# Control

Author: Eisfuchs
Tags: Bisexual, Bondage, Feline, Otter, Raccoon, Spanking, Vixen

#5 of Just Good Friends

Control  
  
a furry erotic story (C)August 28, 2005 by Eisfuchs ([[email protected]](/cdn-cgi/l/email-protection))  
  
(vixen, raccoon, otter, skunk, cat, bondage, spanking)  
  
  
  
Author's note:  
  
This is the fifth installment of the series about Rey and Donya, two girls who  
knew each other for a long time and found out about their mutual interest. All  
parts of the series are written in a way that they can be read without having  
read their prequels, but I recommend to read them in their chronological order,  
as of now:  
  
01. Random  
02. Toys  
03. Captivity  
04. Offerings  
05. Control  
  
This story is a work of fiction. All characters are (C) by Eisfuchs. This text  
is for mature readers only, so if you are not of legal age in your country,  
please stop reading. I give the permission to repost or upload this story  
freely as long as the text and this copyright message are left untouched.  
  
If you are an artist and would like to do an illustration, feel free to do so,  
as long as you reference this story in your artwork or the description.   
  
If you have comments or requests for other stories just drop me a note. I can't  
promise that I actually find the time to write it down but, you never know,  
right? Now, enjoy the story and tell me what you think.  
  

   
  
Part I: Choices  
  
A short gust of wind blew past the walls of the mansion, making the moths and  
midges scatter away before resuming their dance in the cones of light emitted  
by the street lamps. Apart from the rustling of the leaves the place was  
silent. The sky was partly overcast, a glitter of stars and the crescent of the  
moon peeking through a hole in the clouds from time to time. Somewhere in the  
mansion a clock chimed two, just barely audible outside the strong walls of the  
building. Only one of the windows in the upper floor of the mansion was still  
lit, as if to watch over the sleeping world outside. On the other side of the  
window, a small group of people was waiting in expectant silence.  
  
Rey didn't know how long she had been sitting there, looking into the brown  
eyes of the otter. His offer had come unexpectedly, leaving her dazed, unsure  
what to think of it. It surely was tempting; to become one of the mansion's  
toys, being cared for and having all her needs fulfilled. But on the other paw  
she would have to give up her independence, something she had been working for  
very hard. Being a lifetime toy would satisfy her desire to give up her freedom  
of choice, when and what games she was going to play, but it also meant to  
leave behind everything she had, in favor for being absorbed in the mansion's  
world. Even the games she played with Donya, her raccoon friend, had never gone  
this far. She was trembling inside, her paws clenched into each other to keep  
them from shaking too much. But even though she was running the options over  
and over in her head, her decision had been set in the very first minute after  
Keno had made the offer. And slowly she found the heart to finally speak out  
what her mind had already decided.  
  

 "I don't know what to say," the vixen started, her voice shaking slightly as  
she went on. "Your offer really means a lot to me. This place is like a dream  
come true, and I'm still afraid of waking up." She sighed and brushed a paw  
through her voluptuous red mane. "Yet even though it seems like a dream, or  
probably because it /does/ feel like it, I'm scared by the thought of never  
waking up again."  
  
The otter listened in silence, his claws slowly stroking and grooming the  
headfur of his skunk slave, who was kneeling at his side, her eyes closed and  
her head pushing against her Master's paw.  
  
Rey lowered her head, and her voice was merely a whisper when she spoke again.  
"Keno, I'm honored by your offer, but I can't take it. As much as I love being  
your toy for a day, a game must come to an end eventually, so you can start a  
new one, when you're ready for it." She looked up into Donya's eyes and then  
back at Keno. "I hope you understand." The vixen took a deep breath, and she  
believed that she had heard a sigh coming from Donya's mouth, too.  
  

 The otter smiled and nodded. "Of course I do. In fact, I didn't really expect  
you to take the offer. But still I thought it was important for you to become  
aware of your own feelings. I hope you realize that you're still welcome to  
visit the mansion whenever you like. Actually, I'd really love to have you here  
every once in a while. You're as much a technician as I am, and I value your  
opinion and feedback on the projects I want to do in the future, seen from the  
/other side/ of the game, if you know what I mean."  
  
"Yes, I think I do," the vixen said, looking at the wrist cuffs she was still  
wearing.  
  
"My toy will happily try out every devious device your sick mind will bring  
forth," Donya said with a giggle. "And the more evil it is, the more she'll  
love it."  
  
Rey glared at her friend, but the raccoon only laughed. It was only a minute  
later that all four of them were bursting out with laughter, relieving the  
tension of the situation. When the laughter subsided, Rey picked up her slice  
of bread again and finished her meal, while she stifled a yawn. Donya seemed to  
be tired, too, even though she tried not to show it.  
  

 "I think it's time to go now," the vixen said. "I'd really love to stay here,  
but I'm going to fall asleep at my desk tomorrow if I don't get some sleep  
soon."  
  
Keno laughed guiltily. "I'm really sorry I kept you from sleeping for so long.  
I guess we'll talk about all this later. You and your friend drive home and get  
some sleep. I hope we'll see each other again soon."  
  
Rey stood up and smiled at the otter. "Yes, we will. I'm still curious about  
some things I saw in the playroom ..."  
  
"You'll get to try them all, my toy," Donya said. "One after another. And maybe  
even longer than you have anticipated." Her mischievous smile lost its threat  
when it was interrupted by a huge yawn, and she smiled in embarrassment. "I'm  
sorry. I guess I really need some sleep right now."  
  
The two girls left the mansion and got into Rey's car. The vixen started the  
engine and pulled out of the parking lot to head for the main street at the end  
of the mansion's driveway. When they reached her flat, they didn't bother  
getting ready for the night, but simply let themselves fall onto Rey's bed and  
snuggle up to each other. Within a minute they were fast asleep, finally  
getting some rest from the exhaustion of the day's activities.  
  

 \*  
  
Blue smoke rose up in a thin thread, starting to curl and twist a little, until  
Rey blew it away before it could get into her nose and eyes. With practiced  
moves she finished the soldering point and pulled the tip of the iron away from  
the molten material. When the compound had set she put down the circuit board  
and picked up the defective resistor she had replaced. "Off you go," she said  
and tossed the broken component into the trash. "Another three pieces and all  
should be up and running again." She took one of the blown capacitors that were  
lying on the desk and stood up to find a replacement from the magazine. Her paw  
traced along the lines of small drawers until she found the one she was looking  
for. When she heard a knock on the door she turned her head to see, who was  
standing there. "Oh, Hi Mike!" she said, looking at him over her shoulder.  
"Just a second, I'm just picking up some spare parts for the interface."  
  
"No worries," he said. "Take your time." He watched her patiently while she  
searched the drawer's contents to find the replacement piece she was looking  
for. Her tail swished from side to side, and unconsciously he hoped it was  
because of him rather than her enthusiasm for the project she was working on.  
He forced himself not to stare at her butt, and his eyes locked at first on the  
black collar, then on the silver earring instead. But somehow this didn't help  
in distracting him from feeling attracted to her. When she finally turned  
around to face him he quickly looked away from her and pointed to the board  
that was lying on the desk. "Something broke down?"  
  

 Rey put the spare parts onto the table and nodded. "Yes. The driver circuit got  
overloaded, and the heat destroyed some parts of the board. But fortunately  
it's all just cheap stuff." She smiled and tilted her head slightly. "But I  
guess that's not what you came here for, is it?"  
  
"That's right. I wanted to ask you if you've got any plans for this weekend."  
  
"I'm not sure yet. Why?"  
  
Mike hesitated for a second, knowing fully well that she already knew what he  
was going to say. "I'd like to take you out for dinner, if you want to," he  
said. Even though he had been through this before, he felt his ears blushing  
under his fur.  
  
Rey smiled at him and nodded. "Yes, why not. Where'll we be going?"  
  
Mike suppressed the urge to jump around with joy and forced himself to smile,  
too. "Actually, I don't know yet. I wanted to ask you first, if you had any  
preferences."  
  
"How about going to Macey's? I haven't been there for a while, and they make  
great sandwiches."  
  
"Sounds good to me," he replied. "So I'm going to pick you up Friday night at  
seven at your place?"  
  

 "Great! I'm looking forward to it." She smiled at him, wagging her tail slowly  
from side to side.  
  
"Okay. I'll see you Friday night, then!" He returned the smile and reluctantly  
turned away from her to leave the office. On the way back to his desk the only  
thing he could hear was the beating of his heart, pounding with joy and  
anticipation. He still could not believe his luck, and he hoped that some day  
he would be able to tell her what his true feelings were for her.  
  
\*  
  
Rey breathed deeply and steadily, taking in the scent of the trees and plants  
while she was running along the dirt path leading through the small forest at  
the edge of the town. Her claws dug into the sand while she took one step after  
another. Donya was right beside her, effortlessly keeping up with her speed.  
They had covered two miles now and decided that they should be heading back to  
the car. So they turned around and made their way down the path they had come,  
their leg muscles bulging and straining with each step they took. When they  
finally reached the parking lot they were panting heavily from the work-out.  
Slowly they allowed their legs to rest a while, stretching the muscles and  
massaging them a bit, so they wouldn't be suffering from sore muscles the next  
day. A few minutes later they packed up their belongings and headed back to  
Rey's flat, anticipating a hot shower and some relaxation.  
  

 Donya turned off the water and stepped out, grabbing a towel and starting to  
rub the wetness out of her fur. Rey was already halfway done, combing the long  
white strands of her belly and chestfur, murring softly to herself while she  
caressed the soft mounds of her breasts for a few seconds. Donya giggled and  
stopped working on her own fur, hooking one finger behind Rey's collar and  
drawing her near, making the vixen yip in surprise. Her eyes grew wide when she  
felt the muzzle of her friend touching hers, seducing her into a deep kiss that  
lasted several minutes before they finally parted again.  
  
"Mmh ... what was that for?" Rey asked, her breath still coming a bit short.  
  
Donya smiled. "Nothing special, my toy. I just feel playful at the moment."  
  
"Oh," Rey said, a little surprised by the change of things. "I guess I should  
get myself ready, then."  
  
"No, it's okay," Donya said. "I'm not in a hurry. I still need to get my fur  
dry before anything else."  
  
While Donya was busy with the towel, Rey kept herself occupied by trimming the  
fur around her eyes to an acceptable length. "I've been thinking a lot about  
Keno's offer lately," she said, cautiously cutting away another red strand of  
fur. "I guess I made the right decision, but still the thought thrills me. I  
mean, look at his skunk slave. The role she's taken probably goes much deeper  
than the part I was offered, but she seems to be awfully happy where she is. I  
wonder if she's ever had second thoughts about her place."  
  

 "She told us once, she never regret her choice."  
  
"Yes, I know. But maybe she didn't want to tell us about her feelings, let  
alone in front of her Master. I don't think that she's unhappy, quite the  
opposite. But I can't imagine that she never thought about how it would be to  
get her own life back."  
  
"I guess you'd have to ask /her/ if you want to know for sure," Donya said, her  
voice muffled by the towel draped over her head. She ruffled her headfur and  
peeked through the folds of the cloth. "Do you regret your choice becoming my  
toy?"  
  
"No. I'm still happy with it, and I hope you are, too. But my situation is not  
the same. I still have my own things going on. I have my job, my own flat and  
I'm free to go anywhere I like - unless you choose otherwise. Her place is so  
much more ... restricted. I don't know how long I could stand this."  
  
"Speaking of restrictions. How about a visit to the mansion? I'm in a playful  
mood tonight, and maybe you can satisfy your curiosity a bit." Donya smiled  
when she saw Rey making faces at her. "Get yourself ready, my toy. I'll finish  
drying up my fur in the meantime."  
  

