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"Are you ready, little Dyke?" The cold, cruel Mistress asked. Taught bound leather snapped against a furred palm, The telltale heel-toe of some sturdy four-inch heels as they trod firmly across the soft low carpet. "Are you ready for pain? For agony? For a blissful hell from which there is no escape?"

The only real answer from the bound and hooded slave was a soft and whimpery whine, but its meaning was clear as day to the one who held the tawny-furred captive in place. The mostly-naked body was a very tempting target at the moment. A pristine and untouched canvas of slowly eroding innocence. Something deep down in the cold cruel Mistress felt a ting of what could only be regret at the idea of marring this pristine display of beauty. Slowly she moved the crop up the short soft strands of still-downy fur as if it were a blank canvas. She stopped a moment at the base of her slave girl's collar... before jamming the crop hard under her muzzle and forcing those pretty emerald eyes and the black-hooded head upwards to meet her gaze.

"You have escaped this fate far too many times rodent. Every time I think I have you, ya fucking squirm out of it and run off like your tail's on fire. Not this time. I am going to make you scream and bleed. I promise, I won't be gentle." She watched those pretty eyes go wide and took a half step back, the Mistress' grip shifting with perfectly practiced precision before being brought down hard on those small mounds of flesh held bare just for her.

This action alone sent shivers of pleasure though the Mistress' spine, and seemed to do quite the same for her slut. The poor girl continued to squirm and writhe as snapping stinging crop strokes produced a cascade of red marks along her tit-flesh. As the blows fell lower the slave struggled against her spreader bar trying to push those thighs together, feeling a growing trickle of shameful moisture that simply would not stop.

"Oh my. Does it hurt little slave? Is this what you've been running from?" The Mistress murred condescendingly. The blows stopped but her crop seemed to find itself pushed between those warm, tight folds drawing out fresh beads of nectar. "Yeah well get used to it little rat. By the end of the night I plan on hearing you crying... you got that? None of this fake sniffles bullshit either. I am taking what is mine out of your worthless rat hide.

A fresh series of whining protests were caught by the muzzle, this time full of a deeper and far more genuine fear. Ice blue orbs looked up to meet the now terrified emerald ones poking out of that dark leather hood, and the Mistress smiled wider. "There that's it. You know I'm not fucking around now, don't you? You know that I,"

"I... I am the voice of never never land!"

Diana winced hard as the now-infuriating song lyric-turned-ringtone cut her off mid sentence. Her eyes narrowed and that crop shoved harder against Ester's folds, straining and almost threatening to snap under the stress. "You forgot to turn your fucking phone off, didn't you?" Dee grumbled. The chipmunk Mistress took a deep breath to calm herself and stood, but not before jamming the crop as far as it would go into the poor mouse girl's nether. "What is the one fucking thing I asked you... the one thing."

Not waiting for a response, not that she would get one anyways, Dee turned quickly and walked over to the hastily made pile of clothing Ester had thrown off after arriving at the apartment. She yanked up her pet's large suede jacket and started to rifle and rummage though it quickly, pulling deck boxes and keys and all manner of miscellanea from the duster's seemingly endless pockets before finally locating the hand-tooled steam punk-themed cellphone case her beloved had got at their last renfair.

"I hope you realize you're going to get it for this Mousie." Diana growled, her eyes narrowing.

Sadly Ester could only watch nervously as her owner walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her. Rows of egg crate foam tacked up to the walls in an effort to ensure the neighbors would not be disturbed now made sure that Est couldn't hear what was going on either. She knew she was in big trouble though... and the pain of her position coupled with her rapid retreat from subspace only made matters worse.

The next half hour, or what Est assumed to be a half hour, was sheer and utter agony. The suspense was probably the worst of it. The knot in Ester's gut growing with every minute her Mistress was away. It was unclear if the conversation Diana was having with whomever had called really was that important, or if her Mistress was perhaps even more cruel than she had imagined and had decided to toy with her mosuie's already overactive mind.

When the door handle finally did turn again it was something of a mixed blessing. Thousands of what-if questions vanished from the gimped up mouse girl's head while the knot of terror in her stomach seemed to crush like a clenching fist, almost getting the poor girl to pee herself without realizing it.

