flat, too. She didn't switch on the light when they descended the stairs.  
  
Rey shivered, but not from the cold. She was walking around at night in her  
stairwell as good as naked, cuffed, gagged and leashed to a chain, a vibrator  
stuck in her vagina. What, if someone decided to go out for a night's walk just  
now? What a sight this would be to see. But Donya led her on, as if she didn't  
think something like this could be happening. Rey didn't know, why she went on  
with this, but somehow this game was turning her on. And it enhanced her  
feeling that she was nothing more than Donya's plaything.  
  
Suddenly, Rey's knees went weak and she nearly fell, but Donya was at her side  
in the blink of an eye. The vixen mewled and groaned, the buzz of the vibrator  
was barely audible. Rey held on to her friend, until the wicked device switched  
off again, leaving her a little time to recover. Donya helped her to come back  
to her feet and went on downstairs. For the first time Rey was glad for the  
gag.  
  

  They reached the ground floor and opened the door to the street. Again, Rey  
hesitated, but this time only shortly. Donya smiled at her and led her on. The  
cool air of the nightly wind blew through her fur when she stepped out of the  
house and onto the pavement. Nobody else was in sight. The raccoon went on,  
walking her toy down the street, until they reached her car, about five hundred  
feet from her house. She unlocked the passenger door and waited until Rey had  
gotten in. The vixen sat down as carefully as she could and tried to get her  
tail out of the way to make herself comfortable. Donya fastened the seat belt  
for her and closed the door to enter the car on the driver's seat. The raccoon  
grinned, took a scarf from the glove compartment and blindfolded her friend,  
before she finally started the engine.  
  
The last few minutes had been perplexing her very much. Rey could not imagine  
what was on Donya's mind, but in a way she liked how the situation had  
developed. She was a little nervous, being outside her flat and still naked.  
But she trusted her friend. She would never do something that would get them  
both into trouble.  
  

  The car rolled forward and they were on their way. Rey didn't even try to  
memorize the way they were driving; Donya took many turns at the very  
beginning, and the vixen was sure that most of them were only to get her  
confused. She leaned back in the seat, enjoyed the unfamiliar feel of the  
fabric against her bare fur and tried to relax. She even moaned loudly in  
pleasure when the vibrator started to buzz again, and suddenly she felt one of  
Donya's paws stroking her breasts momentarily before it returned to the  
steering wheel. Rey squirmed and twisted a little, but the sensation ceased  
again, soon.  
  
They kept on driving for some time, long enough for Rey to bask in the strokes  
of her little machine for three more times, until Donya finally slowed down and  
turned onto what sounded like a gravel covered parking lot. They stopped there  
and the raccoon left the car. She opened the passenger's door, reached out a  
paw and helped her friend getting out. The air was a little cooler here and the  
ground was indeed covered with lots of little stones, that were making crushing  
noises under her pads. Wagging her tail slightly she regained her balance and  
waited for Donya to lead her on.  
  

  When she felt the chain getting taut again she stepped forward slowly, unsure  
where to place her paws. But the going was easy and she just went on, following  
the sound of Donya's footsteps before her. The ground changed from gravel to  
dirt, just like a path that would lead through a lawn. Rey stopped for a  
moment, panting slightly from the sensations that were constantly radiating  
from her lower body. Her friend stood next to her, until she was ready to go on  
again.  
  
She didn't come very far, though, until the vibrator switched on again. Rey  
mewled loudly, trying to rip open the harness that kept her gagged. A moment  
later she sagged to the ground, not able to hold herself upright any longer.  
This time the device didn't stop so quickly and left her writhing on the ground  
with pleasure and embarrassment. But again, it was not enough to give her the  
final release, when it stopped. The vixen moaned in high pitched fits, panting  
hard and close to tears. Donya was always at her side, but Rey didn't want her  
to think, that she couldn't take it anymore. She was enjoying it, despite the  
way she looked.  
  

  A couple of minutes later she was ready to go on again. And it was not long  
until they reached another change of surroundings. The sounds around her spoke  
of a place distant from the town. Trees were rustling nearby and there was an  
open space before her. When her paws stepped on soft grass Donya stopped and  
undid her blindfold.  
  
Her surroundings made her gasp in surprise. She stood in a big garden. The  
spacious lawn was surrounded by a high opaque hedge on three sides. The  
remaining space was occupied by a big, expensive looking mansion with a nice  
terrace leading into the garden. In the center of the lawn was a big swimming  
pool, the water shining invitingly in the pale light of the moon. Whoever owned  
this premises must be a very rich person.  
  
