Abrupt end warning:

I tried myself at some writer "de-rusting" and came up with a big story. Unfortunately, the block still haunts me and was unable to complete it.

I am publishing it anyways because it does contain several complete "sub arcs" that I hope may entertain some readers.

Thus, just as an early warning, this story ends after the pegging scene.

1 - Going Out

Gabriel wipes the curvy lock from his right eye and readjusts his suit's collar, then knocks at the door. From the corner of his eye, he notices a middle-aged lady skunk smiling at him from the bottom of the stairs, so he returns a polite nod and a smile of his own. "Good afternoon, Miss Sal..."

But he can't finish, the door opening suddenly for a white rabbit to pull him in by the arm. "Ooofh !"

Down the stairs, the concierge shakes her head: "If only they could all be as proper and polite as you are, if only!"

"Ricky! What is the ruckus, fellow?"

The rabbit chuckles and stops the time to look at the dog from head to toes. "Ruckus? Maaaan, you and your old-book talk!"

"My apologies. What is the fuzz? Was that better?"

The rabbit is too busy finishing his examination to respond. "Monogrammed suit, shirt with silver sleeve buttons, loafer shoes. Seriously? You're coming to the party in uniform?"

"It's not a uniform, these are my usual casual clothes."

"Your casual clothes have a bloody striped tie, man! You _so_need to loosen up! Look at me, do I look like a rich heir from a noble family with five first names?"

"Well, no; but you are not. And I only have three, that I seldom use altogether, so..."

"Not the point! Just look at me and tell me I'm awesome."

The dog complies and admires the mean look of his friend: black boots and leather jacket, a big studded belt with a rodent skull and crossbones buckle... the rabbit did his best at looking dangerous, but his diminutive size and adorable face are spoiling the effect. Especially the pinkish nose, lips, and inner ears. Also, he tied a black and dark blue handkerchief at the right of his belt.

"You look like a dazzling scoundrel, my fel... my dude. However, you mixed up your hanky code."

"Okay: one, the eighteen century called and they want their 'dazzling scoundrel' expression back; two, what?"

He points the belt. "Blue and black on the right mean you are a SM and bondage bottom. It's left if you want to be the top."

"No way!"

"I kept telling him, but he wouldn't listen. As usual. Hi, Gaby!" says an arriving donkey.

"Goodness gracious! You are spectacular today, Pero!"

Blushing but smiling, the equine slowly turns around to display his own party outfit. He's functionally naked, adorning only a collar, a chest harness, wrist and ankle cuffs - without their connecting chains for now --, his nipple piercings -- them with a connecting little chain -, and a cock-and ball harness.

"Oh, yeah," nods Ricky, "this is what I wanted to show you. I did the tail braiding, to better enhance his ass. Cool, right?"

"Very much so! You know what you miss? A halter with reins, and maybe blinders."

Pero tugs at the leather bands trapping his balls separated - they itch a little, especially when he starts erecting - and blushes more. "I would have loved one, but I couldn't find any online. That I could afford, that is."

Gabriel looks at the collar closer. It's the donkey's special one, one that signals consent and eager for play when he adorns it. He snaps his fingers and points down. "If you're good, I'll offer you one."

"Thank you!" The equine's ears flatten and he fidgets with his hands together, blushing harder than ever, but he's soon dropping obediently to his knees and carefully opening the hound's zipper. He's himself growing full mast as he fishes the dog's sheath and balls out and nudges his soft snout to breath warm between them.

Ricky shakes his head, but is not missing any detail. "Sheesh man! You could have waited a bit! We'll have to put some clothes over him the time to reach the place, and now that huge cock will never fit in his pants!"

"Hhhhmmmmaaah... Make up your mind, my friend, am I supposed to loosen up or not?"

"Okay, fair point."

"Plus, you surely have some ice cubes in your freezer, haven't you?" Pero looks up and is about to complain, but a hand casually gets hold on his mane to pull him back to work. "Hush, slut. You shut up and you suck, the people are talking."

"I love it when you get haughty like this. Hihi. If I were spoiled rich like you, I'd be way worst in abusing of my powers."