Diana was not a happy Mistress if the look on her face was any indication. Her toned, athletic legs all but stomped as she walked, quite a feat considering how clumsy she could be in those four-inch 'Mistress boots'. She had that rare scowl that Ester knew instinctively to be terrified of, and in her hand was a plastic box about a foot square in either direction. A rarely seen but all too familiar item that Est had prayed she wouldn't see again for a long time.

"Get in the fucking house, strip, and put your phone on vibrate. That's all I ask. Three little things that should be simple even for your fucked up little pervert brain." Dee got one knee and set the case down before her, flicking the latches open and revealing a rather sterile looking brushed nickel box and a tight, neatly wrapped bundle of red and black wires.

"Now I thought I was being pretty clear when I said it before. I thought we both understood why it was so important, especially with the lack of fucking free time we both have. But it seems like maybe, just maybe, I overestimated things a bit. Is that what I did Mousie? Did Mistress just assume incorrectly that you understood?"

Ester felt one of Diana's hands slip along the nice, stiff green rubber of the mouse girl's thigh boots. A firm hand tracing the slender and ever-so-slightly toned limb up from calf to mid-thigh stopping at the exact point where boot ended and raw naked fur began. She could hear her Mistress laugh coldly as she ran a finger along this divide playfully and teasingly flicked at Est's inner thigh.

Diana got a satisfying yelp from that and murred, nodding her approval. "Of course your brain is kinda fucked up though Mousie, and I don't just mean in that wonderful little pervy sex addict way we both know and love. Maybe it's my fault. Maybe I just haven't been communicating properly."

A small silver-plated ring ran though the soft little nub of Ester's clit. Diana smiled to herself and tweaked this ring firmly for a moment hearing a fresh yelping scream caught once again by the mask. She watched as Ester winced and wriggled with each little twist, and then went wide eyed as a small, but notable tug replaced the toying. The all too familiar tug of a hanging wire clipped daintily but firmly to that silver ring.

"That's why I am going to make sure, that you never fucking forget again. Not now, not ever."

The words themselves were teasing even with the underlying venom within them. Ester tried to hold back her growing fear and nervousness while her owner's hands slowly explored up that flat tummy so recently removed from the majority of its baby fat. Another silver ring rest at the mouse girl's navel and Diana wasted no time in adding a second little tugging wire to this as well, her grin growing oh so very wide.

"This should help you, little mouse, to remember how things work around here. I am your Mistress, your queen, your Goddess. You are lucky as fuck that I even let you lick my ass after a workout. You are a sex toy. A sexual object. I just let you pretend you're a person because it's so fucking cute." her hands had reached those nice soft A cups by now, and Dee took the opportunity to give them a savage squeeze, lips wrapping around one nipple and sucking it savagely while her tongue bounced one of Ester's nipple rings up and down.

The slave mouse could feel her whole body practically melting at this point. Only the cuffs holding her arms above her head were keeping poor Ester from collapsing under her own weight. She tried like hell to stand a few times and could not, though the effort itself distracted her from two more nice firm clips now holding a wire to each nipple by her rings.

Diana took the four wires and plugged them into the TENs unit with a gleeful chuckle, before holding up the last two clips mischievously "Now I know I could probably find somewhere to put these. After all we both know I don't' mind puttin these puppies on bare flesh. But if I leave it at that, I really do doubt you will get the picture."

Keeping these wires in one hand Diana stood slowly and kissed the tip of her pet's nose, before yanking down the blindfold built onto the hood. Ester was left in utter darkness with nothing more than the sound of Diana's fiddling and plastic connectors being rearranged to 'comfort' her.

When the sound finally stopped Ester felt her owner's hands again, this time pulling open the zipper holding her muzzle shut.

"now then little slave, tell me what you are." Diana growled

"I am worthless. I am weak. I am a pathetic little rodent Mistress, only useful as a toy so that my beloved owner can make me suffer and cry. I don't deserve anything but pain."

Ester was cut off mid sentence by a nice, firm claming kiss. The mouse girl's tongue quickly being pushed deeply to the back of her own mouth as Diana slowly licked over every inch of that warm pink muscle, paying special attention to the space around Ester's barbell piercing.

