A schoolgirl crush.
A schoolgirl crush.
Katya had just finished breakfast when her doorbell rang. The very moment her tea was drained, and her cup set back down on the table, her peaceful morning was interrupted by that horrible, erratic buzzing that never seemed to make just a single sound at any time. It was obviously broken, and the thought of replacing her doorbell had occurred to her before, but as most her guests tended to call first, she'd always keep a look out for them and meet them at the door. She had slept in today, which meant that she had her breakfast at eleven and that she hadn't even gotten properly dressed yet. As a temporary solution, the girl found herself a long robe, soft terrycloth with 'Sunrise Resort' printed across the back, one obviously "borrowed" from a hotel at one point or another.
Needless to say, the tigerwolf was curious, she wasn't expecting company and so she hurried to the door to lean up against the peep hole and see who was out there. The only thing to meet her gaze was a broad chest, a uniform shirt and a name-tag that read; "Dwayne Hawkins". This only made the girl's curiosity grow further, and within just a few seconds the door was unlocked and cracked open, no more than she needed to peek her slender muzzle out to get a better look at this Dwayne-character.
"Are you Miss Katya Winterfrost?" His accent was thick, southern, and the spotless smile that greeted the hybrid belonged to a stallion, well over six feet tall and in extremely good shape.
"I am," the girl replied quietly, and most curiously. Dwayne would have to be both deaf and dumb to miss the stifled excitement in her tone. She was sure he worked for some sort of courier company, and a quick look over the uniform would reveal "Runners 'R Us" written across the front of his cap. "If you can dream it, we can run it." It all seemed like a rather silly slogan to her, but as a polished metal briefcase was brought out from behind the stallion's back and handed over to her, along with a clipboard and a shipping form, it became much less so. Usually, things brought to her by such companies would be in cardboard boxes.
"I'm told the combination's supposed to be your birthday," Dwayne told her.
"Sign here please and I'll be on my way." He said, and gave her a pen.
Katya did, of course. Why wouldn't she? Once she handed the clipboard and pen back to Dwayne, he smiled that same, blindingly bright smile at her once more, before he finally turned on his hooves and clopped back to his van.
Now, there she was, with a rather heavy briefcase in her hands, without even as much as a clue to the contents. With a bump of her left hip, she closed the door, a swift motion of nimble fingers turned the lock, and then she hurried inside to have a look. The heavy briefcase landed on her table with a loud clatter of porcelain and cutlery, and she winced a little bit at the sudden noise whilst fiddling with the combination lock. Her birthday, four digits on either side, was entered, and just as Dwayne had told her, it clicked open. Would she dare open it? It could be a bomb for all she knew, but if the person that sent it knew her birthday, he, or she should at the very least be an acquaintance of hers, and she decided to take her chances.
Katya opened it slowly, little by little. The scent of leather escaped the interior of the sturdy case, and that added another little thrill to the whole thing, as she had always loved that scent. With held breath, she pushed the lid open the last of the way, and revealed nothing but a leather panel covering the contents of the case, with a white envelope resting atop it. Her name was written across the plain white paper in an eloquent, flowing font, and a small stamp with the picture of a pair of handcuffs decorated it as well, something that would soon coax a little giggle out of the girl as she took up the envelope to open it.
"Enjoy yourself, darling."
The note inside the envelope was written in that same, gorgeous handwriting, but it wasn't one she recognized. This realization brought a mild flutter of butterflies to her tummy, and she had to take another deep, deep breath to fight them off before lifting the leather panel within the case. The contents were a surprise for the girl, to say the least. A pristine, snowy white leather collar, with matching wrist and ankle cuffs were the first items to attract her gaze. Her silvery eyes widened at the very sight of these lovely items, and she soon discovered that there was a matching set of leather straps, a rather intricate ball gag harness with an attached blindfold, and a leash in there as well. As her fingers explored, they revealed a small padlock for each of these items, but curiously enough, only one key.
