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Catfood - Episode 19 - Conflicting Sensations, Conflicting Emotions

© 2004, 2005 Nameless

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When I returned to my room, a message informed me that I was allowed to remove the intimate jewelry. I was mostly glad to be allowed to do so, but once I had gotten used to them, their presence had aroused me quite a bit and they had not been too uncomfortable. I wasn't quite sure if I would want them to stay on, the way they made me feel was definitely... interesting. I quickly found out that removing them was, while not extremely painful, at least very uncomfortable. Pins and needles tortured me while my blood rushed back into the affected areas. But the pain did not last very long.

I wanted to call my mother to tell her about the medical examination, but the computer informed me that I was not allowed to phone anyone except Tammy. I considered my options and decided to call her.

She answered on the second ring. "Hello, Tammy."

"Hello, Lisa. Is there a problem?" I decided that she was already on the way home, the background noises suggested that she was in a car.

"No, Tammy. It's just... I'd really like to phone my mother and tell the news about my treatment. May I? Please."

Tammy considered it for a moment. "All right. Call her, but don't talk about anything else. Especially not about last night or anything related to it. If you want to talk to Jen or Kaye about that, you do it in person, not over the phone. Understood?"

"Yes, Tammy. Ummm... did Kaye talk to you?"

"Yes. The only things I am going to tell you about this is that your two friends satisfied my curiosity and that they have both promised to tell you about their interview. If and when you ask them." Tammy made the last sentence sound almost like an order, she clearly expected me to talk with them.

"So they won't have to pay?"

"Yes. That is, they won't have to pay. Assuming they honor their promises, of course."

"Good. Thank you, Tammy."

"Anything else?"

"No. Good night."

"Good night. And have fun. See you tomorrow morning, slave." Tammy cut the connection.

I stared at the screen. A few moments later a message informed me that I was allowed to dial my home number. I did so. Kaye answered the phone. She sounded relieved when I asked to talk to my mother and didn't ask about the interview. I gave my mother the good news from the doctor. She was very happy to hear that. We chatted a minute or two about other things, especially her move, but I did not dare to speak too long, so we said good night and hung up.

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I stared at the screen for a minute or two, then I sighed and clicked on the story I was supposed to read. It wasn't that I was afraid or unwilling; the stories had been pretty interesting, after all, but that I was really sore. If it had been up to me, I would have taken a long bath and gone to bed early. There was the usual reminder to use the bathroom, but I ignored it since I had done so only a few minutes ago. Next came the instructions on which toys I had to use. The first instruction was to mount the screen at knee level and adjust it so that I could read it while kneeling in front of it. I did as instructed.

This time there were only three items, patent leather panties with an attached dildo, a pair of handcuffs and a rather complicated harness for my muzzle. The harness consisted of a rather wide ring gag, a penis gag that could be moved in and out of my muzzle under remote control and heavy leather straps to hold everything in place. It was heavy; I estimated it to weight at least a kilogram [two pounds]. The panties had many small holes in the area that would cover my sex.

I sighed and begant to "suit up". I set the ring gag into the gap between my incisors and molars and bit down. The ring was wide, wide enough for all but the largest of male organs to fit comfortably, quite a bit bigger than the penis gag. It took me more than a minute to close all the straps that held the muzzle in place. When I was done, it felt as if my whole head was encased in iron. Suddenly the muzzle began to hum and a moment later the penis gag forced its way into my mouth. There was nothing I could do except move my tongue out of the way. If filled my mouth, but left enough space to allow me to lick and suck it. After a few moments it retracted again.

I picked up the panties. Then I found out that I wasn't allowed to use any artificial lubricant and would have to provide my own. This was not a real problem as I was quite aroused by now; the visit to the cafeteria and the attention the males had shown me had left me quite excited and a little frustrated. Tying myself up also did quite a bit to increase the heat and wetness in my sex. To be on the safe side, I masturbated for a minute before I put on the panties and slid the dildo into my sex. It went in easy enough and when it was all the way in, I was rewarded with a short burst of vibrations. I kneeled in front of the screen. Finally I slipped my fingers into the remote control, handcuffed my paws behind my back and grabbed the base of my tail. I closed my eyes for a moment, and then I clicked the link to start reading.

The story began with the viewpoint character, a female mouse anthro, making her way to a bar where she was supposed to meat an old friend whom she had not met in more than a year. She got there well before her friend did, found an empty table and settled down to wait. Whenever Jean (her human friend) was mentioned, the vibrator in my sex vibrated softly and the writing hinted that he was more than just a friend, but that my alter ego in the story did have some romantic feelings for him, even if they had never acted on them.