"I bet you would. And rightfully so, I say inferior commoners should rightfully be naked like beasts on their knees worshipping us, their privileged betters." When roleplaying around Pero, Gabriel always takes a slightly exaggerated tone that leaves no doubt about it being a joke. "Don't you agree, cocksleeve?" And he tugs to half choke the donkey, only to look down cautiously.

Pero gags and coughs but still manages to somehow smile around the dog's knot and to raise a thumb up to show he's alright. He resumes bobbing his head with sloppy wet noises and renewed enthusiasm.

Playing along, the rabbit puts his fists on his sides with a play frown. "All commoners?"

"All of you, absolutely. No exception. You're lucky I humor you with the pretense of dignity because you're good to slum with, bunny."

Ricky chuckles with good heart. "Alright, alright, your Highness. How long do you think you need to... finish?"

"I'm just getting in the mood, really. I don't plan to 'finish' so early, I wish to take my time and savor the party to its fullest." He looks down. "Sorry, cumrag, you'll have to patient before you get fed. Do you wish me to wrap this up so we can depart?"

"Nah, no rush. Let's allow Pero to enjoy his lollipop some: I have a few questions, anyways."

"Oh, of course. Ask freely!"

"So, Pero told me we were going to party in a fucking castle?"

"That is correct. Pretty much literally correct, even, tonight."

"No shit! And the guy, the organizing mastermind, he's like, a duke? That even exists anymore today?"

"The son of a duke, for now; his father still has to pass out before he receives the title. And these still exist, yes. They are no longer official positions of power, but they are still very important for old families who keep religiously transmitting the prestigious pedigrees."

"Wow. Do you have a title yourself? Or will have when your father dies?"

"I believe I might be a viscount, if my memory betrays me not, and it's my elder brother who will someday become marquess."

"Marquess? It sounds like a lady's title."

"Yet it's a purely male one. The old-time folks were not too keen on gender equality. To be honest, it's still not a cardinal value in nowadays' nobility. Hnf... deary me... one second..." The dog pulls Pero's head back right before his pleasure reaches the no return point and takes a moment to steady his breath back. "Aaah, good work, boy! A nice way to begin the evening." And he takes a moment to wipe himself dry all over the donkey's face, smearing it with a mix of pre and saliva.

"So, basically, we'll be the only 'comonners' in a sea of rich, powerful, and perverted nobles."

"Not quite, there will also be some rich, powerful, and perverted businessmen, and, actually, a fair number of other commoners! You need some entertainment in these parties, good dominants and submissives, lively guests, so we accept a more varied crowd than at the debutante balls. But I can see your worry, and it's a fair one: you are anxious they may want to abuse you."

"Right. I mean, no offense intended, you're very cool and you're a friend. I trust you. But, frankly, many rich people are fucks. At least, I think so, the power goes to their head. And BDSM is a great way to get hurt bad when you do it with fucks. No offense meant. You, you're cool."

"No offense taken." He taps the donkey's cheek gently. "You can stand and speak again, Pero. Go get some clothes on." He returns to Ricky with a warm smile and continues. "And I agree with you. Which is why I'm always very careful: I would not invite you to an unsafe party. It will not be my first time at John-Frederick-Harold's little carnivals of sins, and I can vouch for them confidently. A few patrons will not talk to you at all, but that's the worst you risk."

"No shit? The guy is called John-Frederick-Harold? That's _one_guy, right?"

"Yes, it is, and yes he's called that. Or JFH, for friends, which you are not."

From his corner where he's struggling with his pants to stuff his hard-on into one of the legs, Pero asks: "Did you say patrons? Is it not free?"

"No, of course it is not. But do not worry about it, I'm inviting you."

"Just curious, if you weren't inviting us, and supposing we managed to be allowed to go, could we afford the entry?"

"No. No, you most certainly couldn't."

Ricky blinks at that, the party suddenly becoming even more exciting. "Maaaan, thanks! Should I suck your cock too?"

"Only if you wish so, my fellow. I'm sure Pero will do it for you later if you don't."

2 - The Party

"Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! I'm so sorry guys!" Pero is trembling so much his legs are shaking under himself and he's clinging at his jacket hard, as if he was afraid someone would rip it off him.

"It's quite alright, my fellow, don't be silly. There's nothing to apologize for, you're having a rush of anxiety, it happens. It's perfectly normal, this is impressive on one's first time!" Gabriel gently massages his shoulders to try relaxing him.

