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This story was written for Nicoya. It contains M/F sex between consenting adults, dom/sub play, chastity play and glorious sexual excess.

The Cat's Madness - Part One

The forest was beautiful. Peaceful. Warm, yet casting verdant shade that protected what lay below its canopy from the full strength of the summer sun. Alive with the sounds of nature, rustling leaves, a gentle brook babbling away in the distance, and countless birds and other critters living their lives. Amidst all that natural beauty, Cayes knelt with a soft smile resting upon her beaked face. She rested on the edge of a clearing full of wild flowers and lush grass, barefoot and wearing a slender purple dress which felt so light upon her body it was almost as though she was wearing nothing at all. Before her, resting with his hands folded behind his head against her knees, was the man she loved. Nicoya, dressed so prettily in his very own sun-dress, pale yellow and patterned with flowers of its very own, frilled at the edges of its skirt.

She was so happy to be there with him. So happy to have spent the last little while just resting there together, stroking Nico's long beautiful hair, occasionally leaning down to plant a kiss upon the winged cat's face, chatting and admiring his beauty in this peaceful landscape. Cayes wished that she could have more days like this with Nicoya. More days of rest and relaxation without a care in the world, away from her work, from the pressures and stresses of daily life. But... she wouldn't wish this day away. A single day spent solely in the company of the one you loved was nothing to sniff at. A single hour, a single minute, Cayes would have relished them all, were that all she had been given to work with.

But, as it stood, she had a day. And with the mid-morning sun streaming down through the trees around them, with so much of that day still ahead of them, she planned on making the very most of this special day in this very special spot.

Stroking Nicoya's hair once more, listening to the purple and cream furred cat purring contentedly while her eyes drifted over the lower portions of his lithe and dress-clad frame, Cayes felt a twinge of excitement run through her. Or rather, through a very particular part of her. She looked at Nico's long and soft furred legs, her gaze running up rather than down them, to his soft, slightly plump thighs where they rose and rose before disappearing beneath his dress, showing off the sides of his hips in how the fabric lay in a manner that betrayed the cat's lack of underwear. The turtle licked at the edges of her beaked mouth in anticipation. She knew what waited beneath that dress, and as the time ticked on by second after relaxing, soothing second, she knew that very soon her man... her pet would be nowhere near as relaxed and calm as he was right now.

A part of Cayes almost felt bad for spoiling the calm and quiet they truly were enjoying sharing together right now. But a different part of her, a part dwelling between her legs and producing that same itching ache, could barely wait for it to get started.

Calmly, casually as she could, Cayes leaned over towards a nearby patch of flowers, and plucked one from its stem. She giggled as Nico tilted his head to see the reason for her movement, and drew the flower in close to his face, allowing him to sniff and appreciate its floral but somehow slightly musky scent.

"Do you know what they call this wild-flower, Nico?"

Smiling fondly up at the turtle, Nicoya's eyes shone with innocent curiosity. He had no idea what was boiling within the woman he loved. No idea what she had planned for him, and what had been in motion from the very moment they lay down together in this beautiful clearing.

"Um... no, Mistress. Should I?"

Cayes giggled. The turtle ruffled her pet's hair affectionately, and beamed down at him as she explained.

"I'm afraid I don't know its latin name, but they call it the Cat's Madness because of the effect it has on certain... feline species."

She saw Nicoya's eyes widen slightly both in curiosity and in slight nervousness. Not genuine fear of course, but the same sort of blushy, squirmy nervousness which a pet of Cayes might well be accustomed to feeling due to some of his mistress' more intimate desires. He said nothing however, and continued to listen as Cayes finished her explanation.

"Imagine catnip, only crossed with... well, viagra, perhaps? Maybe something a little stronger. The funny thing is though, intense as the reaction can be, it has a somewhat delayed effect. The pollen inhaled takes its time to work its chemicals into the bloodstream. All in all, I think it takes about an hour before the effects begin to present themselves and take hold. Now, kitten... I'm curious. How long would you say that we've been relaxing here together?"

Cayes gestured out to the meadow-like clearing around them, full of wild flowers, many of them looking very much like the example of Cats Madness she now held tenderly close to her breast. Nicoya's innocent smile faded slightly, and his face burned with a bashful, nervously excited glow as he considered and then double checked his answer.

"A-about... about an hour, Mistress?"

Running her tongue around the edges of her beak once more, Cayes murmured softly.

"Well, isn't that a coincidence..."

