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There were, Iris knew, some advantages to being able to (being required to, really) take several months off at a time. She could pursue a second career, or a time-intensive hobby. Spend enough time at a resort to know the staff by name. Catch up on reading.

Or she could get ambushed half the world away from home and wind up under the thumb of a spectacularly hot and extremely evil cabbit. She could have said no, of course, that had been made very clear. Still could, really, but like many things in the world of kink, the only real power she felt that she had was the power to end things. Everything else was in Vanessa's hands. Including her. Currently under a single claw, gently tracing around the small of her back.

"I know what you want, sweetheart." Soft voice, as soft as her black and white fur, rich and amused. There was nothing about her that suggested she wasn't entirely invested, even if this was more transactional. Iris had purchased a very long and very open-ended scenario, so in a sense Vanessa was working for her. Professional cutie-breaker, she'd called herself at least once. Iris didn't feel broken, yet, but it had only been a few days out of the four months she'd signed up for. They were still in the learning and acclimation phase of things, but that hadn't meant boredom or ease for Iris.

Lots of fun, though. She was currently naked save for boyshorts, laid over the cabbit's lap, being pet and played with idly while they chatted.

"I know what you want," Vanessa repeated, "but let's talk about what you need, what you can do without, what you know and what you're curious about. I have kind of a checklist of my own likes and desires, things are far more fun for both of us if our interests can be meshed together. I'll just check those off as conversation takes us there. What are your thoughts on vocal restrictions?"

"That I need to ask what you mean by that before I say yes."

"Clever girl. Usually it's requirements in how you speak. Sometimes things like you're only allowed to say things like "yes ma'am" "no ma'am" "please hit me harder" or sometimes just only allowed to make animal sounds. Meow for me, my dear?"

Iris giggled, meowed, and felt a claw make a little check mark on her back. That prompted a little hiss and squirm. Sharp claw.

"So in effect it would mean me telling you how you're allowed to communicate. Not just with me, but with everyone here. Exceptions could be made for contacts outside of Desire's sphere of influence, like professional colleagues or family. But if I'll be honest, watching someone struggle to follow the rules while keeping up a normal-ish conversation is hot as hell.".

"Why do I get the feeling that "this is hot as hell" is justification enough for almost anything in your book?"

"Because it is, unless there's a good reason not to. So back to the topic at hand, meow for "yes, I want the nice cabbit to tell me how I'm allowed to talk" or say anything else to put the lid on that particular toy box."

"Can I say no for now, and reserve the right to ask to try it later?"

"I can work with that, sure! Although that brings up a thought. Are there any things you absolutely don't want to try? Any past traumas I need to take care to steer clear of?"

"Please don't leave me alone in a dark, tight space, okay?"

"Noted. Can I ask why? You don't have to say, I'm just curious."

"I'd prefer not to. It's... hard to really put words around." It probably wasn't, but Iris was dead sure she wasn't ready to share that story yet. Maybe at all.

"That's fair. Let me know with a Yellow if I'm getting close to whatever it is that bugs you, there. Moving on, then, what about-"

"Okay, lean forward, slowly, and... there. Hold right there."

Iris was leaned far forward, with her hands and forehead against the wall. There was a plastic card between the wall and each of those, too, and if she lifted from the wall, the card would fall, and, according to Vanessa, she'd be punished for dropping a card. Severely, if she dropped more than one. She wasn't yet sure what constituted punishment in this case, but given the way Vanessa worked, it would probably be painful. Might also be really good.

It had been a couple of weeks now, and they'd settled into a routine. Iris made breakfast, served it to Vanessa, then ate. They'd found a nice bit of interplay that was already feeling comfortable, with Iris sitting at the cabbit's feet while they both ate. Then was morning grooming, which had a lot of physical contact. Vanessa was very "helpful" with things like brushing (pulling on) Iris' hair and helping pick out clothes. The last several days, she had declared that nothing in the wardrobe was suitable, and she'd just have to go naked.

Iris was pretty sure her tormentor had figured out how good it felt to be "forced" to stay nude all day. After whatever fun or experiment occupied the morning and afternoon, there was a period of discussion and feedback, learning about each other, and how whatever fun had affected them.

Speaking of whatever fun, Iris yelped when something slapped her ass. Not a paw, it was stiffer, narrow. Left a big sting behind.

"That was a wooden yardstick. Pretty stingy, right? It leaves a lot behind, too, so you'll feel it for longer. Different from my paw. Do you need a few more samples to decide which you prefer?"

"No. Ow. Definitely prefer paw."

"You just like it when I touch your ass."

"I can neither confirm nor deny that."

"Uh-huh. Do you remember what I told you about bullshitting me?"