The girl's trembling fingers were pulled back out of the briefcase, then, the leather panel was set back in place, and the lock pushed closed. Katya's bottom lip was pinched between her teeth; the supple flesh could be seen paling underneath the pressure of those sharp points as she considered this. She couldn't just leave them there. Not after seeing them. No, she knew she had to try them on. Self-bondage was something she would very rarely engage in, but as she was on her own, she didn't have much of a choice. With the briefcase safely in her paws, she quickly stood up to move into her bedroom and toss it on the bed. The heavy thing bounced against the soft mattress, and after stripping out of her robe, she was quick to follow.
"Who ever you are, I love you already," she quietly murmured, and another little giggle escaped her muzzle. She couldn't remember the last time she felt so giddy, butterflies were apparently having a royal ball in her stomach, and the idea of wrapping those restraints about her limbs were already beginning to bring a light irresistible tingle to the apex of her thighs. She sorted the items neatly, in the order she imagined she would put them on. The key was left on her night stand, and then she reached for the collar. It was soft to the touch, the leather was firm, there was no doubt about it, but the soft lining was sinfully smooth and incredibly sensual. She turned it over in her fingers several times to take in the details; the white stitching, the pair of D-rings in front and back, and the little hasp in the buckle that would hold the padlock. It was all exquisite and quite impressive; it brought a smile to the girl's lips.
Trembling fingers opened the buckle, her chin was raised just an inch or two, and she carefully wrapped the luxurious collar about her slender neck. The roller-buckle made it very easy to tighten, the buckle would jingle with every little bit her fingers moved, until it was finally tight enough that it felt secure, at which point the buckle was closed. It felt nothing short of heavenly, the slender fingers of one hand trailed over the band of leather that was now snugly drawn about her neck, while her other hand reached for one of those padlocks. It wasn't difficult for her to find the hasp and wiggle the lock in place, and she shivered with the sensation and sound of the lock closing behind her like that, ensuring that the collar wouldn't come off until she could reach the keys.
The wrist cuffs were next, perfectly matched against the collar but with a single D-ring instead of a pair on each. While the collar was just less than two inches wide, however, the cuffs were more than an inch wider, just over two and a half inches wide and considerably thicker. She sat, cross-legged on the bed, in a casual sort of lotus position, and started to wrap the left cuff about her wrist first. That, just as the collar tightened down without a hitch, the smooth, gradual pressure about her slender limb made her inhale deeply as more of those butterflies came alive in her belly, and as the buckle was properly fastened, and the padlock clicked shut, she gave her wrist a little side-to-side twist to make the lock and D-ring rattle pleasantly against each other. After that, she naturally fastened the second wrist cuff about her other wrist, and both of her ankles soon followed.
She didn't actually attach them to anything just yet, as the sensation of those cuffs, the subtle weight of the small locks at either of her limbs was all very intoxicating. That subtle tingle between her legs had grown stronger by now, her arousal was growing with each little bit of bondage she put herself into, and even though she wasn't truly helpless, it all still felt very genuine for some reason or another; she wanted more, much more. The straps were next, two of the shorter ones were gathered up, and one draped over her legs whilst she began sliding one end of the other strap through the buckle to form a loose loop. Again, she pinned her bottom lip between her teeth, and one hand helped to lift her left breast just a little, while the other settled the strap around it, tucking it neatly in against the base of the supple mound before tightening it down.
The sensation made her shiver all over again, as the shape of her breast was distorted into a round globe atop her chest. It wasn't the first time her breasts were bound, but it was the first time she actually did it to herself like this. She had used rope, once or twice, but this was a completely different sensation, softer, but at the same time far more unyielding. Her other breast soon suffered the same treatment, once the first one was tightened down and buckled properly, and a warm tingle began to spread throughout those bound mounds. The hybrid's fingers trailed over them, gently, ever so carefully over her rapidly swelling nipples, the touch to the piercing in either one made the girl gasp softly, and her hands pulled instinctively away.
"Just.... Just a little tighter," she quietly told herself and a third strap was gathered up. This one lacked any buckles, but instead had a little carbine hook at either end, ones that would certainly come in handy now. Carefully, she attached one of those hooks to the strap at her left breast, utilizing the locking hasp as an attachment point for this, only to draw it up, across the back of her neck and back down to her other breast. She would soon find that the strap was just a little too short to actually reach all the way, however, and as she began to pull a little harder, her breast was also lifted up, and inward a slight bit, until the hook finally clicked shut through that hasp. As a result, the breast bondage she had first planned turned out to be just a little tighter than she would've imagined, as both of her tingling tits were now being drawn up and held that way by these unyielding straps.