 Rey nodded and left the bathroom, smiling to herself. While she picked up her  
things she already felt the familiar glow spreading inside of her. Anticipation  
and excitement made her fingers fly when she put on her wrist and ankle cuffs,  
letting the small locks snap into place. Since Donya already had the keys she  
wouldn't be able to take off the restraints until her friend saw fit. Quickly,  
she started to get dressed. She chose a simple but nice looking blouse and  
short pants, knowing that she wouldn't be wearing them for too long anyway.  
  
After she was done she took a brief look at herself in the mirror. With a smile  
she realized that she became more and more comfortable with wearing cuffs as a  
part of her attire. Only a few weeks ago she would have concealed them with  
scarves and socks, even if it was only for the short walk to her car. By now  
she had become more self-confident. She knew that most of the people didn't  
even notice her cuffs, let alone care about her wearing them. Once or twice she  
even overheard a comment about how interesting her outfit was. The collar was a  
bit different, though. It was locked around her neck for quite some time now,  
and Donya had never given her the key, in fact, she didn't even show it to her  
yet. The ring was detachable, though, with a green gem set into the brass  
colored clasp under it. When she was out in public, she always removed the  
ring, so nobody would see the real purpose of the garment. At home or together  
with Donya, the ring was of course attached.  
  

 Satisfied with her appearance she left the bedroom and met Donya, who was  
waiting for her in the hallway. The vixen picked up her small bag and fetched  
her keys.  
  
"Are you ready to go, my toy?" Donya asked, while she looked over the  
appearance of her friend.  
  
"We can go whenever you want."  
  
"Good!"  
  
They left the flat to get into Donya's car. A minute later they were on their  
way to the mansion.  
  
The heavy wooden door opened as if by its own will, and the two friends entered  
the house. Keno and his slave were waiting for them in the big hall. "Welcome  
back," the otter said. "What are you up to tonight?"  
  
"We don't really know yet," Donya replied. "We were looking for some  
inspiration."  
  
"I think you'll find enough of that here," the otter said with a chuckle. "Any  
preferences?"  
  
Donya looked at her friend. "I don't know. My toy was showing some interest in  
your relationship with your slave lately. Maybe I should give her a taste of  
this some day."  
  
"Donya, please," Rey protested, rolling her eyes. "I was just thinking about  
your offer, Keno. I wondered how it would feel to give up all you have, to put  
your life into the paws of someone else. And I asked myself, how your ... um  
... lady felt about it."  
  

 Keno gave her a stern glance. "Rey, she's my slave. You don't have to feel  
guilty about calling her this."  
  
The vixen looked down. "I'm sorry. This isn't easy for me, even if I don't  
know, why. But anyway, ever since you made that offer, I thought about my own  
place and those of the others I have met. Your slave has surprised me once or  
twice already, this taught me not to assume things, only because of their  
chosen role in a relationship."  
  
Keno nodded and put an arm around the skunk at his side, pulling her close.  
"When I met her the first time I also didn't recognize her real self at first.  
But I quickly found out what was hiding beneath the surface of this quiet  
woman. Maybe you just need some time, too, to get acquainted with us." He  
stroked the skunk's cheek with the back of his paw and she rubbed her head  
against his touch. "So, would you like to get to know her better?"  
  
Rey blushed lightly under her fur. "Yes, I think I would. I hope I'm not  
crossing any borders. I'm just still not sure about my own place and feelings,  
and maybe understanding your slave could help me to understand myself better."  
  

 Keno smiled. "Yes, maybe you're right." He turned his head and looked into the  
eyes of his skunk servant. He twitched an ear and his face changed for a  
moment, before he smiled again. The skunk nodded and backed away to turn around  
and leave them. "I think, we should grant you your wish, my dear vixen." The  
otter smiled again.  
  
Rey looked into the eyes of the man in front of her and the fur along her spine  
started to stand upright. Something in his smile made her shiver, and she felt  
a slight pang of panic. Her ears twitched nervously, causing the small silver  
ring to glitter in the bright light of the hall. Oddly enough this in turn sent  
a warm rush through her body, and she took a deep breath, trying to regain her  
composure.  
  
But when she suddenly felt something pulling at the cuff on her left wrist she  
nearly jumped out of her fur and let out a short yelp. Before she could react  
her arm was pulled on her back and locked to her right wrist. She turned her  
head and saw the skunk behind her, smiling contentedly at her. The vixen  
growled softly, trying to get her arms free of her cuffs that had been locked  
together, but she was already securely caught. "What the hell!" she exclaimed,  
when the servant put a blindfold over her eyes and tied it snugly in place.  
"What are you doing?"  
  

 "Just relax and let us have a little fun with you, my toy," she heard Donya's  
voice right next to her.  
  
She scolded herself for being so inattentive. Two paws took her by the arms and  
started to lead her forward, and she slowly followed with insecure steps.  
Although she knew that they would not let her run into anything she still felt  
queasy about it. She wanted to protest, but at the same time she knew, that  
this wouldn't get her anywhere, she would earn herself a gag at best, which she  
didn't want - at least not yet. And on the other paw the whole situation felt  
strangely exciting. Step by step she went on, and her companions didn't make  
any noise to let her know where she was going. With her paws locked on her back  
she wasn't even able to properly balance herself, so she staggered and swayed  
quite a bit. The sound of a door opening made her get a slight haunch of their  
destination. The door closed again, and the sounds of the hall were shut off  
entirely.  
  
Her companions stopped, and Rey felt nimble paws starting to undress her. First  
they opened the buttons of her pants, sliding them slowly down her legs and  
made her step out of them. All the time another pair of paws was roaming over  
her upper body, undoing one button after the other and stroking the soft fur  
underneath her blouse, paying close attention to her breasts and nipples,  
making her squirm with embarrassment and yet more turned on by the minute.  
Whimpering softly she felt her slip go, suddenly feeling her helplessness even  
stronger than before. The cuffs were unlocked, but still she could not break  
free from the grip of the strong paws holding her. When she finally had been  
stripped they bound her arms on her back again, using a length of soft but  
strong rope that was looped several times around her wrists below the  
restraints and tied off in a way she could not get out of. They started walking  
through another door and into a bigger room. While she was led on she felt a  
constant breeze on her exposed fur, making her blood tingle with anticipation.  
She wondered what they had in store for her this time.  
  

 Again, they came to a halt. The paws leading her suddenly disappeared and she  
was alone. Involuntarily she tried to undo her blindfold, but the rope held her  
arms tightly bound to her back. Unsure of what to do she turned her head this  
way and that, her ears nervously twitching in every direction, trying to pick  
up a sound that would tell her, what was happening. A multitude of thoughts and  
images passed through her mind. There could be thousands of people around her,  
watching her naked body shivering with uncertainty, and she wouldn't know that  
they actually were there. She came up with even more intimidating thoughts,  
hoping sincerely that none of them actually were true. Uneasily she shifted in  
her bonds, breathing deeply and trying to calm down as good as she could.  
  
Suddenly there was movement in the air before her, and she felt the warmth of  
another body. Someone brushed along the fur of her breasts, then pushed gently  
against them. Rey tried to back away but strong arms held her in place. Slowly  
the other body was pushed into her, and she felt a pair of breasts rubbing  
against her own in a most sensual way. 'Donya?' she thought, not daring to ask  
out loud. A minute later she caught the scent of the fur and instantly knew  
that it was not her friend but Keno's servant, who was leaning against her,  
rubbing her body ever so slightly against her own, making her shiver softly.  
The skunk's head rested against her collarbone, her damp snout nuzzling under  
her chin and nipping her fur lightly. Rey turned her head away in  
embarrassment, but her body couldn't help but react to the situation. She was  
held captive by strong paws, forced to endure - or rather enjoy - the attention  
given to her by the woman before her.  
  

 The vixen whimpered softly and started to squirm again when she felt a broad  
strap being looped across her back. Another one was running perpendicular to it  
down her spine, connected with even more straps. All in all there were three  
broad bands encircling her body now, and when they were pulled taut she felt  
herself being pushed against the skunk's torso, strapped into a harness of some  
sort that was squeezing the two girls' bodies together. A rattling sound  
startled Rey, and she felt the harness tighten slightly more while it was  
pulled upward a little bit at the same time. She was still standing on her  
feet, but she felt the straps supporting her weight so she could not fall over.  
Moaning with pleasure she tried to escape her bindings, but she was truly  
trapped, and all she was achieving was rubbing her breasts against the ones of  
the skunk, getting the two of them even more aroused.  
  
Rey blinked when the blindfold finally was removed. She waited for her eyes to  
accommodate to the light and looked around. The room was part of the mansion's  
playground, as she already had suspected. Three broad leather belts, connected  
by two supporting straps that were hanging from a chain, were hugging her body  
tightly to the skunk, keeping the two of them standing up and connected to each  
other. Both of them had their paws bound on their back. Keno and Donya were  
watching them, smiling at each other. Rey slowly gave in to the situation and  
let her head rest against the skunk's temple, being unable to back away from  
her anyway. The slave didn't seem to mind, though, noticeably relaxing and  
leaning against her.  
  

 "What a beautiful sight," Donya said, circling the two captive girls with slow  
steps, letting her paw trace through the skunk's black and Rey's red fur. "I  
hope you two are enjoying each others' company as much as we do."  
  
Keno walked over to his servant, stroking her cheekfur for a second before  
gently grabbing her muzzle and turning her head to face him. "My dear, why  
don't you make yourself and our guest comfortable while we get out the toys for  
you?"  
  
"As you wish, Master."  
  
Keno let go of her and left together with Donya for one of the closets nearby.  
The skunk turned her head to Rey, looking into her eyes with a wicked smile.  
  
The vixen swallowed and grinned sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I'd rather have asked  
you in beforehand, but I didn't know what-"  
  
"Hush, Ma'am," the skunk said under her breath. "You don't have to apologize.  
Just let it happen." She closed her eyes and tilted her head, nuzzling the soft  
fur on the vixen's neck, gently licking and nipping. Her body started to move  
inside her bonds, squeezing their breasts against each others' in just the  
right way. She moved her legs to both sides of Rey's and gently pushed them  
together, rubbing her own thighs against the fur of the vixen.  
  

 Rey moaned softly against her will. The sensations her body was sending her  
were too much, her resistance melted away when she looked into the eyes of the  
slave bound to her. Weakly she still tried to fight against the straps, but  
they held her inescapably in place. There was no way she could get away from  
the treatment the other woman was giving her body. Slowly she closed her eyes  
and let the skunk play with her bound form. It was funny how she was submitting  
to someone, who was effectively trapped in the same way she was herself. But  
for some reason the slave had gained control over her, and she was gradually  
giving in.  
  
"It looks like they're really having a lot of fun there, what do you think?"  
Keno asked when he came back to the harness.  
  
Donya joined the otter and watched her friend and the skunk for a second. "Yes,  
it sure seems like it. They're squirming around quite a bit, though."  
  
"That's right," Keno commented. "And I can't see why they would do this. How  
about giving them something to squirm about?"  
  
"Sure. What do you suggest?"  
  

 "Come over here, I'll show you." Keno walked behind Rey and knelt down. Donya  
followed him to see, what he was going to do.  
  
"Hey, that's not fair!" the vixen protested. "What are you doing over there?"  
  
Donya laughed. "You'll see - or rather find out - soon enough. Just be patient,  
my toy."  
  
