Trading Heaven

by StormKitty

This story copyright © 2012 by StormKitty.

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"Arthur, kneel!"

Even though the command wasn't directed at him, it took Tom completely by surprise. In the moments before it was spoken, the fox had become increasingly puzzled by the looks and the nonverbal cues that were being exchanged by Chama and Joelle, but this command and the tone in which Joelle had spoken it, along with the expression on the cheetah's face as he slid off his seat to obey, took his puzzlement to a new level. But he barely got a chance to start pondering this before he got another shock.

"Travis, kneel!"

This command came from his own Mistress. Chama didn't use the same commanding tone Joelle had used. She didn't need to. Any time the ocelot addressed him as Travis using that firm yet seductive voice, her command was like a caress to his psyche, one that he was powerless to resist. That wasn't really true; he had enough presence of mind to argue or object if he had good reason to, but it only took him a split second to decide it would be pointless now that their secret was out. He placed a lot of trust in his Mistress and quickly deduced that he should trust her now and play along. The fox pushed himself off the chair to kneel before Chama, gaze averted downward.

The raccoon and the ocelot smiled at each other. "Oh my, don't they just look so lovely?" said Joelle.

"Very lovely," Chama replied. "So many fun things we could do with them."

Now kneeling before his Mistress, the red fox dared a sideways glance at Arthur, and saw the same look on the cheetah's face that he knew was on his own: You too? In his mind, he started piecing together some events of the past several weeks...

* * *

Tom lay flat on his back. His jaws were starting to ache and his mouth felt dry from holding it open for most of the last half hour. It's not the dentist's chair that's uncomfortable; it's the things they do inside your mouth while you're sitting in it that make it so. Today's visit was just a checkup, and Holly, the dental assistant, was doing what she needed to do. Scrape a little plaque, discover a few sensitive spots and hopefully not any tooth decay or gum disease. He had plenty of experience at being in uncomfortable positions, and this wasn't bad at all compared to some of those he allowed himself to be subjected to at the bidding of his Mistress.

The rabbit finished scraping, then aimed a jet of water where she had just been working. Immediately Holly inserted the suction tube into his mouth to draw away the excess water and saliva, along with whatever matter she had dislodged and rinsed away from his teeth. "We are almost done," she said. "I'll notify Dr. Sakora that you're ready for him to see you and I'll begin flossing."

Holly scooted her stool away briefly to summon Dr. Sakora via the office intercom system, then returned her attention to him. She produced a length of dental floss that she began working between the fox's teeth. Moments later, after the flossing was completed and the results were rinsed away, Dr. Sakora arrived. "A beautiful day," said the cheetah. "One I'm sure you'd rather be spending anywhere else than a dentist's chair."

"Can't disagree with you there," said Tom. "Just doing what I have to to keep my choppers in good shape."

The dentist had him open his mouth and did some probing around, talking dental jargon with Holly about what he was observing and what she had found while cleaning. He set down his tools and examined the x-rays that had been taken at the start of the visit, and finally smiled back at the fox. "Have you had any other problems with your mouth?"

"I've had a few folks tell me they don't like the words that come out of it."

Dr. Sakora laughed. "I'd help you with that if I could, but that's a whole different specialty."

Tom grinned. "In my specialty it can't always be avoided. But other than that, no, no other problems."

"Great. From what I can see, you're in good shape. Just keep doing what you're doing, brushing and flossing regularly," the cheetah replied. "I will see you again in six months."

Holly thumbed the control to bring the back of the chair upright. "Will do," said Tom. "Say, I have a slave who's due to get a checkup."

"Really, you have a slave?" Dr. Sakora replied with a perk of his ears.

"Yep. Got her a few months ago."

"I have one too. Her name is Joelle, and she happens to be filling in for my receptionist today."

"I'll have to ask her if she knows mine."

Moments later, Tom was at the front counter with a new toothbrush and a sample-size tube of toothpaste in hand. "Joelle?"

She looked up. "Yes, what can I do for you?" Joelle was a cheerful and attractive raccoon.

"I need to set up my next appointment six months from now, and I have a slave who is due for a checkup."

"Okay, let's get you taken care of first" said Joelle. She opened the appointment calendar on her computer and they briefly discussed and agreed upon a date and time, which she added to it. "So what is the name of your slave?"

"Chama Salinas."

The raccoon perked up. "Ah, I know Chama," she replied.

"That doesn't surprise me. She knows most of the slaves in the area."

Joelle made a few more keystrokes on her computer. "She's been a patient here before. The address we have on file for her is 57 Alder Bluff Road. I think that's the del Mar estate. I heard she had been sold to a new owner." Joelle looked up. "So it was you?"

"Yes, Chama lives with me now," Tom replied with a smile.

Joelle nodded. "I'll update her address, and I have an opening two weeks from tomorrow at 10:00 am. Will that work?"

"That should be fine."

"All right, Mr. Graydon. We have her down and we'll be looking forward to seeing her."

* * *

About a week after Chama's dental visit they were sitting at his dining table talking. "Tom," she said, addressing him by his proper name. "I've discovered another pleasure slave and owner who have the same kind of inverted relationship we do."

"Oh really? Who is it?"

"I'm not really at liberty to say. Her owner has the same confidentiality rule that we do."

His question had been a spontaneous reaction. He studied the ocelot. "But you already know who each other and each others' owners are?"

Chama twitched an ear and glanced downward. "We are both discrete. If nothing comes of it, no one else will ever find out."

Tom nodded. "Okay, that's understandable, but you've got me curious if it's anyone I know."

Chama's face didn't betray an answer one way or the other. "With your permission, sir, I can arrange a meeting. Are you willing to come out to them as Travis?"

In his mind, Tom went back and forth. He had only had Chama as his slave and Mistress for a few months and was still being very careful to whom he disclosed the nature of their relationship, but evidently so was this other owner. It didn't surprise him that another slave owner with a similar arrangement would be taking similar precautions. But he also wanted to expand their circle of trust to include others they could at least talk with openly about it and possibly include in their play, and this might be as good an opportunity as any. "As long as the two of them agree to keep it in confidence, we will do the same for them."

"I am sure they will but I will make certain of it."

* * *

Joelle's eyes roamed over Tom and Arthur. "So now you know," she said to Arthur. The cheetah nodded in reply, and Tom realized he was too. Joelle smiled at him. "I see that goes for both of you. You may speak freely."

"Dr. Sakora..." Tom uttered.

"So it's you," Arthur replied. "I never would have guessed you had it in you."

Tom looked at Joelle. "You didn't seem at all like the type when I met you at his office."

The raccoon gave him a lecherous grin. "Just wait!"

"Now that we all know about each other," said Chama, "we know both of you have confidentiality rules."

Tom and Arthur looked at one another. The fox spoke first. "In this I will speak for Chama and me. We will keep your relationship confidential."

"And Joelle and I will keep yours confidential," said Arthur.

"Good," said Joelle. "Now that that's dealt with, how about we compare calendars and decide on a good time to trade pets."

Tom swallowed and nodded.

Chama gave Arthur a predatory grin. "I hope Joelle has as much fun with Travis as I'm going to have with you."

"Travis?" asked Arthur, puzzled.

"Tom's slave name."

Arthur glanced at Tom, and nodded to Chama. Joelle didn't react, suggesting Chama may have already shared that bit of information with her.

A brief discussion ensued about dates and weekend plans and openings. Both already had plans for the coming weekend, but both were free the following weekend, so the exchange was agreed upon.

Joelle fixed her gaze upon the cheetah. "So Arthur, would you be willing to engage in sex with another male if I wished you to, or if another you've agreed to serve such as Chama asked you to?"

Arthur's tail gave a twitch. "I am not sure, Madam Joelle. I will need to give it some thought."