Already, she knew that it wouldn't be long before her breasts were aching, and that she had to act quickly if she wanted to enjoy her little solo bondage adventure for very long at all. Next on her list was the gag. With the blindfold attached to the harness, she was certain it wouldn't be very easy to secure on her own, but you couldn't blame a girl for trying, right? The bright red ball was brought up to the girl's lips, and she opened up widely for it only to find that it was just a little too big, just the slightest bit that it required an extra little bit of pressure to actually go in.
Katya moaned sweetly around the thick rubber ball as she finally managed to push it past her teeth and get it settled in her muzzle, and then, with a little help from a mirror, she began fastening the straps. She blushed harshly with the sight of herself; white leather wrapped around her neck, her wrists and ankles, even her breasts, that were visibly swollen by now, her pinkish nipples instead a deep, crimson shade. Fortunately, the blindfold would come into play soon enough and she wouldn't have to see herself this way for much longer. Not one, but two of them fastened around her muzzle to squeeze her jaws down over the ball. The inner pair met at a single O-ring at the bridge of her muzzle, where another strap went back over her head, to meet a second pair that was pulled over her cheeks. These last three straps also held the blindfold, which slid smoothly over her eyes and moulded partially to the contours of her muzzle to make sure not a sliver of light would get through, as she tightened it down.
She was now enclosed in darkness, her fingers slid hesitantly away from the buckles that secured the gag harness, almost as if she were afraid that she wouldn't find them again if her paws would wander, but instead those fingers took a path down her shoulders, over her bound breasts, over ribs and tummy, and she pushed herself up onto her knees in the dark, to find herself a more comfortable position. Her ankles crossed over, and with a good bit of effort, and another few moments of blind fumbling, she managed to find a padlock, and slide it through the two D-rings in the ankle cuffs to hold her ankles together. It was simple, but certainly effective enough. It's certainly a good thing she only had one key, as having to search for the right ones would be more than a little difficult in her current state!
It wasn't an entirely unexpected discovery that securing her wrists would be the most difficult part of it all. The locks were small, and while her fingers and wrists were quite agile, she would have to push herself to reach the D-rings of her wrist cuffs with the small padlock. Little gruffs, whimpers and wordless complaints would escape her gag every now and then with her little attempts to manage this, and after what seemed like forever (while it was in fact just a couple of minutes) she finally managed to get her wrists locked together behind her back. Another soft moan escaped the girl at that point, and she gave a firm tug on her bonds to make sure she was stuck at least until she could reach the key and begin setting herself free.
Still, the girl had a good bit of wiggle room, with only her wrists cuffed together behind her, and a simple lock holding her ankles in much the same way, she could easily wiggle a little higher up onto the bed. The shifting of the mattress beneath her eventually sent the heavy briefcase over the edge of her bed, and the sudden thump startled the blindfolded half-tigress to the point of losing her balance. "MMMMPPH!" she cried out, with her tail wildly flailing to restore her balance. It didn't take her long to realize that she was going to fall, and the only thing she could do to help herself was turn her shoulder into the fall to make sure she'd land on her side. She didn't fall. Something caught her wrists just as she was keeling over, and it kept her on her knees. Another padlock snapped shut, then, and her wrists were suddenly yanked up higher behind her back, the other end of the strap that was locked to her wrists slid through the D-ring in the back of the girl's collar, and it wouldn't stop pulling until her wrists were forcibly crossed between her shoulder blades.
Someone else was in the room, and it made Katya freeze in place, she grew cold inside, literally terrified, as she could feel the stranger's fingers secure the strap at the back of her neck. She didn't dare breathe, instead she was listening intently, hoping and praying that they would speak and reveal their identity. Instead of words, a pair of arms wrapped around her from behind to pull her back against this mystery visitor, and fingers carefully explored her bound breasts.