Rey squirmed uncomfortably in her bonds and started to moan, when the skunk  
used that for her benefit. "I can't believe I'm actually getting turned on by  
this," the vixen complained, trying to keep her mind distracted from the  
pleasurable rubbing of the servant's nipples against her breasts. "This is not  
what I ... Ooh!" She stopped abruptly and sucked in a deep breath when she felt  
a finger rubbing over the folds of her sex. Moaning loudly she threw back her  
head and struggled anew, unable to get away from the pleasuring paw that was  
spreading her wide, applying a cold jelly like substance. The touch of a rigid  
shaft followed a moment later, making her cry out with lust as it slid slowly  
into her, backing out every inch or two, just to push in even deeper again.  
Panting hard she held her eyes tightly shut and tried to relax, until her love  
tunnel was filled quite snugly. "My God!" she exclaimed. The pressure inside of  
her shifted a little, making it yield a little towards her back, and a second  
later the skunk started to squirm and moan, rubbing her body against Rey's. The  
slave whimpered for a few moments before she finally let out a deep breath, the  
look on her face clearly showing the arousal that was building up inside of  
her. As if this was not enough, another strap was connected to the harness-like  
construction, starting at the small of Rey's back and being pulled through her  
slightly parted legs. As far as she could see, the belt was then moved through  
the skunk's legs and fastened at a similar position on her back. With a jerk it  
was pulled taut, pushing the phallic object deeper into her, locking it in  
place. Both girls yelped in surprise and it wasn't long before they realized,  
that they now were connected by a slightly u-shaped shaft. The vixen started to  
stammer and her face showed bewilderment, but the servant seemed to recover  
very quickly, starting to use the new toy for her own pleasure.  
  

 Rey was moaning again, despite her embarrassment. The movement of the other  
woman bound against her caused her end of the dildo to vibrate and gyrate in a  
very seducing way. Within a few moments she was matching her own pelvic motions  
with those of the skunk, panting heavily with the emotions that were building  
up inside of her. The straps around their bodies made sure that they couldn't  
escape the stimulation, but at the same time they also prevented them from  
falling to the ground.  
  
Keno and Rey started working again, untying their paws and moving them around  
each others' bodies, just to retie them there, at the same spot where the  
crotch strap had been locked in. The vixen pulled against her bonds, trying to  
get her paws free, but they were held as securely as before. Groaning she  
started to squirm again, when she felt the palms of the skunk resting on her  
butt, teasing her with sharp claws, squeezing and stroking her in a very  
sensual way. "You're doing that on purpose, aren't you?" she gasped.  
  
"Yes, Ma'am," the skunk replied. "It's my duty to bring pleasure to those who  
are entrusted to me. Just relax and let yourself fall."  
  

 "But ... this is ..." Rey stammered, not able to arrange her thoughts anymore.  
Only now she realized, that she had kept her paws at an upward angle, away from  
the skunk's bottom below them, and slowly she let them come to rest on the  
surprisingly soft fur, still a bit nervous about the new situation.  
  
"Oh, yes, Ma'am!" the slave cooed, rocking her hips back and forth to make the  
vixen moan again. "Don't fight it, Ma'am, just do what your body tells you.  
Getting to know each other involves learning the specialties of each others'  
bodies. So just lean back ... and learn."  
  
Rey was panting heavily now, her paws finally lying flat on the cheeks of the  
skunk, even starting to knead and stroke a little. The servant smiled happily  
and moved her head up to the vixen's muzzle. Gingerly she started to lick Rey's  
lips until the vixen opened her mouth just a bit. And when the skunk's muzzle  
finally rested on Rey's parted jaws they both moaned with newly kindled fire  
and shared a deep kiss.  
  
"Now, now! This is a sight to see," Keno said, when he came back to watch the  
two girls struggle in their harness. "I bet they'll not last long if they're  
keeping up dancing like this."  
  

 "Too bad for them, " Donya giggled. "We could've had so much fun tonight."  
  
Rey and the skunk didn't pay too much attention to their companions, totally  
absorbed in the lust for each other. They broke the kiss only reluctantly and  
Rey was feeling dizzy, leaning into the binding harness while she tried to  
regain her strength. Still the double phallus was rocking softly inside of her,  
and she enjoyed the feeling greatly.  
  
"Oh, maybe we still /can/ have some fun." The otter undid the rope that was  
tying the vixen's wrists to the skunk's back. He gave her a moment to shake her  
arms and roll her shoulders before he hooked his fingers into the rings of her  
leather restraints. A strong padlock connected the cuffs and Keno fastened them  
to the chain over Rey's head, making the lock snap in with a loud click. His  
paw traced down from the trapped arms to the vixen's muzzle, stroking the short  
fur for a moment, before he let go of her again. Rey checked her new bonds,  
pulling at her trapped wrists and finding herself bound as securely as before.  
"Still feeling fine?" Keno asked and pushed his body against hers from behind,  
making her squeal in surprise, when the double phallus rocked inside of her  
again. "Sounds like you do," he chuckled and turned away from her.  
  

 Keno whispered something into Donya's ear and she nodded, leaving them for a  
minute to get something from the toy closet nearby. In the meantime the otter  
stepped up to his slave, and she instantly stopped squirming around, lifting  
her head to meet his gaze. "My love, do you remember, what I told you yesterday  
night?"  
  
"Yes, Master." The voice of the skunk sounded surprisingly calm and composed,  
given the fact that she was in a high state of arousal at the moment. "You  
said, that you wanted to give me a reward for servicing you last night."  
  
"That's right," Keno said, ruffling the skunk's headfur. "And I hold up to my  
promises. Prepare for your reward, my love." He made a step back and smiled,  
when he saw his slave lower her head and trying to relax as good as possible,  
she already knew what he was going to do.  
  
The paddle hit her butt with a loud slap, and she let out a short scream. Her  
body jerked violently, driving the dildo into her with full force.  
Involuntarily she clenched her paws, gripping Rey's bottom tightly. The vixen  
screamed in surprise, being hit by the phallus herself and feeling the strong  
paws of the slave on her butt. Her body reacted with a quick twitch, which in  
turn made the dildo slide forward again, deeper into the skunk's vagina. Keno  
smiled and watched the girls struggle. One simple blow with the paddle turned  
into almost a minute of pleasure for the captive girls. The otter enjoyed the  
sight of the helplessly struggling bodies, fighting against their bonds and the  
sensations of their own desires. When they had come to rest he let the paddle  
hit his slave another time, and the whole thing started over again.  
  

 Donya laughed and stepped behind her toy, pushing against her with her arms  
resting at her sides. When the otter hit the skunk again, Donya felt the jerks  
and struggles of the vixen, enjoyed the power she and Keno possessed over the  
two bound women. The otter was obviously having a good time himself, too,  
placing one well aimed blow after another on the cheeks of his slave's butt,  
making her moan and scream loudly, her body rubbing and squeezing against  
Rey's. The vixen was already losing herself in the game, being nothing more  
than a writhing bundle of pure lust, a slave to her own body, unable to resist  
the powerful sensations being sent through her.  
  
Rey's vision blurred, and her voice became coarse from screaming. Again, the  
paddle hit the skunk, sending the waves of pleasure straight into her groin.  
She struggled and pulled against the cuffs that held her paws tightly trapped,  
tried to squirm out of the harness that kept her close to the servant. But no  
amount of fighting got her even close to freeing herself. She was forced to  
endure the blows of the paddle. The way she was tied to the skunk and connected  
to her by the double phallus, he could just as well have hit herself instead of  
the skunk. With tightly shut eyes she anticipated the next blow and yipped  
loudly when it finally came. Too many hits later, she collapsed in her  
bindings, her body starting to convulse with a mind of its own, dropping her  
into a powerful orgasm that blew her conscience away.  
  

 Keno kept spanking his slave until he saw her starting to fight for control  
over her body. With each successive blow he watched the two women closely,  
waiting for the vixen to go over the edge, and when he heard her howls of  
pleasure he ordered, "Come for me, my love!"  
  
"Yes, Master!" the skunk sobbed, her face wet with tears of pain and pleasure.  
  
His next two strikes were much harder than before, making the slave scream with  
agony. Her body jerked violently in time with the vixen's movements, riding on  
the waves of her climax while Keno kept spanking her, gradually lowering the  
force of the blows.  
  
For a minute or two the captive girls squirmed and moaned. The intense  
sensations subsided only very slowly, leaving them panting and shivering  
violently. Donya was still in Rey's back, feeling the trembling body and  
comforting her toy, while the vixen slowly came down from the high she had just  
experienced. The skunk was regaining her composure, too, gently rubbing her  
nose at Rey's neck and licking the fur of her throat.  
  
"I hope you're feeling all right," the skunk said eventually.  
  

 Rey was still a little short of breath, so she simply nodded. The rush was over  
now and she longed to be untied again. It was another strange thing she could  
not really explain. As much as she loved it to be put into restraints, she  
could not wait to be set free again, when it was over. Most of the times she  
was not that lucky, though, at least not when she was playing with Donya.  
  
"That's my girl!" Keno said, gently stroking the black mane of his slave and  
giving her a quick slap with his paw on her still tender butt. The skunk jumped  
with a squeal, making Rey jerk in her bonds again, crying out in agony, when  
her over-sensitive inner folds were rubbed again by the dildo still stuck in  
her. The otter laughed and put the paddle away. "I guess it's time to let you  
two take a shower. You look like you need it."  
  
Donya and Keno started untying the two girls. Rey winced softly when her paws  
were unhooked from the chain over her head, but she kept holding on to the  
supporting links while the harness was being removed. When Donya started to  
pull out the phallus the vixen moaned loudly, gritting her teeth to dispel the  
sensations that were rushing through her again. And when it finally slipped out  
of her completely, she nearly lost her balance. Thanks to the supporting chain  
she could hold herself upright, until she was eventually ready to walk again.  
The skunk was in a similar condition, although she seemed to cope with it a  
little better than Rey did. She went over to the vixen, supported her and led  
her away, towards the showers. Keno and Donya chuckled while they watched them  
stagger along and burst out with laughter when they were out of sight.  
  

 Rey sighed deeply, the warm water soaking her fur and relaxing her overstrained  
muscles. The skunk was next to her, busily cleaning up her fur. If she had not  
been there herself she would never have guessed that this woman had been put  
through this kind of torture just a few minutes ago. By now the slave was  
showing no signs of exhaustion or sore limbs. Absent-mindedly she continued to  
clean her fur, paying close attention to the places that were covered by her  
cuffs and collar. When she began washing her crotch she whimpered softly at the  
touch, her flesh still extremely tender. Her legs started shaking again, and  
she grabbed for the handle at the wall to prevent herself from falling.  
  
"May I help you, Ma'am?" the skunk offered. "I can see that you haven't fully  
recovered yet. Maybe you should just lean against the wall and let me get you  
cleaned up."  
  
Rey sighed softly and nodded, too weak to be proud at the moment. "Yes, please  
... I'm completely shot."  
  
The servant nodded and knelt down before her, slowly and cautiously beginning  
to lather the fur of and between her legs. "I know how you must feel now. It  
has been quite a rough session tonight."  
  

 "How do you do it?"  
  
"I'm sorry, Ma'am? Do what?"  
  
"I mean ... how do you cope with it? You've gone through a far worse treatment  
than I did, and yet, you're the one servicing me now and not the other way  
round. By all means, I should be the one who was in better shape."  
  
The skunk chuckled softly, while she paid close attention to Rey's nether lips,  
carefully cleaning them with the mild soap on her washcloth. The vixen groaned  
softly and held on tight to the handles, while the other woman kept on working.  
"Ma'am, I think, it all comes with practice. Master gave me my reward for being  
of service to him today, and I was very grateful to receive it. If I were to be  
punished, he would've been much less gentle to me."  
  
"Gentle?" Rey exclaimed. "You call being hit by a paddle until your butt burns  
being gentle?"  
  