(Un)surprisingly enough the viewpoint character was named Lisa. A male fox, who might have held her interest under different circumstances, tried to chat her up, but Lisa turned him down politely but firmly. Strangely enough, the vibrator stayed stubbornly silent during the scene, even though it was clear that Lisa found the male rather attractive.

Suddenly two hands covered Lisa's eyes and a cheerful voice asked her. "Guess who?" The vibrator kicked in full tilt for a fraction of a second, making me shiver in surprise and arousal.

"Hello, Jean." It was Jean, of course, who pretended to be disappointed to have been recognized so easily. It wasn't until she sat down opposite Lisa that I realized that Jean was actually a woman and not a man. I inhaled sharply and began to blush furiously when I realized where things were heading. Unless the subdued buzzing in my cunt was only there to mislead me, I would soon experience my first intercourse with another female, if only virtually. It wasn't that I had never read a story about lesbian love, but this was a completely different situation than just reading a book at home.

I began to wonder about it, after all both the vibrator and the gag were definitely male-shaped versions. I hoped that indicated that it wasn't going to be Jean I would be having sex with.

Jean and Lisa chatted for a bit and I learned that they had attended college together; that they had been best of friends and had only been separated because Jean had found a job in another city. I found out that Jean was here on holiday to visit friends and family. And that both of them were currently single, that is both Jean and the viewpoint character.

Then came the crunch. Jean reminded me that I owed her a big favor from back when she had helped me with a project work in college. And that she intended to collect tonight. Unsurprisingly enough what she wanted was to make love to Lisa. I began to sweat as Jean slowly but surely overcame Lisa's objections. Soon she was sitting next to me, had her arms around me and whispered in my ear. Kisses followed and before long my alter ego was giving as good as she got. I was panting and trembling when Lisa finally agreed to Jean's demands. And I was very aroused; the buzzing in my sex had increased continuously during the scene.

They paid up and left. Jean couldn't keep her hands off me as we rode home in a taxi. The taxi driver paid too much attention to us and almost crashed the car. The vibrator kicked in full strength for a second, leaving me panting and sweating, if not in fear, then at least in lust. I was torn between disgust and excitement. We finally arrived. Jean hurried me up the stairs (as usual, the elevator was broken), playfully threatening to rip off my clothes right in the hallway if I didn't move fast enough.

We made it to my apartment and I barely managed to close the door behind us before Jean started to strip me. By now I was panting hard, the vibrator was humming along merrily and my sex was dripping wet. I could smell my own arousal strongly. Long before we made our way to my bed, the last of our clothes had fallen by the wayside.

Jean and Lisa half jumped, half fell on the bed. They kissed one another passionately; their bodies pressed together and began to explore each other. This scene went on for a very long paragraph. While my alter ego was enjoying everything, I was torn between lust and disgust. I had to stop reading several times and when I tried to skip a part of the scene where Lisa's paw found her way into Jean's sex, I found out that I was not allowed to do that. Apparently the screen had an eye-tracker. As soon as I tried to pick up reading a few sentences later, a red warning sign popped up and all the text except for the sentence I was supposed to read was blanked out. I groaned and closed my eyes for a long moment. I really considered stopping, but then I gave in. Tammy would be angry with me and I didn't really think I would get away with it anyway.

I went on reading. My muzzle was burning in shame, I was panting hard and more and more often moans and squeaks escaped my muzzle. Since the ring gag forced my mouth open, it was impossible to keep quiet.

Jean disentangled herself from my embrace and said "Time to get down to the real thing. Wait a moment." She left and returned a minute later with a coin in her hand. She asked "Who first?" and tossed the coin. We never asked who would be head or tails, since I was the one with a tail, I was always tails. The coin came up tails. The vibrator had let me cool down a little while Jean was out of the room, but as soon as she returned, it began to really bring me closer with irregular spurts of vibrations.

Jean arranged my body to her liking, on my back with my legs spread wide, and then she lay down between my legs with her head right above my crotch. She looked at me, licked her lips and declared "Yummy! Yummy!" I blushed hotly; for once my alter ego did the same. Jean whispered "Lisa, close your eyes and relax."

Then she began to explore my sex, first with her fingers, then with her tongue as well. Suddenly having a vibrator shaped like a penis in my seemed so totally wrong. As Jean worked us over, alternating long licks with quick stabs at my clit, we slowly but surely approached a climax.

And then Lisa came and I didn't. I had to suffer through an unusually long and detailed description of her climax while the vibrator in my sex kept me right at the edge but didn't allow me to go over. My eyes were filled with tears of frustration as the scene wound down. I had been so close; I had even begun to enjoy the whole setup and now this. I groaned in frustration, it wasn't the first time I had been teased badly during one of Tammy's stories before I was allowed to cum, but somehow this time was a lot worse, somehow I had really expected to be allowed to cum this time.