Chama looked at him, glancing at Joelle. "Travis and I already figured that one out. When Tom said he wanted to be my pleasure slave, one of the things I told him..."

Arthur blinked and looked at Tom. "You're her pleasure slave?" Tom nodded. "Whoa, you took it even deeper than I did."

Chama continued. "One of the things I told him was that a pleasure slave doesn't always get to choose their partners. When I worked for Miss Bianca, I had to serve whoever requested me or that I was told to serve, no matter whether they were male or female. There were reasons I was allowed to refuse to serve someone, but gender wasn't one of them. Bianca expected her slaves, both male and female, to be fully bisexual. Now Tom very much prefers ladies, but he also understands that if he's going to put his heart and soul into being a pleasure slave, he has to be willing to cross over that line, which he has agreed to. So what we would like to know, Arthur, is where you stand in that regard."

Arthur looked at Tom. "Have you... with any other males?"

Tom nodded. "Just one."

"So far," Chama finished for him. "Arthur, you don't need to answer just now if you're not sure. Take as much time as you need to think about it and discuss it with Mistress Joelle."

"Likewise, Travis, or should I say Tom, if you have any concerns," said Joelle, "you and your Mistress should talk."

Even as Tom and Arthur were being lucid during this discussion, they had both remained in the kneeling position. It was Tom who spoke next, but only after slipping back into his Travis persona. "So how may I serve you, Mistresses Chama and Joelle?"

Chama smiled at him. "Travis, Mistress Joelle would enjoy a demonstration of what you can do with your tongue!"

The fox's ears blushed but he smiled and turned toward the raccoon, who smiled back at him. "I certainly would. Come over here. Arthur," she said, turning to the cheetah, "show Madam Chama what you can do with yours."

* * *

Tom put the transmission into park and turned to Chama. "Are you ready for a new pet?"

Chama nodded. "Oh, for sure. The real question is, is he ready for me? And what about you, Travis? You ready for a new Mistress?"

He grinned at her. "I can hardly wait!"

"Let's go find out if they're as eager as we are."

He fetched her bags from the back seat of the car and they stepped up to the front door of the dentist's home, ringing the doorbell. Arthur opened the door, displaying a subdued sense of anticipation. Behind him, Joelle had an almost predatory look. "Good morning. You made it!" said Arthur.

"A lovely morning it is. I wouldn't miss it for anything," Tom answered as he and Chama stepped inside.

For the next few minutes they reviewed the mundane details of their arrangements for the weekend. Tom was bringing Joelle back to his home where she would be staying that night and most of the next day. Arthur would bring Chama to Tom's place the following evening. That gave Chama and Joelle nearly two full days to spend with each others' pets.

When their discussions devolved into small talk, they knew it was time to get on with the weekend. Arthur and Joelle hugged and touched noses. Tom and Chama did the same. Chama gave Joelle a hug as Tom picked up Joelle's bags to carry out to his car, and the two of them departed.

Chama looked at Arthur. It was that awkward first moment that they were alone together. He looked back at her and briefly met her eyes before he swallowed and averted his gaze downward. Without a word or any prompting he lowered himself to his knees.

Chama's eye ridges went up. "Anxious to serve, are you?" she said. "I haven't even told you to submit."

Arthur glanced up at her, tilting his head. "But you're going to, right?"

Chama reached out a hand to stroke his head, caressing along his jaw with her fingertips. "From the look of you, I don't need to," she cooed, her voice getting smooth. "It appears to me you already know what you want."

Arthur leaned his head into her touch. "Well, umm, I guess..."

Chama smiled at his incoherence. "I do so enjoy having a handsome guy such as you submit to me totally, for me to use, to tease, to have pleasure me, and to pleasure in return." She padded around behind him as she spoke, hand caressing from his jaw to the side of his neck as her other hand reached out to touch his opposite shoulder. She could hear his breathing pick up. "But before we can do that, one of us needs to speak the words that say you will submit to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

Chama waited for a long pause, and her caressing hands slowed to a stop. "Has Mistress Joelle not taught you well?"

He tilted his head back to glance up at her. "What do you mean?"

"Which of us needs to speak those words?"

Arthur blinked. "Hmm? Oh, I see. Madam Chama, I wish to submit myself to you."

The caressing resumed. "So you DO understand. Very good." Her hands roamed over his shirt, down from his shoulders to his chest. She found his nipples and briefly teased them. "Tell me what your safeword is, Arthur."

"Seashells."

She leaned down to nuzzle between his ears, and her voice remained smooth. "Wonderful. With those words, and that safeword, you are now free to let go of control and submit yourself to me."

His breath caught again. "Yes, Madam Chama."

"Now, Arthur," she continued, "how do you think you should be dressed for me?"

His ears canted. "Naked?"

"An obvious choice," she purred. "But it has to be an answer that feels right to you. So is that what you think?"

Arthur stammered. "I should wear whatever you wish me to wear. That is what would... feel right," he finally replied. "What do you wish?"

"What do I wish? Well now, your answer is a good one to start off with." She gave his ears a rub, then withdrew her hands. "So, out of your clothes, and when you're undressed, you can show me where you keep all your toys and your bondage paraphernalia."

"Yes, ma'am," he replied as he began unbuttoning his shirt.

"I brought a few things of my own too."

* * *

When they arrived back at Tom's place and were inside, the first thing Joelle did was to remove her overshirt, revealing a shiny black top that hugged her body and her breasts, with only thin straps over her shoulders. In combination with the raccoon's mask-like facial markings, the effect was quite stunning. Tom was not easily surprised but the look on his face the instant he first laid eyes on her did not escape her notice. "Down on your knees, slave! Travis, is it?"

Travis quickly complied. "Yes, ma'am. Travis is my slave name."

"Did I give you permission to speak?"

Travis blinked and started to answer, but caught himself in time and shook his head.

"You learn quickly. I can already see Chama doesn't do some things the same as I do. Now, Travis, tell me your safeword."

He looked up and met her eyes. "Pumpkin." He returned his gaze downward.

Joelle nodded to him. "Very good. Do you like being hugged, Travis? You may speak."

"Yes I do, Mistress Joelle."

"Then you're going to love what I have for you to wear, but first you need to get undressed." She turned to open the garment bag he had carried inside for her moments earlier. "Get to it. Don't keep me waiting!"

Travis made haste in getting out of his clothes and setting them neatly aside. As he finished up, he watched Joelle pulling an outfit from her bag. At a glance it looked similar to the one she was wearing. Having already been chided for speaking without permission, he fought the temptation to ask about it. Mistress Joelle was being a lot stricter about dominatrix protocols that Mistress Chama usually was. He got back onto his knees and waited as she removed the garment from its hanger.

"Kneel up, and hold your arms straight up, hands touching."

He did so, and Joelle stepped forward to slide the outfit over his arms, down over his head, tugging and sliding it further down a little at a time until his head emerged and the top of the garment was beneath his arms. It covered him all around his midsection from his chest down to his hips. "Do you know what this is, Travis? You may speak."

"Yes ma'am. It's a corset."

"You're very smart. Stand up and put your hands on the wall." Travis stood and faced the wall, placing his hands on it at about eye level. "Hands up higher. There you go, now hold still until I tell you you may move."

While he stood there, he could feel her tightening laces and buckles on the back of the corset. She was cinching it quite snugly around him, and more than once after he exhaled, she would tighten a buckle or give some laces a tug, and when he drew in his next breath he would find it difficult to draw it in as deeply as the one he had just let out. Sometimes he would let out a groan as he felt the pressure increase on his ribcage and around his stomach. These were met by tsks and other sounds of disapproval from her. Clearly, Mistress Joelle already knew how tightly she intended to cinch the corset around him and wasn't about to let him decide for her. The process of getting it fit to her satisfaction seemed to take a long time. "There, that looks just about perfect," she said at last. "How does it feel? You may move and you may speak."