"Yes, Ma'am. A punishment would've incorporated a cane instead of the paddle.  
You see, my body yearns for extreme sensations, I have a very high pain  
threshold. The flogging actually felt very good to me, even though I can tell  
that the average person would've not taken this as lightly." She said it, as if  
it simply was a matter of fact. There was no sign of her trying to impress Rey  
with what she could handle. "And after all, I've been trained to be a slave for  
a couple of years, and endurance was a very important part of it. You see,  
Ma'am, it's not that you're too weak to take it, it's me who needs a very rough  
hand, and this is not something taken by just everyone. Master was very  
generous tonight, giving me the paddle while you were enjoying the  
helplessness."  
  

 "Well, I can't say that I didn't like tonight's game." Rey shivered a little  
when the skunk rinsed the soap out of her fur and groin. "I felt a bit  
humiliated at first, but I guess I'm still too self-conscious about all this.  
You seem to be much more open about your feelings and needs."  
  
"As a slave, you have to be, Ma'am."  
  
"Yes, I know. But wasn't there ever a moment, when you wanted to keep something  
for yourself? Or maybe a fantasy you just couldn't tell him about?"  
  
The skunk finished her work and stood up, starting to apply more soap to Rey's  
chestfur. "Actually, Ma'am, there were times when I kept some secrets to  
myself, but that was before I was chosen by Master. He demands complete  
devotion and honesty from me, and I'm happy to obey."  
  
"You never thought about being the one who's giving orders?"  
  
"No, Ma'am."  
  
Rey thought for a moment. "That night, when I was here for the first time,  
Donya traded me to Keno for a skunk. Was that you?"  
  
"Yes, Ma'am. I was given the pleasure of meeting your owner. I hope, you've  
been enjoying your time with Master."  
  

 "Yes, I did. I was confused and scared at first, but he quickly convinced me,  
that I was well taken care for."  
  
"He's good at that, Ma'am." The skunk giggled.  
  
Rey enjoyed the warm jet of water for some more minutes, while the skunk  
excused herself to leave her, not wanting to make her Master wait longer than  
necessary. When she was alone, the vixen stretched and kneaded her sore limbs,  
whimpering softly at the slight pain coming from her muscles. When she finally  
was done, she turned off the water and took her towel to get herself dried up.  
Her clothes were still waiting for her in the dressing room. She put them on  
and went through the big hall and up the stairs, heading for the dining room,  
where she had met Keno after her last visit. She didn't want to go home without  
at least saying good-bye. Before she entered, she heard voices coming from the  
room. The otter and his slave were talking to each other, and Rey didn't want  
to interrupt, so she waited for a moment outside the door.  
  
"Yes, Master. I understand." The voice of the skunk was as calm as ever.  
  

 "Good," Keno replied. "I wonder, what made you think about this, though. I hope  
there's nothing wrong with me. I'd never want to see you unhappy."  
  
"No, Master. I still love you above all people in the world. When I was helping  
the vixen toy getting cleaned up, we started to talk a bit, and she made me  
curious about how it would be. So I came to you to ask. While I don't think  
that anything is going wrong, I'd like to become certain about my feelings and  
refine my place at your side."  
  
"Oh, I see. She's causing a lot of commotion in the mansion, don't you think? I  
like that. New people bring new ideas. But regarding your suggestion, I'll  
think about it. We may try swapping places for a day, but not before next  
week."  
  
"Yes, Master. Thank you for your consideration."  
  
Rey stepped back a pace and looked around uncertainly. She never wanted to  
/cause commotion/ of any sort, and she was taken aback of the skunk's reaction  
to her questions. Maybe she should stop asking people too many things. She  
nearly jumped when the skunk stepped out of the room in front of her. But the  
servant either didn't notice her nervousness or just paid no attention to it.  
She just nodded quickly and walked past her. Rey breathed a sigh of relief and  
went to the door, politely knocking at the frame.  
  

   
  
Part II: The Princess and the Pea  
  
The day had been quiet for a Friday, so Rey came home with a smile. She was  
looking forward to tonight's dinner and stopped the Subaru in front of her  
house, not really caring if she was parking in a straight line or not.  
Whistling softly to herself she hurried up the stairs and entered the flat.  
After putting away her working gear and getting rid of her clothes she took a  
quick shower and spent some time in front of the mirror to get her red headfur  
under control again. When she was satisfied with her appearance she left the  
bathroom to find a nice outfit for the occasion.  
  
Rey was just leafing through the neatly hanging clothes in the wardrobe when  
the doorbell rang. Confused, the vixen looked up and wondered, who it might be.  
She went to the big window in the living room and looked outside. Donya's  
mustang was standing there. Rey giggled and walked over to the door, not even  
bothering to get dressed. She pushed the buzzer and left the door slightly  
ajar, so her friend could come in, while she returned to her quest for a  
suitable evening attire.  
  

 "Hello?" came the voice of her friend from the hallway.  
  
"Come in! I'm in the bedroom." Rey answered.  
  
A few seconds later, the raccoon stood in the door, watching her friend trying  
to find out what to wear. "You're going out?"  
  
"Yeah. Mike asked me out on a date for tonight. We're going to Macey's. I'm  
just trying to find something nice."  
  
Donya stepped up behind her, looking over her shoulder while Rey kept turning  
her stuff. "I see. When do you have to go?"  
  
"Mike was going to pick me up at seven o'clock. I've got to hurry." The vixen  
pulled out a few pieces and stacked them on the side of the bed. "I'm sorry  
that you came here in vain."  
  
"Oh, don't be. I think it's great that you and Mike seem to get along nicely.  
But, it's true, I don't want to have come here for nothing." With the element  
of surprise she pushed her friend on the bed, wrestling her onto her back and  
holding her paws tightly to both sides of her head. Rey squealed and tried to  
fight her way out, but Donya already had snapped a pair of handcuffs on her  
wrists, locking them around one of the steel bars at the front end of the bed.  
Ever since Rey had become her toy she was always carrying some kind of  
restraining devices at hand, in case her toy was needing some special treatment  
quickly.  
  

 "What are you doing?" Rey demanded, tugging futilely at her trapped paws. "I'm  
going to be late for dinner!"  
  
"No, my dear, you'll arrive just in time." Donya picked up the phone, called up  
the address book and started dialing. "The better you behave the sooner I'll  
let you go."  
  
"Donya! Please-" the vixen started, but was cut short by a paw wrapping around  
her muzzle.  
  
"Hello? Is this Mike speaking? Yes. I'm Donya, Rey's friend. Yes. She told me  
that she can't make it to be back home in time, but she'll meet you at Macey's  
at seven. No, she's all right, there was just something - getting in the way.  
Yeah, no problem. Bye!" She hung up and dropped the phone, before she let go of  
Rey's muzzle.  
  
The vixen growled with her ears folded back to her skull. "What the hell are  
you up to?"  
  
Donya was already starting to search Rey's toy closet. "I'm going to make sure  
that you'll have a lot of fun tonight."  
  
"I can take care of that myself, I don't need you to help me." The vixen  
growled and gave her friend an angry glare.  
  
The raccoon laughed and nodded. "I know, I know. But I want to have some fun,  
too. And since I'm not going to get to play with my toy tonight, I at least  
want to tease you a bit." She took some of the devices from the closet and  
spread them out on the bed. "What are those for?" she asked, lifting up a  
bunch of rubber-like ropes, so Rey could see them. "Some new toys you  
invented?"  
  

 "Yes, but I'm not done with them yet."  
  
"So? What are they supposed to do?"  
  
Rey groaned. "I don't want to talk about it yet. When they're done and working,  
I'll show them to you, I promise."  
  
Donya looked at the vixen with a strict face. "You better do," she said firmly,  
before she picked up the next piece. It looked like an ordinary vibrator, but  
there was a thin, flexible stick attached to the underside. "And this one?"  
  
Rey swallowed hard, and her eyes grew wide for a second, before she got herself  
under control again. "This is also work in progress."  
  
"And what does it do?"  
  
Rey said nothing, her tail twitching nervously between her legs.  
  
"Come on, tell me! The longer you're keeping silent, the longer I must keep you  
here."  
  
"Donya, I ..." The raccoon just looked at her, not willing to argue. "Well,  
okay ... It's a radio controlled toy. You can switch it on and off with a  
remote control that's somewhere in the bag, and you can adjust speed and  
amplitude. Please, Donya, you know this thing already. I only integrated the  
receiver into the plug! Let me go, okay? I don't want to be late!"  
  

 The raccoon looked at the toy with kindled interest. "Nice. Did you improve the  
range, too?" She looked at her friend and smiled, when she looked away. "Of  
course you did. Now relax, my toy!" She grabbed the vixen's legs and started to  
push them apart.  
  
"Donya! What ... Stop it!" Rey struggled and tugged at her cuffs in a desperate  
attempt to break free, but there was no escape. "Leave me alone, please!"  
  
The raccoon laughed softly and kept on spreading her friend's limbs until she  
had unobstructed access to what lay between them. With a probing finger she  
rubbed carefully over the pink slit below the rich white fur and found it  
glistening wet. "Now look at this. You can't fool me, my toy. Struggle all you  
want, I know you're enjoying this."  
  
"Yes ... but I don't want to!"  
  
"Oh, you do, my foxy toy! You do." With slow and careful motions Donya started  
to push the vibrator into Rey's vagina.  
  
The vixen moaned and struggled, trying to avoid the touch of the object  
entering her, still there was no way out of this. The raccoon kept sliding the  
plug forward, pulling back every now and then to spread the lubricating fluids,  
then pushing deeper. Rey moaned despite herself, and when the vibrator was  
completely inside of her, she was panting hard and shivering with arousal.  
  

 "Oh, dear!" Donya said. "Doesn't this feel wonderful my toy?" She flicked the  
small switch on the underside and kept her palm flat against the base of the  
plug, making sure that it wasn't going to slide out while she fetched Rey's  
crotch straps and looped them around her waist and between her legs. The small  
padlock clicked shut, holding the vibrator firmly in place. "There! All in. I  
think now you're all set up for the night."  
  
"What? But ... you can't be serious! Get that thing out of me! Please!"  
  
"Na-ah!" Donya said and shook her head. "This is for refusing to tell me,  
what's with the rubber ropes. And now, come on, get up. We still have ten  
minutes to get you to Macey's."  
  
Rey whimpered and protested, while her friend unlocked the cuffs to set her  
free. The vixen sat up and sucked her breath through clenched teeth, when the  
plug shifted inside of her. "You can't do that to me! I'm going to make a  
complete fool of myself!"  
  
"No, you'll do fine, I'm sure. You don't want to embarrass yourself or your  
date, do you?"  
  
Rey growled, but there was nothing she could do at the moment, apart from using  
her safe word to make her friend stop teasing her. But this was considered a  
last resort, and she wasn't that desperate yet. With slow and deliberate  
movements she stood up from the bed and got dressed, whimpering and moaning  
under her breath while she tried to get used to the dull pressure of the  
vibrator inside of her. She also redecided on wearing a roomy jeans skirt  
instead of pants to ease the pressure on her abdomen. But when she started to  
bend over to put on her shoes, she groaned with the sensations and the slight  
pain the vibrator was causing. "Donya ... Can you please help me with these?"  
  

 The raccoon looked at the appearance of her friend and smiled. "No, I think,  
you look great just the way you are now. There's no reason for you to hide  
those beautiful paws of yours. Oh, and by the way, nice anklet! When did you  
get yourself that one?"  
  
Rey growled again, but she didn't argue, since this would only cost her more of  
her precious time. She wiggled her left foot a bit, making the slim golden  
chain around her ankle jingle softly. "I picked it up yesterday for tonight.  
But I didn't mean to show it off /this/ way. Well, at least it's not cold  
outside."  
  