"I don't think you told me anything about bullshitting you."

Iris could practically hear the grin forming. "You bullshit me, I will happily find a way to correct your behavior. And it just so happens I've got a yardstick that you don't like right here in my hand."

"Oh shit." That was all the time she had before there was another sharp impact on her ass, another deep and penetrating sting. That was definitely one way to correct behavior. She'd really prefer not to experience this again, which would definitely play in to her choices over the next few months.

"Oh my sweet, do I have something for you today!" Iris paused in disposing of the dishes. Surprises had been very hit or miss. The posture collar, for instance. A surprise, but the inability to move her head had rapidly left her cranky and uncomfortable. Contrasting that had been shibari, and while it had taken a third set of hands from one of the company's on-call riggers, she'd spent an entire day in constricting and restricting ropes over the little bit of clothes she'd had on. It had been exciting, comfortably uncomfortable, and extremely arousing, especially when Vanessa had added a few ropes to make her completely helpless so that she could be teased and touched until she begged for more.

Begging, that had been a new experience as well, and she was still a little worried about how naturally it had happened. And how having to beg for something had made it so much better when it finally came. Well, when she finally came, anyway, and she'd gone to bed that night curled up with Vanessa sore, worn out, and satisfied.

Iris finished disposing of breakfast, and rejoined Vanessa in the living room. It had become somewhat less bland in the last few weeks, as bits of themselves had settled in, little things like chargers and shoes that said "people live here". And a new addition was the huge box sitting in front of Vanessa.

The cabbit grinned and beckoned her over. "Vanjaram already had your measurements, so getting this thing was just a matter of time and asking for it."

"What is it?" Iris couldn't tell. Inside the box was just a mound of fabric and fur, no real shape to it.

"Don't you worry about that yet. Down to your panties now, sweetheart." Which was a joke, since she hadn't been allowed to wear anything more than that since they settled in here. "Step in here, and then here. Good! Hold still while I pull you up."

Everything was snug satin, hugging like a second skin, and whatever it was felt bulky and thick, too. And tight, up over her thighs, over her hips, then the cabbit had her put hands into sleeves, and pulled things up further and further until only her head was loose. And as the zipper went up her back she was finally able to get a good look at the-

"I'm a stuffed animal." No wonder it had felt bulky. The outer layer was gray fleece, lots of stuffing to eliminate her human shape entirely, and a zipper all the way around the neck, too.

"You are indeed. I figured you might be a little uncomfortable at the party tonight if you had to be just naked. So instead you're going to be out of sight and tucked up with me all night. Don't worry, you sure won't get bored once we install everything else, but this is just the test fit. How does it fit, by the way?"

"Very snug. I can move but it's awkward and heavy."

"Very good, exactly as it's supposed to be."

"I kind of thought it would be hotter inside, though?"

"Yeah, but there's some really slick cooling systems in there. Your movements push a kinetic water pump, heat sinks are in the tail and ears, and the satin's altered to wick away sweat and heat as much as it can. You can wear it all night long if we need to."

"Aside from bathroom breaks."

"Yeah, but I have an answer for that, too."

"Wait, what?"

"Now, the head is pretty much the highest tech piece of the suit, here. Full sensory blockout from the outside, routed through a neat little computer to displays and stuff inside the head. So you have a good view even though the head's way bigger than yours, and you can still hear clearly through all the fluff around your head. There's a drinking tube, too, so you won't be too thirsty."

"No, no, that's neat, but what was that about an answer to bathroom breaks?"

"Well, now that I know it's fitting right, why don't we get you out of it and try out thing number two for the day, yes?"

"Seriously Vanessa, this isn't funny, please tell me what you mean."

"Oh relax. Would I do anything to you that would harm you? You are safe here, you are safe with me. You'll be fine in the suit for a couple of hours, it has plumbing hookups for you, is all."

The zipper came down, and Vanessa helped her out, onto the couch, then slid the box to the side. "Okay, so let's go through the yes and no lists so far. What was yes?"

Iris paused and put her thoughts together. "Shibari and light bondage in general, spanking with hand or some light implements, claws and teeth, teasing and denial, hot wax, and butt stuff."

Vanessa nodded. "And the no?"

"Heavy bondage, overstimulation, breath play, degradation, and a pre-emptive no on hypnosis and things like it."

"Great! So now we're going to mix up a couple of your yes items into one thing. Stand up, panties off. Let's get started with it!"

'It' turned out to be what looked like another pair of panties on the outside. When she stepped in, there was a bit more to it than that. Mounted butt plug and dildo inside, along with a couple of bits of electronics that she wasn't able to readily identify. A generous amount of lube helped everything in to place, and a bit of hidden strapping in the waistband tightened it all up so there was no way it was going to fall out.

