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I was instantly suspicious of the message. Not that it was going to be malware or a scam, but if my girlfriend was sending me videos while I was still at work, there was no way they were going to be safe to look at. We have a great relationship now, even if there'd been some rocky readjustments over the last couple of years. I'm a lesbian, got no interest in guys, and she's extremely pansexual, with an exuberant interest in anyone who might be interested in her. We'd had some discord over that, a lot of it to do with me being all twisted up about one really important thing.

I love Carol, but I can't be everything she needs, and just between us, because telling even a single soul this is pretty scary, I love watching. The first time was... intense and conflicted but really, really hot, and since then it's been easier to be honest with myself about it. And she knew before I could even start to figure out how.

So videos from her could be anything from blowing me a kiss in the most endearingly romantic way to mid-fuck with all the squishy sounds and barking one could ask for. It was really hard to guess, so it was always better to wait until I could check them in private.

That meant lunch, and I ate my rice and beans quickly, stuck my earbuds in, and leaned into the corner of the breakroom with my back to the wall. That was safe enough to hit play.

Not as dirty as I'd feared (or hoped) just Carol's hands and what looked like rope. There was another voice, too, unfamiliar and feminine. I realized pretty quickly that it was a class of some sort, that Carol was learning how to use that rope in intricate ways.

The video was short, only long enough to really grasp what she was learning, and I had to get back to work. I spent the rest of the day distracted, trying to really mull over the implications. That she intended to tie me up was never a question. But to what end? Neither of us was hugely into the BDSM stuff, though it was fun enough in its own ways. An occasional spice, not a staple of our love life.

New technique could be fun, but the nagging question remained. Why? She had a reason, she always did, even if sometimes that reason was "I want to see the look on your face" and nothing more. That was probably how this was going to go. She just wanted to tie me up and see what that did.

Oh boy, was I wrong.

I got home as usual, about six. The sun was still up, late summer is like that, and we had a ton of light pouring in through the west facing windows. Pretty great to lounge in, even if mice are way less prone to that than cats. Surprisingly enough for a Friday, Carol didn't have someone else in our apartment, Just her, waiting for me, perched on the couch with her tail wagging fast.

"Clothes off! Now now now! I've got so much we've gotta try!" I laughed and started stripping down, only got halfway before she was helping. "Helping" rather, since she pinned me to the wall by the wrists and kissed me hard before I'd even got my blouse all the way off. I heard a seam give out when she pushed, but that was part of the budget. I didn't usually wear clothes I would miss without telling her ahead of time for just this reason. Second Hand was generally less stressful to get ripped off of me or, uh... stained.

Slacks and the remains of my blouse went to the floor, bra too, but she stopped my hands from getting to my hips. "Those stay. For now. Come over to the couch, I wanna make you lose it but there's prep. On your knees, lean on the arm of the couch, get comfy." I did as told, heard her voice drift into our bedroom then come back out. Nose under my tail, she pulled my boyshorts down to mid thigh and just started licking happily away. Enthusiastic husky, and quickly had me breathing heavy, pretty comfortable but really feeling the way her tongue was sliding in and out, finding all those really good spots.

I felt something slid into me that wasn't tongue, but just as familiar. We'd gotten a pair of these really low profile remote control vibrators. They fit inside and cupped over the front, too, and had maybe a half dozen independent vibrators with a lot of fine control and long battery life. Great for teasing each other in public, or playing with Carol while she was playing with someone else.

They also left room for penetration, too, a fact emphasized by the addition of my favorite dildo, a short, little thing with a big knot that she could inflate, and did pretty quickly. I like the combo, it gets that buzzer stuck in nice and tight and nothing's going to fall out because that's what knots are for, right?

I wasn't really expecting the next bit, where she pulled my panties back up, patted my ass, then grabbed me by the shoulder and pulled me into the spare bedroom. It gets a lot more use as a play space than guest room these days, and that was clearly in play now, there was stuff everywhere. Rope, a lot of it. And she wasted no time at all putting me in some. The first handful of minutes there was a lot of rope going on me, but nothing restrictive at all, it was all just body harness stuff. I couldn't follow exactly what was going on, but it was sort of like assembling a one-piece bathing suit made out of net, but without any knots or sewing. There was absolutely no way that I was getting those toys out of me now, not with rope holding them in, on top of everything else.

But with that harness it took her like three seconds to take me from mobile to helpless! Wrists to hips, ankles to thighs, knees to shoulders with a short tether and me laying on the bed just completely unable to do anything. I could squirm a lot, but she didn't leave me a lot of time to do that.

She was on her phone, and I felt the toy kick to life with the kind of low and easy vibration that wouldn't get me off but would definitely get me hot and bothered, then lifted up her skirt, straddled my face, and started grinding panties against my muzzle.