Travis dropped his arms and turned around. "Tight, but not too uncomfortable," he replied.

Joelle smiled, looking him over as he rotated his body. "I'm glad you think so. For a slave like you, it shouldn't take you very long to get used to it. And I like that look on you." She tapped her lip with a finger. "Just one more thing before I have you fix us some lunch..."

"How long..?"

She cut him off with a stern look. "You spoke without permission. Down on your knees!"

Travis quickly complied. As he did so, he noticed how much the corset tightly about him was restricting his range of motion and how awkward it felt performing even a simple act like kneeling.

Joelle stepped in front of him. "Wash my feet," she said. "With your tongue."

Bending over to comply proved to be even more awkward. He could feel the way the corset forced him to take even shallower breaths when he was bent at the waist. Thankfully, Joelle kept her feet flat on the floor, which he took to mean cleaning off the tops of her feet would be sufficient. He had to catch his breath several times as he licked off the top of one foot, then the other. He sometimes had to angle his head in order to make his tongue strokes work with the lay of her fur, and he discovered that because of how the corset limited his ability to twist his upper body, it placed a greater than usual strain on his neck.

"That's enough, Travis. Straighten up, and do not forget your place again. Next time I'll make you clean the soles."

With a bit of a struggle he knelt back up, nodding to her.

"Do you have a thong or a G-string? You may answer." she asked.

"I have several, Mistress."

"Good. Go put one on. Black leather or rubber if you have it. And I want those butt cheeks uncovered!"

"I have..." He cut himself off when he saw the glare she was giving him.

Breathing wasn't difficult, but climbing the stairs was enough to remind him of his inability to breathe as deeply as normal. He knew just the black leather thong to wear, which he fetched from a drawer in the exercise room that also served as his playroom. As he bent over and stepped into it, pulled it up, and fastened the strap in the rear around the base of his tail, he was discovering how many ordinary movements had to be done more carefully with the tight-fitting corset about him, yet he couldn't take too long as Mistress Joelle was not one to be kept waiting.

He returned downstairs to find her holding a crop in one hand, tapping it gently to her opposite palm as he reappeared, making him acutely aware of his exposed rear. "Stop. Stand still," she ordered. The raccoon looked him over, eyes lingering on the thong for several seconds. She reached out a hand to caress his package in front, trailing her hand over his buttocks as she walked around him until she was in front of him again. "Very nice. To answer your question, I intend to have you wear the corset for the rest of the day, until we undress for bed tonight."

The fox swallowed and nodded.

Joelle noted his reaction, smiling back at him. "Now, foxie, are you ready to have some lunch?"

Travis nodded again.

"I am too. Until the next time I command you to kneel or submit, you may move about and engage in conversation freely. I can help out with lunch."

He let out the not-so-deep breath he had been holding, and smiled at her. "Thank you, Miss Joelle."

Joelle let the crop dangle at her side. "You have a lovely place here."

"It's not much but I make do."

The raccoon looked around and laughed. "Are you trying to be modest?" Tom might not be the richest man in town but he could certainly afford nicer than cheap hand-me-downs. "I like some of these pictures."

"I have a couple of favorite galleries downtown. Chama has helped me decorate since I've had her. It helps her feel more at home and I like some of her choices."

"It's very nice! She's fortunate to have you."

"I am fortunate to have her. Chama has made my life interesting, in a very good way." He padded toward the kitchen. "What are you in the mood for today. Does tuna salad sound good?"

Joelle smiled back. "Tuna salad sounds wonderful. Be careful how much you try to eat."

Travis looked down at the corset, running his hand over the front of it, noting again how it felt around his midsection. "Thank you for the warning."

* * *

Arthur didn't think he'd ever had so many leather straps around his body at once. His wrists and ankles now had cuffs with D-rings on them, and his tail had two such cuffs, one at the base and the other near the tip. Currently only the tailbase cuff had anything attached to it, but he was well aware of how easily Madam Chama could make use of the others on a whim, as she already hinted she probably would. The harness about his midsection had no less than seven straps connecting at two rings in the middle of his chest, with a strap going over each shoulder, and two around each side, one below the armpit and the other at about the bottom of his ribcage. He had seen harnesses like this on others and in pictures before, but this was the first time he'd worn one, and none of those others had the final strap this one did. It led from the lower ring to a leather cage that was about his cock and balls. The cage had been among his own supply of toys, and Madam Chama had been pleased to discover it attached easily to the harness. The straps of the harness all connected in back to a main strap down the middle, which also connected to the cuff on his tailbase.

Finally, he was wearing the collar that had been gifted to him by Joelle when he first submitted to her, a collar he was proud to wear anytime he submitted to her or anyone else. Since that first day he had knelt and submitted to Joelle, he had come to enjoy and appreciate the ways the raccoon had taken charge of him and made him her obedient pet.

Chama was different. This ocelot Madam was turning out to be a challenge in a way he never expected.

Arthur knew he wanted to submit when he had acquired Joelle as his slave-turned-Madam, yet there was always a part of him that imagined he should somehow resist, fight back, try to free himself from doing her bidding. He knew of course on an intellectual level that he could do so at any time with a command or a safeword, but that part of him liked to believe it was her commanding presence, her demeanor as she stood before him with her crop in hand, that kept him intimidated into submitting. He often imagined a doorway that led to his freedom, with Joelle standing between him and that doorway, daring him to try to get past her. That mental image was enough to keep that part of him placated while the rest of him chose to submit to her whip and her will, to bend over and touch his muzzle to her feet, to be her plaything, to wear whatever she chose to dress him in.

And then there was Madam Chama. She didn't order him to kneel and submit the way Madam Joelle did. Chama wasn't going to stand between him and that imaginary doorway to freedom. Chama wasn't going to help him placate that part of his psyche that thought he should resist. Madam Chama was different. She stood aside, giving him a clear pathway to that doorway, leaving Arthur on his own to turn away from that doorway and submit to her and the allure of submission she represented. It meant admitting to himself more plainly than ever that he didn't want to escape. It was the freedom represented by the doorway, versus the freedom of letting go of control. It was easy to obey when Madam Joelle simply took charge and bound him up. Chama didn't work that way. She touched him and spoke gently, filling his mind with images of being bound up, touched, and used, until he wanted it so badly he was ready to beg her for it.

The cheetah didn't resist at all as Chama pulled his hands around behind his back and hooked both wrist cuffs to his tailbase cuff with a short length of chain. Chama's hands roamed over his chest. "Such a lovely, muscular body you have," said Chama. "The harness makes a nice accent on you, and you look even more handsome and tempting when you're bound up. I'll bet you know how to please a lady."

"I try to, Madam Chama."

Her hand caressed its way lower, where his erection was already growing and the strap around his scrotum made his balls stand out prominently. She had touched his male bits earlier when she was putting the leather cage on, but this time she was being more intimate in her touches, lighter, making soft purring noises that told him she liked what she felt. "You must be good at it. Joelle doesn't seem the sort to suffer a pet who doesn't know how to please her."

Arthur's breath caught at the touches. "She has taught me well."

Her hands continued to explore, eliciting gasps from him, soon bringing him to a full erection. "I'm glad to hear that."

Arthur remained still as long as he could, but Chama's fingers seemed to know just the right way to touch him, and in time he began to shift and squirm as the light caresses over the most sensitive parts of his cock continued. He began to think she might keep up the tease until he reached a climax, and suddenly began to wonder if he should ask for permission to cum.