The donkey looks around himself. They are in toilets large enough to build an apartment in, all in white marble and gilding. This is more intimidating than he imagined! And this particular room is nothing compared to the others. "I... I'm making you miss the party. I'm sorry!"

"Pero, Pero... look at me." The hound helps him to turn around and holds him by the shoulders. "In my eyes, boy." He gently wipes a tear away with the back of a finger. "Do I look angry to you? There will be more parties, I can come back. I can bring Ricky back as well, anytime."

"Yeah, pal! It's cool, I don't mind either! I understand too!"

"B-but, the money you paid..."

"The money is not important. You are. You are my friend and I love you, this is what matters." The donkey's nose is sinking, a light but firm hand raises it back up. "In my eyes, Pero. There, good boy. Let this be crystal clear for you: I brought you here so you enjoy yourself. You have no obligation whatsoever, nothing must happen that you do not wish to allow, do you hear me?"

"Y-yes, Gaby."

"Good. So if you do not want to get naked, you do not get naked. If you wish to return home, we'll bring you back home. If you need to take your time to cool down before deciding that's fine as well. It's your call, fellow. I can not keep you safe if you don't communicate with me, so I want you to take a big breath, to think quietly, and then to answer me truthfully without fearing to disappoint us. Do you want to get out?"

The donkey takes the ordered big breath and a moment to think. "I... I'm not sure."

"It's alright. We'll take the time that you need to be sure. Do you wish to move from here maybe? There are a few quiet rooms that are way more comfortable, or we can go walking outside if a neutral place helps you feel safer."

Pero shakes his head silently.

"Are you scared to go back into the big room? Is that it, boy?"

He hesitates, then nods.

"Even with your clothes on? What is it that you fear, can you put words on it?"

"I... I'm afraid that someone dominant comes, and that he gives me an order, and that I don't manage to say 'no' because I'm too shy, and that... things happen. That I do not want to happen," he explains very fast, before adding one more: "I'm sorry."

"It's a fair fright, Pero, nothing to be sorry about. I will not allow this to happen. I promise. I'm here to protect you."

"And so am I! If any rich fuck tries to fuck with you in ways you don't like, I'll punch his fucking face right in! No offense meant, Gaby!"

"None taken, Rickie. But I might be able to figure a less violent solution. Pero, do you remember that cute ear motion you used to do when trying to bluff at poker? The one I pointed to you, so your friends stopped robbing all of your money."

"This one?" The donkey turns one ear slightly while twitching the other.

Gabriel smiles fondly. "This one, exactly. This will be your safe code for today. When you do this, I intervene to pull you out of whatever is going on. I'll make an excuse: you will not have to speak, you will not have to justify yourself, they will not even know it was your call. You have the power to stop everything, at any time. Do you understand?"

"I... yes, Gaby."

"Good boy. Now, how about I put a leash on you? To show that you are mine today and to keep you close and well protected until you acclimate or decide to leave. And you can keep your clothes on, of course. Would it reassure you? Would you be comfortable getting out of here this way?"

Pero considers this for a moment and a shy half smile returns, he nods. "I... think so, yes."

"Attaboy! We have a plan, then. Rickie, could you please..."

"Get you a leash. Loud and clear, your Highness, I'm back right away! It'll be cool Pero, don't be afraid!" He's already trotting to the door, from where he turns back briefly at the last moment. "Oh! And, Gaby?"

"Yes?"

"You rock, dude."

About five minutes later, Pero sheds the clothes and has the time of his life getting sodomized by a lion on a table, in the middle of a casually chatting audience.

Rickie is doing his best to conceal his nervousness but he's clenching too hard on the rolls of rope he borrowed. He sticks them under his arm to free his hand, and fishes into his pocket to find the other toys - a handful of clamps, lube, a condom and a blindfold - as he's still making plans in his head, not entirely sure about what he's about to do. He's only certain this will be glorious! This setting is fit for a king, it's huge, it's shiny, it's classy. It pretty much looks like a fairytale's castle, safe a lot more gimp suits than in the classical books!

