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"You're not the boss of me!" was perhaps not the most mature response to "You need to get up, Sarah," but it was what came out, and there was an instant regret on the chinchilla's face.

And amusement on Anita's, the plush black cat grinning like she'd caught a canary. "Not the boss of you. Well, what did Mama Dog say when she left? Who's in charge of who?"

"Whom." Sarah responded without actually thinking, too much English teaching and not enough common sense to stop the remark. Anita's annoyed huff said just about enough for her to know how utterly doomed she was.

"Get up, fluffy. Go do your job. Mama's going to call tonight, and then we'll see who's going to be in trouble. Guess who? It's you."

Sarah grumbled, but got out of bed and headed for the brushes. As dense as her fur was, showers were pretty much out of the question, so her morning groom was scented dust brushed into her fur, and some careful styling of whiskers. Ear cuffs were most of her jewelry, aside from the matching necklaces both she and Anita wore. Nothing overt, but the three lobed entwined knot was a pretty thing, and held much meaning for the three of them.

Anita, Sarah, and Odette all lived together in an apartment. Two professionals and a student could afford some pretty nice space, so each had their own bedroom, and a common living and kitchen space, and bathroom. Odette was Mama Dog, a big, fluffy Samoyed, boisterous and energetic. She considered both the cat and chinchilla to be daughters. Sort of. It was really rather kinky, Sarah was prone to think, but it worked.

But she was out of the area right now, off on a work thing, some infrastructure... system... thing. Sarah's command of technical jargon was limited, and whatever Odette did, it was far enough beyond her comprehension of the field that it might as well be Greek. She'd prefer Greek, actually, it would be easier than the constant evolution of terms and acronyms.

The well-worn path of thoughts ran her through grooming, dressing, grabbing a cereal bar and getting out the door, and off to a full day of teaching, through which she would almost certainly experience pangs of worry about the inevitable video call tonight.

She was, it turned out, right to be worried. She was only just through the door, after dawdling through her after-class prep period, and taking the long route home, when Mama's voice hit.

"Stop right there, fuzzbutt." Sarah looked up, wide-eyed, and saw the laptop on the kitchen table, pointed at the doorway. Clearly they'd already been talking. "Close the door, and strip. Right there. Every scrap but your necklace. Now!" The last belted out, because she was barely starting, not hurrying about the orders. And they were orders, not just instructions or requests. The two younger ladies were very firmly under Odette's thumb.

With her clothes in a puddle around her feet, and her ear cuffs on the shelf by the door, she looked up again at the screen, and saw a big, toothy, canine grin. "So! I hear you've been mouthy, fuzzbutt. Don't know how to talk nicely. I considered having you wash your mouth out, but nah, Anita and I have come up with a better way to help you amend your manners. Go get your toy and your belt. You've got thirty seconds. Get to!"

She hurried to her room, and ducked inside to open the top drawer of her dresser, to grab two things she loved and hated. Chastity belts were always a pretty simple affair, leather straps and steel plates that did an admirable job of keeping a girl's nethers out of touch and off limits. This one was a slightly more interesting model, the lock wasn't a regular key, it was electronic, and remote. Once on, she couldn't take it off at all, Odette would have to send the unlock command in order for her to take it off. It was a very covert model, she could easily get away with wearing it for a few days without anyone noticing. And had.

The toy that she had been ordered to find was similarly technical. Odette's savvy bled over into her love life, clearly, and it was a nice little thing. A short little plug that fit up inside her, and a shield that covered up over her mound and snuggled up tight. It was made to fit discreetly under the chastity belt and again, could be worn for quite a while without issue.

The problem with that, from her point of view, was that this toy was also remote, and it packed four very powerful and very quiet motors, all set up to vibrate in all the right places, at Odette's direction and discretion. She might be discrete and supportive and helpful, but she also took a positive delight in making both of them cry, or pushing them into begging for mercy. Both Sarah and Anita knew they could stop it, but there was, at least for Sarah, a perverse pride in standing up under the worst her Mama could dish out.

She rushed back out with the belt and vibrator, and met the grinning Samoyed's gaze. "Good! Only took you twenty-eight seconds. You've got... one hundred and twenty to get everything in and on and locked. Get going, kiddo."