Donya smiled and led her to the pool side. She ordered her toy to stand there  
and started to unlock the crotch straps, but left her paws firmly cuffed on her  
back. Rey closed her eyes and sucked in her breath when she felt the vibrator  
slide out of her. This made her legs go weak again and she went down to her  
knees when the device had left her body entirely, shivering with pleasure and  
whimpering softly. When she opened her eyes again she saw that Donya had  
replaced the leash with a twenty foot chain that was locked to the ladder on  
the pool side. Finally the raccoon unlocked the harness and took it from her  
muzzle.  
  

  Rey opened her mouth and worked her jaws to get back the usual feeling into her  
facial muscles. "Where are we?" she asked. "How did you-"  
  
"Hush, toy," Donya interrupted. "You didn't want to ask any questions,  
remember?" Rey nodded and Donya smiled warmly. "Don't worry, Rey. It's all  
planned out. You're not the only one who can work out plans, you know."  
  
Rey snuggled up to her friend. "Donya, I just want to tell you, how much I  
enjoy what you're doing, even though I don't understand what's going on. This  
all is so new to me."  
  
"Oh, it's new to me, too. But I like it, just like you do. And as for the  
reason," - Donya briefly looked on her watch - "you're just about to find out,  
what's behind all this. Just stay here, I'll be right back." The raccoon stood  
up and left her friend, heading for the mansion.  
  
Rey watched her, while she disappeared inside the building. She slowly stood up  
and walked around a bit as far as her chains would allow. All around her was  
green grass and the hedge shielding this place from view, as if it had been  
deliberately planted there for privacy. When she returned to the pool side she  
carefully dipped one foot into the water. It was comfortably warm and she  
longed for a swim, but she didn't dare to jump in right now, she probably  
wouldn't be able to hold herself up for a long time, while her paws were  
chained on her back like this. She was happy as a child at the moment, but at  
the same time she was frightened to death. What if someone would come and see  
her, naked except for the translucent sash around her waist and chained up like  
this? What if the owner of the mansion came home and saw what was going on?  
  

  "Honey, I'm back!"  
  
Rey spun around with a start when she heard the voice behind her and nearly  
lost her balance. She breathed a sigh of relief when she recognized that it was  
only her friend coming back from the mansion. "Donya! Good heavens! You scared  
me!"  
  
The raccoon hurried over to her friend, a look of concern on her face. "What is  
it? Are you all right?"  
  
"Yes, basically. I'm just a little nervous about all this. I mean, what's with  
the owner of this premises? What if someone comes and finds us here?"  
  
Donya sighed and smiled in relief. "So that's what. Well, I can reassure you  
there. It's all taken care of. Nobody'll find us here, nobody we don't want to  
find us." She embraced her friend and slowly made her sit sown in the grass. "I  
want this day to be a very special day for you. I know you try to keep it  
secret, and only very few actually remember it."  
  
Rey's ears pricked up when she guessed what Donya was talking about. "You don't  
mean, you found out, that today-"  
  
Donya giggled and produced a small black case from her back. She placed it in  
the space between her and Rey. "Yes, you told me once, and I'd never forget  
that. It's past midnight already, so: Happy birthday, my toy!" She gave Rey  
another warm hug and unlocked her paws in the same motion. "I wish you luck and  
fun for your remaining life!"  
  

  "Thank you, Donya. But you shouldn't have done that."  
  
"I know, but I did anyway. So why don't you open it?" She pushed the object a  
little towards her friend.  
  
Rey's paws shook a little from being bound so long. She massaged her wrists a  
bit before she took the case from the ground and opened it. Inside, resting in  
a soft cushion of dark blue velvet, was a silver glowing earring, quite simple  
looking but with a multitude of fine gravure around it's length. Rey was  
speechless when she discovered that this trinket wasn't merely silver but white  
gold. "You're insane!" she exclaimed. "You can't give me that."  
  
"Why not? I love you as my friend and toy, and tonight's your birthday. So try  
it on!"  
  
Rey said nothing more but picked up the ring and threaded it through one of the  
small holes in her right ear. When she was done the trinket was sparkling in  
the dim light.  
  
"You look beautiful!" Donya exclaimed. "It fits you perfectly. And now let's  
have a dip. You look like you could use a little cool down."  
  

  Rey's face brightened. "Yeah, sure! Let's go."  
  
Donya laughed and jumped into the water without further delay. Rey followed a  
little slower, first checking the length of the chain and stepping down the  
ladder into the water. The cool liquid instantly drenched her fur and made her  
sigh with delight. She did a few swimming strokes, until she reached the limit  
of her chain and paddled back to the side again. Donya joined her, and together  
they played and frolicked in the water.  
  
"Why did you go into all this trouble for me?" Rey asked, her face dripping  
with water.  
  
"I don't know, I just wanted to do something special for your birthday. Your  
confession to me just came at the right time. So I could fit both things  
together." Donya looked past Rey and her mood heightened visibly. "And now we  
should get out here and join the party."  
  