Finally when Diana had finally finished she pulled back once more and quickly zipped the mouse girl's muzzle shut. It really was not what Diana wanted, but then with what she had planned she didn't want any hassle about noise.

Now hot, distracted, pained and confused the poor mouse girl hanging from the wall was left about as defenseless as could be when she felt something long and thick being shoved into her ass all but dry, stretching and tugging at her tight little hole as Diana jammed what seemed to be a new toy in... all the way up to the knot.

"Oh, I forgot to mention that I found this on clearance at the one shop downtown.. The really skeevy one. I've just been dying for a chance to bust it out, but its so rare for you to fuck up badly enough that it warrants the shocky toys."

Even as fresh pain started to creep over Ester's brain she started to realize what Diana had been doing with the two spare wires, realize what was going into her, and had just enough time to let out a loud throat scream of protest before Dee jammed that knot nice and deep into Ester's butt and started everything up with the telltale click and hum.

Then it hit. Blackness without warning giving way to blinding white-blue light. Pain shuddered through every inch of Ester's body in contorting confusing cascades that seemed to pulse from the hot points of her rings and ass, then fade into a dull but oh so present agony. Her whole body contorted and jumped like some twisted marionette almost threatening to yank free the eyescrews that held her with the agonizing convulsions.

When the dust finally settled that moment of blinding white quickly gave way to a dull and droning agony throughout her body. The already painful plug, or dildo, or whatever it was now felt raw after her body had convulsed on it so savagely and even the mouse girls diminished sense of smell could faintly pick up on the shamefully familiar stench of something as she realized she had indeed wet herself.

In the middle of the room Ester could hear that Diana's sensual murrs and wicked growls had given way to an outright laughing fit. The plight of her poor love had clearly been a source of true amusement to the munk girl as she approached Ester slowly and patted her hooded head. "God damn Mouseiebutt you really should have said something. And here I thought you were pathetic before."

Dee looked down a moment at her forgotten riding crop that had probably fallen to the floor mid phone conversation and now lay partially in a puddle of Ester's shame. "Guess you've got your work cut out for you huh? Better hope by the time I decide to let you down you can clean it all without needing to rent a shampooer."

Once again Diana unzipped that muzzle and kissed her pet hard, murring and rolling her tongue feeling almost sure she could taste some slightly metallic aftermath of that wonderful little barrage.

"Oh and, speaking of all things homeish Est? That was the realtor calling us back. She wants us to go meet with her tomorrow before you head off to work."

Dee zipped the muzzle back up and yanked up the blindfold, looking into those pretty eyes for a moment, and then turning to walk back towards the center of the room. She made sure to give Ester a nice, long, and most importantly distracting view of her tight and toned ass, before slowly lifting the TENs remote again and clicking the button for a second time.

Howe street was exactly what it had looked like in the photos. A slightly dusty run down spot at the heart of a run down little 'starving artist' neighborhood. Half the places on the block looked like they were probably riddled with termites and the other half had yards filled with obscure projects one might assume to be someone's idea of art. It was easy to understand why most people had passed on this property thus far... then again most people didn't have an 'in' like the two of them did..

Ester took a few moments while she waited to look over the old two story house from the outside yet again, her free hand fumbling around in one of her cup holders, seeking out a few stray piercing among the various coins and keys and other knickknacks she could never find the time to organize. A glance in the mirror once again reminded her just how much the past four years had really changed her. That 'simple' green stripe Diana had convened her to get was now joined by A nice set of one dozen piercing running down her left ear, A currently plugged Tongue stud hole that had been finding more and more use lately. She was still flat, though a bit more toned now thanks to a combination of constant hot sex, ever-present stress from school and work... and sadly the substitution of her mothers wonderful home cooking for ultra-fast salads or Bolthouse Smoothies. Perhaps most importantly though was the collar, the black and green leather 'public collar' that symbolized the one Diana had given her on prom... the one that rested at her place right now, the one that said just how much they meant to each other.

"and now we're buying a house... kinda." The Mouse sighed softly to herself. It was almost surreal to think about. Not even half a decade ago Diana had been a rowdy and rather sadistic bully, avoiding expulsion from Meadowfield Girls Academy only though an understanding principal and a full-ride soccer scholarship. Now Est was the one with the 'free ride' while Diana did her best to pay back her own college loan and hold onto an apartment and basic living expenses. As far as the mouse was concerned her mistress deserved something for all that hard work, hell both of them did.