More orders that were a rush job. It wasn't easy to put things inside herself in a hurry, and while the toy wasn't terribly big, it was plenty big enough to be uncomfortable without at least a little lubrication. So she gave it a quick rub of tongue and winced as it slid up into place. Easier to hold it there after, though, and let things settle. Which had to be done, as she needed her hands for threading her tail through a ring at the back of the belt. That, and three straps, when all tugged into place, made up the whole thing.

"Uh-uh, kiddo. We're past two minutes, and I don't have the little notification that you're locked up showing up on my- ah, there it is. Twelve seconds late. I guess I've been too lax on you." The frazzled chinchilla let out a surprised yelp as all four of the vibrators kicked on to max for a brief second, then faded down to a low, gentle buzz. "Now. Anita, get stripped, Sarah, go into my room. Black dresser, second drawer, left hand compartment. Take that, and then the red dresser, top drawer, front compartment. Those two things."

While the curvy black cat started to get herself naked, Sarah scrambled to Mama's room. The door was locked, of course, and her attempt to remember the key code was hindered by two things. One, that she never went in here without being dragged by her hair, and two, that she was getting random pulses of vibration from that locked in toy, Odette either toying with the settings herself, or letting some randomized program go along.

"Four, Eight, Seven, Thr- god dammit. Eight, Four, Three, Sev-ah!" The door swung open and she stumbled into the neatly ordered bedroom. Odette's was the room without an exterior wall, since she sometimes worked odd hours, and, in her words, the sun could go eat a million dicks. Where windows might have been were a few flat screens which could be set to show any number of things. At the moment, only one was active, and it was a slideshow of still pictures. Every one of them was Sarah getting handled rough. A spanking here, a whole load of zappy electric fun there, and the one time she'd been put through a combination of sensory deprivation and incredibly misleading contact. The picture, of her, hooded and muffled and bound tight, struggling and crying while Odette dragged a credit card down her arm, trailing it with hot chocolate syrup to make her think she'd been cut, looked funny from the outside. She could remember the terror from the inside, though, and it was significantly less fun.

But there were a lot of dressers, flanking the big, nest-like bed. Color coded, thankfully, and the first compartment was a dildo, a fake cock fashioned to be a meticulous reproduction of hers. Black, big, with a thick knot at the base. Mama packed a bit of a punch in the pants department. The other item was a strap on harness, and for a moment Sarah was confused. She was already locked up, there weren't a whole lot of places this could get used on her.

Her confusion didn't last very long, because on returning to the living room, the laptop had been moved again, and this time it was clear it was merely serving as a node. Odette's face was up on the wall screen, and three different cameras were being positioned by the naked, black-assed cat. If the angles and placement were right, the coffee table was about to get used. "Good of you to join us, Sarah. So! Here's what's gonna happen. Put the rig on, baby. You're gonna fuck Anita while I play with you. You are not, under any circumstances, no matter what, allowed to cum. Get me?"

She nodded, and started buckling on the harness.

"Good! Anita, you're under the other orders. You're gonna cum as often as you can. And you're gonna make sure she knows just how good it feels every single time. And neither of you are gonna stop until I say so. Get me?"

Both of them nodded, and Sarah took a moment to take stock. It was a bit weird, to have both the chastity belt on and a big, (on her frame almost comically big) black doggy dick. But she knew how much Anita enjoyed when the fluffy dog fucked her, and there wasn't much reason to suspect she'd be any less happy to get fucked by proxy. _Especially_with Mama watching.

Her hesitation was noted, and the sudden sharp, almost painful, buzz right atop her clit. The implied 'get moving' was matched by Odette's expectant glance, the big fluffy dog watching her from the screen. She scurried up to the coffee table, and Anita was already stretching out on her back,scooting so her tail was just hanging off the edge of the table, knees pulled up and back. Pretty much an engraved invitation.

The actual mechanics of it weren't difficult. Anita was already excited, and the only thing keeping her from sliding right in was the thickness of the toy. Their dog was really well endowed, went along well with her just being generally big. So pushing the replica rod into a lusty, plush cat wasn't all that quick a job. Not helped at all by the shakiness induced by one too many buzzes and pulses inside that locked chastity belt. Nor by the wicked, sadistic grin the cat was wearing.