While the vixen went into the bathroom to put on a bit of perfume and brush her  
teeth, Donya searched the toy bag for the remote control. She found two of  
them, each one looking the same as the other. With a big smile she started to  
push some buttons until she heard a sharp squeal from two rooms away, followed  
by a loud and muffled curse. "Guess what, I found the remote!" she called out  
and let it slip into her pocket. Rey kept on cursing her friend, but Donya  
merely giggled. "Now hurry up! Or you /will/ be late!"  
  

 "Oh, shut up!" Rey replied, when she came back from the bathroom, walking very  
carefully. "Are you going to give me a ride or what?"  
  
"Sure. Let's go." Donya slapped Rey's butt playfully and laughed when the vixen  
jumped with a loud yip. "I bet your romeo's already waiting for you!"  
  
Rey followed her friend out of the flat, grabbing her keys and purse on the way  
out. "You're just jealous. That's why you're torturing me!"  
  
"Yes, I am," Donya replied, descending the stairs in an awfully cheerful way.  
  
Rey staggered behind her, still fighting to keep her composure, while the plug  
inside of her sent most distracting spikes of pleasure through her body. "One  
day I'll get you for this!"  
  
"I'm looking forward to it."  
  
They went on threatening and teasing each other while getting into Donya's car  
and driving through the streets of the city. Fortunately, the diner was not  
more than a ten minute drive from Rey's flat, and Donya accidently /forgot/  
about one or two speed limits to get them there even faster. In the end they  
arrived only one or two minutes late, and Rey breathed a sigh of relief when  
she finally could stand up again.  
  

 By now the vixen had become used to the vibrator, as long as it kept quiet.  
Still, it was a bit uncomfortable and didn't allow her to make quick steps or  
more extreme movements. So she tried to keep herself calm and steady,  
concentrating on the date instead of the sexual excitement that was looming  
inside of her. To make matters worse, Donya parked the car a little way down  
the street. Gritting her teeth Rey left her friend behind and went back a few  
hundred feet to reach the Diner. To her relief the sidewalk was nearly  
deserted, and the few people who went past her didn't seem to notice, that she  
was walking particularly slowly and with well placed paces. Her bare paws  
helped to cushion the fall of her steps though, one of the little things that  
helped her through the situation. However, she couldn't help herself getting  
more and more aroused while she walked, and she had to stop every now and then  
to keep herself from panting. When she finally reached the entrance of the  
restaurant she breathed a sigh of relief. Quickly she checked on her reflection  
in the window, took a deep breath and entered the room.  
  

 Donya giggled softly to herself while she watched her friend walking down the  
street. She had to admit that Rey was doing a good job, if you didn't know what  
was going on you wouldn't have noticed anything out of the ordinary. Slowly she  
followed the vixen, who was just taking a break next to the glass door of the  
restaurant. When Rey finally walked inside, the raccoon took her time, idling  
in front of some of the display windows before she eventually followed her  
vixen friend into the building. All the time her paw was playing around with  
the remote control in her pocket, stroking and rubbing the controls without  
actually using them. The time for her part of the show had not come yet.  
Silently she picked a spot at the other end of the room and sat down, a big  
smile on her muzzle.  
  
The ginger striped cat put down the menu and glanced at the clock. It was just  
past seven, and he was getting more nervous by the minute. It would have been  
easier for him to pick her up at her place, but as things were now he was stuck  
here, bound to wait for her to arrive. He only hoped she wouldn't be late, or  
he was going to be nothing more than a puddle of feline goo quivering on the  
chair. He picked up his soda and took a sip, when he saw her coming in. Her  
sight took his breath away, and he had to concentrate hard on swallowing the  
liquid in his mouth, so he would not choke on it. She looked around and spotted  
him, turned slowly and approached his table. He forced himself to smile and  
stood up to offer her a chair. Everything seemed to stop around him, as if she  
was moving in slow motion. The collar and earring had become a part of her by  
now, but the rest of her appearance was quite different, even compared to the  
night when they had been at the Riverside District cafe. She wore only a  
simple, blue blouse and a jeans skirt. She didn't even wear shoes, only a slim,  
golden anklet sparkled in the dim light of the diner. He couldn't really say  
what it was, but she seemed different. Half an eternity later he found the  
heart to speak. "Hi Rey! I was hoping you could make it on time."  
  

 "Yes, me too. I'm sorry for the confusion."  
  
"Oh, it's okay. Sometimes things just happen." He pulled out the chair for her  
and offered her a seat. "You can tell me about it, if you like."  
  
Rey slowly sat down, wincing a little when she shifted her position, and put  
down her purse. When she saw his concerned face she smiled uneasily.  
  
"Are you all right?" he asked.  
  
"Yes, don't worry. I'm just suffering from the workout I had yesterday at the  
gym." She picked up the menu and started studying the contents.  
  
"Ah, I see. I should start working out myself sometime. All this sitting in  
front of a computer screen does me no good." He cradled his belly in his paws  
to show what he meant. "What sports do you play?"  
  
"I love squash," Rey said, "although I like to play badminton or go jogging in  
the forest. It depends on my mood actually and on the fact if there's someone  
else available to play with."  
  
"Badminton sounds nice," Mike said. "I guess this wouldn't be too exhausting  
for the start."  
  
The vixen chuckled. "Depends on how you play it. Good badminton players are  
very fast, and a good game is just as challenging as a one hundred meters  
dash."  
  

 "Really? I never considered badminton to be high performance sports."  
  
The waiter came to the table and they ordered their dishes. Rey ordered a  
sandwich and coffee while Mike settled for two donuts and another soda.  
  
"I can see why you're concerned about your weight," Rey said with a chuckle.  
  
Mike grinned contritely. "I always was a sweet tooth. I just can't help it. If  
you want to bribe me into anything, just give me sweets."  
  
"I'll remember," the vixen said. "Although I don't-" Rey stopped and stifled a  
moan when suddenly the vibrator in her started buzzing, fortunately very  
gently. She closed her eyes for a moment and tried to ignore the pleasure  
coming from her groin to concentrate on the conversation. "Although I don't  
think this'll be happening in the near future."  
  
Mike regarded her with an inquiring look, but he didn't want to pester her with  
too many questions. She seemed a bit uneasy tonight, and he sincerely hoped it  
was not because of him. He was glad they got a decent talk running, though, so  
he tried to get back on the topic again. "But yes, you're right. I shouldn't  
complain about my weight while stuffing myself with sugar and fat. Maybe I can  
take on a different diet as well as starting to move my body a little."  
  

 Rey leaned back when the waiter brought their food. "You know, it's not that  
important what you eat. As long as you don't freeze in your seat you should be  
fine. You may want to start off with simple things, though. Practice gymnastics  
while watching a movie or the news, go for a walk to the grocery store instead  
of driving and so on. It's all small things, but they make a big difference in  
the long run."  
  
Donya enjoyed her own meal while watching the other two persons chatting. Every  
now and then she varied the intensity of Rey's vibrator, chuckling at her  
reactions. She acquit herself well, only having to pick up a sentence again two  
or three times. But the raccoon could tell that her friend was starting to get  
very nervous, as if she was anticipating the next stimulation while she was  
trying to keep up the conversation. Amazingly she didn't try to cut short her  
date, in order to get out of this awkward situation as soon as possible. Either  
she really cared for Mike and wanted to get to know him better, or she was  
trying to show her - or maybe herself - that she could make it. Whatever reason  
she had to go through with this, Donya was not the one to complain. She flicked  
a switch on the remote again and grinned devilishly when she saw Rey jump up  
from her chair.  
  

 "What is it? Is everything alright?" Mike looked at the vixen in surprise and  
rose slowly.  
  
Rey was panting hard, the last burst of vibrations nearly brought her to a most  
unwelcome climax. Her thoughts started to race and she grabbed her left arm,  
squeezing painfully tight to subdue the pleasure coming from her groin. "I  
think something stung me," she said, slowly recovering from the intense  
sensations. "I'll be right back." As quickly as she could without stirring  
herself up again, she left the table for the restrooms, sending an angry glance  
over to the table where Donya was sitting.  
  
Mike looked after her and tried to make head or tail of the situation. He could  
see that something was going on, but he couldn't tell what exactly. And as long  
as Rey didn't decide to clue him in he was trying to get along with it. With a  
sigh he sat down again and looked at his half-eaten donut. He picked it up and  
took a huge bite from the sweet pastry. 'What the hell ... I can always start  
working out tomorrow.'  
  
Rey stood in front of the big mirror and splashed her face with cold water from  
the faucet. Her breathing was labored, and her head was spinning. Only a few  
moments later Donya entered the restroom and stepped up behind her. The vixen  
spun around and glared at her friend. "How could you do this?" she scolded. "I  
nearly ... wet myself out there! And now I made a complete fool of myself!  
How-"  
  

 Donya wrapped her arms around the vixen and hugged her. "Hush, my toy! You're  
doing great! And I apologize for that last push. I guess I hit you a little too  
hard there. Can you forgive me?"  
  
Rey sobbed softly, slowly regaining her composure. "I guess I can ... But  
please, don't do this again, okay? I don't want to upset him or spill something  
or ... you know what. Okay?"  
  
"Okay. No more spikes, only soft teasing."  
  
The vixen stepped back a pace and looked away. "I'd prefer you to stop  
altogether, but I don't think I'll be that lucky."  
  
Donya frowned. "You know that you can stop this anytime you want. Tell me that  
I must leave, and I will."  
  
Rey looked weakly at her friend. Her ears were folded back against her skull,  
and her eyes were pleading. "Just don't hit me too hard anymore." With this she  
turned around and left the restroom, straightening her body on her way out.  
  
The raccoon kept standing where she was for another minute, thoughtfully  
weighing the remote control in her paw. The words of her toy had been clear,  
and she was not intending to ignore them. She had been reprimanded heavily, but  
on the other paw it felt good to know that her friend was not just accepting  
everything but standing up against her if she overstepped the bounds. Smiling  
broadly she took a quick glance into the mirror, rearranged her headfur a bit  
and left the room, curious about what had been going on in the meantime.  
  

 As the evening went on, Rey and Mike were going through different topics,  
sports, politics, problems and gossip about the company. The vixen seemed to  
relax during the date, and Mike felt much more comfortable around her, the  
longer the conversation went on. They laughed quite a bit and generally had a  
good time. Donya kept on teasing her friend every now and then, but she tried  
not to disturb her too much, only keeping her in a mild state of arousal, so  
she would not be distracted from her date more than necessary. The raccoon felt  
herself getting aroused by the situation, and she felt with her friend, because  
both of them were sexually worked up by now, and neither of them was able to  
satisfy their needs just yet. Donya finished her burger and enjoyed the hot  
coffee before her, watching her friend and Mike having a good time.  
  
"Thank you for your invitation," Rey said when they had risen from the table.  
"It was a wonderful evening."  
  
"My pleasure," the cat replied, a broad smile on his muzzle. "Can I drive you  
home?"  
  
"I appreciate the offer, but a friend of mine is going to pick me up."  
  

 Mike nodded. "Okay. We'll see each other on Monday, then."  
  
The vixen nodded and waved a paw. "Take care!"  
  
"See you!" He waved back and watched her leaving to the exit. With a sigh he  
let his paw drop. Regret about the evening coming to an end fought with joy  
about the time he had been allowed to spend with her. He wanted to call her  
back and even made a step forward, but then he stopped again, not daring to go  
through with this. The vixen stepped outside, turning right and disappeared  
down the street. His ears lay flat against his skull and he cursed himself for  
being such a coward. "Ah, fuck!" he exclaimed and started running after her. He  
nearly knocked over a raccoon female and gave her a quick "Sorry!" before he  
went on, catching up with the vixen on the sidewalk. "Rey! Wait!"  
  
She stopped and turned around with a smile. "Mike! What is it?"  
  