She stopped and withdrew her hand. "You'll get to put this to good use later," she said. Arthur was panting by then, not sure whether to be relieved or disappointed that she had stopped. "Bend forward," she said as she pushed his upper body forward gently with one hand, the other on his chest to help guide him down. "Now stay there," she said once his chest was against the floor.

Chama left him in that position while she perused his stash of toys, returning a couple of minutes later with a butt plug and some lube. "Let's add one more thing to your repertoire," she said as she lubed up the toy and touched the tip of it to his opening. "Now relax," she said as she began to work the tip inside. "It's one of yours." The plug wasn't huge, but it was large enough that he had to work at relaxing his sphincter as she pushed and twisted it into that opening a little at a time. His breathing picked up and he let out some groans as the toy stretched him. Chama caressed his rear and lower back; she was patient but she wasn't going to back off easily. At last, the widest part slipped past his sphincter and the toy was seated properly inside him. "There you go. Give yourself a few minutes to adjust, and that should feel real nice." She then added a couple more leather straps to hold the plug in place.

Would it have felt nice anyway, or did it feel nice because she told him it would and he wanted it to?

* * *

Did women really used to wear these things every day?, thought Travis. He had been in the corset for several hours now, and Mistress Joelle wasn't showing any indication of changing her mind about when to let him out of it, which meant he had several hours to go. It made the most ordinary movements feel awkward, and the tightness and the pressure all about his midsection were feeling quite oppressive. He'd barely been able to get down half of the tuna salad sandwich he'd prepared for himself at lunch and ended up offering the rest of it to her. She declined and explained to him that although one cannot eat as much at a time while wearing a corset, one can eat more smaller meals to make up for it, and he'd probably be hungry for it later.

The corset was a challenge, but it was the kind of challenge he loved. Though new to him, it was no more difficult than many of the challenges Mistress Chama had subjected him to, which he had faced and overcome. He had even invited such challenges. In some of them, he had spent as long or longer bound in ways that restricted his movement more than this. The corset felt like an oddly different sort of bondage, one that allowed him the full use of his arms and legs while very much giving him a sense of being bound.

That's not to say it was all smooth sailing. Being bound normally meant he was allowed additional time or latitude to obey any commands he was given, but since his arms and legs were unencumbered he wasn't allowed that latitude, and several times he had moved too slow to obey one of Mistress Joelle's commands or groaned a bit too loud as he complied, resulting in him feeling her crop on his exposed rear. Even the act of reaching his hand back to feel how sore he was getting from those lashes had earned him two more and an admonishment that his rear was hers alone to touch. He had to settle for discerning how sore it was based on how it felt when he was allowed to sit, which so far indicated he wasn't that sore, but then it was still early in the weekend.

Neither the corset nor the crop deterred the fox from giving her that eager to please look. She seemed disappointed that he hadn't misbehaved badly enough to earn another foot-licking, but Travis was patient, willing to bide his time until she allowed him an opportunity to suggest something. The raccoon knew how to be intimidating, but Travis wasn't easily intimidated. Kneeling at her feet, he looked at her, smiling, obediently silent, ready for whatever she had in store for him next.

Joelle looked down her muzzle at him from the couch and tapped the crop on her thigh. "What am I going to do with you?"

Perhaps it was the opening he had been looking for. "Are you asking for suggestions, Mistress Joelle?"

She sat straighter and scrutinized him. "Don't try me, Travis. I know how to handle a pet!"

"As you have well demonstrated." His smile was unwavering.

Her gaze lingered on him for a long pause, but finally her expression became less severe. "So you've aroused my curiosity. Speak!"

Travis nodded. "I have a nice big tub upstairs. I would love to give you a bath, scrub out all of your fur, dry you off and brush you out."

Joelle's eyebrows went up and after a thoughtful pause, smiled back at him. "That sounds like a wonderful idea, and I'm going to take you up on it," she replied. Then quicker than it had vanished, the stern expression returned. "When I'm ready to let you out of the corset, and not a moment sooner. Now, hands and knees in front of me. I need a footrest."

* * *

"Should I let you cum this time?" Chama crooned softly into his ear.

Arthur had lost count of the number of times she had brought him close in the hours he had been bound up. He knew his desperation had to be showing through by now. He didn't want to beg, but it was becoming more difficult to fight the urge to do so. There was no doubt in his mind that she knew exactly how her teasing was affecting him.

It had been necessary for him to go lucid at one point and ask her to free his hands for a few minutes so he could make phone calls to two of his patients to ask how they were faring, including one who had received a root canal the day before. For patient confidentiality reasons he had to ask Chama to leave the room during the calls. Despite the mental shift involved in handling a dentistry matter, the temptation to touch himself while his hands were free had been strong. It was a relief to have the temptation removed when the calls were done and Chama rebound him. Since then the periodic teasing had continued and he was becoming increasingly desperate.

"I want you to be pleased, Madam Chama," Arthur replied.

"I know you do. I was asking what you think," she said, stroking his head and his ears gently.

"I need release. I want to cum!"

Chama smiled and purred. "I'm almost ready to let you. Stay right here and keep thinking about it." She left the living room, leaving the cheetah to wonder what 'almost ready' meant she was still planning to put him through.

She returned with a hood and more leather straps. The hood he was very familiar with, as Joelle had taken all the measurements to have it custom made for him. It was comfortable and fit his head perfectly, blocking out his vision and severely muffling his hearing while leaving his mouth unobstructed. Chama fitted it over his head and after getting it adjusted properly, secured the buckles in place. The leather straps were attached to the back of his harness just above the tail, and to his ankle cuffs. He couldn't tell how long the straps were but his legs were otherwise unrestrained.

For the next minute or so, all he could hear was some rustling sounds that the hood made difficult for him to make out, until he felt Chama's touch on his neck and shoulders and heard her voice. "Arthur, can you hear me okay?" He nodded his head. "Good, because I'm naked and I'm ready for you to fuck me." She slid her fingers down the front of his body to give his cock a few more of those teasing strokes. "But first you have to find me. Stay right here and count out loud to forty. No counting fast either. When you're done counting, you may begin searching."

While he was counting aloud, Arthur tried his best to listen but the other feline was quiet and he didn't get any clues. After reaching forty, he began searching by feeling his way around the room at random. He started off trying to walk, but quickly discovered the straps she had attached to his ankles were only long enough to allow him to walk in a deep squat. It wasn't the most comfortable way to move, and he found himself alternating between that and scooting on his knees. The smell of the hood, together with Chama having been all over the room throughout the day, made it useless trying to track her by scent. He moved about the room, checking on and around all of the living room furniture, but did not find her. He switched to the dining room, searching the perimeter of the room first. He didn't think she could have hidden beneath the table without him hearing her move chairs while she was hiding, but finally he decided to check, nudging a chair aside to poke his head beneath. Her scent grew strong, and then he bumped into her shoulder.

"You found me!"

"How did you get under here without making any noise with the chairs?"

Chama chuckled. "You want me to give away my secrets? Let's go back to the living room. It'll be more comfortable and we'll have more room. You may pick the position."

Arthur didn't respond right away, and when he did, it was with a question. "Will I still be bound?"

"I will take off whatever bindings you need removed for your position of choice," Chama said as she crawled out from beneath the table. She continued back to the living room, moving slowly enough for Arthur to keep up.

The cheetah followed. "Facing, me on top," he finally replied when they were back in the living room.

"Excellent choice." She removed the two leather straps, enabling him to move his legs freely, and uncuffed his hands. "Hmm, shall I remove the hood too?" she thought aloud.

"It's your choice, Madam Chama, but I have yet to see you naked."

"You're sure? I would hate it if you didn't like what you saw." There was a hint of teasing in her voice.

Arthur sighed and smiled. "Madam Chama, there is no doubt in my mind that I will like what I see."