Of course I started licking, what kind of idiot do you think I am? She tastes good, I like that she barks when she cums, and it's not like there was anything else I'd rather be doing. She didn't give me a lot of choice in the matter, and it took barely any time for an already excited husky to go from ready to set to gone and making those panties a sex-reeking mess.

"Don't you worry, mousie," she panted, "that's not the last one by a long shot." The doorbell rang, and she sauntered away. The vibrations notched up just a little bit, ran for a moment, then came back down, and I heard faint conversation. Carol and two other voices getting closer. Male voices. Familiar ones, but I couldn't place them too well.

"...right in here, boys. We've got the guest bedroom now so we don't make a mess on my mousie's nice, clean sheets. Just on my mousie."

"Oh hey, this is new." A face leaned over into my field of view. It was that fox, what's his name? Derek? I couldn't remember, it wasn't important. He was one of the two guys she'd brought home the first time she'd figured out this kink of mine.

And the wolf, too, very pretty in an objective way. He was well put together, just not of interest to me, in that manner. But he was very interesting to Carol, and interested in her. "She's still not interested in guys, right?"

"No, I'm not interested in men," I started, but didn't get to finish as Carol stuffed her messy panties in my mouth, and used another chunk of rope to make sure they stayed in place. I could taste her, but thanks to the damn rope I was already starting to drool a lot, and it was only going to get messier.

"Okay boys. As I said, she gets the absolute best view of you taking turns stuffing me. I hope you're well hydrated."

The absolute best view? Did she mean-

I got that answer as she straddled my face again, squirmed a bit to get just right, and pulled her phone back up. "You just stay right there, my love. Not that I gave you any choice. Come on, Devon. You first. I'll give you some tongue to keep you from getting bored, Simon." Like he was going to get bored.

Devon was the fox, apparently, because that's what I saw coming up over my face. He used a hand to steady himself and aim, get his tip in place, then spread her around him. I had seen this view before, when I used a toy on her. And once when she got this exact shot on her phone camera, then sent it to me. It was noticeably different getting it up close like this without the remove of a camera lens. For one thing I could hear every little thing. Smell her. Smell him, too. He had brushed in some good scents when he got up today, something cinnamon and vanilla, maybe.

Mulling over scents had managed to distract me for all of maybe fifteen seconds, and he was still happily pushing his way in. Some comment about how damn slick she already was, and she laughed. "Manda got me good and ready for you. Speaking of, I ought to return the favor some." The vibrations kicked up a little. They'd been so low I'd been able to forget them in my distraction. Not going to miss them now, nope.

Simon, the wolf, chuckled. "Oh, she liked that. From your phone, too? Good thing you can multitask your mouth and fingers." That kind of fitted expectation, Carol had said something about keeping him busy while the fox did his thing.

The buzzing notched up again, from can't-be-ignored to this-is-really-good, and started to cycle between the two in slow lifts and falls. I moaned a lot, still tasting Carol's excitement on my tongue, and still seeing her get fucked inches from my face.

Then I saw her hand come back between her legs, saw her playing with her clit. It was easy to read her reactions from here, to see how she spasmed, shuddered, then quickly reached back to grab his knot in hand and squeeze. He yelped, tried to pull back, shuddered and started to buck his hips. She hadn't actually let him knot her, so there was no seal at all. And that was it for me being even vaguely clean, as some of what was getting pumped into Carol leaked out, on my face!

There was fox spunk on my muzzle! I could smell the mix of him and Carol. She wasn't clean either, but it was hard to ignore his contribution. Which I wasn't trying to be quiet about, but angry indignation was hard to communicate with a mouth full of silk and rope, and especially so when as soon as I started trying, she ramped the vibrations up hard enough to make me buckle. Good thing I wasn't trying to stand up or anything.

I squirmed underneath her and rode out the orgasm, and by the time I was able to focus again, Carol was getting plowed again. Bigger dick, different coloring, Simon the wolf was a little slower and longer in rhythm, but the mess! His thrusting was dragging the fox's seed out, dripping more of it on my face. And there was no avoiding the smells, I was breathing to damn hard, still shuddering in aftershocks. She'd turned the vibe down some, sure, but not enough to let me relax, just enough to let me recover.

I heard her bark again, heard the fox laugh, saw her belly muscles tensing and shuddering again. He was definitely swelling at the base, not enough to catch though, just popping in and out of her over and over again. Thicker every time, and again, she put her hand down and back to stop him from actually knotting her up. Still gave him something to push and pull against, squeezing him while he popped off.