For a brief while after that, the pair fell quiet. Cayes could feel Nicoya trembling where he lay against her, not tense exactly, but quaking in a mixture of nervous and joyous anticipation, knowing what his mistress had told him and thus certain that it was soon to come true. After maybe two or three minutes, the cat did look up at Cayes once again though. He whimpered softly, and spoke to her with a bashful, pleading tone.

"T-the plants... they're not really aphrodisiacs, a-are they? You just said that to get me... e-excited. So we can play? S-so I can... please you?"

Cayes giggled. That did sound like something she could have done. Indeed she almost kicked herself for not thinking of that sooner, planning a fake, dry run first where she had employed that exact gambit before finally bringing Nicoya here. She shook her head however, and beamed as she saw Nico squirming, a shudder running through the cat that seemed more intense and visceral than anything he'd shown thus far.

"It's real, kitten. And... I think you know that. I think you're starting to feel that. Am I right?"

Without waiting for an answer the turtle reached out with one speckled hand, running it down the front of Nicoya's beautiful yellow sun-dress until she reached crotch level upon the male's trembling form. She tenderly caressed what lay beneath, giggling as Nico groaned loudly, before finally pulling back the delicate material to reveal what it was with which she was so gleefully toying.

"Can you feel it, my pet?"

She stroked the smooth metal cover of the chastity device wrapped around Nicoya's crotch, sealing off his cock and balls in smooth, firm, featureless metal, a small keyhole in the midst of the device's two halves the only discernible means of removal.

"The heat building. The need swelling. I've watched videos. Read reports. It looks... overwhelming. I'm almost a little jealous."

She giggled as Nicoya regarded her with wide eyes and a frantic, mewling whimper.

"Almost."

Nicoya bit down on his bottom lip, and after a few seconds more spent squirming where he lay in his Mistress' lap, he had to pull away. To get away from her beautiful body even if only by a few inches, so that he didn't do something he hadn't yet been asked or commanded to do. He pulled himself upright, and with one hand idly, senselessly rubbing at the front of the chastity device just as Cayes had before the winged cat rose shakily to his feet. He paced a few metres away, then turned and paced back, then away again. Once more he turned, but this time Nicoya just stared at Cayes. One hand flexed by his side, fingers opening and closing into a fist over and over again as his toes curled, as his wings flapped and fluttered, as his ears and tail twitched and flicked, every part of his body manic in its activity all of a sudden.

The turtle however just lay back upon the soft grassy earth, resting upon her elbows to prop herself up, bare legs stretching out ahead of her towards Nicoya, her own dress so beautiful and flattering and of course revealing as she let her lower limbs rest naturally, making no effort to hold them together. She watched the cat as he stood there trembling and staring at her, smiling, waiting as patiently as Nicoya was impatient in his own frustrations. She didn't have to wait long though.

"Where's the key, Cayes?"

Raising an eyebrow at her pet, it took a few seconds before Nicoya realised what he'd just said. He whined and blushed, but the winged cat's eyes kept that same piercing desirous stare as he retracted his prior statement.

"I... I mean... c-could you let me out? Let me free, Mistress? S-so I can... use this feeling, t-this gift you've given me, to please you?"

He tugged with futile desire at the front of the smooth metal encasing his cock and balls. When no freedom resulted from that senseless tugging though, his full attention returned to Cayes, staring in expectation with seemingly not even the slightest suspicion that she would say no to his request.

Cayes smirked, but shrugged as she gestured to the lack of pockets in her dress.

"I'm sorry, Nico. I didn't bring the key with me."

Nicoya let slip a fevered whimper, and glanced out of the clearing in the direction from which they'd arrived an hour ago. Even then however Cayes continued to shake her head.

"It's not in the car, either. It's at home. It'd take us more than an hour and a half to get there. And... well, if we're being honest, you're not gonna be able to hold out that long, are you?"

Nicoya shook his own head, a louder, more shrill and frantic whimper escaping him as he more roughly clawed at the chastity device, his most violent and vicious attempts to free himself still utterly pointless. He stared from his crotch to his mistress, then back again, before finally returning his bulging, unblinking eyes to Cayes.

"Y-you don't understand, M-Mistress. You... you know w-what happens when I get... worked up like this. I'm not... o-ohhh... not corseted. My..."

His voice trailed off as inside his dress, within the soft pale yellow fabric, something moved. Something pressing outward from the side of the winged cat's torso, rippling and tugging at the material from within.

"Ohh n-no... it's happening. Mistress. Please. Y-you have to let me loose. If I c-can't... can't cum... t-then... I won't stop."

Cayes just smiled, stepping closer to the man she loved. Her pet. Her beloved, cherished, wonderfully obedient pet.

"I know."