There was a short lull in the story and I was allowed/forced to cool down. I began to shiver as I realized what was to come. The note that I would only be allowed to cum if I cooperated made only made my disgust and humiliation worse. Apparently this was a somewhat interactive story, but it took me a moment to realize how I would be able to interact with it. "The penis gag! I'll have to suck on it while I'll be giving a woman a blowjob in the story." At first I wondered if I would be able to do it, but soon I realized that there was no way I could not do it. Having to read through it without being allowed to come would be very unpleasant. And I didn't want to disappoint Tammy. Even though she was really bending her promise not to force me to have sex with another woman with by making me read this story. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to calm my nerves, and then I went on reading.

My alter ego began by arranging Jean on the bed. Under Lisa's directions she spread her legs and crossed her arms behind her back. Lisa kneeled between her legs, told her not to move and ran her paws over the fully exposed body below her, marveling at the shudders and shivers her attention elicited. She slowly leaned forward until she could kiss her friend. Just when their lips met, vibrations from my head harness drew my attention to the fact that the penis gag had entered my muzzle. I probed it with my tongue and found that the tip was just inside the ring gag. I went on reading but after a sentence a warning popped up, telling me that I would only be allowed to climax if I cooperated. I blushed and groaned at the indignity but the only thing I could do was to close my eyes and silently curse Tammy.

I gave in quickly, the constantly varying vibrations in my pussy turned me on way too much to resist. The memory of the near-climax a few minutes earlier made me shiver in anticipation and fear, I didn't want to experience anything like that again. Actually, I would not really mind another one of those if it meant a real climax later. A short time later. I liked Tammy, I trusted her, but I was pretty sure that I wouldn't be allowed to climax during the film I had to watch either if I didn't cooperate now. And I really didn't fancy trying to sleep with my body keyed up so highly.

I groaned once more, then I went on reading and licking the tip of the rubber cock in my mouth. I was pleasantly surprised that the taste was reasonably authentic and even faintly familiar. Lisa and Jean smooched for a while. They finally broke the kiss and Lisa slowly moved down her friend's body, nipping and licking her neck before moving on to her heaving breasts. She played with them for a while; she teased the nipples with her lips and teeth and elicited increasingly urgent moans from her friend. The penis moved a little further into my mouth, giving me more to lick. I wasn't quite sure, but it even seemed to leak a little precum. "Am I imagining things or do I really smell a male?" I looked around, but there was nobody else in the room. Given the weight and bulk of the harness on my head a scent dispenser was a possible and likely addition.

After a while Lisa finished licking Jean's breasts and moved further downward until her tongue circled her friend's navel.

Jean panted " Lisa! Please..."

Lisa silenced her with a hissed "Shhh!" After a moment she added "Don't move and don't speak. Unless you want me to stop." Lisa watched as a variety of emotions played across her friend's face. Jean groaned in frustration but she obeyed.

Lisa poked her tongue into Jean's navel a few times before she continued her journey further towards her ultimate goal. Shudders of pleasure ran through Jean's body, the scent of her arousal filled my nose and the salty taste of her sweat pleased my tongue. My tongue crossed the pleasantly smelly expanse of Jean's trimmed patch of public hair.

Jean groaned in frustration when Lisa's tongue took a detour around her inviting sex. Several times she thrust her hips forward, trying to get me to hurry up, but I held her down and continued to tease her. I licked her thighs. Her whole body seemed to cramp up when I licked a particularly sensitive spot between her sex and anus. For several seconds she didn't breathe, then she growled in frustrated desire.

Then I finally began my assault on her willing pussy. I wanted to take my time and ran my tongue up her right labia until I reached the top of her sex, then I licked down along her left side. Jean shivered several times, not quite cumming, but getting dangerously close already. I found it more and more difficult to pace myself, with every second her taste became less strange and more arousing. The rubber dildo slowly invaded my mouth as my alter ego continued to lap at her friend's sex.

Suddenly the utter weirdness of my situation hit me and I had to stop reading. Here I was, sucking on the most realistic replica of a male's organ I had seen up to now. It smelled and tasted almost real with just a tiny hint of artificialness. By now I was certain that the harness contained scent dispensers. The scent would probably have fooled a human, but to my much better sense of smell it didn't smell quite right. Just like the taste, the scent was faintly familiar. The cock didn't vibrate; it throbbed with a simulated heartbeat. If I closed my eyes, only one thing was missing to make the illusion complete; no public hair or fur tickled the tip of my nose.

Things were getting really messed up in my mind, one moment the schizophrenia of the situation really hit me, the next it seemed perfectly normal that I was sucking on a male cock while my mind's eye saw the female sex my alter ego was attacking. Sometimes I could not have told whether I was licking a male or a female sex. The distracting vibrations from deep in my pussy didn't help at all, I was getting quite close to cumming and I could barely concentrate on reading, let alone try to sort out such a disparity. My arousal had banished any disgust I might have felt to the farthest corners of my mind.