"Mm--Mmmhmmmpph?" Katya tried to ask who it was, but of course it was useless with that enormous gag lodged between her teeth. The only thing earned in response was a slow, firm squeeze of those fingers over her breasts, it felt as it they would burst at any given moment, and a loud whine of a complaint was forced out of the helpless hybrid. Even struggling felt useless, because when she did try to twist a little bit from side to side, it only made the grip on her breasts tighten even further. Her heart was racing, her pulse was thundering in her ears, and her breathing came in short, ragged little gasps now. Who would DO this to her?! She could feel her captor's breasts press to her back, the sweet scent of her perfume tickled her nostrils, and the soft fingers that slowly began exploring her body further all revealed that it was another woman, but her identity was cleverly disguised behind that thick, sweet perfume.
"If only you could see what you've gotten yourself into," the woman whispered into her ear. Whiskers tickled her soft guard hairs, making the girl's ear twitch and flit against soft lips.
"You always were a bit of a bondage slut, but I never thought you'd go this far." Those words were emphasized by another squeeze of fingers over her breasts, as if to point out what the woman meant, but they slipped away from them again, just as quickly. A fierce blush burst to life within her cheeks at the woman's words, apparently she knew her and she recognized that voice! She recognized it so very well, but she couldn't place it!
"Hoo aaarrh yooo?" Katya asked, and a trickle of her saliva escaped from under that gag to roll down her chin, and eventually drip onto her white-furred chest.
"I'm all you've ever dreamed of, kitten," that voice replied, and those soft lips pressed a soft kiss to her ear. "And you, are all mine." Katya gasped sharply, suddenly, she knew. She knew exactly who that was. It was in that purr, that teasing tone of the woman's voice, it couldn't be anyone else. Her name was Alexandra; she was her room mate in college, the first girl she had ever kissed, the first girl that had ever tied her up.
Alexandra's slim fingers wrapped around Katya's muzzle, another pair of fingers found her right nipple, and she whispered a sharp "Ssssh!" into her ear. "Good little sluts don't speak unless spoken to," she was told, and she fell silent immediately. Apparently, Lexie knew that she had figured it out, and it was just as much of a relief as it was a shock. They hadn't seen each other in years, and this is how they would be reunited?
"Good little sluts don't cum without permission," Alexandra continued. "Good little sluts are helpless. Good little sluts do as they're told."
Katya still remembered these words from college, from when she first started experimenting with bondage, with domination and submission, with humiliation and S/M. She gave only a small nod in response to her friend, she didn't dare do otherwise, and afterwards, her muzzle was released from the other woman's grasp.
"That's a good kitten, still such an obedient little slut." She had always liked calling Katya that, for some reason. Perhaps it was because that one word always made the girl blush so prettily? Perhaps she just liked the way it rolled off her tongue? Katya wasn't sure, but somehow she had always been Lexie's little bondage slut, ever since that first time she tied her up.
It wasn't until now that she was beginning to feel the strain in her shoulders, and that previously dull ache in her breasts had become a far less dismissible thing as the mixture of endorphins and adrenaline began to wear off. Regardless of the initial shock and the panicky thump of her heart, she was beginning to relax again, the knowledge that she was in Alexandra's hands was a relief to her, it didn't seem to matter that she hadn't seen her in years; she still felt safe with her.
She could feel, and hear something being attached to the front D-ring of her collar. It didn't seem to have a practical use, as it didn't attach her to anything, but as Alexandra's fingers flicked against the thing to make it jingle, she understood what it was; a small metal tag with Lexie's name on it. Before Katya even got a chance to complain, protest or otherwise comment on things, Alexandra wrapped another one of those straps around her slender frame, across her wrists, against her upper arms and across her chest, just above her bound breasts. This pressed her hands tighter to her back, of course, and while it pushed her upper arms in against her sides, it also made that one strap that linked her breasts tighten a little bit further. Katya whimpered quietly with the sensation, with the relentless tightening of her bondage. If she couldn't wiggle her arms before, it was certainly impossible now. They couldn't be much more rigidly held.