"What?" Rey turned around and saw a small group of people, both women and men,  
emerging from the building. "Donya? What's going on here?"  
  
The raccoon had already left the pool and slowly reeled in Rey's chain. "You'll  
see. Now come out of the water, my toy."  
  

  Rey hesitated, but then she saw that some of the people who were slowly  
gathering on the lawn were led by others, naked just like her, and wore  
different types of restraints; from collars with leashes over cuffs at wrists  
and ankles, up to corsets, gags, blindfolds ... everything was there. Rey  
followed the shortening chain with her mouth open, taking in the situation that  
started to unfold before her. When she had left the pool she reached for her  
sash, useless as it would be, but it would give her at least a little comfort.  
But Donya grabbed it before she could reach it.  
  
"No, before you get this, you're going to put this one back on." She bent down  
and handed her the crotch straps, including the vibrator.  
  
Rey took the objects and stared at her friend. But then she smiled broadly and  
lay down on the grass, spreading her legs wide. Slowly she inserted the  
vibrator deeply into her and attached the straps. When she was done she crawled  
over to Donya, who put on the lock and clicked it shut again. As if on cue the  
small machine started buzzing right away, taking her breath away and making her  
paws clench to Donya's arms. The sash was forgotten.  
  

  When the sensations stopped again, Rey looked her friend straight in the face,  
a grin creasing her muzzle. "So, what's going on here? Who are those people?"  
  
"Oh, I took the liberty to rent this estate together with a few people from a  
pet club from the city. They seem to do things like this regularly and helped  
me a lot when I asked them about you and your interests. You wouldn't believe  
what strange stuff I encountered."  
  
"I can imagine," Rey said, looking around. The toys and their owners had  
finally found their places and were snuggling and kissing each other. Sometimes  
one of the owners would lead his pet to another couple and they exchanged their  
toys. Rey watched the activities with big eyes, like a child would watch a fair  
going on.  
  
Donya sat down beside her and started stroking her fur. "Why don't you let  
yourself have a good time, too? I'm sure, this night'll be a night to  
remember." She started licking and combing Rey's fur with her claws and tickled  
the vibrator slightly. Rey gasped and moaned, while she let herself slide back  
on the grass. The raccoon was above her quickly, groping and nipping all over  
her body. Without notice, Rey found her front paws suddenly locked to the  
collar again. Donya took advantage of her now stronger situation and started  
rubbing her paw over the crotch straps with more vigor than before, leaving the  
vixen panting and gasping in her strong grip.  
  

  Suddenly Donya let go of her and turned around. Rey regained her breath again  
and opened her eyes to see her friend talking to a friendly looking male otter.  
He was leading a female skunk, who was heavily chained and gagged, and they  
talked to each other for some time in low voices. Rey's stomach started to  
crawl and she nearly started to cry when she saw Donya taking over the leash of  
the skunk. She knew what had just happened and didn't know what to do now.  
  
The otter turned around and knelt down at Rey's side. "You're her toy?" he  
asked, his voice was deep and soft, reassuringly calm.  
  
Rey swallowed hard and tried to fight the nervous twitching that got all over  
her body. "Yes, I am. My name is-"  
  
"Shush!" he suddenly said, his paw shot up in a gesture to silence her. "No one  
tells their name here. You're her vixen toy, and probably you know now, that  
you've been traded for the night."  
  
Rey nodded. She suddenly felt very vulnerable in her chains, but in a way the  
situation was also incredibly sexy. She looked into the face of the otter and  
got locked in his eyes. "What are you going to do with me?" she whispered.  
  

  "Nothing you wouldn't agree to," he replied. "We have several rules in our  
community. One is, while we're sharing, the toy's the one who decides, not the  
owner. So there's nothing for you to worry about." He looked around and found  
the muzzle harness. "Is this yours?" Rey nodded slowly. "I kinda like that.  
Care to put it on for me?"  
  
Rey's stomach contracted and relaxed uncontrollably, her emotions falling all  
over each other. But still she stared into the dark brown eyes of her new owner  
for the night. As if in trance she took the harness from his paws, and when he  
released her paws from her collar she slipped it over her muzzle, strapping it  
tightly in place and finally locking it shut. Then he locked her paws to the  
crotch straps, just the way Donya had always done, and pushed her down to the  
ground. "Now enjoy!"  
  
The otter was gentle yet demanding, playing curiously with his new toy, trying  
to find all the sensitive spots and nerves in her body. Rey was just letting it  
all happen, being helpless anyway. She enjoyed the attentions the man was  
giving her, his experienced paws and tongue making her go crazy with emotions  
and lust. Soon she was writhing and moaning uncontrollably, straining against  
her bonds and trying to escape from the trap that she had willingly walked  
into. To top it all the vibrator buzzed on from time to time, adding to the  
feelings she was already trying to cope with. But finally it was too much for  
her and she climaxed hard for several times. The arms of the otter wrapped  
around her tightly, holding and comforting her until she was quiet again.  
  