The prey is a lovely morcel as well: he's a badger, as sturdy built and rustic as one would expect for his species but not taller than the rabbit. And... and he's precious, shy and all intimidated, keeping his head and ears low and his little tail tucked and following every tug on his leash so carefully. Rickie didn't ask his name yet, nor shared his own, because he wanted to preserve the hint of coldness and objectification from anonymous use.

He finds himself a comfy-looking free sofa and decide this spot will work fine. He'd have preferred an intimate room, it would have felt safer than a public scene, but the badger didn't want to be isolated with an unknown dominant. Fair and sensible enough, he can understand that!

Unbeknownst to him, here happens to be the right place to be witnessed and noticed by a certain vixen he doesn't know yet.

The rabbit flops onto his seat, wriggles his bottom there, and gives his plaything his most impish grin. "What will I do of you today? Sooo many options!" He slowly pulls out a few clamps to negligently toss them at his side. Then on a second thought lines them up neatly. The badger looks at them with fascination, breathing short and further flattening his ears, but the growing bulge under his pants is hard to miss. Rickie doesn't want to unleash him, but he needs to recover the use of both his hands - he has his own growing bulge to tend after - so he ties the loose end to the sofa's arm.

Then, he snaps his fingers. "Strip."

"Y-yes, Sir." Forced to bow, the poor male looks all awkward, and his hands are trembling while he peels his vest, then tugs his t-shirt over his head to reveal a nicely fit chest. Awkwardness, however, rises to a new level as the garment gets caught into the leash, then, after a bout of struggling, finishes hanging from it in midair. In his efforts, the badger also tugged too much for the loose knot and the leash slooooly unties itself before falling down against his belly - with the t-shirt still attached -. "I... Uh... Sorry, Sir!"

Actually, sorely aware that all of this is the result of his own bad planning, the rabbit is likely feeling even sillier at the moment. He frowns into his best poker face to try concealing it and vaguely shakes a hand. "Errr... nevermind." He reaches up to unhook the leash and discard it. "Keep going."

The badger straightens with relief and nods, mumbling a half strangled "yes, Sir" that makes Ricky's briefs achingly tight: they both unzip and unbutton their pants in unison. The rabbit starts stroking himself nice and slow, eyes narrowed with satisfaction, as the other wriggles his hips out of the pants to let them drop. He next pushes his white briefs down, and his dominant of the day regrets not to be on the other side when he has to bend over! "T-there, Sir."

Rickie pats the spot by his side. "Clothes here, well folded, they are mine until further notice. Then stand still for examination, with your legs parted and your hands behind your head."

"Yes, Sir." He collects his clothes from the floor and hurriedly folds them to surrender them where instructed, then takes the pose. He's panting for good already and his black cock quietly rises out of its sheath while he finishes, throbbing up. A long rope of pre lazily drips down toward his feet. Blushing hard, he keeps his eyes down, safe a few anxious sideways looks to check if there are some audience, and even sneakier ones at the rabbit in the hope to detect some approval.

Ricky shows none, but only thanks to a heroic effort at self-control because he wants to keep the pressure up. He even stops playing with himself - because otherwise he'd blow his load within seconds and the scene would halt before it fully started -.

Doing his best impression of a jaded, mildly bored, glance, he stands up and walks around his submissive. His hand pats here and there, feeling a muscle or two, dragging blunt claws into the black and white fur. He grabs and yanks the tail up hard enough to make the other shiver and rise on his toes, needs a brief break to tug his own pants before they slide down, then holds him there while leaning along his back and toying with his nipples.

"Hfff... ohSir... Ah..."

"You shut up when I'm not asking questions, boy." On this, he suddenly pinches the nipple he was teasing.

"Ah! Sorry S..." Realizing belatedly that these are more words, he stops mid sentence and nods.

Ricky increases the pressure and twists until he gets a hurt enough moan to escape, then let's go to reach for the balls instead. He squeezes and gives repeated downward tugs, not too hard - he doesn't intend to hurt yet, just to make that cock bob up and down and to finish pulling its sheath back -, while delivering a few tender nibbles at the side of his prey's neck. His erection nudges itself between the badger's cheeks, and he hardly refrain from humping wildly.

Instead, he pulls himself away abruptly and returns to his seat. "Decent material. You're fuckable enough to entertain, but you'll have to deserve the treat first, boy."