The meeting was to take place promptly at one, but as the digital clock in her car slowly wound its way precariously close to one fifteen Ester pulled herself free from the Taurus and began to stretch and twist her back, wincing at the audible pop from shoulder blades on up to her neck. "uhhh that's nice... that's damn nice" she chuckled feeling a small tickle of euphoria in the warm spring sun just as a familiar old engine grumbled past her loudly and settled itself in what had probably been a clearly outlined parking space some decades ago.

"You just think I have some 'thing' for old factories, don't you fuzz butt?" Diana's voice somehow clear over the old and heavily tuned engine of her pampered Trans-Am. The door swung open and the Chipmunk pulled herself up casually, one arm leaning on the T-top. Her old black leather jacket popped against the deep brilliance of the cars Metallic purple racing stripe lending Diana all the air of some late 80s Rock Goddess.

"It does help keep the buying cost down, Mistress." Ester said casually, trying like hell to keep her tone as flat and matter-of-fact as she could. It didn't work very well and within moments she was giggling like some flustered schoolgirl looking over her beautiful mistress with an kind of innocent lust she found herself rarely experiencing these days.

Diana shook her head and stepped free of the car, slamming the door and resting her firmly toned ass against it. "I thought we wanted a nice high property value if we were buying the place though. I hope you know what you are doing Est. you fuck us over on this and I'll make sure you stay gimped up and tied up in some roller derby lockerroom for a year."

The cutting little quip was Dee's best attempt to hide her nervousness, and they both knew it. It was unfair to say that Diana had done more growing up than her Mousie since high school. Lord knew Est was just as non-functional if not more so than the punkish chipette had ever been. But Diana also had the feeling that her mousie always planned to live in a home that she and... whoever she ended up with would own. Diana on the other hand hadn't even considered life after 21 save perhaps for a few mental flashes of stripping like her big brother used to or maybe even knocking over a few liquor stores now and then. A stable relationship was one thing, being financially chained to one place and holding down a steady job to keep it. That was simply alien territory.

Some faint awkward blushing aside Ester seemingly ignored the comment and instead made her way towards the derelict front porch of the house. Ruth had already drilled some idea of what 'staging' was into their heads when they first brought up the idea of finding a place of their own, and while this particular home certainly seemed to have its fair share between the freshly planted flowers around the porch base and rugs that were sure to cover some bad spots the wood itself looked reasonably ok. At the very least she imagined it was something Diana could handle, perhaps with help from Jimmy or Jonathon, or even Dee's friend Sammi should the wolfess prove willing to work for pizza.

Diana watched her little pet going over the outside with a small contented smile. For some reason that overly OCD nerd looking over the house like this just made her grin grow nice and wide, feeling all of her nervousness melting away. If there were any noticeable problems odds were good Est would catch them. Dee was confident of that at least.

It was getting closer to two in the afternoon before their realtor finally pulled up to the house, her seven year old Mercedes a clear contrast to the other two cars parked only a few feet away, but not in an obnoxious way. The woman inside was likely sharp and neat in contrast to the two young college girls. She stood next to the shabby and slightly grease-splotched Diana with a slightly bemused grin on that caned muzzle, watching as Est started to nervously pull up the rugs on the porch checking for holes or other problems.

"It's nice to see you are both taking this so seriously. You know the current owners have been a bit worried about the two of you getting a loan for this. Especially since your only credit history comes form a loan that's still outstanding." Mrs. Baker said. Her tone was decidedly upbeat in a way that was hard to read, most likely some sort of realtors tactic. Diana really couldn't tell. Even though Ruth had done the same job for years her joviality had always seemed to be a genuine near-constant interrupted only when she had to deal with Diana's biological Mother.

"Well" Dee sighed "Est's been working hard as hell to get this whole thing put together. Personally the way I see it there's no reason at all to go into debt unless it's life or death. Heck I even managed to get the paint on my car done by a friend in exchange for throwing a blower in her ride and at least attempting to stick some subs in the back." She stopped short at mentioning just how badly her attempt at car audio had really gone, but chuckled all the same while Ester struggled to find the flaws that her cutely effed up psychology told her had to exist.