When the vibrations in my sex began to die down, I realized that I had better resume reading if I wanted to get my reward. I quickly resumed reading and licking the rubber cock that filled my muzzle. Lisa went on licking her friend's hot and dripping sex. Licking at Jean's clit made her body shudder so much that Lisa stopped for a moment; she didn't want to bring off her friend just yet.

When she poked a finger into Jean's vagina, her friend's muscles squeezed it so strongly that she had difficulty pulling it out again. Lisa played with her friend for several more minutes, torturing both of us. I was barely able to concentrate enough to keep on reading, I was getting really close to cumming but the torturous toy in my pussy stubbornly refused to give me the tiny little extra bit of stimulation that would have pushed me over the edge. Tears ran down my cheeks and I struggled to get enough air into my lungs.

Lisa finally brought off Jean by biting down on her throbbing clit. Jean's body buckled, enfolding my muzzle in the hot and wet depths of her sex and her thighs almost crushed my face.

What brought me off was the fake manhood in my muzzle. It suddenly began spurting hot jism down my throat. I don't think the vibrator did anything extra, but I was too far gone to tell for sure. I had a long, very intense and extremely satisfying climax. Or more like a series of climaxes without any real pause to separate one from the next. I think the vibrator kicked in as my first climax began to wind down.

When I finally returned to the present, I found myself lying on my stomach, I must have trashed around so much. My wrists hurt quite a bit, as did my tail. It took me a while to get enough control over my tired and strained muscles to struggle back into position. The fur on my stomach and thighs was wet and sticky with my juices. The flashing warning that I should continue reading caught my attention.

It was a struggle, but I managed to go on. What I really wanted to do was stretch my limbs, have a hot bath and get some sleep. I was glad when the story ended rather soon. Lisa and Jean embraced and kissed. And then it was over, although there were some strong hints that this was only the first part of the story. I was pretty sure I would get to read the next part soon. The locks on my handcuffs clicked open.

I shrugged them off and tried to stand. It took me three tries until my tired legs finally obeyed me. I stood trembling for a minute, and then I did a couple of stretches. I took off the harness and carried it to the bathroom, then I drank a big glass of water, I was really thirsty. I picked up the screen and returned it to its normal place.

I stopped breathing for a long moment when I read the instructions on the screen. I was not allowed to clean myself at all, except to wipe myself after using the toilet. I had hoped I would at least be allowed to clean the fur on my belly, the cum was beginning to dry and I felt really disgusted by it. I had not really expected that I would be allowed to clean mysel, given that I had already used up my shower. The thing that really threw me was that I was expected to lick my juices off the vibrator before cleaning it properly. I stood there, panting hard, for a long moment; I simply could not bring myself to pick up the soiled toy.

I only managed to start this disgusting task when a message reminded me that the longer I waited, the more my cum would dry and the more difficult it would be to lick off. " Yuck!" I forced myself to pick up the toy. The sticky and wet surface made me cringe and I used only two fingers to carry it to the bathroom. To maximize my humiliation, I had been commanded to clean it in front of the mirror and to watch myself as I did it.

I was blushing from head to toe as I slowly brought the loathsome object to my muzzle. If it had been possible to die from embarrassment, I would have surely perished right then and there. I don't know how I managed to bring myself to touch my tongue to the rubber cock. Mostly, it was that I didn't want to disappoint Tammy, I wanted to show her that I could do what she asked of me and part was fear of punishment. I wasn't afraid of a spanking, what I feared was "creative punishment". I had a sudden vision of myself kneeling in front of a long line of women, have to watch each one bring herself off with one of the toys and then have to clean it.

I finally brought the sticky toy to my muzzle and touched it with the tip of my tongue. I promptly dropped it when it began to vibrate. Actually, it bounced off the mirror, off the (closed) toilet and landed in the bathtub right behind me. Trembling all over, I retrieved it, unsure if I was glad or disappointed that the toilet seat had been down. I picked it up gingerly and returned to the basin.

Again the rubber cock began to vibrate the moment I touched it to my tongue, but this time I was ready for it. Blushing even more furiously, I began to lick it clean. I hated every moment, I hated that I had to do this. I was torn between seeing the whole thing as a challenge to prove to Tammy that I could do it and seeing it as punishment for god-knows-what. Having to watch myself as I ran my tongue up and down the wet shaft made it even worse. The wet spot on the mirror where it had bounced off didn't help either. It wasn't that my juices tasted bad, they disgusted me, they really creeped me out. The hair on my neck stood on end.