The "boy" opens his mouth but remembers in time how he's not allowed any words. He nods eagerly, with pleading eyes.

With a new finger snap comes the next order. "On all fours. Low."

The badger lowers himself to his knees with grace, marks a visible hesitation and looks up uneasily.

"I said, on all fours."

He muffles a moan and places his hands on the floor.

"Low."

He further prostrates, getting his chest closer from the floor.

"Lower. Crawl like you mean it."

He looks up, maybe with a hint of reproach in his eyes. Then around again and finally he flattens down until all his abdomen is barely brushing the floor. It's a straining position, from where the usually small rabbit looks towering.

A boot comes nudging his lips. "Lick." Yet again, the badger needs some time to obey. Ricky doesn't mind at all, he's loving each second of watching this little struggle and slow crumbling, of gradually controlling and humbling the submissive. He'll reward him nicely for all his great efforts, soon; he'll let him know how proud and happy he is, and he'll show him the hogtie that always works so well at making Pero squirm. Idly, he caresses the rope to check its softness while making his plans.

And suddenly, the magic breaks. The badger rises back up with a devastated face.

"Wh... are you alrigh..."

"Sorry, Sir! It's... not working... sorry... bye! Sorry!" He grabs for his clothes and runs away, leaving the rabbit blink in shock.

"Wait! Did I do something... are you alright? Hey!" The badger is intercepted by a lady giraffe who brings him to a side room. He may be crying. "Awww maaan..."

Ricky shivers as a thick hand lands gently on his shoulder. "He will be alright. Maria is great with the aftercare: these little accidents can be impressive, but when well handled they rarely end up too bad. Are you alright yourself?"

The rabbit looks back to find a smiling middle aged wolf in a formal suit. "I... yes, I guess! I'm not the one who got abused by a bad dominant... Ffffuck, I didn't mean to... I'm so sorry for him!"

"He'll be fine. Abusing is a big word too, you don't look like the abusive type. More like a beginner dominant, if I may allow myself to say so. Do you understand what happened?"

"I... no, it went so fast..."

"Not that fast, actually. What happened is you missed several early warning signs. Manny is not into humiliation, he got uncomfortable and there were cues about it. But you were too focused on how you imagined he was and not enough on what you saw. When you touched the rope, he panicked because he was not at ease and you didn't build enough trust yet for bondage. Ah, and another hint: restricting speech is very sexy, but it's not an advised move with a new submissive. You need a lot of communication to start things right."

"Daaamn... fuck, you're right. It all makes sense! Man, I've been a stupid jerk!"

"Let's not exaggerate. Your heart is in the right place, you just made mistakes. It happens to everyone, this is how you learn. It's very good that you admit them, however."

"Yes, but what about him? I didn't mean to hurt him to learn, what now? What if he doesn't dare to meet a new dominant after this? Because of me?"

The wolf chuckles and rubs his shoulder. "Maria is an aftercare expert. We'll repair your mistake. How about this: both of you need a moment to cool down, so I'm going to offer you a drink. Then you'll talk with Manny so this incident gets a gracious closure, and you can both resume enjoying the party."

"You are an aftercare expert as well."

"I try my best!"

"You've been a dominant for way longer than me, right?" The rabbit tilts his head curiously. "Also, didn't I see you on TV? You're a big CEO or something, right?"

"It's considered rude to ask for our everyday identities here, my dear, many of us need that outlet as an escape from a stressful life. And, here, I'm a submissive. You can call me Fido."

"Oh, sorry. Fido, like a pet dog?"

"Arf!"

"Hihi. Pleased, I'm Rickie. And I could go for a beer."

"Nope, Sir. No alcohol in these kinds of parties."

It feels all weird to be called Sir by the larger, obviously way more experienced and so self-confident male. But it feels nice as well. "Orange juice, then?"

Ricky and Manny stand silently in front of each other, looking at the floor and searching their words, for a long moment, then burst together at the exact same time: "I'm sorry I..."

The rabbit is the first to retry. "I'm sorry I went too far, Manny. I'm a beginner dominant, and I often play with the same friend who is way into... well, never mind, my point is I assumed you'd be the same and you'd react the same. And I failed to read you, and missed your hints. I'm sincerely sorry, I didn't want you to feel bad and... I hope this accident will not stop you from enjoying submission. And that you are well."