"There we go. Comfortable?"

"Mostly. I feel pretty stuffed, but not bad. What was with the wired bits, though?"

Vanessa showed her what looked like a slightly thicker card, and slid her thumb up one edge. Vibrations started up and rose in intensity in her ass, and the squirm that followed got a laugh from the cabbit. "Okay, it's a remote control. I'm guessing that there's more functions than just that one?"

Vanessa didn't answer immediately, but pulled her down on the couch, then helped her get comfortable. Iris settled her head on the other woman's thigh, stretched out along the couch, and tried to hold still.

"So there's the buzzer in your butt," Vanessa kicked that up to a powerful buzz, then dropped it back to a rumble. "And there's, of course, some more of that up front." Several different ones, it turned out, with some pretty good isolation so Vanessa could stimulate whichever bits she wanted to. The testing buzzes were too brief for Iris' liking, enough to feel how good they could be, but not long enough to really enjoy them.

"There's also a couple of air pumps so I can increase sizes. You said you were already feeling stuffed, so I don't think I need to, but if you want to try being so full you can't move, I can arrange that. You've met Wolfgang, right?"

"He was the big wolf hunk who came by a week ago, right?"

"Yeah, that guy. He's proportionally endowed, and this setup can just about mirror having him knotted in front or back. Or both. How about it, sweetie? You want to feel what it's like to have a big, big wolf bury his bone in you while you get buzzed until you beg?"

Iris tried to imagine it, but was pretty sure she didn't have enough frame of reference to really manage. She'd seen a few naked canines. One of the mechanics two shifts ago had been an absolutely gorgeous silver fox. She and Eric had "accidentally" run into each other in the showers a time or two. But he had been a little smaller than her, not a foot and change taller, and that much broader too. If Wolfgang was, as Vanessa had implied, hung to scale, he'd be very big indeed.

"No thanks, please. That's a pretty scary thought." Pretty hot, too, to be honest. But scary enough to keep her from trying. Being split in half didn't sound nearly as much fun, and while she was sure no one would harm her, accidents had been known to happen.

"Aww, fine, fine. You're no fun. Tell you what, I'm just gonna play with the remote for a while, and you can beg me for things. Or make me offers. A little trade is good, isn't it? Compromise." The rumble in her ass pitched up, joined by a few more spots of vibration that quickly had her squirming.

Iris was fairly sure what Vanessa wanted her to offer or beg for. At no point had the cabbit been deceptive or subtle about what she wanted, what she liked, or what she expected. Any open-ended question or instruction was truly open-ended, and she would adapt to whatever Iris did.

What Iris was going to do for the moment was squirm and dig her fingers into the couch. Not touch herself. Vanessa had been very clear about that bit. She was not to do that without instruction. The cabbit had explained that she wanted to be in charge of Iris' pleasure. To have control of it. She'd be liberal with those orgasms and good feelings, probably more than Iris would be with herself, but always in control, the sole source of release in their relationship.

Losing control like that was part of what she was enjoying most, and she was unwilling to take it back if she didn't have to. So she'd just close her eyes, tighten fingers in the couch cushions, and rock her hips, feeling the fullness and the shifting vibrations pushing her higher and higher.

"Oh, that's my girl. Close your eyes so you can focus on what really matters. Feels good, doesn't it?" Iris nodded. "You know, if you weren't a big no on overstimulation, this would be the very best way to do it to you. Those panties won't come off by accident, or however much you struggle on them. And the batteries are good for days. So if you were into that, I could buzz you until you cried and begged, and there would be no mercy, and nothing you could do."

Iris shuddered. Scary thoughts. Countered by a powerful rush of vibrations that shocked her out of that worry into a breathless gasp of pleasure. "Oh don't worry. I'm not going to do that. You said no, it's done. I can muse, but I won't force it. That said," the vibrations all stopped entirely, leaving her sliding back down from pleasure, "what can you offer me to keep your panties buzzing?"

"What do you want?"

"Ah-ah, you know how to talk to me when you want something."

"What do you want, Mistress?"

"Much better, my dear. Now what do I want, what do I want? I want you screaming with pleasure so hard you can't think straight, but you have to want it first. Really, really want it. Do you want me to help you get there?"

"Why do I get the feeling a simple Yes will end in trouble for me, Mistress?"

"Oh hush your worries. Would I harm you? Of course not. And you have your safewords. Are you willing to trust me and let me push you?"

She could say no. She could say no, and Vanessa would honor that, and find a different game to play. But so far, trusting Vanessa had led to some of the best sexual experiences of her life. And she was right. She still had safewords, if things got too rough. She'd had to use them a time or two already, and there'd been no recrimination or anything, just aftercare and learning opportunities for them both.