Once Lexie was finished with this, she spun the hybrid around, and pushed her backwards. Without the support of Lexie's body behind her, she fell quite haplessly back onto the bed, a panicky squeal, muffled only by the gag escaped the girl's muzzle as she was entirely unable to even break her fall with her arms bound so tightly behind her back. She could hear the other girl giggle at her reaction, and then feel as she straddled her hips.
"I want you to understand something, Katya," Alexandra told her, and she could so clearly feel her warm breath wash over her aching nipples.
"You're mine, now. I didn't come here to have tea, and chat about old times. I came to claim what was rightfully mine to begin with." Soft lips closed around her left nipple, then, and the warmth of that warm, lupine tongue flicked across it, jostling the piercing within that sensitive little nub and sending sharp little jolts throughout her entire breast
"I let you go back then, it isn't going to happen again."
Katya's heart was racing again as Alexandra told her these things, the sweet touch of lips and tongue to her nipple, in combination with that thick gag in her muzzle made it all but impossible to formulate any kind of verbal response, and all that got past her widely spread lips was the smallest of little breathless moans. She could feel Alexandra's fingers find their way to her other nipple to toy with the piercing there, and her other hand finally slid downward, between her thighs. The hybrid's folds were soaked by now, the liquid heat of her arousal coated the other girl's fingers in abundance as they pushed into her, and the feel of a claw hooking through her clit-ring made the girl squeal softly with pleasure.
Alexandra's fingers continued to push into her, almost agonizingly slowly, the thrust from fingertips to knuckles took almost ten seconds, and it took her just as long to pull back out again. The entire situation was driving Katya absolutely insane. The thought of being claimed this way by her old college crush, the unrelenting stimulation of lips, tongue and fingers, the ache in her breasts and shoulders, the gag in her mouth and the blindfold over her eyes.
"I want you to cum for me, Katya. Can you do that?" Alexandra asked.
Katya's response came out only as a series of eager nods and a long, breathy moan, but Lexie's reaction was instantaneous. Her fingers began thrusting into her at an almost frantic pace, each time slapping her palm over the hybrid's pelvis. Her other hand slid away from her breast in favour of gripping the girl's throat, and in the same instant that her breath was entirely cut off, Katya came. A high-pitched cry escaped her cinched throat, and she shuddered wildly against the other girl as wave after wave of blissful pleasure tore through her slender frame. The darkness behind that blindfold turned a bright, bright white, and she would've sworn she could see the light at the end of the tunnel, if not for that voice in the background, whispering into her ear.
"That's a good girl, cum for Mistress, cum for me."
When her climax finally began to wane, Alexandra released her throat, and carefully extracted her fingers from that heated passage between her thighs. Her fragrant juices were smeared over her bound breasts, over lips, her nose, and she whimpered a soft, wordless protest. That blush came rushing back to her cheeks at that taste, that scent, and she turned her muzzle away from the other woman, as if to try and hide that fact. She could clearly hear Lexie clean her own fingers, then, licking and suckling at them, all while quietly giggling at the embarrassed half tigress beneath her.
"You still taste the same," Alexandra told her, before those slender digits instead began to open the buckles that held the gag harness in place firmly in place. Before long, the gag was pulled from her lips, and a finger was placed over them to silence her.
"Good little sluts only speak when spoken to, isn't that right, Katya?"
"Yes, Mistress," Katya replied.
Satisfied with that response, the gag was pulled the rest of the way off, taking the blindfold along with it. It would take Katya a little while to get used to the light, her eyes opened carefully, and she grimaced a little bit as the sunlight hit her sensitive eyes. When they finally did adjust, she smiled up at the white wolf that sat atop her, with a black-furred paw caressing her cheek. Alexandra's hair was as dark as Katya's, they both had about the same measurements and they were often told they looked like sisters, back in college, with the exception of Katya's stripes, of course, that was something that certainly set the two apart.
"Good girl," Alexandra whispered again. Her fingers trailed ever so carefully over the hybrid's bound breasts once more, and she smiled down at her, warmly and affectionately.
"Come here, sweetie. You're making me lunch." Lexie said, with a bright grin, and as she began to slowly undo those locks that held the girl's limbs trapped this way, Katya couldn't help but grin right back at the wolf.
"I will, Mistress. Just as long as you tie me back up."
--- The end.