Chama chuckled softly and purred. "You know how to flatter a Mistress. All right, I'll take it off." She did, giving his head and neck more gentle caresses as she unfastened the buckles. She was in front of him when she lifted the hood free, holding it high enough to show off her breasts before setting it aside. She winked at him when she saw his eyes admiring her.

"You are truly a sight to behold," he purred.

She struck another pose, giving him a warm gaze. "Let's see, we need some padding on the floor. Can we use the couch cushions?"

"Your choice, Madam."

"It's your couch, Arthur."

"Then let's use them." He removed the cushions.

While he was arranging them on the floor, she hugged him from behind, taking advantage of the opportunity to run her hands over him, caressing his maleness and teasing his nipples to rebuild his anticipation. "Such an eager cheetah. Are you ready for your reward?"

"I want you to enjoy it too, Madam Chama. May I please get you as warmed up as I am?"

Chama lay back on the cushions and smiled up at him. "Why thank you very much. Yes, you may," she purred, spreading her legs.

Arthur crawled up her body and started licking her neck, caressing her body lightly with his hands. His touch started on her tummy and moved upward to explore her breasts. He wasn't sure how rough she liked nipple play and was reluctant to pinch them very hard, so he settled for rolling them back and forth between thumb and forefinger, which she enjoyed enough to get her squirming. His muzzle moved its way south and he was soon using his tongue on the ocelot's breasts, using one hand on the opposite breast while the other began exploring between her legs. He switched sides as he was getting her steadily more worked up. Chama began moaning from the treatment and he could feel her folds getting slick, so he slid down further, breathing deeply of her scent before tasting her. He lapped up all the fluids he could reach as her body continued to produce more. Chama curled one leg around his back and stretched her other leg along his body until she found his maleness, caressing it with her foot, finding it as ready as it had been most of the day.

"Are you ready for me, Madam Chama?"

"Take me, Arthur!"

He slid back up and covered her body with his, smiling down at her as his organ touched her slit. With no hands and only a few wiggles of his hips he got the tip inside her, and a few more wiggles later he was most of the way in. His eyes were on her face, admiring the changes in her expression as he worked it deeper inside her. "How hard, Madam?"

Chama was panting. "We're both felines. Don't hold back!"

Arthur started slow, but only long enough to make certain he had his hips angled just right before shifting into higher gear to ride her hard and fast. Her legs wrapped around him, urging him onward as she began to cry out her pleasure. "Oh gods, yes!"

The cheetah kept it up for a good two minutes. Despite the teasing he'd had all day, he was still wearing the leather cage around his cock and balls which inhibited his climax and made him work harder for it, which in his mind only meant he could enjoy her longer before it was over. While he was still building up toward that climax, Chama tensed and mewled as she had one of her own. Arthur didn't want to lose the momentum he was building and Chama didn't seem to mind when he kept going full steam. By the time he finally reached that peak, Chama was in the throes of another, or perhaps it was one long one that had never quite ended. Even as Chama's cries hinted at being in pain, he couldn't stop himself. Arthur's moans were loud and hearty, as the day's buildup was at long last being unleashed. He slowed only after he had spent his last.

Her cries had not gone totally unnoticed, and he looked down at her with concern. "Are you okay? I'm sorry if I got a little..." She reached up to pull his head down closer to hers. "...carried away."

His voice trailed off as he felt her tongue stroking him gently on the cheek. "I'm fine. And you were wonderful!" she purred.

Arthur studied her, then nodded. "Thank you. I was afraid I hurt you."

"That's how I like it. Felines, remember?"

The cheetah purred. "I guess it's been too long."

* * *

The raccoon's fur was rougher than the feline fur he was used to tending. Travis was glad Joelle had brought her own fur shampoo and conditioners, saving him the trouble of figuring out which of his or Chama's would work best. Once his hands got to work scrubbing her neck, shoulders and upper back, it didn't take long for her to relax into his ministrations and let him attend to her. These were some of his favorite moments as a pleasure slave, making the one he served feel good in simple ways. He took his time, paying careful attention to all parts of her body. When he was finished with her he still had to wash himself while she relaxed. She offered to help only once when he was trying to work his fingers through the fur in the middle of his back. When all the washing was completed, he was grateful for the few minutes she allowed him to relax in the tub with his eyes closed.

He opened the drain and used a hand sprayer to rinse the remaining soap out of both of their fur while the tub drained, until at last the tub was empty and most of the water had dripped out of their fur. He fetched towels and dried her off. Here she proved more willing to return the favor. Joelle's touch was different than Chama's but it felt just as caring.

Travis picked Joelle up and carried her over to his bed, placing her gently on it. The fox had a sneaky idea he was hoping to try before she got a chance to give him another order. Since one of her punishments for misbehavior was to have him lick her feet, he wondered how she would punish him for licking her feet without permission. He had little doubt she would come up with something, but his feisty side could not resist the temptation.

Once he had her was settled on the bed, he crawled on with his head near her feet, and took her left foot in both hands. He started off rubbing it gently, giving her a foot massage. She hadn't asked for one but she didn't resist and it was soon evident she was quite enjoying it. He switched feet to begin working on her other foot. When the raccoon began to trill softly, he decided it was time to move ahead with the rest of his plan. He brought his muzzle up to one foot and began licking.

Joelle let out a yip of surprise and looked down at him. "Travis, what are you doing?"

"I'm washing your feet, Mistress Joelle," he answered, and continued.

She appeared to have a moment of indecision about whether to allow him to continue. Travis was good with his tongue, good enough that she evidently didn't want him to stop. As he kept the foot and ankle cradled gently in his hands and continued to work on other parts of it with his fingers, he was soon working his tongue between her toes and the pads. He switched to her other foot to give it similar treatment.

As Travis found the spots that got the most response from her, Joelle couldn't help wiggling her foot and letting out giggles and trills. These were soon mixed with moans and other sounds of pleasure. Travis had licked Chama's feet on several occasions, and while the ocelot had enjoyed it, it was not especially a favorite of hers. However, as Travis was quickly discovering, Joelle absolutely loved having her feet licked, and it wasn't just the sounds she was making that led him to this conclusion. His nose twitched to the scent of her growing arousal, and he looked up between her legs to see her cunny becoming slick and puffy. He continued to pleasure her feet with his tongue while trying to figure out the best way to get his muzzle up to that treasure.

He didn't get the chance. "Up here beside me now. On your back!" Joelle commanded.

Travis didn't flinch as he quickly complied with the order, scrambling up beside her to lie on his back. He almost spoke before realizing he probably shouldn't without permission.

"I see you've gotten hard already," said Joelle, pushing his upper body down against the mattress as she shifted position to straddle him. "That's good. It means you won't have to keep me waiting."

Travis nodded. He had gotten a good look at her body while washing her, but lying beneath the raccoon who was now back in her take charge mode, he was seeing her from a very different viewpoint. It was a good angle from which to view the nice shape of her breasts, and the look on her face was almost feral as she positioned herself over his cock. She used one hand to get his tip nestled against her wet slit. Rubbing it against her and panting heavily, she got the tip of his cock just barely between her folds, then with one sudden movement impaled herself on it. "Give it to me good, slave," she cried, leaning forward as she started to ride him.

He didn't hesitate, and immediately began making energetic thrusts upward into her. For all that Joelle had maintained a commanding presence all day, it was nice to see her let go and display some of her unbridled lust. She was humping him quite enthusiastically, demonstrating that she knew how to flex her inner muscles to increase both his pleasure and her own. Although Travis had greatly improved under Chama's tutelage in his ability to hold off his climax, Joelle was enthusiastic enough that he wouldn't be able to keep it at bay for very long. He soon felt his knot swelling. "Permission to cum?" he asked.