He slowed down and stopped five or six feet before her. "I just ... Well, you  
know, I ... Man, I'm such an idiot." The cat turned away halfway, clenching his  
paws.  
  
"Mike?"  
  
"Rey, I ... I just wanted to tell you that .. I really like you. I only hope,  
that this doesn't make you mad or something." He was trembling inside, now that  
it was out.  
  

 "No, I'm not mad. Why should I be? I like you, too."  
  
The cat smiled. "Thank you for not laughing at me ... I guess I should be going  
now. Sleep well." He waved again and quickly turned around to head back to the  
diner. In his hurry to follow her he had forgotten to pay his bill, and he  
didn't want to be asked uncomfortable questions.  
  
"Don't worry. She thinks, you're cute."  
  
Mike startled and turned around, but the raccoon was already past him, walking  
down the sidewalk with broad swishes of her tail. It took him a moment to  
decide what to do, but then he ran back to the diner. The warm glow in his  
stomach made him feel better, though. If this other woman was right, and not  
just a passer-by who wanted to cheer him up, there was still hope for him. He  
entered the room just at the moment when the waiter was picking up the dishes.  
Quickly he took out his money bag and prepared a big tip.  
  
  
  
Part III: Crossing Borders  
  
Rey sat down on the passenger's seat and winced softly, before she closed the  
door and fastened her seat belt. With a deep sigh she let herself fall back  
against the seat and closed her eyes. For one she was glad that this was over,  
but at the same time she could have enjoyed the conversation a bit more. Her  
arousal didn't help her with that, though, so she had slowly brought the date  
to an end. She looked over to Donya who was fiddling with the ignition key.  
"You are so dead!"  
  

 "Oh, really?" the raccoon said, while she started the engine and pulled out of  
the parking lot. "Last time I checked, you've been the one with the vibrator  
stuck inside of her."  
  
"Yeah, as if it had been my idea."  
  
"You didn't stop me."  
  
"I know. And I hate myself for this." Rey pouted.  
  
Donya smiled. "Honestly, are you all right?"  
  
The vixen didn't answer but merely growled at her.  
  
"Sounds good to me," the raccoon replied. "Say, what do you think about us  
driving to the mansion? I mean, you must be horny beyond belief, and I could  
use a little distraction myself, too. We shouldn't waste this."  
  
Rey groaned. She couldn't stand it when her friend started to talk dirty. "Do  
we really have to?" Another quick glance at her friend confirmed this. "Okay,  
we have to. Why am I not surprised?"  
  
"Don't try to make me believe you're not yearning for some fun right now."  
  
"How could I not ... You've been teasing me all evening."  
  
Donya chuckled. "That's my toy. So what do you want to do? I've been very bad  
tonight, so I want to make amends. You get to choose."  
  

 "You're too kind," Rey replied sarcastically. "But ... to be honest, your game  
really got me excited. I think, the only appropriate way to deal with this  
would be putting me up on the X rack and use me, quick and hard."  
  
The raccoon laughed. "Quick and hard! This can be done, my toy! But to make  
sure that you're going to get your share, I should let you have a little fun in  
beforehand." She reached into her pocket and switched the vibrator on and set  
it to two-third rotating power. Her face showed a big grin when her friend  
started to moan and writhe on the passenger's seat, finally not being forced to  
hide the arousal she felt anymore. They would be at the mansion in five  
minutes, enough time for her friend to build up a lot of energy. "And if the  
rack is in use, we might use Keno's bed with the retracting chains instead."  
  
"Aah ... I liked that one very much, too ... ooh ..." Rey moaned. "But this  
time it wouldn't be fair. All this ... uh ... waiting would make me ... ooh ...  
go crazy."  
  
"One more reason to choose it," Donya said and laughed. "But as I said, it's  
not my choice tonight."  
  

 She kept her toy occupied for the duration of the ride, allowing her to rest  
only when she pulled into the driveway to find a parking space. She helped her  
getting out of the car and felt the heat the vixen was radiating. Together they  
entered the mansion, being led in by one of the servants of the house. Keno and  
his slave were busy with some paperwork so Donya decided to just go and play by  
themselves. She led her friend into the dressing room, helped her getting out  
of her clothes and directed her on, through the big playroom. The vibrator was  
still humming in Rey's love tunnel, constantly sending sparks of pleasure  
through the vixen's body. It didn't take them long to reach the rack, and to  
Rey's relief it was unused.  
  
Both of them didn't intend to waste any time. Rey climbed up the small bases at  
the foot of the rack and placed her feet on the slanted platforms, while Donya  
started to pick up the straps and locks she would need to secure her toy. When  
the raccoon came back to the rack, Rey was already leaning back against it, her  
limbs spread out over the wooden frame.  
  

 "Please, Donya! Strap me in - tightly!" Her breathing came fast, and her eyes  
showed clearly the high state of arousal she was in.  
  
The raccoon moved quickly, wrapping the attached leather cuffs around the  
vixen's wrists and locking them, so Rey wouldn't be able to remove them  
herself. The trapped woman moaned and writhed in her bonds, anticipating the  
sensation of being completely helpless and at the mercy of her friend. Donya  
knelt down and secured the vixen's ankles in a similar way, but she didn't  
bother to put locks on the buckles, since Rey wouldn't be able to reach them  
anyway. Another broad strap went around the vixen's waist, pulling her body  
tightly against the rack. Finally the raccoon fastened another four straps  
around Rey's limbs, securing her knees and elbows to the wooden beams. Not more  
than two minutes had passed, and now Rey didn't have any slack to speak of in  
any of her limbs. Panting and moaning she fought against the cuffs and straps,  
trying to break free of the trap she was bound into. The vibrator wasn't  
keeping silent either, plucking at her insides and making her buck her hips  
constantly.  
  

 Donya enjoyed the sight before her for a second. Her paws stroked the fur of  
her friend's belly and breasts, gently squeezing the soft mounds and twisting  
the now very prominent nipples. The vixen moaned loudly, finally feeling the  
touches she had been aching for all evening. Donya teased her some more and  
then left her alone for a while, fetching something from the closet nearby.  
"Did you know my dear, that Keno took one of your designs and improved it?" She  
went back to the rack and held up a collection of straps and rubber sheets. A  
strange construction looking like a tube was attached to it. "Now be a good toy  
and let me put this on you." The raccoon's paws looped the straps around Rey's  
head and muzzle, giving her friend no time to react or even try to resist. The  
rubber sheets enveloped the snout and covered the sides of her muzzle  
completely. Three straps encircled the black shiny material and held the  
trapped women's mouth tightly shut. The tube in the front, whose purpose was  
not yet clear, was locked over her nose and muzzle-tip. A thin cable ran from  
the tube along the muzzle and disappeared to her back, out of her line of  
sight.  
  

 The vixen panted and moaned in her gag, still trying to escape from the cuffs  
and straps that held her bound tightly to the rack. For a moment she lost  
herself in her struggles, exquisitely mixed with the sensations the unshirkable  
vibrator sent through her body. Her friend used her claws now to comb through  
her fur, softly touching and pricking the skin underneath. And with a jerk she  
jabbed her fingers into her sides, making her squeal and cringe, more in  
surprise than with real torture. When she screamed she felt her breathing  
suddenly becoming restricted, and she could exhale only very slowly. Another  
try confirmed her suspicion. The strange thing on her muzzle-tip was making  
sure, that she could suck in and breathe out as much air as she wanted, but it  
was volume controlled. Loud moans or screams would tighten the outlet,  
effectively keeping her from crying out too loud or even calling for help. So  
she was stuck on the rack, tugging and cursing at her bonds, but never getting  
even close to free one of her limbs. The additional straps around her elbows  
and knees made movement even harder and increased her impression of utter  
helplessness. She was sure that, even if her cuffs had not been not locked,  
there was no way for her to get out of them without Donya's help. Panting  
heavily she writhed in her bindings, bringing herself to a new level of  
arousal.  
  

 The raccoon let go of her friend and unlocked her crotch straps. With no  
further ado she allowed the vibrator to slip out of Rey's vagina, only stopping  
on the last quarter of an inch to tease her friend a bit before letting it  
slide out completely. Rey started to scream, but the gag tightened again and  
left her voiceless until she had recovered a bit and calmed down. Donya held  
her paw against the burning hot sex of her toy, rubbing and stroking her wet  
lips to make her squirm and fight in ecstasy. Leaning over to the small shelf  
she picked up a black strap-on dildo. She used Rey's natural wetness to lube up  
the short inner shaft, before she put it on, letting the plug enter her own  
tunnel. She moaned softly with anticipation and looked up at the trapped vixen,  
who was intently watching her, obviously yearning to be filled down there  
again.  
  
"Quick and hard, my toy? I guess I can live with that." Donya stroked the outer  
shaft of the strap on to make the plug inside of her vibrate in a most  
pleasurable way. She took a step up to the base of the rack, stood on the  
pedestal set between the two legs and grabbed the wrist cuffs tightly. Her face  
was only a fraction of an inch away from Rey's, their eyes locking into each  
others' stare. The vixen whimpered and closed her eyes, when she felt the tip  
of the strap-on touch her nether lips. Slowly Donya started pushing forward,  
slipping the rigid staff along the soft flesh of the vixen's sex until she felt  
it gently dipping into her body. Rey threw back her head and let out a quickly  
muffled squeal while her friend pushed the thick rod deeper and deeper. The  
vixen struggled with all her might, trying to get away from the phallus  
spreading her vagina wide and starting to slide in and out, making her moan and  
fight in pleasure. Donya held on to the cuffs and let herself fall onto her  
friend's hot body, rubbing against her, pushing her even more into the rack.  
Her hips were now pounding in a steady rhythm, driving the dildo deep into the  
vixen's tunnel with each thrust. The inner shaft made her let out short yips  
and drove her into a frenzy. All the teasing and watching, while her friend had  
been forced to endure the remote controlled vibrations now discharged in an  
outburst of sexual energy. The room was filled with her ragged cries and the  
low moans of her toy.  
  

 Rey's mind was spinning, while she was taken with a force she had never yet  
experienced. Her muscles fought against the cuffs and straps that were holding  
her body in the trap, never moving more than an inch. Helplessness washed over  
her, and her moans became deeper and more throaty. The vixen kept struggling  
and fighting, feeling her body become nothing more than a toy to give sexual  
gratification to her friend. Panting hard she felt her own arousal rising  
quickly, tears were squeezing through her tightly shut eyelids, staining the  
red fur of her cheeks with dark spots. Quivering violently she finally came,  
bucking her hips as much as she could and screaming into her gag, being forced  
to inhale deeply to keep the thing from squeezing shut again and again. She  
felt the paws of her friend gripping the cuffs even tighter and her body  
shudder on top of her, when she let out a shivering, low-pitched moan. Rey  
collapsed in her bonds, letting herself go limp completely, supported by the  
ties that kept her securely trapped on the X rack. With deep gasps she sucked  
in the air to cool herself a bit, while she rode on the waves of the powerful  
climax she had just experienced. It was only then that she felt her paws  
tingle, as if an army of little needles were pricking her skin. She shifted  
uncomfortably in her bonds to find a position where her circulation would kick  
in again, but she was bound too tightly to move around that much. She tugged at  
the straps of her legs and waist to get her friend's attention.  
  

 The raccoon moaned softly, looking up into the vixen's eyes, still dazed from  
her love making. "Yes, my toy?" She opened the straps of the muzzle harness and  
removed it, so the vixen could speak.  
  
Rey breathed a couple of times before she actually spoke. "Donya, can you  
please unlock my paws? I'm beginning to lose feeling in them, there must be  
something stopping the circulation in my arms."  
  