"Okay Mistress. Push me."

"That's my girl! Okay, just lay back and relax. I'm going to play with the remote some. Why don't you just fold your hands on your stomach there, that's a good girl." Iris felt the buzz come back alive, felt the slow crawl back up toward her peak. Not close, but growing. Then a faint whirr, and the buttplug grew. Not a lot, but it inflated enough for her to notice.

It was a weird sensation. She was used to (and quite fond of) the way it felt to have things going in there, and the delightful afternoon that had featured a steady and slow progression into larger and larger toys had been intensely pleasurable. But having something already inside expand was new, novel, and strange. And she was pretty sure it was good. She'd not had Eric in the rear during their little fling, so she hadn't done the whole knotting thing back there. The knots she'd had up front had been plenty good, and Vanessa had promised that the combination would feel just as good. If the toy felt this good, she was inclined to believe the cabbit.

Another couple huffs of air, the toy expanding again inside her, making her feel tight and full while it continued to buzz away. Then some more air, but it was the front one this time, doing an admirable emulation of knotting her up. There was no way they were coming out now, and the added stretch and fill made the vibrations even more powerful. There was no escape at all, and she didn't even try to keep her hips still.

"Oh, it looks like you're really enjoying this. Good thing all of the electronics are waterproof. Go ahead and put your hand down there, feel how wet you are. Then give me a taste." Vanessa was deeply amused, she could tell, thoroughly enjoying the show she was puppeteering. Still, she was right, Iis was thoroughly enjoying this, and a hand down between her legs confirmed what she already knew. She was soaked, could feel the vibrations and the swell of her overstuffed belly.

Wait, the what?

She felt another huff of air and the swell got more noticable. She was... very, very stuffed. Everything felt taut and for a moment she thought that was going to be all. Vanessa had other ideas, and suddenly every single motor in the device went to maximum and she completely lost it.

Several minutes later she was still seeing stars. And still terribly full. Vanessa was laughing.

"Oh my goodness, sweetheart. However good that might have been for you, watching you go through it was an experience I'll treasure. Kind of makes me want to try on a pair for myself. Maybe with you at the helm? No, no, I know someone who'd be happier in that role. I'll see if I can lose a couple of hands of poker to him. Go ahead, get your breath back. Have to get you out of those and get you and them cleaned up and recharged. There's a party tonight and we have some talking to do!"

Lunch was light, and Iris was still shaky. To call it the biggest orgasm of her life was probably accurate, but also somehow not dramatic enough. Vanessa was aware, and had spent most of the last hour cuddling the other woman. Caressed and held by velvet-furred arms was a nice way to spend time.

"So, party tonight. Not a huge one, relatively speaking, but it will have pretty much the entire village jumping. Not going to be much quiet space, but if you need to, our room here is keyed for just you and me. And the front door won't be locked against you this time, either. So you can come and go as you please. I'm on call for a couple parts of the party festivities, gotta be mean to a tigress for charity."

"This sounds like it would be an okay party for me to miss. Stay in and read or something."

"You could, but I would very much rather you didn't. This is all completely optional. If you say no and stay inside, there's not going to be any punishments or anything. But hear me out about what I want you to experience."

Vanessa kissed her on the nose, then gestured over to the charging stand with those panties on it. "I want you to put those on, and put on that darling mouse suit. We'll get all the plumbing hookups in place so you can stay in as long as you want to. And we're going to get you all zipped up, then hang the remote around your neck. And then you can wander around the party and let anyone who wants to make you scream and orgasm over and over again. Does that sound like fun?"

"Fun is one word. Scary as hell, too. Anyone can just... play with me like that. Anyone who wants to?"

"No one can touch you at all, my sweet, and the toys are keyed to your safeword. If you say stop, it stops, and you can go back to the room and I'll join you as quickly as I can to talk about what went wrong. But we've been together for a very interesting and extensive few weeks. I don't think you will. I think you'll probably be scared at first, but the first time someone makes your knees buckle, you'll be in heaven all night long."

"And no one will know who I am, either. Anyone can play, but no one will know that they played with me."

"Precisely, my dear! It's much easier to be daring and experimental when you're also anonymous." Vanessa kissed her on the nose again, then on the cheek. "Are you ready to be my needy, mousy play toy tonight?"

Vanessa pulled the zipper up her back, encasing Iris in skin-tight satin. "Alright. How does it feel now?"

"I'm still not happy about the catheter, but I barely feel it now."