Again, so much cum, dripping out of her, onto me, and again, my protests stifled with intense pleasure and moans. They held still, panting, then she pushed at him with a laugh. "Okay, you ready for round two, foxy? Lemme get rearranged a little so we can, uh..." she trailed off as she moved about, turning around over me. "Ooooh, look at you down there. I bet you're hating how much you love this." The look on my face must have said yes, because she leaned down close, licked some of the cum off my cheek, and nuzzled closer. "I'm gonna fuck you up so hard when these two are done. Assuming there's anything left of you."

I wasn't sure about that, and got rapidly less certain as she played with her phone for a moment, kicked the vibrations up again, then tucked her phone underneath me. Out of her reach and mine. There was some shuffling around, a lot of movement on the bed, and it took me a minute to figure out what they were going to do. More bodies this time, and the wolf was straddling my middle, Carol sitting over my face, and the fox on her other side. Were they going to-

Yes. Yes they were. I was going to be watching my love getting sandwiched and double-stuffed with either the best or the worst view in the house. Best, but I felt guilty about it anyway. Carol was making a lot of noise, as would be expected by someone getting her third and fourth dicking in the last half hour, and I got to see every little bit of stretch and hitch, heard the exultation when she got both of them hilted. It looked like it wasn't easy on the back side. The way she gasped when the fox bucked was interesting. I thought about trying some anal play with her. Maybe tie her up for it, she'd probably love that.

Trying to focus elsewhere wasn't happening, and the momentary distraction was abruptly cut off with a spike in the vibrations, inside me and out, persisted long enough to make me see stars before dropping down. But not enough, nowhere near enough down. It was still too high to relax from, and it kicked back up. Overstimulated mouse cried out, but couldn't be heard thanks to the gag and the noise the other three were making, and after a bit of yelling I convulsed in another powerful orgasm, just in time to catch another splatter of mixed cum from above me. Then a third orgasm without the previous one actually stopping, and I thrashed and writhed, trying to move the vibrator away, out, anything to get out from under the relentless assault.

But I couldn't get any reprieve. I was too well tied, too well stuffed, and the folks who had designed and refined that toy knew what they were doing. No-one wanted it to fall out while they were out with their partner, so of course it was very secure, even without the extra bits. Which is just me saying that my struggles did me exactly zero good, and that fourth one was way, way, way too much.

It hurt! I started crying, felt another spatter of fluids on my face, then the vibrations quit. I could still feel the phone underneath me, so maybe it had just run through the program or sequence that Carol had planned. I was still crying, though, I was an overstimulated, conflicted, tied up mouse. I was in a rough spot. But by the time I had my head together enough to look outside it, the guys were gone, and Carol was hugging me tightly, licking my face clean of all the canine cum.

"You look totally done in, Manda-mousey. All worn out and beat. I ought to take my panties out of your mouth, untie you, let you get cleaned up and stretched out and comfortable. But..."

But?

"But god, I want to do more awful things to you. I'm gonna be honest, mouse-of-mine, after that sabercat fucked your world up? I wanted to do that. I really, really wanted to make you feel like that. That's why I started taking these rope classes. Learning... so many things. I don't know if I'm really cut out for it, in a way. It doesn't come naturally, I guess. But oh my goodness, my goodness. The look you gave me, just when you came back to yourself. The best, the best!"

Hands worked on this knot or that one, letting me use my mouth again, letting me move my limbs and stretch. I didn't. I didn't even think of stretching, just grabbed her and kissed her hard. Should have ignited the sheets, left my ears smoking.

"Fuck you, bitch. Fuck you so much for making me feel that. My delicate bits are screaming, but oh my god I love you so much. Can we... talk, though? Just talk? Also can I have a blanket? I'm... chilly?"

She had one handy. "Professor said that's a thing. Especially if things've been active and heavy, when it slows down a sub can get chilly fast. It's similar to shock."

Which made sense, sort of. I knew I'd been struggling hard, but I was worn out way past that amount of effort. I felt like one of those boot camp cardio classes just did a double-feature on my out-of-shape ass. She brought me the heated blanket and wrapped it around me, ropes and all, then sat and stroked my ears and played with my hair. Lots of kisses, too.

Then serious. "I'm pussyfooting around the question I most want to ask," she was soft-voiced, nervous. Nervous? I don't think I can remember her sounding this nervous before or since. "I've been learning, reading, taking classes. All so I could feel confident in this, and now I'm scared to ask."

I leaned in closer and kissed her on the cheek, under the chin, nuzzled into her shoulder. "Do I want to be yours, in another way? In a way that involves collars and chains and ropes and breathless, overpowering sensations wrapped around your love for me, and mine for you? Is that what you want to ask me?"

She sputtered a moment, then just nodded.

"Silly dog. How could I say anything other than yes?"