Nicoya shook his head yet again, crying out loudly as more rippling bubbles of... something began to protrude against the sides of his dress, stretching and pressing outward, pushing the garment to its absolute limits.

"Mistress, y-you don't! You don't understand, I c-can't control it! I'm g-going to..."

The turtle was close enough to Nicoya now, advancing on him faster than he could back away on legs that were suddenly deeply unsteady, to press a finger to his muzzle. To silence him in an instant, and lean in close as her free hand caressed the side of his panting, mewling face.

"I do understand, Nico. I do. You're going to lose control. You're going to let your tentacles loose. Let your body loose with all the desires that it feels, and you're going to keep on getting hotter, hornier, until you're finally satisfied."

She giggled as her finger left the cat's muzzle only for that hand to reach down between his legs once more, to stroke herself at the smooth dome encasing his genitals.

"And if you can't be satisfied... then you'll get hornier. And hornier. And you'll work harder and harder to satisfy yourself at all costs. You won't be able to obey me. You won't be able to listen to me or respect my commands as your Mistress. But, that's okay, Nico. It's really okay. Because, deep down, underneath it all... you know that I love you. As more than a Mistress. More than an owner. You're my kitten. I'm your lady. And no matter what else we live or play or pretend, that won't ever cha-..."

Before Cayes could finish her sentence, before she could give Nicoya his own chance to respond, the dam broke. Whatever had been building and swelling inside Nicoya since the moment he felt the Cat's Madness beginning to influence his thoughts and indeed his body's internal chemistry finally broke through his obedience and self imposed restraint. He didn't growl. He didn't cry out or wail in embarrassment or frustration as he failed to hold himself back. He simply lunged forward, and like a wild animal under the beguiling influence of a female's heat stricken scent dragged Cayes to the ground, rolled her over onto her back and began to hump at her with his smooth, chastity-bound crotch.

At first, Cayes laughed at her lover's pleasure-maddened tackle. She squealed and giggled as he mounted her doggy-style and began to hump, hooking one leg up and around hers to ensure his dress remained pulled aside while dry-humping and grinding his bound and helplessly unsatisfied crotch against the rear of her own clothing. That laughter faded slightly however, replaced instead by a rising blush and some choked, gasping moans as Nicoya grew rapidly more urgent in his actions. His thrusting became more forceful and frantic, and even through her dress and with his cock locked away Cayes could feel the winged cat's thrusts starting to have an impact as he bucked and slapped his thighs against her still clothed buttocks.

"Oooh... that feels nice, kitten. Mmhh, yeah... h-hump me. Breed me, i-if... if you can..."

Still she teased. Still she tempted her lover as he took control, a rare, almost unheard of situation even if at its most base level this whole circumstance had been engineered into being by Cayes rather than the cat himself. Her encouragement was unnecessary though. Nicoya wasn't playing a role. He wasn't trying to seem out of her control to excite or satisfy any goals that the turtle had in mind. His hands grappled at her body, at the dress surrounding it as he placed more of his weight down upon her, and Cayes let slip a shriek of surprise as she heard the tearing of fabric against her shell-clad chest.

"Nico! H-hey, c'mon, that was expensive!"

The cat didn't respond as he continued to claw at the front of her dress though, and indeed before long the slight tearing of claws cutting through soft fabric was replaced by a louder, more potent ripping as Nicoya simply began to tear the clothing off of her. Cayes had to remind herself not to be angry as she felt one of her favourite summer dresses being ripped to ribbons, that she had invited this by unleashing Nicoya's wild side. Indeed before long as she felt the dress simply falling away from her in tattered rags, her body suddenly bare beneath the weight of her lover and the green-tinted summer sun above him, that frustration boiled away into an even more intense arousal. She could now feel warm bare metal rubbing and grinding against her backside, and as Nicoya's weight intensified upon her and she felt her upper body being pressed down into the grassy, wild-flower strewn ground below, the turtle's beak let loose a wail of haggard excitement.

Soon after that, Cayes felt herself being rolled over. She was pulled onto her back, then dragged by the legs closer to where Nicoya was now kneeling with his dress bunched up around his waist, hips already bucking at thin as as a trickle of translucent pre-cum dribbled from around one edge of the tightly bound chastity device. He stared down at her as he began to hump once more, now pressing his metal-clad crotch directly against the turtle's bare, pantiless pussy. She moaned at the unfamiliar but rather deliciously erotic sensation, but that sound of her pleasure only seemed to frustrate the cat. He growled loudly as he continued to hump at her faster and faster all over again, and as the metal front of his chastity device began to glisten with the wetness of Cayes' own arousal she could only stare wide-eyed at the rippling mass of the objects still bound... albeit barely... beneath the fabric of Nicoya's own dress.