"Of course, honey. Give me a minute." Donya was shaking her head to clear the  
cobwebs and slowly pulled out of Rey's vagina.  
  
The vixen shuddered while the shaft retracted and let out a long whimper when  
it slipped out completely. She watched her friend stagger backwards on wobbly  
legs and supporting herself with the shelf. "Donya, please hurry ... I feel  
dizzy." Something was happening to her, she could hear her heart beating in her  
ears and the world went out of focus. She heard herself screaming for help, and  
then she started to fall. Panic welled up in her and she tried to scream again,  
but a moment later she felt the strong arms of her friend hugging her tightly.  
She was put down on the floor, lying on her back, while her legs were lifted up  
a bit. The giddiness subsided as quickly as it had come, and Rey started to  
calm down again. "What the ... hell ..." she stammered weakly, exhausted from  
her previous fight against the bonds. Her paws were feeling better though,  
still tingling a little when she touched them but definitely recovering.  
  

 "You circulation collapsed," Donya explained. "I'm afraid the night was a  
little hard on you."  
  
"No, it was something else," a dark voice said, and the two girls looked up to  
see Keno approaching them, his face showing concern. "Are you all right? One of  
the other guests heard your cries and alarmed me."  
  
Rey nodded. "I'm getting better. What do you mean, it was something else?"  
  
The otter knelt down at her side and took one of her paws into his, feeling the  
temperature and checking on her strength. "You've been strapped into the rack,  
your legs were immobile, and your body was standing nearly upright. This is a  
stress test for your constitution. And only very few people can have their arms  
raised up in the air for an extended period of time, without suffering from  
numbness in their paws. You see, your circulation depends on movement. If  
you're forced to stand up for a long time, not able to move a muscle, your  
blood pressure will drop eventually, causing you to feel dizzy and maybe even  
nauseatic."  
  
"Jeez, I should've known that," Donya said, feeling guilty for Rey's mishap.  
"I'm so sorry, my toy! I hope you're feeling better soon."  
  

 "I already do," the vixen replied. "My muscles are a bit limp, but I guess  
that's because of my struggling."  
  
Donya bent down to hug her friend, and Rey answered the hug cautiously, to  
prevent her arms from cramping.  
  
Keno smiled when he was sure that no harm had been done. "You should take this  
as a lesson in bondage safety. There are quite a few things to consider when  
playing with restraints, even more when you're using gags or even trying  
breath-control. Watching your toy is vital, you can never leave her alone when  
she's tied up. You must always make sure that the blood can flow freely through  
all parts of her body. This is especially important when playing with collars."  
He pointed to the X rack. "If you're planning on spending more time on the rack  
you can tilt it over by unlocking the mechanism in the middle of the bars. When  
you're lying on your back you can be tied up for quite a long time, without  
having to worry about your circulation."  
  
Rey nodded. "I guess I'll file this episode under /experience/ and try to avoid  
this in the future." She turned her head to look into the eyes of her friend,  
who was still holding her. "And don't feel bad about what happened. We both  
should've known what was going to happen. But thanks to your quick reaction  
everything went fine in the end."  
  

 "I know, but I'm still kinda shocked."  
  
Keno put his arms around the vixen and lifted her up from the ground. "I think,  
you need a nice hot shower to get your blood flowing properly again." Without a  
further word he picked her legs up, too and cradled her in his arms while  
heading for the showers.  
  
Donya laughed when he heard the protesting screams of her toy and stood up  
herself. "Hey! Wait up! I'm coming with you!" When she had regained her balance  
she staggered forward to keep up with the otter, her legs still a bit shaky  
from the previous exertions.  
  
\*  
  
"I'm really glad that you're driving us home," Donya said, winking at Rey and  
lifting her glass. "Your company really knows what's good." She took another  
sip from her champagne and turned around to look at the other guests.  
  
Rey smiled. "I don't really mind. Staying sober on a party sometimes has it's  
advantages, too." The vixen poured herself a glass of soda before she joined  
her friend on the other side of the table. Usually she hated company parties or  
recreational trips, but this time they allowed their employees to bring along  
their partner, spouse or a good friend. Donya had been all for it, and so they  
had gone there together. It was an interesting sight for the vixen, because her  
friend usually went for casual clothes. Tonight, however, she was wearing a  
black dress, plated here and there with small silver applications. A dark  
blouse and low shoes completed her outfit. "So what do you think?"  
  

 "It's great! There are a lot of people here, the food is excellent, and you  
know that I really dig champagne."  
  
"Yes, I know ... But please don't try to set a new record tonight, okay?"  
  
Donya giggled. "When did I ever do anything embarrassing because of alcohol?"  
  
"Do you want a complete list or will the last ten entries be enough?"  
  
The raccoon laughed and lifted her glass to her. "On a nice and successful  
evening."  
  
The two girls ambled through the lines of tables and chairs of the restaurant,  
greeting people here an there and stopping every now and then to have a chat.  
All in all the party was going on great, the people were in a good mood and the  
restaurant staff was quick to satisfy all culinary needs. They had appetizers  
of any sort, and Rey tried one of each kind. She came to the conclusion that  
the real expensive stuff, like caviar or salmon, were not her taste. She  
settled for cheese and cold cuts, both spicy and mild.  
  
"Oh, hi Rey! Good to see you here!" Mike waved at her and made his way through  
the crowd to meet her. "I was hoping you'd show up."  
  

 "Hey Mike! How're you doing tonight?"  
  
"Quite fine, actually," he said with a grin. "You look beautiful."  
  
Unconsciously Rey smoothed out the fabric of her dark blue dress. "Thanks. I  
had some advice from my friend here." She pointed at the raccoon at her side.  
"Donya, meet Mike."  
  
"Hi!" her friend said, and her face was beaming in a bright smile, as if she  
was looking at something really precious and expensive.  
  
"Pleased to meet-" Mike started, but when he looked at the woman in front of  
her, he hesitated. He had a feeling, that he had met her before somewhere.  
Something in her voice and appearance brought back the memory of an empty  
sidewalk outside a diner.  
  
"So you're the one she's been going out with," Donya started, ignoring his  
confusion. "You must've made a hell of an impression on her. She just wouldn't  
stop talking about you."  
  
"Donya, please!" Rey protested, hitting her friend with the elbow. "Don't start  
to tell stories again."  
  
"But it's true!" the raccoon insisted. "And I better leave you two alone now, I  
don't want to stand in the way." Donya giggled and slipped past Rey and Mike,  
giving them a brush with her voluptuous tail. Mike looked after her, even more  
confused than before, and Rey buried her head in her paw, groaning softly to  
herself.  
  

 "So ..." Mike started again. "She seems to be ... a nice person." He glanced  
over to the raccoon who was watching them from a distance and winking at him.  
  
"Yes, and she loves to make me look like a fool in public."  
  
Mike smirked. "Maybe it's a bit of comfort for you when I say that I don't  
think you're looking foolish at all."  
  
"It is, thank you." Rey flicked her right ear, making the ring sparkle in the  
dim light.  
  
"I think I got acquainted with her before. She's the one taking the calls for  
you when you're not there, right?"  
  
"Sometimes she does, when she's at my place, yes. I hope she didn't scare you  
too much."  
  
"It was a bit ... strange and confusing at times, but I can live with that." He  
smiled and took a sip from his mug. "Rey? There's something I'd like to ask  
you, and I hope it's not too personal. I don't want you to think that I'm  
indiscrete or something."  
  
"No, it's okay, just ask. I can always refuse to answer, right?"  
  
"Right ... So ... When I saw you entering the office the other day, I noticed  
your collar the first time, you remember?"  
  

 Rey nodded, her blood began to rush up into her ears and she folded them aside  
sightly.  
  
"I never saw you wearing a necklace or something before. That's why I've been a  
bit surprised. I was wondering if you were - engaged or something."  
  
Rey smiled. Now she understood where this was going. "No, actually I'm living  
alone at the moment. Why?"  
  
Mike was jumping up and down inside his mind but he tried not to show his  
excitement. "I was just curious. It's a feline thing. And, frankly, you don't  
tell us very much about yourself, so I wasn't sure what to think of it."  
  
"Yes, that's probably my biggest problem," Rey answered with a sigh. "There's  
not much I consider important enough to talk about."  
  
"So I think I was lucky that I could get to know you a little better when we've  
been at the cafe," he said, hiding his chuckles by sipping on his drink.  
  
The evening went on like it had started. Rey and Mike kept chatting for a while  
before he excused himself to meet some other people. Donya had politely kept  
her distance and was now tasting her way through the different types of  
sparkling wine. When she was through she found herself standing next to the  
ginger-striped feline. Innocently sipping at her drink she shuffled a little  
closer until her whiskers touched the fur of his neck. With a swish of her tail  
she turned around and let it slide alongside his leg, as if by accident. Mike  
turned around to see what was going on, and Donya just walked away, giving him  
a glance over her shoulder.  
  

 Rey wished she could just melt into the ground. This was so embarrassing. Her  
best friend got herself drunk and started to hit on her date. Sighing deeply  
the vixen went over to her, trying to prevent her from doing any more damage.  
  
\*  
  
"You know what, you're a spoilsport!" Donya scowled, flopping lazily on the  
passenger's seat of Rey's car. "He's a cutie, and you're just jealous that we  
get along well together."  
  
"Yeah right. I could practically see the love for you in his eyes." The vixen  
moved the car swiftly through the silent streets of the city. All she wanted  
now was go home and lie down in her bed, burying herself under as many sheets  
as possible. "And would you please fasten your seat belt already? I don't want  
to be asked uncomfortable questions in the middle of the night."  
  
"Baah, sheep!" Donya teased, but she obeyed. "I still don't know why we had to  
go. It's been a great party with great people. And the wine was mar-vel-lous!"  
  
"I can see that," the vixen said, rolling her eyes. This was definitely the  
disadvantage of staying sober on a party. Especially if your friend's name was  
Donya. "You've been a real jerk tonight, and you know that. Why can't you just  
leave me and my friends alone? I thought I was going to die in there when you  
started teasing Mike."  
  

 "Aww, come on! He needs to loosen up a little, just like you did some time ago.  
I'm just helping him a little along the way."  
  
"I'd appreciate you just leaving him alone, okay? He's got nothing to do with  
you, and I don't want him to think of my best friend as of an alcoholic."  
  
Donya sighed. "Well, shoot. I didn't know it was so important to you. Okay, I  
apologize for my behavior tonight, and I promise I'll never come near your  
little pretty-kitty again. Is that a deal?"  
  
"Deal."  
  
They reached Rey's flat without any further conversation and went inside  
silently. Donya staggered up the stairs, leaning heavily against the handrail  
and pulling herself forward slowly. The vixen followed, not without a satisfied  
grin on her face. As far as she could see, Donya was in for a hell of a  
hangover the next morning. She would be at her side, with aspirin and water,  
and lots and lots of lectures on how to prevent this from happening.  
  
The door fell shut behind them, and finally Rey allowed herself to relax. Her  
friend didn't seem to care much, she just went on walking, heading right for  
the bedroom. The vixen shook her head and hung up her keys to the hook at the  
wall, stepped out of her shoes and went to the bathroom. She disrobed and threw  
the clothes into the laundry basket. They were smelling of cigarette smoke and  
fat, and she bet her fur wasn't doing better. Longingly she looked at the  
bathtub, but she was too tired to start a complete cleaning run right now, so  
she comforted herself with the thought of a nice and hot shower in the morning.  
  