Mrs. Baker nodded softly and smiled to herself at that. "I can understand. I really can. Back in my day credit was all the rage, and it's a good think you two don't feel the same. That is probably why the bank just let me know that they have approved your loan, with Ruth as cosignatory."

The news took almost a full minute to sink in. Dee's bright blue eyes going saucer wide in disbelief. "Y-your sure? Really? I mean I told them if this is gonna fuck up moms job I don't want to do it. She has worked way too hard to have a couple dumb kids screw it all up for"

"Now miss Herrman calm down." The Doberman chuckled softly. "She and I both talked with the bank this morning on a conference call. She will be cosignatory simply as a matter of policy due to the low income you two currently possess. However the fact that you and Ester have both been on time with any payments you've had to make, and that she is in college on a full scholarship goes a very long way. They feel fairly confident that you can at least make the minimum payments for the foreseeable future."

It felt oddly grown-up of Diana to hear such words directed at her. Truth be told it didn't even really make a whole lot of sense all things considered. That didn't mean she was not happy about it, but it was quite difficult to reconcile all things considered.

"Mistress!" Ester called, before eeping and slapping a paw over her muzzle "Er.. I mean, Diana! I think I'm done with this part. The porch looks fine!"

Poor Diana faceplamed hard and let out a sigh, even as the woman beside her chuckled softly to herself. "You two really are quite a pair you know that? Now then would you like to take a quick look around? As I said last time we spoke the owners still can't move out until at least the first... so you won't be able to get in till mid July at the earliest. But it can't hurt to have another quick look to get things planned out right?"

Dee nodded and smiled a bit, looking confused as the woman stood there, until she looked down and noticed the house keys dangling from the realtor's finger. She took it and smiled a bit, heading over and gripping Ester by the hair. She pulled that girl into a hard, savage kiss and murred loudly before sticking the key in the door. "Come on Mousie" she murred "I think we should take one more look."

Most of the place had been looked over before, and none of it was really that remarkable. Old hard wood floors and plaster walls, three different bedrooms and a bath upstairs, with little more than a massive living and dining area downstairs stuck to a kitchen in the back. The whole thing was in fact fairly nice looking thanks in no small part to the current owners belongings that Mrs. Baker watched from the doorway, more perhaps out of expectation than any real worry that the girls would steal or damage something. None of it really seemed to matter much anyways since Diana wasn't at all interested in the upstairs or downstairs. She was quick to rush Ester though most of it until finally reaching the kitchen and opening the door to the place she had wanted to see from the start, the basement.

This part of the house was probably the least refined. A typical 'Michigan basement', with cinderblocks lining the wall along the stairway and a bit further in. the flooring at first was little more than old unfinished wood lining the painfully narrow hallway only to stop short where the boards were beginning to decay away and dirt was showing. A decent sized boiler room full of boxes resting on a poured cement floor lay beyond the hallway's end and to the left two storage rooms with heavy barn-style doors rested set on a rather old and ill-kempt wood wall.

"Now then Mousie" Dee said as she dragged Ester in rather roughly "Take a look in here and tell me what you see."

"Um, major justification for keeping a spare inhaler.... Mistress?"

That got the mouse a swat on the rear and a soft growl "No no. Look for a second. Just actually look and tell me what it is you see here. Tell me if you can figure out what it is I see when I look in this place."

Est sighed and tilted her head as she tried to bring her considerable imagination to bare. Admittedly the dank smell of mildew, stone and soil playing hell on her allergies killed a decent sized chunk of her motivation for this. She went over the rather cramped basement a few times before finally shrugging and shaking her head "I give up Mistress, what?"

Dee grinned wide and shook her head "Honestly mousie I swear. Come on. Take the boxes out, put in a few fun 'toys' and this could be one hell of a Dungeon, don't you think?"

Ester's eyes narrowed a little as she ran that thought through her head. "Uh are you sure about that Mistress? I mean wouldn't the dehumidifiers kina kill the mood?"