While Travis continued doing his best to keep himself in check, Joelle's thrusts intensified and she let out a cry of pleasure as he felt her cunt spasm around him. In mid-climax, she had a moment of clarity when she looked down at his eyes, then lowered herself fully onto him, taking the knot inside. "Permission granted. You lasted well!"

"Thank you, Miss Joelle." With his knot inside, she moved her hips back and forth while he kept his thrusts shallow. His moans escalated. Finally he arched his back and cried out, giving a hard thrust into her as he unleashed his torrent of sperm, squirming his hips upward and about as his cock continued to twitch inside her.

Their movements slowed until both of them felt well spent. With their bodies against each other, they let their breathing slow, basking in the afterglow.

Suddenly, Joelle slid off of him and off the bed, standing beside it and looking down at him. The stern expression was back. "On your feet!"

He jumped to his feet and stood before her.

Her hands were on her hips. "You licked my feet without asking or being told to!"

Travis tried his best to keep a straight face, though a smirk crept through. "And you enjoyed it, Mistress Joelle."

Her gaze darkened. "You were out of line, so you must be punished. I know how badly you want to eat my pussy, so now you're just going to have to wait until it's time to wake me up in the morning. Now turn, face the bed, bend over, and don't move!"

He obeyed while Joelle fetched her crop from among her clothes where she had undressed for the bath.

Tom hadn't been sure whether his behind would be sore enough for him to feel it in the morning from all the times Joelle had used the crop on him up until then. The twenty lashes she gave him as punishment left no doubt.

Was it worth it?

Oh, yeah!

* * *

The irony was not lost on Arthur that he had to ask permission to sleep in his own bed. Chama had removed everything she had put on him below the waist but had left the leather harness on. They had exchanged a bit of banter about cuffing his wrists together for the night and he considered it exceedingly generous of her to allow him to sleep without doing so. After that he had decided it would be pressing his luck to ask about removing the harness.

Such were the recollections that went through his mind when he slipped quietly out of the bed to use the bathroom sometime before sunrise. Upon his return he felt Chama slip out of the bed for the same reason. He had closed his eyes and was getting himself relaxed, drifting back toward dreamland, when she returned. She scooted up behind him and reached over to pull one arm, then the other behind his back.

Cuffed again. So much for being exceedingly generous. Although he didn't turn to look at her, he could just feel the smirk on her muzzle as he fell back to sleep.

His arms and shoulders were stiff when he next awoke. It was one of those moments when he thought he must be crazy to enjoy submitting and being bound up as much as he did. But he also knew he would rather serve someone who wasn't afraid to mess with his mind, push his limits, or make him uncomfortable at times.

When he looked around, Chama was out of bed and had just finished pulling her robe on. "Are you ready to get up, sleepyhead?"

"Yes, Madam Chama."

"Good. I'm going to go make some coffee," she said. "While I'm doing that, make the bed, then come join me in the kitchen so we can figure out breakfast."

"Eh, Madam Chama, my arms are still cuffed."

She nodded. "Yes, Arthur. And if you do a good job, I'll remove them."

He looked at her incredulously. "Buh..." He stopped himself.

Chama tilted her head. "That's not too much of a challenge for you, is it? I've had Travis make our bed when he was not only cuffed but muzzled as well. I could blindfold him and cuff his ankles and he'd still figure out how to do it."

Arthur's ears flicked, and he finally nodded. "No ma'am, it's not too much of a challenge."

* * *

"Oh Travis, that is such a wonderful way to wake up! That really got my blood flowing." The raccoon reached down between her legs to stroke the fox's ears, a very satisfied look on her features

Travis smiled and licked his muzzle. "You were heavenly to partake of, Miss Joelle, and it was my pleasure to get you going in this manner."

Joelle leaned forward. "Go and prepare our morning meal while I make some preparations for getting you dressed today."

Travis slid a leg off the bed and stood up, still naked. "Are you going to put me in the corset again?"

Joelle narrowed her eyes and reached over to the nightstand for the crop. "Don't make me start in on you already, Travis. Now go!"

He had already planned out what he was going to serve for breakfast. It took a few minutes to prepare but at last he had a tray ready with bowls of fruit and granola oat cereal for each of them, along with glasses of orange juice. He also started the coffee maker but it was still brewing and he didn't want to keep her waiting.

He returned to the room to find that Joelle had unfolded and set up one of his TV tables, which she was seated behind. Whatever preparations she had made for dressing him were not readily visible. He placed silverware and a cloth napkin on the TV table, then served her a bowl each of the cereal and the fruit, and a glass of juice. He went to set up one of the remaining TV tables for himself, but she stopped him. "You may sit on the floor," she said.

Travis nodded and set the tray on the floor in front of her, kneeling and looking up at her. She met his eyes and nodded. "You may eat."

They enjoyed a quiet breakfast together. When the coffee was finished he left to fetch cups for both of them, returning with cream and sugar for her to add to taste. More than once during the meal she extended a leg and used her foot to stroke him on his head or shoulder or whatever part of him she could reach. On some of those occasions he turned his head to rub his muzzle against her foot. He would have licked if he hadn't been eating.

When they were finished with the meal, Joelle dabbed her muzzle and rose from her seat. "Excellent. It's time to get you dressed." She pulled back the bedspread to reveal what he would be wearing - a French maid's dress. "You are going to be so lovely once I have you all done up!"

He looked over the outfit. In addition to a short black dress with a bib, the outfit included a petticoat, long gloves, a headpiece, a choker, fishnet stockings, a garter belt, and a pair of panties. "That looks... very interesting," the fox said.

"Is this your first time being dressed as a woman?" asked Joelle with a smirk. "I can promise it won't be your last if Chama and I continue trading pets."

Travis gave her an awkward smile, his ears betraying a slight blush. "There's a first time for everything."

Joelle fixed her gaze on him. "Then you should know I have some rules about males wearing dresses. Once I make you pretty, you are to wear it well and keep it pretty. And nothing looks more unseemly than a dress tented by a hard-on, so if you don't want to be in chastity you had better keep it under control."

"Yes, Miss Joelle."

Maybe it wasn't such a bad thing that the panties looked like they were going to be a tight fit.

* * *

Chama and Arthur sat across the table from one another, enjoying a hearty breakfast of scrambled eggs and sausage. She had not only freed his hands but had removed the harness he'd been wearing since shortly after her arrival, and he now sat naked at his dining table. That she was dressed and he wasn't was the only sign of her being in the dominant role.

"I hated you for months after my first couple of visits," she said.

"Hated me, or hated what I had to do?" he replied.

"You and your assistant. What's her name?"

"Deanna if it was a coyote, Holly if it was a rabbit."

"Holly, then. Yes, I understand you were doing your job, and Miss Bianca wanted my teeth clean. My family didn't have much money to spare when I was growing up and we couldn't afford luxuries like dental care, so I hadn't seen a dentist in over ten years."

"That unfortunately is a problem for many people. Too many people."

"I think Holly must have spent an hour scraping. My teeth hurt like hell when she was done, and they were sensitive for at least a month. I couldn't hardly drink anything hot or cold. And to top it off, I had to come back two weeks later to get four fillings."

Arthur looked back at her and shrugged. "I regret that it was so unpleasant for you. We do our best to minimize the discomfort."

Chama sighed and nodded. "Yes, I understand that. Miss Bianca said my smile looked so much nicer afterwards. I still have trouble sometimes with sensitive teeth, especially right after they're cleaned, but never again like that first time."

"It should improve over time, but if it continues to be a problem for you, let us know. There are things we can do to help." He gave her an awkward smile. "After all, you're now in a position to take it out on me."

Chama perked her ears, then scowled at him. "Arthur, kneel!"