"O-ohhh Nico... y-you love that dress..."

She whimpered softly, knowing what was about to happen.

"T-take it off, kitten. Take it off, b-before you..."

Again she never had the chance to conclude what she was saying. It was then, just as she feared it was going to happen, that the dress wrapped so prettily around Nicoya's slender form gave way entirely to the mass of writhing, thrashing tentacles emerging from the cat's sides beneath them. Bursting free through multiple holes and immediately working to rip the dress off from around the rest of them, tossing it carelessly to the ground mere moments later and leaving it every bit as forgotten as the rags of Cayes' own clothing.

The turtle tried to call out to her lover again. She tried to tell him she loved him, that for everything he was and everything he was capable of doing with and to her, she adored him. As soon as she opened her mouth to cry out to Nicoya though, one of his tentacles lashed out and stuffed itself into her beaked maw. A split second later another grabbed her by one arm, and a separate one by the other. Several more wrapped around her shell and wriggled their tips inside to tease at the tender and sensitive flesh normally out of reach by conventional means, while others still simply encircled the turtle and lifted her clean off the ground. Practically the only place they did not venture was her crotch, leaving her pussy woefully unmolested as Nicoya's own bound nether regions continued to hump futilely against it.

"Mmhhhnnhha-aahhh! Please!"

In brief moments when her muzzle wasn't stuffed full of writhing, throbbing extra-dimensional tentacle, Cayes found herself crying out to Nicoya almost as mindlessly as he was grunting and moaning and mewling at her. In her mind Cayes played out scenarios in which she tamed her lover's tentacles. Situations and ways by which she could bring the wild and out of control male back under control by means other than the obvious. She knew of course that if she were to free Nico from his chastity and allow him to bury a single load deep inside her pussy, he would cease to find himself so wildly out of control. He would still be driven mad with lust by the effects of the Cat's Madness, but only mad enough to spend the best part of the day writhing and humping and playing with Cayes here in this beautiful clearing. He would be able to think. To speak. To obey her as his mistress and more consciously revel in the pleasures overwhelming him.

Unfortunately though, Cayes hadn't been deceiving or teasing her lover when she said that she hadn't brought the chastity key with her. After all, much as she now would have loved to be fucked senseless by her pet time and time again, in her previously clear-headed state the turtle had known that today wasn't about her getting off. It was about seeing what would win out. Their pure, unfettered lust and love for one another, or her dominance over Nicoya as a mistress.

It was about seeing whether she could break through all that lustful savagery and passion the cat had made manifest through his tentacles, and bring him back under some semblance of control even without the orgasm that would allow his thoughts and those wild passions to become even a fraction more settled.

And now already, fantasies and dreams aside, she knew the answer to that question.

Of course she couldn't.

"F-fuck me, Nico! Take those tentacles, p-put them to work a-and... ohhhhfuck, ohhh god yes!"

There were times when it seemed like she'd gotten through to him. Moments as the morning wore on into early afternoon when he seemed to do exactly as she asked, but in some of the few words that Nicoya spoke throughout that day he soon made it clear that anything he was doing was for him, not her.

No fewer than three intertwined tentacles ploughed their way violently in and out of Cayes' stretched and well worked pussy, the turtle held aloft amidst a forest of writhing, thrashing, glistening tentacles encircling and rubbing against her while Nicoya lay beneath, staring up at her and panting with unceasing, fevered longing.

"If... I c-can't cum... you'll cum for me. You'll cum until I am satisfied, as long a-and... as hard as it takes."

A single purple tendril flicked back and forth across Cayes' clit. A thicker white tentacle thrust in and out of her beak, twitching and throbbing like the most glorious prehensile member, as unceasingly needy as the cat from whom it had sprung. The trio inside her thrust together at some points, and separately at others, making the turtle shriek, sob and scream in repeated orgasmic joy as floods of arousal gushed from inside of her while one thrust deep, the other pushed rapidly in and out, while the third slapped itself down over her g-spot and remained there, throbbing and rubbing solely at that hyper-sensitive patch of flesh.

There came a point of course where Cayes realised that she was beaten. A moment arrived, somewhere between an unknowable number of the turtle's orgasms and that same unknowable high number plus one, when she realised that she wasn't going to be able to wrangle control back from the frenzied and unstoppable force of her lover. After that realisation, Cayes only had two goals. First, to wear Nicoya out. To let him fuck her, let him have his way with her for as long as it took to drive him to a state where, satisfied or not, he would be unable to continue through sheer physical fatigue. And secondly, perhaps more importantly than the first goal... to ensure that orgasm or not, Nicoya enjoyed this experience every bit as much as her.