 On her way out of the bathroom she picked up the cuffs and the collar ring she  
had left there last night. With practiced movements she snapped the ring to the  
clasp in front of the slim black band on her neck. A short tug confirmed that  
it was securely in place. The cuffs were quickly attached to her wrists and  
ankles, strapped snugly around her limbs. By now she felt like they had become  
a part of herself, or at least of her inner desires. The dull pressure coming  
from the leather restraints reminded her of her place, and even though they  
didn't keep her aroused all the time she was enjoying the feeling they brought  
to her mind. With a last quick glance into the mirror she left the bathroom to  
join her friend in the sheets.  
  
Donya's clothes lay scattered across the room, carelessly dropped to the floor  
and hanging over the bed's frame. She was mumbling unintelligible things to  
herself and shuffled to the side when the vixen let herself fall onto the  
mattress. Rey yawned and stretched, making her claws clatter against the steel  
bars of the frame. "Good night, Donya," she said softly.  
  

 The raccoon merely growled, rolling herself over to tap her index finger on  
Rey's nose. "Just one more thing," she said, surprisingly clear. With a groan  
she edged herself forward and grabbed her friend's wrist cuffs. The vixen was  
caught completely by surprise, when she heard the familiar jingle of a short  
chain locking in place. Her paws were now securely attached to one of the bars  
of the bed. "Now sleep tight my toy."  
  
"Donya, what ... I thought we agreed on not to play when we had too much  
alcohol!"  
  
"That's why we're not going to play, we're going to sleep," the raccoon said,  
scooting back to her friend's side. She rested her head against Rey's soft  
breasts and sighed. "Good night, hon."  
  
Rey giggled and made herself comfortable as good as possible. This was a  
strange turn of events but she wasn't going to complain. The warm body of her  
friend made her feel good and by now she was used to be chained up for the  
night. Sighing contentedly she closed her eyes, and sleep took her over in no  
time.  
  
The light of the next morning gently woke her. She opened her eyes for a  
moment, but went to sleep again only a minute later. She was dozing on and off  
for the next hour or so, until she finally was waking up completely. Donya  
didn't seem to have moved an inch, she was still lying next to her, one paw  
resting on her belly and her muzzle buried in her white chest fur. Rey shifted  
a bit to stretch her tired sinews, playfully pulling at her tied up paws. With  
a jerk one of her cuffs ripped free from the chain, making the links rattle  
loudly against the bars. In bewilderment Rey looked at her now free paws and  
wondered what had happened. She investigated a little further and saw the lock  
dangling on the chain's end. It was open.  
  

 Rey chuckled. Donya must've been really drunk last night to make a mistake like  
this. The vixen idly played around a bit with the steel links and enjoyed the  
soft jingling sounds. She was just about to put the chain away when an idea hit  
her. Without hesitation she started to undo her wrist cuffs, her heart beating  
heavily with anticipation. She was excited like a child doing something  
forbidden when she carefully slipped the cuffs around Donya's wrists. Her  
friend didn't even stir, so the vixen became a little bolder. Quickly she  
strapped the restraints in place and threaded the chain through the D rings.  
Slowly she started to pull at it and watched the paws of the raccoon slide  
along the bed until they were stretched out straight. She looped the links  
around one of the bars and snapped the lock shut. Giggling like a school girl  
she turned around to fetch another couple of bulky looking padlocks with small  
antennas from her bedside table and secured the buckles of the cuffs, so Donya  
wouldn't be able to open them by herself. Still chuckling she snuggled up  
against her friend again, gently stroking the fur of her face and neck. "Wake  
up sleepyhead, it's already noon!"  
  

 Donya stirred, moaning softly while she tried to open her eyes. "Mmh ... Bright  
light ... hurts ..." she mumbled, rolling around a bit to hide her face in  
Rey's chestfur. "Let me sleep."  
  
Rey gently combed her friend's headfur. "But you can't spend the whole day  
sleeping!"  
  
"My head hurts. I can't even move my paws properly. Go away."  
  
"Come on, wake up. I'll get you something to make your head better, okay?" The  
vixen laughed and hugged her friend, rubbing her breasts against Donya's  
muzzle.  
  
"Mmmhh ... I'm already starting to feel ... Hey!" With a start the raccoon  
opened her eyes and tried to sit up, being held back by the cuffs and chains on  
her paws. "What's going on here?"  
  
"You're tied up," Rey stated flatly. "You forgot to shut the lock last night,  
so I was able to escape. And now you're /my/ prisoner."  
  
Donya groaned. "Oh, please, Rey! What's that supposed to be? Come on, open the  
cuffs."  
  
"But I like you this way, especially when you're having a bad fur day." She  
ruffled her friend's black headfur and laughed when she started to protest and  
pull uselessly at her restraints. "You're just too cute this way."  
  

 "What's up with you? When did you come up with this idea?"  
  
"I thought it would be nice to ... swap places. Until now I was always the one  
submitting to you and your devious ideas. And don't get me wrong, I still love  
it. But I want to know how it feels to be the one on the other side, possessing  
the power, being responsible. I can /imagine/ how you feel, but I want to feel  
it myself, too, and be it only once."  
  
"Swap places, huh?" Donya said, working her paws inside of the leather  
restraints. She couldn't deny that it felt strangely exciting. "And how long  
are you going to keep me captive?"  
  
"Let's say, you're going to be my prisoner for one day, and I'll forget about  
your last episode."  
  
Donya growled. "I already apologized."  
  
"Yes, and I accepted it. But you still deserve to be punished."  
  
"Wow, that's a nice speech for a toy." Donya sighed and gave in. "Okay, I'll go  
with it. One day, no more."  
  
"That's all I'm asking for."  
  
"Oh woe is me!" Donya wailed, hiding her face between her upper arms.  
  
"Oh, come on, don't spoil this for me, okay?" Rey giggled and started to  
playfully tickle her friend's sides.  
  

 "Ah! No! Stop!" Donya cried out. "Please, stop! My head is exploding!"  
  
Rey let go of her and sat back. "Aspirin?"  
  
"Make that two."  
  
"I'll be right back." The vixen left the room to fetch the medicine from the  
small closet in the bathroom. When she came back, she offered her friend one of  
the tablets, and the raccoon submissively licked it from her paw. Carefully she  
gave her water to help her swallowing it and held up the second pill.  
  
"I'll take the second one later, thanks," Donya said. "I want this one start  
taking effect first."  
  
"Okay." Rey put the glass away and sprawled alongside her friend. "You know,  
you shouldn't have drunk so much. Or at least have a glass of water or two  
between liquors. This can save you a lot of pain in the morning."  
  
"Yeah, I know, I know. But have you ever tried to think rationally when your  
brain is stuffed with plush wool?"  
  
"I never had that much alcohol yet, so I can't tell." The vixen let her paws  
slide over her friend's rich chestfur, idly playing with the soft strands and  
gently squeezing her breasts every now and then. "I really hope you get better  
soon, or otherwise this'll be a very boring day."  
  

 "No, I guess I'll recover. It's strange, but in a way this really feels nice. I  
don't know if I actually come to like it, but it's an interesting experience."  
  
"I can make it even more interesting," Rey offered. "I have studied a lot, you  
know."  
  
"Yeah, if not you, who else?"  
  
Rey giggled. "It feels good to have your paws restrained, so you can't fight  
anymore, but to experience what it means to be completely helpless, there's a  
lot more to be done." She sat up and bent over to remove her ankle cuffs.  
Crawling forward she straddled Donya's legs, giving her friend a nice view of  
her happily wagging tail and rump, while she strapped the leather restraints  
around Donya's ankles. "You see, having your limbs tied down might be one of  
the aspects of bondage, but the really interesting thing is, that you can't  
prevent your partner from accessing each and every part of your body at their  
will." While she was talking she dug around in her toy bag, producing a length  
of white rope. She spread the raccoon's legs apart, threaded the rope through  
the D rings and attached the cuffs at the opposite end of the bed, pulling  
nearly all slack out of the bonds. A quickly tied square knot held it in place.  
  

 Donya squirmed and murred happily, somehow the whole thing excited her more  
than she had thought possible. She realized, though, that she actually wasn't  
enjoying the captivity itself but rather the thought of someone /doing/ it to  
her. The exchange of power was there again, and even from the receiving side it  
felt very intense.  
  
"Now you're quite obviously under my control," Rey continued the lecture and  
crawled back to her friend's side. "But still, you're only physically  
restrained. To make you feel how helpless you really are, you'd need someone to  
show you what they can do to you. For example," Rey traced her paw over her  
friend's leg, sliding upwards and gently slipping under the thin fabric of her  
panties. "I can take whatever I want from you, and there's nothing you could do  
to stop me ..." She kept on moving her paw forward and started to rub her  
friend's soft pubic fur. "Nothing but calling for help. But that would be a  
very foolish Idea, being helplessly bound before me, wouldn't it?"  
  
Donya nodded and trembled a bit in her bonds. She was glad that Rey didn't go  
as far as trying to put the gag on her. The restraints were one thing, but she  
would never accept to let herself be silenced. "I think I understand your  
point."  
  

 "Oh, and another thing." Rey retracted her paw and let it slide up through her  
belly and chestfur, starting to play with the soft cushions and tease her erect  
nipples. "Not only can I /take/ what I want, I can also /give/ what I want,  
whenever I want and as much as I want. When I decide that it's enough, you can  
do nothing to make me carry on." She sat back and put her paws to both sides of  
the raccoon's body.  
  
Donya was breathing heavily. The gentle caress on her breasts didn't fail to  
make her moan with pleasure, and when Rey stopped she longed for more. She  
opened her eyes and looked into the face of her friend, looming over her like a  
predator. Suddenly, the whole situation turned around and she was starting to  
feel uneasy. "Rey ... please ... Untie me."  
  
"Is there something wrong?" The vixen's voice showed concern.  
  
"No, it's not that. I enjoyed the game as far as it went, but I feel that this  
is as much as I can take. While I know that I can trust you, there's always a  
nagging voice in my head that cries, 'Danger! Danger!'"  
  

 "Aww ... that's a pity. You look wonderful, all tied up and such." The vixen  
gave her friend a soft kiss on the nose and turned around, starting to work on  
her friend's ankle cuffs. When she was done, she put the toys back to the  
closet and lay down again.  
  
"Um ... Rey?"  
  
"Yes?"  
  
"What about ... the rest?" She jingled with her chained paws, to emphasize her  
words.  
  
"Yeah, what about them?"  
  
"I asked you to untie me, remember?"  
  
Rey nodded. "Of course I do. But we agreed that you're to be my prisoner for  
the day. And I'm not the person who breaks an agreement."  
  
Donya growled at her friend. "You scoundrel! Untie me, or you'll regret this  
for the rest of your life!" The raccoon started to pull and fight against the  
unyielding cuffs that held her paws securely trapped. Her legs started to  
thrash around uselessly.  
  
Rey laughed and jumped out of her bed. "I'm not going to set you free as long  
as you're mad like this," she teased. "I'll come back in ten minutes, so you  
calm down a little in the meantime." With a playful swish of her tail she left  
the room, glancing back over her shoulder before disappearing out of sight.  
  

 "You ... you ... bitch! Come back! Do you hear me? Let me go, or I'll have your  
intestines for breakfast and toothpicks made from your bones!"  
  
Rey laughed and retreated into the living room. She knew she was in big trouble  
now, but she also knew that her punishment was going to be most rewarding for  
both of them. She listened to the curses and swears of her friend, enough to  
make a sailor blush. With trembling paws the vixen picked up a small box from  
the living room table, bearing the sign of a padlock and stylized radio waves.  
Her stomach started to turn when she carefully brushed over the button set into  
the black plastic case. The word "Unlock" printed on it seemed to her, as if it  
was the code word to open the doors that held the hounds of hell. She took  
another deep breath and pushed the button. A soft jingle of chains reached her  
from the bedroom.  
  
Then she started to run.  
  
To be continued ...

Source: https://sofurry.com/s/3eg0VXVm
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