The cheetah blinked, then swallowed and complied, keeping his gaze downward.

Chama leaned forward and extended a hand to lift his chin, meeting his eyes. "Let's be clear on one thing, Dr. Sakora. When you're my dentist, I expect you to do what's best for my teeth in your professional judgment, even if it's not always pleasant for me. So let's make a deal here." After seeing Arthur's nod, she continued. "Whatever happens at the dentist's office, I promise never to take it out on you as a domme, if you promise that no matter what I do to you as a domme, you won't take it out on me as your patient. Do we have a deal?"

Arthur nodded. "We have a deal, Madam Chama. I was just kidding when I said that."

She gestured for him to retake his seat. "Yes, I know, but some things are too important not to clear up."

Arthur sat back in his chair and leaned on one elbow to gaze at the ocelot with a warm smile. "Chama, I want you to know that you remind me why I enjoy my profession. If you had gone another ten years without proper dental care, you'd have advanced gum disease and would be on the verge of losing your teeth if you hadn't lost some already. I am glad I was able to keep that from happening, and the pain you went through is far less than it would have been if it had. We fixed your problems, and now I can look at you and your smile and know that your teeth are going to be healthy for many years to come."

Chama smiled back at him. "Thank you, doctor. You sound a lot like Tom when he talks about why his law practice is important to him."

* * *

Travis stood still while Joelle endlessly primped and adjusted the French maid's uniform on his body, even going so far as to groom the fur of his tail. He was accustomed to the fur on his arms and legs fluffing freely, so it felt odd the way the gloves and the stockings kept his fur flat against him. The choker felt very different from the collar it had replaced. The panties were snug over his male bits, enough so to help keep his arousal contained. Not that being dressed this way was particularly arousing to him; it just felt... different.

Joelle was humming and smiling all the while as she worked on him. He could see the glimmer in her eye as she made sure every part of the outfit looked just so. She gave the headpiece a critical eye, then reached up to give it a slight adjustment. She studied it again, then nodded. "There, everything's perfect. You make a beautiful maid, do you know that?"

"Do I really?"

"Of course you do. Come look at yourself in the mirror."

Although he didn't have a full-length mirror in his room, the one he had was enough for him to see what a sight he was. "Oh my..."

Joelle grinned at his reaction to himself. "There's just one more thing you need to complete the outfit." She reached into her bag and produced a feather duster. "Here you go," she said, handing it to him. "Carry this with pride. I put a lot of work into getting your outfit just right, so remember I expect you to keep it that way. If I have to fix anything..." She picked up her crop.

He nodded to her. "Yes, ma'am. At least it's more comfortable than the corset."

Joelle nodded. "I can hardly wait to show you off to Chama and Arthur!"

Travis swallowed uneasily.

* * *

At both ends of town, Sunday was not so much a day of scenes and challenges as it was a day of living as dom and sub. Tom and Joelle could have passed as a couple or as roommates if one could overlook that he was dressed as a French maid and carried a feather duster while she carried a crop. If caught in a moment of relaxation, one couldn't help noticing that she sat on a chair or couch while he knelt on the floor. There were times when she ordered him not to speak unless spoken to, but much of the time she allowed him to converse freely.

Arthur and Chama had settled into a similar arrangement. Chama was dressed while Arthur wore his collar and nothing else. She had not so much ordered him to remain undressed as seduced him into choosing to. They also conversed freely, but on numerous occasions throughout the day, Chama exercised her prerogative to study and explore his body, touching it wherever and however intimately she wished to. She might pose him, take in his scent, or find other small ways to remind him that he was hers to use at her whim. He remained undressed until it came time to pack and load up Chama's belongings for her return to Tom's place.

* * *

Travis tried not to look embarrassed when Arthur and Chama first arrived, but couldn't hold back the flush of his ears when Chama stopped in her tracks and her eye ridges went up as she gave her fox a lingering gaze. Arthur gave him a quick look over but his reaction was minimal. Evidently he knew Joelle well enough to have expected this.

Chama gave Arthur one look, and without having to voice a command, the cheetah disrobed. The look Joelle gave Travis was all he needed to know she was back into her domme role. The two males knelt beside each other and looked up at the two Mistresses. Neither spoke. Joelle turned to Chama. "Travis carries that maid's uniform well, don't you think?"

Chama again studied him. "He certainly does. Don't you agree, Arthur?"

The cheetah glanced sheepishly at Travis. "Yes ma'am, maybe as well as me," he said to Joelle. Out of the side of his mouth he said to Travis, "It's the first time I've seen it on someone else. Did she mention my pet name?"

Travis looked curiously at Arthur. "No, she didn't. What's yours?"

"Audrey."

Travis blinked, and bit back a smile. "You're a dentist and your pet name is Audrey?"

"And if he's ever cruel to his patients," Joelle deadpanned, "I'm going to feed him to a plant."

"How many dresses do you have?" Travis asked.

"Several," he replied. "A sailor dress, a schoolgirl uniform, a couple different cocktail dresses..."

"More than enough to dress up both of you," said Joelle with a gleam in her eye.

"Any Lolita?" Chama asked.

"Not yet," Joelle replied. "The frilly ones we want are kind of pricey."

Chama looked between Arthur and Joelle. "So what did you two decide about male on male action?"

The raccoon and the cheetah's eyes met before Joelle looked back at Chama and responded. "Arthur says he's not ready to do anal but he's willing to try almost anything short of that."

Travis and Chama both nodded. "I think that allows us plenty of options," the ocelot replied. "Let us confer for a few moments."

The two ladies huddled and spoke of various possibilities in hushed tones while the two males waited patiently on their knees. Their discussion seemed longer than it was before the Mistresses finally looked back at their pets. "Okay, boys, here is what we've decided," Chama began. "This will be a chance for both of you to practice fellatio. You're going to lie beside each other in a sixty-nine, and have a contest is to see who can make the other cum first. Your hands will be cuffed behind your backs. So the first thing we have to do is get you prepped."

"Travis, come upstairs with me so we can get you undressed," said Joelle.

Although Joelle didn't rush, it took her a lot less time to get Travis out of the dress than she had spent getting him into it. A few minutes later they were back downstairs, and both males were once again kneeling with their hands cuffed behind their backs. "Both of you, bend forward and lift your tails," Chama instructed. "We have one more thing to do to get you ready."

Joelle continued for her. "Since you won't be using your tailholes tonight, we've decided to plug them up."

Arthur looked up at Joelle. "I didn't bring any of my plugs."

Joelle grinned back at him. "I came prepared," she said, producing one of them from of the bags she had brought downstairs.

Chama had also fetched one of Travis's plugs. Each Mistress lubed the plug she was holding, and they were treated to groans as they worked the plugs into their respective slaves' tight rear openings. Once the plugs were properly in place, Arthur and Travis knelt upright. "Any questions, boys?" asked Joelle.

"What's the reward for winning?" asked Travis.

"Ah, yes, thank you for reminding me," said Chama. "The winner gets their plug and cuffs removed after the second part of the show. The loser wears them until morning."

Travis sighed and nodded. Arthur perked his ears. "Second part of the show?"

Joelle spoke up. "Our reward to both of you for playing along. When your little contest is over, you get to watch Chama and I get it on."

They were helped into position on their sides and scooted close together, each one's muzzle near the other's cock. Travis thought Arthur looked as awkward as he felt. "One last rule," Chama announced. "No scooting away from each other. If you do, you won't enjoy the ways we have of chaining you together so you can't. Now get ready for the start signal."

Travis and Arthur both made minor adjustments until each of them had the other's cock within reach of his tongue. Travis could feel Arthur's breath on his sheath as he inhaled the scent of the other male.

"Go!"