"Told you so. Okay. The head's going to take a little while to get everything in place. I'll talk you through the features as we go." It was a big thing, outsized even for the bulky body suit, but it fit with the awkward, stuffed-animal looking shape.

"Okay, all of the on board systems are voice activated. Nothing boots up until the neck seam is closed, and it will walk you through things once it's started. There's some set up stuff, so pay attention to the menus, and make sure you pick the options that you like most. The display is retinal projection, and the sound is all bone conduction so no one outside the suit will hear anything. Not that they could anyway, there's a lot of insulation. Speaking of insulation, there's a built in cooling system, just like in the body. Your ears are the radiators, and there's a fan. You'll be just fine in there."

Which were the last words Iris heard as the neck seam sealed up. Not a zipper, some kind of press seal. There was a brief moment of complete isolation, she couldn't hear anything, see or smell or taste, and the only thing she could feel was the encompassing pressure of satin, and the toys inside her. Then a spark of light as the retinal displays came to life, showed a loading bar, then flipped to a settings menu while the silent fan kicked on, running a cool breeze over her face.

[Hello, user. I am your on board interface unit, but you may call me Adelaide. Would you like to go through a full tutorial on the functions and options of this suit, or a brief setup that uses the most commonly selected defaults?] The voice was artificial, but still conveyed a very patient and motherly tone, somehow.

"Brief setup, please."

[Brief setup selected. Setting defaults, updating controls. I'm detecting a remote interface unit. Would you like to integrate those functions as well?]

"What does that mean?"

[Integrated secondary units can be operated by the onboard systems, rather than remote controls.]

"Oh. Okay, yes, integrate those functions please."

[Taking control of secondary unit. One moment while I test my control.] The toys went through a test cycle, each vibrator and pump going from off to maximum briefly, then back to off. [Control established. Outside interface disconnected. Turning on exterior displays and inputs. Would you like to select an eye color?]

The retinal display flipped to a view from the front of the suit, a little disorienting since she was pretty sure the camera involved was six inches forward of her eyes. Sound came on as well.

"Give me green eyes, please."

[Acknowledged.]

"Ah! Eye color. Good, that means you're done with set up." Vanessa's voice sounded a little off. "Okay, why don't we walk over to unit one? That's where the party will start, more or less. And you could probably use some practice walking in that suit."

"Okay, sounds good!"

[External voice has been disabled in the user preferences.]

"What? I didn't set that!"

[Default settings were established. External voice is disabled in default settings.]

"Okay, enable external voice."

[User preferences are locked for the default time of twelve hours.]

"I can't change the settings?"

[Correct, user.]

"Is there an override?"

[No override has been established. An override can be set in user preferences.]

"User preferences are locked." Okay, she couldn't talk outside her head. Her hands were in sleeves that ended in big, blunt, rounded mitts, not opposable thumbs. She couldn't unseal the head from the inside, either. Vanessa wouldn't probably recognize any signs of distress. So that left going along with it until either Vanessa unlocked her, or the twelve hour delay was up. She sent an angry mental note to ten-minutes-ago her, about reading the fine print before saying okay, then followed along Vanessa's lead.

"Gotta say, I didn't expect you to finish start up so fast. You must have been ready with an answer to every single setting question. No thoughtful deliberation or questioning, just following your impulses. I approve, I'll make sure you get extra special rewards once we're all done. In fact, why don't we start now?"

She watched the cabbit reach up and get a grip on her collar, pulling her along while the other hand played with the remote. The remote which had been disabled by the suit.

Iris was shocked when the buzz shot up powerfully anyway, and her knees threatened to buckle.

"Oh FUCK!" as she stumbled a little, unable to stop in her tracks with Vanessa pulling her along. "I thought you suspended function on that!"

[An authorized user is sending inputs, inputs are valid and will be transmitted.]

As suddenly as they'd started, the vibrations ceased, and she could hear Vanessa again.

"Oh, I saw that from out here. I'm half tempted to sit you down in the main hall and just turn the thing on random. Watch you squirm and arch and fight it. But letting strangers do that for me is more fun."

Fun. Right.

"Okay, Vanessa is authorized. Who else is authorized, Adelaide?"

[Authorization registry has been set to all staff and all registered guests.]

"So everyone at the party?"

[Aside from security staff, who have limited function access while on duty, yes. Authorization has also been given to the onboard systems, to facilitate positive and negative reinforcement of desired behaviors.]

"Desired behaviors?"

[Behavior modification is one of the functions of the Adelaide system. While any true conditioning would be unethical and illegal without supervision of a competent and fully briefed psychologist, minor positive and negative reinforcement to incentivize desired behaviors and discourage undesired behaviors is deemed ethically acceptable, and frequently viewed as simply part of the kink tool box. No custom behavioral desires have been input, but a default set was part of the standard package that you opted for, user.]