"Forget the damn dehumidifi- Look. If we are gonna be living here for a while, then I'd like to make sure we have something a bit nicer than just egg crate foam tacked to the walls in the spare room of my apartment. This place gives off just the vibe I've been dreaming of. This is half the reason I wanted this place. I just had a feeling that this basement would make a perfect place to abuse my little love in private."

The blush on that poor busgirl's cheeks was perhaps darker than it had been in years, and bad enough that it seemed she was almost ready to pass out from it. She simply wrapped her hand around Dianas and smiling softly "Are you... well.." she sighed looking up at her. "I know that it isn't just for this down here. I know that its more than this. But you were really thinking about having a place of our own like this when we finally got our own... our own home?" she looked up at Diana and kissed her hard, pushing herself as hard as she could against the munk and shuddering "Mistress, I know we don't' get much time right now, but I promise that will change. I promise it will change soon and no matter what we will be together. No matter if it's a 'real' dungeon or some foam-padded room with an eyehook slowly ripping itself out of the wall" she chuckled shaking her head a bit.

"I know mosuie, I know" Diana said petting her hair gently "And I love you."

Things had not gone exactly as Diana had planned with this whole move. As luck would have it Esters dorm fee for the semester was due before they could move and at first Dee had decided it would be a rather small matter if they just moved in together until everything cleared and their new place was available. Then the storage locker fees came up for the things that would not fit in the dorm, and once again Diana decided it would be far easier to house these belongings and save some cash for the impending move.

"Oh don't worry Est, It's only a month. We'll be in our own place before either of us even realizes it." The frustrated munk grumbled to herself as she tried to get comfy in the small crowded space of her bedroom.

"Did you say something Mistress?" Ester called out from the next room

"No, nothing Mousie. Nothing." Dee sighed more to herself than anyone. "Nothing but going crazy in this damn cracker box" she added to herself, a snide little smile crossing her muzzle.

She had to wonder just how bad things were at this point if she was trying to get snippy and sarcastic with herself. But then it was best to get all of this out of her system now. Its one thing making dirty jokes and snide comments to your boss while the two of you are trying to stick a blower in an old Corvette, quite another when the man you are speaking with is responsible for keeping police officers in line.

Once again Diana found herself questioning her current life goal, and perhaps wondering if she wasn't doing just fine where she was, when a jarring jolt of cold landed itself up against the back of her neck. Before she even realized it Dee's hand was wrapped hard around a familiar wrist and in one smooth sharp jerk had a shocked lil mouse bitch collapsed over her lap ass up and a bottle of beer clutched in her hand.

"Good freaking lord mouse butt really?" Dee sighed as she gripped the bottle and pulled it free, eyeing her little love over once more with a bemused grin. "you know if it weren't so fucking tight and cramped and freaking scalding hot in here right now..."

"Mmm that's what she said" Ester interrupted quickly, ears perked up a bit and her cute ass wiggling in a rather 'well worn' pair of large cotton panties.

"That..." Diana winced not even able to finish the sentence. She calmly placed the bottle back down on her computer desk, gripped Ester by the hair and in one smooth motion yanked that impishly grinning face up to meet her gaze. "The next time you do something like that, I don't care how bad it is in here, or how fucking long it took to pack things. I swear to god I will plug that little mousie ass of yours, stick you in a hood, tie you up and hang you out the window by your ears just for the extra space. Understand me?"

Est just slumped her shoulders and tried to offer some pathetic little whimper, which could not mask her wide and obvious grin. If there was any doubt about her lack of repentance before, she had successfully shattered it.

Dee just rolled her eyes a bit and sighed softly. The doorbell actually chose that moment to ring and the chipmunk felt a ting of utter frustration rushing though her spine. She shoved the small but oddly obstructing mouse girl onto the bed, shaking her head and maneuvering her way though the boxes and pushing her way up to the door. "I swear if these people brought me the wrong pop again there is going to be no tip!" she announced loudly, throwing the door open.

The boy who stood on the other side was not the usual pizza boy. A young squirrel in some poor semblance of a poorly constructed j-pop outfit looked up at Diana and yelped. A few locks of sandy brown hair fell before his face as he looked own at the ground quickly and swallowed hard.

Diana narrowed her eyes and winced "Ok... Who are you and where is my God Damn Pizza?"