After a few licks I actually began to enjoy the taste. The vibrations were soft enough to be pleasant. " Slut!" Suddenly I realized that I was putting on a show, rather than concentrating on finishing as quickly as possible. The whole thing was turning me on! I wanted so much to close my eyes, but I didn't dare. I kept licking until the vibrator was clean, definitely and beyond any doubt. I was really glad that I was done and that I could use the tap water to finish cleaning the toy and at least the tips of my fingers. A tiny part in the back of my mind was disappointed that it was over so soon.

I cleaned and disinfected all the toys I had used and returned them to their proper places, and then I washed the floor where I had kneeled. I moved in a daze, trying to make sense of my emotions. I felt as if I had been raped. But raped by someone who hadn't hurt me in any way, but had done everything right, had taken me just the way I would have wanted my dream lover to make love to me. The only thing that had prevented the whole experience from being fantastically good had been that I had not wanted it to happen, that I had fought against it every second. That I had fought against what my own body told me. Try as I might, I could not really make sense of the whole thing. Finally I shook my head and decided to think about it later.

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I returned to the main room and stared at the screen. It was only a little after eight, but I felt bone tired. My body was aroused and a part of me really wanted to have more sex, but the greater part of me simply wanted to sleep. Preferably after a long hot bath, but sleep was the main thing. I thought that I would be able to make it through the two-hour film Tammy wanted me to watch, but I really, really did not want to. I stared at the screen for at least a minute before I decided to call Tammy.

Remembering her advice from earlier today, I moved the screen so I could see it while kneeing in front of it. I assumed the slave position and called Tammy.

Her face appeared on the screen. She was frowning a little. "Hello, Lisa. What's the problem?"

"I... Good evening, Mistress." The look on her face made me tremble. "It's not really a problem... I have... I want to ask for a favor."

"Yes?"

"I'm really tired. Could... could I skip the film and go to bed? Please. I'll make up for it tomorrow, but I'm really really tired."

"Hmmm..." Tammy considered me, I could hear her tap a few keys and then she commanded. "You sure do like a drowned rat..." I blushed hotly; then I began to relax a little when I saw the beginning of a smile play across her lips. She commanded. "Get an energy bar and a protein drink from the mini bar."

"Yes, Mistress." I bowed my head and fetched the items. Now that I thought about it, a refreshing drink and some food sounded like a really good idea. The drink wasn't of the caffinated type; it was intended to replenish the nutrients that one expended when exercising heavily.

When I had resumed my position, Tammy commanded "Eat!"

"Yes, Mistress." I opened the bottle, drank a little and began to nibble on the bar. I realized that I had not eaten enough today; I had eaten about as much as I usually did, but I had probably burned twice as many calories as usual.

Tammy gave me a knowing grin. "So, Lisa... Did you enjoy the last story?"

I blushed deeply. "Yes and no. I... I don't know how to put it, Mistress. That... that was not nice of you."

"Take your time and sort out your feelings. Do you think I broke my promise by making you read that?"

I considered the question for a while before I answered "No, Mistress. You bent it into a pretzel shape, but you didn't break it."

Tammy laughed. "I like the way you put it; that's a fair assessment. Are you angry with me?"

"I don't know... I guess not really... Tammy, I know you did it because you think it will help me, but..." I fell silent.

"Good." Tammy closed her eyes for a moment. "I think you are right, you should go to bed soon. It has been a long and eventful day for you after all..." She grinned. "And you really should be well rested for tomorrow. The film would have been too much."

"Thank you!" I relief flooded me. Not only was Tammy not angry with me, she even agreed with me.

"But..."

"Yes?" I asked, suddenly a little apprehensive.

"I won't let you off free. First, you'll have to watch the film some other time."

"Accepted."

"Second, you'll have to do something else today. Just a little something for me... It shouldn't take much more than a quarter of an hour, half an hour at most..."

When Tammy didn't continue, I asked "Yes? What do I have to do?"

"Well..." I could see that Tammy considered whether to tell me anything before I had to take the decision or not. "You'll have to masturbate. Bring yourself off. At least once, but I won't complain if you have more than one orgasm. I'll add a few twists, of course." Her grin told me that she wouldn't tell me anything else. Not before I agreed to do this.

I finished my snack and considered my options. It wasn't really a difficult decision. "All right, Tammy. I'll do it."

"Good." Tammy seemed pleased with my decision. "I have to do a few things before we go on. Go to the bathroom and prepare yourself for the night. Brush your teeth; wash your face... that kind of thing. But don't... wash all that lovely gunk out of your fur!"

I blushed at that. "Yes, Mistress."

"I'll call you when I'm done." The screen went dark.

I stared at the screen for a long moment, and then I got up and headed to the bathroom. A few minutes later I was done. I returned to kneel before the screen and settled down to wait for Tammy. I was a little anxious but not really afraid.