Travis immediately got to work on the cheetah's cock with his tongue. Although he had become quite skilled at pleasuring a female since becoming Chama's slave, there were differences between males and females that he had to think about. Some of the same skills applied and he knew what he enjoyed having done to him, so it wasn't difficult to adapt his oral technique. He immediately got to work teasing the underside of Arthur's shaft, trying to coax it all the way out of the feline's sheath to full hardness. He had no idea how good Arthur's control was, but thanks to Chama's endurance training he was confident his tongue could last a lot longer than Arthur could hold back.

If Arthur had any inhibitions about servicing another male, he wasn't letting it hold him back now. He wasted no time getting Travis's cock head in his mouth and was working it over nicely with his tongue. The combination of the warmth and the gentle vibrations of the cheetah's purr were having an effect on the fox. Arthur clearly knew a thing or two about performing oral.

The two of them kept at it for a couple of minutes. More than once Travis caught himself almost slipping into tease-and-prolong mode, and had to remind himself that his objective was to get Arthur to climax as quickly as possible. Arthur wasn't having that problem that Travis could tell and was making it quite a challenge for Travis to keep his body's response in check. The fox kept his focus, keeping his lips and tongue busy on Arthur's cock. Soon he was tasting precum.

Travis knew Arthur was getting close when he noted the cheetah squirming his hips more as his cock seemed to harden further. Almost there, thought Travis as he kept up what he was doing. Just keep it down a few seconds more, he thought to his own cock as he closed his mouth warmly around the other's cock, feeling the barbs stiffen on it. At last the cheetah let out a loud moan as his cock twitched and sprayed the first jolt of cum into the back of the fox's throat. Travis thought he'd be able to swallow it all, but decided instead to open his mouth wider while keeping his tongue busy; he was very close himself and wanted to make certain Chama and Joelle saw Arthur climaxing before he reached his own.

"Travis wins!" he heard Joelle announce just as he felt a glob of Arthur's jism land on his cheek. With that out of the way, he went back to taking the cheetah's cock inside his mouth. He didn't get a chance to swallow before his own climax hit, and by the time he was through moaning and panting through his pleasure, most of Arthur's cum had leaked out around his mouth. Travis was impressed with the way Arthur kept going with his mouth, giving the fox the best climax he could even knowing he had already lost. He thought it spoke highly of the cheetah's determination to serve in his role well.

Moments later, the two males were kneeling up, facing the ladies. "Congratulations, Travis," said Chama. "You win, so you'll get to sleep tonight with your arms and your tailhole unencumbered."

"Yeah, but just look at them," Joelle added. "Arthur took it all and kept his mouth clean, while Travis's face is a mess!"

Arthur and Travis looked at each other. "That almost makes losing worth it," said the cheetah.

Travis tilted his head. "Whatever do you mean?"

Arthur raised an eyebrow. "Slut," he uttered as he turned back to face their Mistresses.

Joelle spoke up. "Okay, boys, feel free to get more comfortable while Chama and I have some fun."

Chama and Joelle scooted together and began rubbing their muzzles together. Joelle parted her lips enough to let her tongue slip out. Chama did likewise, and their nibbles and kisses soon escalated into full scale muzzle licking, tongues playing off one another, and finally their mouths joining in a deep kiss. While their mouths were busy, their hands got into the action. Chama started caressing Joelle's sides, soon moving on to her breasts. Joelle's hands began roaming over the outside of the ocelot's shirt before sliding beneath it. Chama made a show of pinching the raccoon's nipples through the shirt before she too slid her hand under to continue the treatment.

It was Joelle who first pushed Chama back on the couch to push her shirt up so she could use her mouth on Chama's breasts. Chama responded by hooking one leg behind Joelle and squirming her hips in a most enticing way. Having performed at many of Mistress Bianca's parties, Chama knew how to put on the kind of performance that would titillate an audience. Chama reached as far down Joelle's back as she could reach, and was just able to get her hand beneath Joelle's skirt, where she squeezed the raccoon's behind, teased around her tailbase, and finally began exploring her mound. Joelle slid her hand up between Chama's legs, caressing her thighs on the way up, until she reached and began teasing the ocelot's mound and giving her all the more reason to move her hips.

The two switched places. Chama took her time enjoying Joelle's breasts and teasing her pussy. Joelle's reach wasn't as long and all she could do to return the favor was to tease Chama's tailbase. She pulled Chama's shirt up over her head, leaving the ocelot topless. Chama slid her body back up, helping Joelle out of her shirt along the way, and the two now topless females shared another deep kiss and hug. Their hands were now freely roaming over each other's tails, rears, and mounds. Chama's shorts and Joelle's skirt were soon off, leaving the two of them in only their panties.

For the next few minutes, Chama and Joelle took their time rubbing their bodies against one another. Each would spread her legs to let the other hump against her, then they'd trade places and do it some more. Travis and Arthur were close enough to be treated not only to close up views of how wet and sticky both of their panties were becoming, but to their combined arousal scent as well. Finally the two ladies stopped long enough to remove their panties.

"I know just the place for these," said Chama as she draped her panties over Arthur's muzzle, making certain the wettest part was directly over his nose while his eyes were unobstructed.

"Good idea," Joelle replied as she did likewise with hers over Travis's muzzle. "Now keep them right where they are. You won't want to miss this part."

Chama and Joelle resumed their mutual humping for a couple more minutes, giving the boys a nice unobstructed view of their glistening pussies rubbing against one another. Then they shifted into a sixty-nine, with Chama on the bottom and Joelle on top. With both of their legs spread wide, each worked over the other with her tongue. They didn't have to act like they were enjoying it, as both were very good at what they did and the room was soon filled with the sounds of their escalating moans. The licking, the squirming, the teasing and the moans continued until each of them experienced a wonderful climax at the tongue of the other.

After some time to cool off, the two of them sat up, smiling with wet muzzle fur at their audience. Joelle glanced downward. "Hmm, we must have done something right. You're both hard again!"

"After a show like that, how could we not be?" said Arthur.

"I think the panties helped," Chama observed.

Travis smiled behind the pair draped over his face. "We knew how displeased you would be if we weren't," he said.

Joelle looked uncertainly at the fox, and saw his smirk. "You're incorrigible."

Travis was undaunted. "Would you like us to clean you up?"

* * *

Chama smiled at Tom. "Joelle was right. You're quite lovely as a woman!"

Tom leaned on his arm with a weary expression. "As much time as Joelle spent on me, she could make anyone into an attractive woman."

Chama laughed. "Not just anyone, but she sure tries." She met Tom's eyes. "How did you feel being dressed as a woman?"

Tom let out a chuckle. "It was different. I felt funny. And embarrassing when you and Arthur arrived."

Chama nodded. "I could tell. Hmmm, maybe I should start dressing you up as a woman too. What would you think?"

There was a flicker of concern in his eyes, but he thought for a moment before answering. "I enjoyed it with Joelle because of how much she enjoyed dressing me up. I like doing whatever pleases the one I am serving because it's enjoyable to them. It doesn't necessarily have to be something I like in itself, as long as it's not on my never list."

She reached out to stroke his arm. "Yes, it's like we've discussed before."

"If you decide one day you want to put me in a dress, I won't say no, but I've already begun to think of it as a Mistress Joelle thing."

Chama smiled at him. "Okay, I see your point. But if you ever have to lose weight again, I'm going to borrow that corset."

"The corset!?"

Chama gave him a predatory grin. "Yes, the corset, and you won't be allowed to eat anything except when you're wearing it. That'll be a lot easier than having to spoon-feed you."

He glanced down at his waistline. "Yes, Mistress Chama," he replied, looking back up at her. "It's a good thing my weight's okay right now." And that, he didn't say, would be an incentive to keep it that way.