"Oh dear. Okay, I know I can't change the options for twelve hours, but can I at least know what the standard package includes for desired behaviors?"

[Standard desires are more promiscuous behavior, more obedience, and less self-conscious behavior. We like to call that the "happy slut" package. The actual package has not been locked by authorized users at this time, so it is still open to modification. It cannot be disabled, only replaced. Is there a behavior modification you would like to try, instead?]

"You're asking me if there are behaviors of mine that I want to change?"

[Essentially. These techniques are not suitable for any sort of real modifications or adjustments. Those options are available, but require some more documentation and preparation, as well as more time. Within the expected use period, no real changes are expected, however the game can still be fun to play.]

This interface system was clearly advanced enough to pretend to be having an actual conversation, which was surprising on what was essentially a fantastically complicated sex toy. "Okay. I'll bite. Sure, leave the settings as they are. Are you going to be trying to convince me to be a slutty mouse?"

[Essentially.]

Vanessa had led her along to one of the other houses in the neighborhood. The party was already starting to pick up. She recognized a few faces already, but there were so many more that she had never seen before. And a few she recognized from previous viewing. Eve, for example. The pale woman was wearing practically nothing, could have been a bathing suit. Iris had seen a pretty big pool in the area, it made sense.

Given what she knew about her, the fact that she was sitting in someone's lap was also understandable. A lion in tight pants, hand wrapped around her throat, just squeezing and playing there. It looked like a lot of fun, really, and both of them seemed to enjoy it.

[Detecting elevated responses.]

"No shit. If Vanessa wanted to squeeze my throat like that, I might just let her."

"Oh is that so?"

Vanessa was grinning at her through the mask.

[I took the liberty of relaying your words to your authorized user.]

"Thanks." Iris quietly imagined kicking the system. Hard.

"We're going to talk about this tomorrow, I think, my pretty mouse. Talk long about how much fun it's going to be to take your breath away."

Great.

"Hey Madame! How're things?"

Vanessa left her leaning against the wall as she bounced away to talk to a smaller mouse, graying ginger hair and ageless poise. Iris was distracted from trying to follow that interaction by a kick of buzzing from her nethers. [You communicated your desires, very good girl.]

Open communication gets rewarded, that's good. She could get behind that one. Being rewarded for things she wanted to do more of , that was a good thing. She wondered whether the other end of things, punishment, would be as bad as this was good.

Someone leaned on the wall next to her, and she tried to turn to look. The heavy and unwieldy shape made it impossible to just turn her head, so she had to turn her whole body. Big and scaly. Dragons weren't really dragons, exactly, and each one was the culmination of some very unique desires and modifications, even more so than most morphs. This one was purple, curvy, long white hair and wings that looked like they'd be a navigation hazard, but seemed well under their owners' control.

"So you're what's been keeping my favorite spades partner so busy. Hm. Cute suit, wonder if you squeak well enough to match?" Her voice was heavy and smooth, some sort of timbre to it that sunk straight into her bones and felt like it echoed in itself. "Oh, so here we are." Claws touched the remote hanging around Iris' neck, and she felt buzzes here and there as the stranger investigated things. A dozen puffs of inflation in her ass, swelling that toy until it felt like it was going to pop, then she turned the power up on that one.

"Let's see, that ought to make it very, very hard for you to sit still. If you squeak nicely for me, I'll make the front half feel good, too."

Iris grumbled as she squirmed. "I can't squeak to you because this damned suit won't let me make a noise."

[If you agree to only squeak, I can turn on the outside voice, since your vocalization was requested by an authorized user. However, if you do anything other than squeak, punitive measures will be taken.]

"Do I want to know what you mean by punitive measures?"

[You likely do not, but if you wish to experience them, by all means, ask the nice dragon lady for help.]

The system was responding far, far too naturally to actually be just an interface, and Iris was wondering more and more if there was someone nearby with a microphone and a control panel just fucking with her.

She didn't want to push her luck, though, so she squeaked, and squeaked a few more times. The dragoness grinned, and true to her promise, turned some of the front buzzers on as well, and pumped the dildo up to match. She felt full enough that she wasn't sure she could walk, and the pulsing vibrations were definitely making her knees weak.

The dragoness hung her remote back around her neck, then started to walk away, leaving Iris leaning against the wall and struggling to stay upright. She started to call for her to wait, to turn things down so she wouldn't topple over, but the moment something other than "squeak" came out of her mouth, everything went black inside the suit.