The badger nods. "Thank you. I... I'm sorry as well. I'm a newbie too and I know I don't always communicate enough. I mean, I should have told and asked more before we started, and I should have warned you openly when it stopped working. It's not all your fault. I feel a lot better now, thank you for coming to explain. And it will not stop me." He gives a big, genuine, smile, that melts Ricky's worries away for good. "I hope you are well, too."

"Awwww, man. Yes, I'm so much better now! So, no hard feelings!"

"No hard feelings."

After he thanked Fido and Maria, Ricky returns to the party with huge relief. He's still a touch shaky from all the emotions, however, so he decides to take a break from wild adventuring for now. "Alright. I wonder where you're at, Gaby 'fellow'," he muses about aloud.

"Hmmfh..."

When he turns around, he sees a naked lizard wearing nothing but a tight muzzle - including a large cock-gag - and a chastity belt. Both secured by tiny padlocks. Her entire body is covered with humiliating writing in thick markers: crude drawings of dicks across the face, tally marks on the rump, every demeaning nickname you can think of... The rabbit glances a bit, while she bows low. "Hmmmfh." She mimes something flowing from the sides of her head toward her shoulders.

After a brief pondering, the rabbit guesses: the hound's luxurious hairs and ears! "Ah! Yes, Gaby! Gabriel Ulrick Fitzpatrick de Saint-georges, do you know where he is?"

The lizard nods and motions him to follow. She leads him to his two friends.

"Thank you, girl. Oh, and your party outfit is amazing!"

The lizard bows low with a happy muffled moan and goes her merry way as Ricky checks on Pero. The donkey is now hobbled by a short chain, and his wrists are secured together in his back. Several full condoms are tied like pendants at his nipple piercings' chain and Gabriel found the promised bridle with blinders.

"Wow, look who is enjoying the party!"

The dog smiles and gives a playful slap to the equine's bottom. "Our favorite little slut got rid of all his shyness fast, and made many new friends. I'm the one who forced him to have a break, actually, because at that pace I was afraid his ass might end completely destroyed."

"It'd be a shame to ruin such a good ass!"

"Wouldn't it indeed?"

Pero's ears are so red he's probably wondering if they are not on fire, but he has a half exhausted, half dreamy quiet expression and he chuckles with the others. "How about you, Ricky? Was your hunt successful?"

"Eeeerrrr, let's say it was instructive."

Gabriel's expression becomes serious. "Did anything go wrong?"

"Oh, no, no, I'm cool. You were right about this party being safe: they have excellent... I don't know what's the name, but people who help in case of issues. So, I goofed some, but nothing bad and it's repaired now. I'm fine, I just need to take a break, like Pero."

"We call them DM, for Dungeon Monitors. And they have great ones, that's true." Reassured, the dog recovers his smile. "A break for everyone it is, then. How about watching a show? Do you two want to see something wild?"

"And how!"

"Sure, Gaby !"

"Follow me. Pero: small steps, don't trip in your hobble. We'll adjust to your pace. Hop! Onward, boy!"

3 - The Show

The antelope does his best to steady himself and to recover some breath despite the black tape wrapping his head as a makeshift muzzle/blindfold, that is constricting his nostrils. Quietly, the huge smilodon lady circles around, sometimes making the flexible cane whistle sharply in the air: each time the male tenses and gets on the tip of his hooves, his panting getting more oppressed. He's small and nimble, fit but lithe, completely naked. She's about two meters and a half tall and built like a brick wall, with that big cat mix of elegance and thickness, adorning a pink and frilly tunic that would look cute if its immediate context involved fewer oversized fangs and muscles. The cane draws a long arc to lend at full force across his white bottom and add one more deep welt: end of the brief pause, the full-body whipping resumes.

"Hnnnfffeh !" If muffled, the tortured noise is high-pitched and heavy with agony. The clenched fingers as he pulls on the bondage yoke trapping his wrists up and the shiver in his back are no less expressive. The feline allows no more break, hitting again and again at a regular pace, with surgical accuracy and exactly the highest strength that will not split the skin right open. "Heeh ! Heeeh !" He shakes his head frantically and his feet dance around, nearly leaving the two cans he's standing on. With the noose around his neck, he can't move enough to make the cat less accurate. Nor can he afford to close his widely spread legs lest he wants to fall and hang himself.