  Rey spent the rest of the night in his arms. She was held captive all the time,  
but she was feeling great and secure, despite that. While they enjoyed each  
other, she kept looking out for Donya and the skunk toy she had taken, and when  
she found her she saw them rolling around on the grass, playing with each  
other. She got a little bit jealous, but then the otter caught her eye again,  
and those feelings were forgotten instantly.  
  
  
  
Part IV: Playtime's over  
  
Rey woke with a start. She tried to sit up and get her bearings, but her paws  
wouldn't move. She sagged back and slowly came to her senses. This was her own  
bedroom, the light of the sun drawing bright patterns on her sheets, so it must  
be way after noon now. Her front paws were chained to the steel bars above her  
head and her ankles were restrained likewise. The vixen rolled around as best  
as she could and looked at the watch on her bedside table. It was four pm. "Oh,  
crap!" she exclaimed. "It's already late! Donya? Are you there?"  
  
"Yes, I am my dear," the voice from her friend came in from outside the room. A  
few moments later she stepped in, carrying a big tablet with lots of stuff on  
it. "I guessed you'd sleep in long, so I already got up and prepared a little  
'breakfast'." She placed the tablet on the bed next to Rey and unlocked her  
front paws.  
  

  Rey only realized how hungry she was, when she started eating. "Donya, it was a  
wonderful time. I just don't know how I can thank you for this. And for the  
gorgeous present you gave me." She flicked her right ear and the ring glittered  
in the sunlight.  
  
"Don't mention it. It was fun for me, too."  
  
"But I feel like I was getting all the share and you-"  
  
Donya giggled. "You really think that I'd go through all this without having  
fun myself? Believe me, I was well taken care of."  
  
"I guessed that. This skunk girl last night seemed to be very - um -  
enthusiastic."  
  
"Yes, she was," Donya said, biting a huge chunk from her toast. "I hope you  
enjoyed your company as much as I did enjoy mine."  
  
"Yes, no problem there." Rey remembered the otter vividly. His paws and tongue  
had been part of this night's dreams. She wondered if he had enjoyed himself  
this much, too.  
  
"Very good."  
  
"Donya?"  
  
"Yes?"  
  
"I think, it's time you set me free again," Rey said, her ears going flat  
against her skull.  
  
Donya smiled and stroke her friend's head. "You want to stop, then?"  
  

  "No, not really, but I think we should. Tomorrow is coming fast and I think  
I'll need some time to get over the happenings of the past days."  
  
"I see." Donya got up and left the room for a moment. When she came back she  
carried some of Rey's clothes. "You're right. We have to get back to normal  
life again. But you can be sure that I only release you physically. Mentally  
you still are my little plaything."  
  
"It's just what I want to be," Rey smiled.  
  
Donya released Rey's limbs and removed all the cuffs. When she set about to  
open the collar, Rey stopped her.  
  
"Please, leave this one where it is," Rey said. "I want to keep it there to  
remind me of you when you're gone. I'll take it off tomorrow myself."  
  
"Sure," Donya replied. "But don't forget, or you'll have a hard time to explain  
this to your colleagues." They both laughed and finished their meal quickly.  
  
"Those people last night, who were they? And where did you take me?"  
  
Donya put a finger on Rey's nose, making her squint for a moment. "I told you,  
the place was a secret. And I'll leave it like this. Just to clear things up a  
little, the owner was one of the people who were on the party, but even I don't  
know who they might be. And don't ask me about names. Nobody knows them."  
  

  Rey nodded. "I suppose this is all for the better."  
  
"Yeah. I gotta go now. It's getting pretty late and I have to prepare my things  
for work tomorrow."  
  
Rey put away her dishes and embraced her friend tightly. "I hope we can get  
together again, soon," she said.  
  
"We will, my toy, we will." Donya stroke her paw over Rey's back until she  
stepped back and went to the door. "I'll call you up later tomorrow, okay?"  
  
"Fine by me. See you around!"  
  
"Bye!"  
  
The vixen sat on her knees on the bed until she heard the door slam shut. At  
this moment everything started to return to normal life again. The cuffs and  
locks that lay around everywhere seemed to come from another century long  
forgotten. The image of the group she had met last night already started to  
fade away. Only the face of the otter remained stuck in her thoughts like an  
afterglow from looking too long into a bright light. She wondered who he was  
and what his normal life was like.  
  
Rey looked at the clothes, Donya had left for her her on the bed. For a moment  
they seemed utterly useless, and then she just tossed them from the bed with a  
swipe of her paw and laughed until she fell on her back. True, life was  
returning to normal, but only for a short time.  
  

  The end

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