She was conscious, could still feel the thickness of the toys inside her, but the vibrations had stopped, and she couldn't hear or see anything. [You will now select your punishment for attempting to speak when you were not told to. You may choose from the following three options: One, twenty seconds of electrostim punishment. Two, overstimulation for two minutes after orgasm. Three forfeiture of all remaining orgasms for the remainder of the time you are in the suit. That includes all attempts by authorized users other than Vanessa to give you any orgasm. You will instead by edged for the duration of their attempts, plus ten minutes after each attempt.]

None of those sounded good. She wasn't sure where the hell electrostim was going to come in from, here hadn't seemed to be anything inside the suit, and she was pretty sure the panties, while very powerful, couldn't have a third function jammed in. Vanessa would probably have tested it out, and that was something that Iris would absolutely not have missed happening.

Still, that was the shortest one, and even if it was unpleasant it wouldn't mean zero climax for the night, or writhing in pain for two minutes while she got buzzed in ways that were very, very unpleasant.

It never actually occurred to her to argue. "Option one."

[Choice logged. Please kneel or sit so that you do not injure yourself falling.]

Kneeling then, and she had only been on her knees a breath when things went very poorly. The suit itself had all the stimulation points, not the panties, and it felt like they could move freely. Either that or there were hundreds of them operating in sequences. Angry, painful zaps in many places, making her jump and yelp as they shocked the soles of her feet, her nipples, the insides of her thighs. Twenty seconds seemed to drag on far, far longer, and by the end of it she was trembling, panting.

[Punishment complete. Further punishments this session will be increasingly severe applications of electrostimulation. If you wish to avoid experiencing longer and more intense sessions, it would be in your own best interest to be scrupulously obedient.]

No shit.

Sight and sound returned, and she saw a more lively scene of the party, a lot more people mingling and laughing, though there was a sort of buffer zone around her, like people were keeping a bit of distance. Possibly because life-sized stuffed mice were unusual. Possibly because she'd been twitching like a poorly wired animatronic a few moments ago. One person was apparently unfazed, and Iris had just enough time to process a wall of white fur and golden stripes before Alessia had just picked her up like a doll.

"Oh aren't you just the cutest thing!" Excitement or simply being relaxed among friends let an accent intrude, something light and lilting and Latin-derived. The hug could have been much stronger, but even with moderation it was a tight squeeze, especially around her middle where she was still stuffed full of inflated toys. No prompting at all for the squeak that accompanied it.

"Vanessa told me what the deal was with you, you know. For tonight, anyway, what you're about. I have to admit that I'm torn between making you pleasantly miserable and just hugging the metaphorical stuffing out of you."

Iris felt herself being carried along, and had to wonder at the sheer strength in the tigress' arms. Iris wasn't particularly petite, but she was being carried around like an actual stuffed toy. Sure, Alessia was over two and a half meters tall, and probably worked out, she'd have to for a figure like that, but even so, it was hard to frame her strength in relative terms. "Very strong"seemed a little too lackluster, even if it was technically accurate.

All of a sudden she was sitting in the tigress lap, an arm wrapped around her torso while a large paw carefully took the remote off of her collar. "Let's see here, someone left you all full and stuffed, that must be wonderful. How shall we make you happier, hm? Why don't we... yes, how thoughtful, Vanessa left a program just for that."

Vanessa had programmed a routine into the machine? Oh no. Vanessa had a penchant for casual and cheerful malice that bled into almost everything. The slowly rising buzzes that drifted back and forth across her mound, not all that different from someone rubbing a vibrator back and forth, the sensation shifting over and over. Slow rise in pleasure, in intensity, not nearly fast enough for her wants. No amount of hip movement made a difference, the panties moved with her and kept the sensations carefully in check.

She was absolutely, one hundred percent certain that the program wouldn't actually let her get off. Edging for however long it lasted seemed to be more her style, and unless Alessia took manual control at some point, it would continue like that, she was sure.

Nothing happened to prove her wrong, the buzzing kept going, kept moving, never enough to get her off, always enough to make her want it more, and she was an incredibly squirmy stuffed toy in Alessia's lap. Which seemed to make her happy, she kept an arm around Iris while she chatted with whoever was nearby.

The first time she got close, really close, she wondered if she might have been wrong. The build had been agonizingly slow, climbing higher by inches, but she was at the top now, only a few breaths from what promised to be an amazing orgasm.

Then she knew she was right, as every single vibrator stopped at once, leaving her hanging at the edge. She couldn't use her hands to finish the job, and no amount of squirming her hips could get enough friction in play to finish the job, and she growled in frustration as she slowly sank away from release. She didn't question how the toys had known exactly when to stop, just moaned when they started again, the buzzing roaming again, inside and out, lazy and slow but precisely controlled to stoke her fires.