I didn't have to wait long, I couldn't tell how long exactly as Tammy had removed the time display from the screen. But it couldn't have been more than five minutes.

Tammy's face appeared on the screen. She seemed pleased to find me waiting in this position. "Hello, Lisa. Ready?"

"Yes, Tammy."

"Good. Here's the deal. I sent out an alert message to whoever is interested in you that you'll be putting on a little show for them."

All my blood rushed to my muzzle, I was so shocked that I couldn't breathe for a few very long moments. "Dozens of people will watch me!" I wanted to bury myself under the floor. " Oh no! Not that!"

"Lisa!" Tammy's stern voice shook me.

"Sorry, Mistress." I cringed.

Tammy considered me for a moment. "Let me explain a few things here. You do remember that I told you that you'd be filmed around the clock? That a number of people could turn into the feed whenever they felt like it?"

I gasped, I had known this, but I had basically forgotten it. I knew that Tammy had watched me, but I had not thought about other people doing it as well. "Yes, Tammy."

"It is very likely that somebody watched your earlier performance. That was quite something to look at." That thought embarrassed me even more. "Most of our customers can tune in and I know that more than a dozen have expressed some interest in you. Most employees can do so as well, but I'm not sure how many would be interested in you." Several came to mind, especially Angela, Jeff and Edna. "They can all set triggers so they are informed whenever you start an activity that they are interested in. Some like to watch you exercise in the gym, some when you take a shower. Sexual activities top the list, of course. A few even want to know when you use the toilet."

I really, really wanted to dig a burrow to hide in, or, failing that, a grave. I was panting and sweating, but I remained silent apart from a few distressed squeaks.

"I don't know what they are interested in or if they actually watch you when they get pinged, but I do know that quite a few people are likely to tune in to station Lisa every now and then."

"Are... is anyone watching me now?"

"Quite likely, but I can't know for sure. I do get some information on how popular your show it, but I don't know who watches at a given time. It might be the only one person, but it could just as well be two dozen people."

My first reaction was to grab the covers from the bed and hide under them. But I fought down the urge and remembered that some of the watchers might one day consider sending a sizeable sum of money my way and that I had better make a good impression on them. It took a huge amount of willpower, but I managed to straighten up a little. The expression on Tammy's face told me that she approved, that she was pleased and the knowledge filled me with happiness and confidence. Not a lot, I still wanted to hide, but it helped.

Tammy asked "Ready to begin?"

I bowed and snswered "Yes, Mistress."

"Good. Get up and put the screen back to the normal position."

"Yes, Mistress." I did as Tammy instructed.

"Bunch up the covers on the right side of the bed. Put one of the pillows at the center of the bed and all the others on the couch."

"Yes, Mistress."

Tammy's face shrank into a corner of the screen and a schematic of the room filled the rest of the screen. "Get five camera modules from the bottom drawer and set them up at the indicated places."

I blushed furiously; apparently not a single inch of my skin would be allowed to remain hidden. I didn't know where the regular camera was installed, or if there were several. I opened the indicated drawer and picked up the first camera. It was small, about the size of a pack of cigarettes with a lens at one end and a short metal arm attached to the bottom.

"The arm fits into the attachment point there." I found the indicated spot and inserted the arm into it. It locked with a sharp click. Similar attachment points were all around the room. "Ok. Switch the camera on and aim it at the bed." I switched the camera on and aimed it at the bed.

"Ok. Kneel on the pillow."

"Yes, Mistress!" I jumped on the bed and kneeled in the indicated place. Without a conscious thought I kneeled in the slave position, facing the camera I had just set up.

Tammy gave me a big smile and a thumbs up "Looks great!" I wasn't quite sure if she meant the picture in general or me in particular. "Get up! Four more cameras to go!"

"Yes, Mistress!" It took me only a few minutes to set up the rest of the cameras. When I was done, Tammy had me kneel on the pillow once more. The screen cycled through the different cameras.

Tammy was obviously pleased with the results. "All right. Get a ring bolt, a half-meter chain and a pair of leather handcuffs. Get a small drinking bottle and fill it with bottled water."

"Yes, Mistress!" I gathered the requested items. The bottle looked much like a baby bottle, except that the sucker was shaped like a penis.

"Put the ring bolt into the attachment point at the center of the headboard. Thread the chain through it and attach the handcuffs." When I was done, Tammy commanded "Put on the cuffs and lie down." The cuffs clicked shut. I lay down with my hands raised above my head. After a little shuffling around, I found a comfortable position. "Comfy?"

"Yes."

"Good. Fetch a VD-02."

"Yes, Mistress!" I tried to get up, but I was stopped by the handcuffs. I tugged at them, but they wouldn't budge.