She knows that and make use of the vulnerability: now that his buttocks are as red and stripped as his back and ribs - she worked here with a less dangerous but mean rubber flogger -, she's focusing on his inner thighs. Sometimes, the flogger gets more use, to keep surprising him, and a random upward stroke licks fiercely at his balls and unsheathed, but softened since a while, penis. It makes his belly tighten and his cries die briefly in pitiful gargles.

He's barely standing anymore, obviously reaching his physical limits, and she shows no sign of even slowing down.

"Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! He'll hang himself! Is it safe?" Standing beside one of the spectators' sofa -- Gabriel said: "no pets on the furniture" --, Pero is watching with a mix of shameful fascination and fright. He's still fully erect, however, although it's in part due to the playful dog slowly and idly stroking him.

"He's safe, my fellow, don't be afraid for him. Eir is intense, but she knows her stuff: look up at the rope, see the red section of it? It's a length of bungee rope, just elastic enough. And the loop is well placed above his throat not to crush it; plus he has no looseness to build up dive. If he falls, he will not break his neck. Also, remember that he has a secret safe sigh to stop the scene if he needs to."

Ricky is also shaken, and torn as he'd love to masturbate but would feel too guilty given the antelope genuine-looking predicament. "Maaan, I can't believe he didn't yet use it!"

"Don't let the delicate physique trick you: Bingo is though as a bag of nails. He'll faint before surrendering."

"Isn't that... terribly unsafe?"

"It would be indeed, if there weren't some funny arrangements planned to get around that issue. You will see soon: I don't think he'll take much more."

Bingo's left foot is at the edge of its can since about one minute. One shake too much makes it slip around and he drops. There's a collective "ooh!" from the audience at the brutality of it and the antelope finishes hung all stretched, hooves desperately brushing the floor without managing to get real support. The can toppled and rolled around, but he doesn't know. Eir observes, intensely. Merciless she delivers one more lash that spurs him into trying to find back his cans: his right foot accidentally kicks the remaining one away and he understands he's doomed.

The feline's massive hand gets a hold on his balls, pull them up and squeeze together firmly. He can't make a noise anymore but his knees jerk. She begins beating up the half-crushed nuts with the handle of her flogger, at the same methodical pace that she used before.

He writhes! He spins helplessly on his rope and tries to kick at her. He arches tetanised in unbearable pain and burns all his remains of oxygen fast in his panicked struggling.

"Rhubarb!" suddenly shouts a female antelope from the crowd as she pops up from her seat.

At this safeword, the smilodon halts what she was doing instantly and grabs the male's horns by a hand to raise him back up. As effortlessly as if he weighted nothing. The noose loosens around his neck and he can inhale, then cough, then pant on the edge of suffocation. The feline is already tugging at the tape: bondage tape that glues itself and not the fur, it goes off in a single pull and he can open his muzzle wide for good, blinking dazzled and face all wet from rivers of tears.

"I'm here, hun! You are safe... you were wonderful!" His girlfriend is trying to find where to caress him without hurting him, and without getting in the way of the cat finishing to free him from the rope, then yoke. She's bottomless and her soaked inner legs, as well as the thick of pheromones "perfume" in the air around her, show how much she savored the show. Soon enough, her lifeless and broken male is placed in her arms. She steadies him the best she can, accidentally clicks horns with him, and curtsies awkwardly despite the load. "Thank you, my Lady."

The smilodon simply nods and slow blinks to her. "Dismiss."

A round of applause follows as the two antelopes leave, one dragging the other with difficulty.

Gabriel explains as he's clapping cheerfully. "This is Rita. They are an open couple, except for the aftercare: she's the only one who can do it for him. And they both like to push him to his limits, so they'll often play this game with an accomplice Domme. Not all their partners have Eir's firepower, however, today was a good one! Anyways, now, he'll spend one or two hours tenderly cuddled while completely lost in subspace, and when he recovered enough they'll go into a room and fuck until tomorrow morning."

"Maaan, this was crazy! Please tell me he's bisexual!"

"Sorry, Ricky. Straight boy, I'm afraid."

"Damn! Does he have a brother?"