Thus, they went on together.

Nicoya flung Cayes around in his tendrils. He hoisted her high into the warm afternoon air and pressed her down against the cool forest grass. He teased her with the softest of touches, and he fucked her senseless over and over and over again. He pleasured her in every way his simplified, lust-driven mind could conceive. He toyed and worked every hole to perfection with his tentacles, his hands, his muzzle, all in the hope that somehow a fraction of her satisfaction would transfer over into the locked, bound, ceaselessly drooling zone of his chaste and denial-stricken loins.

He waited for his body to tell him that enough was enough. That he was satisfied. That he was done.

Afternoon turned to evening.

Evening to night.

Still he hunched over Cayes, her weary body trembling as they lay wrapped up in each others arms, panting, whining, exhausted and spent... but still not done. Between them, mimicking the action of Nicoya's cock, a single tentacle fucked Cayes as the rest lay limp around the winged cat whom they had served to exhaustion.

A few minutes later a single sharp, almost anguished scream escaped Cayes as she was driven to one last unstoppable orgasm, and then, finally, they were done.

Nicoya's lithe body collapsed, limp and unconscious over the turtle, and before Cayes could even try to brush her beak against her lover's own panting muzzle in one final loving kiss, she too felt the last vestiges of waking sanity slipping away.

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When Nicoya awoke, he wasn't surrounded by trees and flowers and lying upon a bed of soft grass. He was sitting upright in the passenger seat of Cayes' land rover, the engine humming and the turtle giggling as she looked over and saw him blinking bleary-eyed in his current state of not-quite-wakefulness.

"Morning."

They were still amidst the trees as they drove along a quiet woodland track, not heading all the way to their home but to the small, out-of-the-way cabin that had served as home for the last few days of this countryside vacation. Even if they'd been driving through the middle of a city though, Nicoya probably wouldn't have noticed that he was still stark naked aside from his chastity device, or that Cayes was the same. All he could see was the turtle's face in that moment Her beautiful smile, lighting up his own face brighter and more gloriously than the morning sun shining through the open windows on his side of the vehicle.

"I..."

The cat blushed as he found his voice escaping him in a dry croak. He shuddered, squirming in his seat as a brief flash of memory reminded him of all the crying out he'd done the prior day. Still though, he cleared his throat and fought to say what needed to be said. What couldn't wait even a few seconds more.

"I love you."

The turtle beamed as she drove, and took just a moment to look back at Nicoya directly and meet his gaze with her own.

"I love you too, kitten."

She paused for a moment, then continued.

"And... when we get home I'm going to unlock you, and show you just how much."

Nicoya's eyes bulged. He whimpered bashfully. He may have slept for a good number of hours last night, but he was still sore, still exhausted from yesterday. Cayes seemed to recognise his plight however, because she giggled and nodded towards the glove compartment before him.

He opened it up, and withdrew what came tumbling out from within. A small cloth package of yellow and purple scraps. It took the cat a few moments to identify them as the remains of his and Cayes' dresses.

"Open it up."

The turtle murmured like a mother instructing her child to unwrap a birthday gift, and she giggled as Nicoya began to do so with equally child-like enthusiasm.

When he saw what was inside though, when the sight reached his eyes, and the scent reached his nostrils, he stared at the turtle in shock. Not in dismay exactly, but stunned and overwhelmed for sure.

He stared down at the handfuls of Cat's Madness blooms contained within the little parcel, then back at Cayes as she squirmed in her seat, picking up speed slightly as they drove back towards home. Towards their bed, and the key to freeing Nicoya's body from its chastity as the count-down resumed.

"O-one hour."

Cayes moaned to the man she adored, her dear pet and the love of her life.

"One hour... a-and then... oh god, Nico. I had so much fun yesterday. But... it's like I said then. Underneath it all, you know you're more than my pet. And... a-as wonderful as it was to feel you pleasure me, to see you go mad with how desperately you wanted to make love to me? Underneath it all, Nico... once we got started I just wanted to be able to tear that thing off you, and let you fuck me. To let us make love... o-over... and over, without restraints or rules or... or any control whatsoever."

The turtle clicked her beak together sharply, pressing her thighs together as she wondered how damp the seat beneath her was going to be by the time they got home.

"And soon..."

She glanced over once again, towards where Nicoya was sitting still holding those flowers, still staring down at them as from his sides tentacles were already beginning to sprout and writhe in anticipation.

"...soon, this time around, there'll be absolutely nothing to stop us."

By Jeeves

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