The second edge and denial was even more frustrating, and left her aching with need. Alessia didn't seem to notice. Or did she hold tighter because she could sense the frustration, the need for some form of physical comfort to help deal with the growing frustration. The shushing and hugging and petting kind of confirmed that. Alessia knew, or suspected, what she was going through.

The third rise and fall finally got some reaction, but not from the giant tigress.

[User has endured three edges without verbal complaint. Impressive. Recalibrating edging parameters. User selection required. You may endure another five edges before release, or you may release on the end of the next edging session, if your release is accompanied by electrostimulation punishment.]

"Those are both awful! I've been behaving, why are you punishing me?"

[Because the default settings that you agreed to instruct that you are to be given no pleasure without pain, no release without frustration, and no freedom without permission. Please choose from the provided options: five more edges, or electrostim punishment.]

"Can I talk to Vanessa?"

There wasn't an immediate response, which was a little surprising. She'd been expecting a flat "no" response, it would have been in keeping with how things had gone so far.

"Hey Alessia, can you turn off your ears for a little bit? I need to have a private conversation with my mousie real quick."

"Of course, of course, she's a squirmy thing."

Vanessa leaned over into the camera view. "You need a breather, sweetheart?"

"Yes, yes please please!"

"Oooh, enthusiasm I like, but you sound more desperate than happy. Adelaide, close this node, local control only, and disconnect locks."

[Orders conflict with selected settings. Override required. Continue?]

"Override settings. I outrank her, and you. Do you need Madame to say yes, too?"

[Override accepted, closing node.]

The electronics switched off, and she was briefly in complete darkness before Vanessa unzipped the head and pulled it off. "Oh, honey! You look awful, come here." She kissed Iris' forehead and cheeks, petting her and hugging. "Bite off more than you could chew with those settings?"

There was something pretty soothing about being trapped between two very affectionate felines, and that at least let her get her heartbeat under control. "I didn't know what settings I was agreeing to! That was... really, really awful."

"Oh shit, you just hit defaults? I should have warned you, those are nasty! Do you want to get out of the suit?" Iris nodded, and the monochrome cabbit slid the rear zipper down her back, opening the suit to let her out. It was a lot cooler outside than she'd expected, and between that and the exhausted frustration she was shivering pretty well by the time she was mostly bare.

Alessia took care of that, pulling her back in against tiger fur, while Vanessa straddled her lap and cuddled against her front. "Defaults are supposed to for the really tough brats who need to get themselves wrecked before they can give in. I left settings open to you so you could pick how hard you wanted things to be, I didn't think you'd lock yourself out of them. Adelaide?"

The same voice chirped from Vanessa's wrist. [Listening.]

"Can you give me the diagnostic feed for my sweetie's suit time on my watch real quick?"

[Acknowledged, transferring.]

Vanessa cuddled close while she scanned through what looked like complete nonsense to Iris, then nodded. "Oh, oh my goodness, aren't you a tough cookie. Hey Alessia, ears on?"

"Ears on, ma'am."

"Sweetheart. Hey big girl, you remember when Adelaide gave you the big zaps?"

Iris felt the big tigress shudder a little.

"Exceedingly unpleasant."

"My sweetheart here took twenty seconds and didn't beg."

"Oh my. You are tough, aren't you?" Alessia sounded genuinely impressed.

Which was confusing to Iris. "Hold on now, I've seen your video. Passion Restrained. You got zapped way worse than that and looked like you loved it."

There was a deep and heavy chuckle. "Most of the arcs and sparks were purely for show. The e-stim stuff was super, super mild, and I was still thrashing, because that stuff just flat sucks. You seriously took twenty? And you weren't crying for mercy? Damn, girl."

Iris was not used to being the one people were impressed with. At least, not outside of science stuff. "Well, I wasn't going to be able to handle it a second time, and it was either that or another hour of edging and look at me. You saw what kind of mess I was when she took the head off. I couldn't take any more of that pushing."

The two cats eyed each other for a moment, then Vanessa kissed her again. "Sweetheart, you took way more than you really know. Time kinda gets weird in there, you endured ninety minutes of edging before you tapped out."

"What?"

"Sweetie, it's almost one in the morning. No wonder you're so worn out, Adelaide kept you too worked up to follow a clock. Alessia, you want to come be the other third of a sleepy snuggle? I'm gonna eat my pretty out and give her some relief, then we're just gonna sleep it all off."

"Do I get to eat her too? Or you, I'm not picky."

"Of course, dear, of course."

The mouse suit got left behind, and Iris found herself carried in one arm up the stairs. Unfortunately for the best laid plans of evil cats, she was asleep before she hit the pillow.