"Mmm! Feels so good to have that in. C'mon, 'chilla babe. Don't be gentle, push it in hard. Mama wants me to cum a lot for you, better help me do that. Mine are the only orgasms gonna happen around here any time soon. Best you enjoy them, since you ain't getting any." There was a little bite of amused malice in that voice, and Sarah wondered for a moment if Odette had heard it. There wasn't any sign or response, but... maybe.

Either way, there wasn't much excuse not to get to it, and the little chinchilla started to really work her hips. In and out was a pretty simple concept, and the height of the coffee table made it easy to get some good angles and a lot of force, which the plush-curved cat enjoyed in all her loud, yowly glory. Playing to the camera, some, but equally just enjoying getting pounded. Sarah was having trouble keeping her pace, what with the almost random pulses of vibration inside her chastity belt. Odette was very good, knew her girls very well, and was doing a solid job of driving her nuts without letting her get close to getting off.

"Hamming. It. Up. A. Little?" Sarah punctuated the question with her thrusts, smacking her hips against the cats backside. Any attempt at a reply was cut off by a howling, shaking orgasm. Sarah kept going anyway, though. No sense in slacking off, no matter how much her knees wanted to buckle. It wouldn't do her any good to buckle, to beg. It might amuse Odette, would certainly amuse Anita, but amusement wouldn't get her off.

A second howling orgasm was met with a sudden, intense, persisting buzz, and Sarah arched her back, panting hard and shaking. Her grip on the cats hips was tight, claws digging in as she panted shallow breaths, and looked over at the screen. Smiling. The big fluffy Samoyed was smiling at her. "Don't you dare, fluff. You don't get to cum. Hold out."

It felt like hours of fighting that buzz, but it was probably only a few seconds before it all shut off and she could unclench her fingers from Anita's hips. Odette laughed. "Good! Good so far. That's part one. Take off the harness, fluff. Put it on Anita. There we go." There was nothing but cheer in that voice. It wasn't even sadistic glee, just amusement.

It took a minute or two to exchange the harness, the faux cock still slick with cat juices. And then a little bit more work. Anita cuffed Sarah's wrists, and attached them to a collar around her neck. "Alright!" said Odette. "Now we're gonna play a game. Turn a little so I can see. Sarah, I'm gonna hold down the buzzer as long as your nose is on Anita. You get that whole thing in your throat, and keep it there, and you might get to cum. Yes, that means the knot, too."

Which was going to be a problem, and Sarah knew it. She could swallow a cock well enough, though longer and thicker ones gave her trouble. And Mama's was pretty big in general. A pleasure to get fucked by, a nightmare to try and get all the way down. But it was what she had been told to do. It never even occurred to her to decline and just accept not cumming. She had to try it.

She hadn't counted on the instant spike of jealous lust when Anita's taste hit her tongue. It wasn't fair, not at all, though that protest wouldn't win points. It wasn't supposed to be fair, and any idea that it was would be pointed out as silly and stupid. She knew that Odette had no interest in 'fair'. Mostly, her interests were in pushing her girls, and seeing how they held up.

Something of her brief spark of anger must have shown on her face, because Odette called, "Pause real quick."

Anita pulled the fake dick out of her mouth, and held a handful of Sarah's hair, turning the chinchilla's face toward the screen. "Pumpkin, I see that scowl, and I know darn well what's causing it. So let me make this very clear. You put one little nick or dent in that toy, I'm going to match it in your hide. You better be real careful that you're nice to my double, there, or I'm gonna be really not nice to you."

Sarah gave a little nod. That threat was scary for many reasons. Despite her ready roughness, she'd never seen Odette actually angry. And didn't want to, though, as time went on she was sure it was inevitable. So she'd have to be careful while, well, this wasn't going to be easy in any way. A thought that was proven out when Anita tightened her grip on the 'chilla's hair, put another hand under her jaw to hold it open, and stuffed that big, black cock straight into her throat. The instant reaction, to choke and gag and struggle back, was probably exactly what she wanted, if the laugh that followed was anything to judge by.