Tammy snarled in mock anger "Lisa!"

"Tammy?" I jingled the chains and tugged once more.

"Oops. Sorry. Forgot about the cuffs." I was perfectly certain that Tammy had not forgotten about them, but that she was playing with me. "They look so natural on you."

I blushed at that, unsure if I should take that as a compliment. The cuffs clicked open. "Thank you, Mistress." I hurried to the cupboard to get the requested item. The VD-02 turned out to be a medium sized dildo. At least it was what I considered medium sized, I wasn't sure if the VD-06 would fit any of my orifices without doing permanent damage. Suddenly I hoped that the "V" stood for "vibrating".

"Do you need any lubricant?"

I looked down at my crotch and realized that I was pretty wet; I had not cleaned myself after my recent climax and setting up had stroked the embers of my desire quite a bit. "I don't think I need it." I ventured "Maybe just to be on the safe side, Mistress?"

Tammy considered me for a long moment; her eyes seemed to probe the depths of my sex. "All right, Lisa. Use the LS-01"

"Yes, Mistress!" I picked up the indicated tube. My eyes widened and I began to sweat a little when I saw the picture that adorned it. It was a green Jalapeno pepper. Suddenly I didn't want to do this any more, but one look at Tammy's grinning face told me that I wouldn't be allow to back out now. My only consolidation (if one could call it that) was that there were several more varieties of lube that promised to be a lot hotter and more painful than the one I had to use.

"Try it, it's good." Tammy mimicked licking something off her finger.

"Yes, Mistress." I put some of the greasy lubricant on my finger and tried it. It actually tasted good. I was relieved to find that while it was spicy, it was not really hot. I breathed a sigh of relief. My sex seemed to heat up in anticipation. If the lube didn't feel a lot hotter in there, then it would probably arouse me more than it would cause any real pain. I prayed that I would never have to use the LS-05. I put a little on the rubber toy. Tammy frowned at me and I realized that she wanted me to use more of it. I added a little more, then more still until she looked pleased. I spread it all over the toy.

"Don't lick it off your fingers."

"Yes, Mistress!"

"Get into position."

"Yes, Mistress!" I climbed on the bed. As I looked down, I noticed the wet spot on the pillow. I blushed a little more. I kneeled, my sex right above the center of the pillow, facing the screen.

"All right, Lisa. A few more instructions and then you can begin. First, no more talking once you start. But keep your muzzle open, I want to hear your every moan and groan. And I especially want to hear those cute little squeaks you make when you cum." I blushed brightly at that.

"The dildo has surface sensors and is programmed to increase its vibrations as long as you work it in and out of your cute wet pussy. If you stop moving it for more than a few seconds, it will stop vibrating. You can't just put it in and wait for it to do its job; you'll have to actively use it. You may go to bed as soon as you cum. Or you may go for seconds or thirds; that is entirely up to you. You must not break your position, if you loose contact with the pillow or move it from its place, you have to stop and go to sleep.

"Going to sleep: You will get ready for as soon as you stop masturbating, no potty break or anything else. Find a comfortable position with your head on the pillow. You'll probably want to pull the covers over your body before you cuff yourself. The cuffs are linked to the alarm clock. Any questions?"

I groaned. "What if I break position before I cum?"

"In that case you'll start over. To give you a bit of incentive not to do that, you will clean the dildo with your tongue and then lubricate it again, using the second lubricant from the series." I gasped in shock. A shudder of fear and excitement ran through my vaginal muscles. If it happens again, you repeat the procedure using the third lubricant. I don't think you'll enjoy that very much."

"Ugh. What constitutes 'breaking position'?"

"It's fine if you shift around a bit or sway or something. But if one can't call your position 'kneeling' any more, then that's too much. You are free to move your arms and tail as much as you like."

"Ok."

"Anything else?"

"No."

"Then no more talking. And put on a nice show for us."

A moment later Tammy's face was replaced by the view from the camera I had set up in front and to my right. I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. I realized that I had almost stopped noticing the scent of my arousal; it had been all around me for more than an hour. I was somewhat embarrassed that I had to masturbate for other people, but the excitement was stronger. My pussy was wet and its pleasant heat filled my whole body. I shifted the dildo to my left paw. The thought of touching the hot lubricant to my most sensitive skin filled me with apprehension. I took another deep breath and opened my eyes. I was ready. As ready as I was ever going to be.

I started slowly, at first I just massaged my breasts with my right paw and pinched my nipples. In moments they were hard. Then came the most difficult part, it took a lot of willpower to bring the dildo into contact with my sex. It burned! The first touch was really bad. For an endless moment I could not breathe, my whole body tensed up. My right paw twitched and I pinched my nipple really hard with my claws. I almost didn't feel the pain though, the hot pain from my pussy drowned out everything else. I groaned.