Sarah tried to pull back, to get the thing out of her throat so she could breath and stop gagging, but Anita held on, forcing her to take it and endure. It persisted for another few heartbeats, as she pushed her hands on Anita's hips, trying to get her maw away from that dildo. Anita let go, laughing as she fell back and coughed, tears in her eyes.

"No, no, get back on there," the dog cheered from the screen, and nudged the buzzer briefly. "Don't you want to cum before I get home in two weeks?"

Two weeks? Two more weeks in this, probably getting buzzed at random but never actually allowed to get off? Fuck. She took another breath, then looked up at Anita. Glared up, really, and the vindictive smile that came back down was not comforting at all. Both hands on the cat's hips, and she opened up again, sucking on the dildo. Not deep, yet, the immediate 'right into your throat' had been very unpleasant, and she just didn't want to do that again. It was going to take a little warming up to get her nose in place on the black cat's pelvis.

It took forever, or at least five minutes, of retching, gagging, coughing misery, to even get close, with that fake dick in her throat and the knot making her jaw ache. And the sudden wash of buzz made her hips quiver when it came. But she could only stay there for a few seconds before she had to haul back, coughing and retching, the toy slick with that thick mucousy saliva from the back of her throat.

"Come on, softy," came Odette's voice, and Sarah blinked tears to try and clear her vision. "Aw. You look so cute when you cry like that. If you can hold your nose on Anita's fur for... call it twenty seconds by my count, I'll let you out of the belt. If you can hold for thirty, well... there'll be a really nice surprise when I come home."

Surprises from Odette were always something to be wary of. They were never truly bad, but were often unexpected and challenging. Still, getting out of the belt was worth trying for, and Sarah couldn't really keep count of seconds with her throat full and pulse pounding. So she just... had to go for it. Both hands on Anita's ass to hold her place, and she just... shoved the faux cock down her throat, pulled the cat's plush butt forward, and planted her nose on the kitty's crotch. It was miserable, her throat ached, her jaw ached, and the only thing that made it even briefly bearable was the wash of pleasure from that buzzing toy.

Things started to get fuzzy, a little, and she felt Anita pushing at her head, tugging her hair. Finally, she relaxed her grip, let the cat push her head off, and dropped down to her hands and knees to gag and retch and cough. There wasn't much chance of getting her back on that black shaft any time soon.

"Huh. Thirty five seconds. Good job, softie." Sarah felt the belt sag just a little as the lock disengaged, and Odette started to play with the buzzer, varying and adjusting the vibrations in ways she knew the chinchilla really enjoyed. It had exactly the effect wanted, and on top of all the stress she'd been put through already, it was a welcome wash of pleasure and relief.

"Don't you get too excited Anita. Take the toys off, clean them up, and put them back where they belong. You were paying attention, right? I don't want to have to remind you which goes in which drawer, get to." Odette's voice was soft and gentle, comforting, but there was a faint little edge when she was talking to Anita.

Sarah felt herself tightening, creeping closer to the edge of orgasm, and glanced at the screen, catching Mama's eyes and pleading with her own. The squirming hips and breathless panting told most of the story, and the big dog's nod and the sudden kick of extra power from the toy were enough to send her crashing over.

Minutes later, she was laying belly down on the carpet, panting and trembling in the wake of a really, really good one. Maybe not the best she'd ever had, but pretty well up there. Anita was still out of the room, cleaning toys up.

"Hey softie, wanna know what your surprise is?" Odette had manipulated the volume enough that it was unlikely anyone could hear but her, and Sarah nodded a little.

"You're going to get the best view I can arrange of what I'm gonna do to Anita when I get home, for being such a bitch to you. Yeah, I know. But hey, it was an excuse to be really mean to you for fun, and give you a really good one, and see you cry and choke and just be snotty and sore. Go clean yourself and your things up, stow it all. I'll call you on your phone in a bit, yeah?"

Sarah nodded, and slowly got to her feet to follow instructions. Always follow Mama's instructions, they're important, she understood that much. And she was very, very curious what was going to happen with Anita, in a few weeks.