But the worst of the pain died down quickly and left me a lot hotter than before. When I pushed the tip of the dildo into my sex the second time, the pain was a lot more manageable. I moved it in and out slowly, going a little further with every stroke. It became a little easier every time I did it. My quickly rising lust began to meld with the pain, turning it from something horrible to something that added to my arousal. On the third stroke the dildo began to vibrate, very softly at first, but the vibrations increased quickly. The lubricant made my pussy drool. By the sixth stroke my juices were running down the pulsing shaft.

It didn't take long until I basically stopped thinking. I moaned in pleasure, nothing mattered but my body and the hot shaft inside me. My paws worked on automatic. I don't know how long it took me, but it can't have been long. Wave after wave of pleasure washed over me, each one higher than the previous. I heard someone squeak and howl out her pleasure, it took me a bit to realize that it was me. I don't know how I did it, it felt as if someone was controlling my paws, but they kept working through my first climax. Before it was over, a second, even stronger, orgasm washed over me. And then another one.

I have no idea how many orgasms I had before my paws finally dropped to my side and I slumped forward. The dildo remained stuck in my vagina, it continued to vibrate for a bit, but it stopped soon. I don't know how long I lay like this; probably it was only a minute or two. When I returned to a semblance of reality, I realized that I had somehow kept my position. I lay on my face, but my legs had not moved at all. I struggled back into an upright position and pulled at the rubber cock. It came free with a wet plop. More of my juices dribbled down on the already soaked pillow. I held the dildo, not quite sure what to do with it.

I almost jumped out of my fur when someone applauded. Moments later several more people joined in, about a dozen or so by the sound of it. I blushed from my head to my toes. I had completely forgotten that I had been performing for an audience, not pleasuring myself in privacy. I didn't know what to do, for a second I wanted to hide. But then I remembered Tammy's last command. "I did good! Tammy will be proud of me!" Happiness filled me, I don't quite know why, but I valued Tammy's opinion very highly, the desire to please her spurred me much more than any fear of punishment could.

My embarrassment ebbed. I felt heady; suddenly I remembered the time when we had performed a play in high school. I had felt exactly the same when the audience applauded after the play. I smiled and straightened, and then I bowed from the waist. The applause kept on going and I bowed again and again.

A male voice called. " Encore!" I didn't recognize him. I blushed a little; I bowed again and considered my options. A part of me really wanted to please the unknown male, another part of me (my pussy) was all in favor of a few more orgasms, but the rational part of me noticed that I was bone weary. The adrenaline rush wasn't quite over, but I could already feel that I was really tired. I gave the camera a tired smile and shook my head. I really wanted to tell my audience why I wouldn't do it, but Tammy had forbidden me to talk.

I lowered my head and saw the glistening rubber toy in my paw. An idea struck me. It disgusted me and appealed to me. I didn't take a conscious decision, but moments later I held the dildo in front of my muzzle and touched my tongue to it. It was covered with a mixture of my juices and the lubricant. The only way to describe the taste was "spicy". I wondered "What the hell am I doing?" But, having gone that far, I decided that I didn't want to stop. I was sure Tammy would not approve, and neither would the other watchers.

I began to clean the dildo with my tongue, trying my best to give my audience a good show. I imagined how tight the pants of my male audience would be; how much they (hopefully) wished it was their manhood and not just a rubber toy and I could not help grinning. I closed my eyes and pretended that the shaft I was curling my tongue around belonged to Jeff. I hoped that he was among the audience until I remembered that he was on duty. I was sure that if I had a real cock to work with, it would have spurted like a fountain long before I finished cleaning the fake one. I couldn't be quite sure, but I think I could hear at least one member of my audience breathe very heavily.

Several minutes later I was finished. I closed my eyes and lowered the rubber cock. I got more applause and bowed several times. I shuffled back and laid the dildo on the pillow, treating it as reverently as a king's scepter. I picked up the pillow reverently, turned around and placed it close to the handcuffs. I bowed one last time, and then I turned around, lay down and pulled the covers over my nude body.

The scent of my arousal filled my nose when I lowered my head onto the pillow. It was soaked with my juices. I didn't notice how dry my mouth was until I saw the bottle. I grabbed it and sucked a little water, then I placed it on the headboard where I could easily reach it. I raised my paws above my head and shifted around until I was comfortable, then I locked myself into the handcuffs. My rubber lover lay just inches from my nose; somehow he struck me as the perfect companion for the night.

I heard Tammy whisper "Good night, Lisa."

Happiness filled me. A few moments later the lights went out. I lay alone in the dark, surrounded by the pleasant scent of sex. The only thing that was missing was a male note to complete the composition of scents. I closed my eyes and a few moments later I was out like a light.

End of Episode 19