"Yes. But he's five years old."

"Daaaamn. Why do girls always get the good ones? Look at this butt, it's a work of art!"

"Agreed! I'd love to redden it again and to tie it with my knot sometimes."

"What? You knotted him in the past?"

"No, I only reddened his nether regions. He's straight. Rita is playful, however, and she's a friend. So one day we mused about the vicious nettles I had in my backyard. I was confident I could make him cry with a good spanking and... vigorous intimate friction with those. She was doubtful. It ended as a bet."

"And how did it go?"

"I told you: he's tough as a bag of nails. I lost good money, but I have zero regrets. It was some fun!" He plays a fingertip into one of his locks with a dreamy expression. "I wonder if I could get a second chance at a bet..."

The blue-eyed white vixen is petite, perky with a bright smile, casually clothed. She doesn't stand out in the crowd and all the eyes in the room are still either on the smilodon or on the two antelopes: people only start noticing her when she walks straight to the feline with a glass of hot milk. "Good evening, pussycat!"

Eir was turned the other way, finishing clearing up her rig and didn't see her coming. What comes next is a huge surprise for the ones not in the know: the big cat turns around, lowers a knee to the floor and bows low enough for her head to be about the other's chest level. Which, given their comparative sizes, requires some deep and humble prostration. "Lady Chimène! I didn't know you were here today, what a pleasant surprise! How have you been?"

"Entertained! Nice show, kitten!" She reaches down to rub at the big, round, ears, soon eliciting some thundering purring. "Your plaything left abruptly, and everyone is too intimidated to come. Even if it was planned, that has to feel a little cold... so I brought you a warm drink."

"Thank you, Lady Chimène. I feel warmer already." The smilodon plucks the glass without moving her head. It looks minuscule in her hand.

"I have a lot of socializing to do, and new faces to check, so I'll be busy for about two hours. Do you have anything planned yet at that time?"

"Nothing yet, no, Lady Chimène."

"Excellent! Now you have: you will reserve a room for us, kitten, for the whole night. The blue one if it's still free. Bring some toys, you know my tastes, and be there kneeling with nothing on but a muzzle for... hmmm..." She checks her watch. "Let's say ten. Use a comfy kneeling pillow because I plan to be fashionably late: I like knowing that you wait at my disposal."

"And I love to wait at your disposal, Lady Chimène. Thank you! See you later, then, and good hunt to you!"

The vixen pats the smilodon's cheek and turns away with a wave. "'laters, pussycat!"

Ricky and Pero are now very curious. They can't help staring rudely with wide eyes when the vixen comes to them. Gabriel raises his glass of tea and bows his head politely. "Good evening, Chichi. How nice that you could come! You add an exciting sense of danger to these parties."

"Grrrr!" she makes with a playful clawing at the air. "Hello, hello, Gaby! What sweets are you bringing today?"

The dog stands up and gives a light tug to the leash he's still holding. "Pero, bow. Low." As the donkey obeys with respectfully flat ears, he continues: "This is my beloved friend and excellent cocksleeve Pero. He's new to the scene and still nervous, but he's finding his marks fast. I'm proud of you, boy! In civilian life, he's a passionate librarian, so he can offer highly stimulating conversation when he's not too intimidated."

"I, uh, pleased to meet you, Miss Chichi." The donkey's eyes are flinching a little due to his pose making the condoms dangle from their chains and tug at his nipples: another new sensation to him for today.

"And that fearsome ruffian in black here is another precious friend, Rickie. A..." He hesitates briefly, which the vixen notes and takes a few conclusions of. "Fresh but promising new dominant. He's otherwise having, I quote, 'a boring ass administrative job that I don't want to talk about'. So, also a man of mystery."

"Ooooh, so dark and mysterious!" She chuckles.

The rabbit nods with a smirk. "Pleased, Chichi."

Gabriel finishes. "And, behold, here is the prestigious Lady Chimène. A respected Domme in lesbian circles, who's also known to be fond of gay boys' tails. So watch your backs, fellows!" Pero looking slightly alarmed, he laughs. "I'm kidding! Don't panic, she only does it consensual; she'll likely flirt a bit with you but won't harass you. She's safe, I vouch for her."

"Oh! Good!" The donkey licks his lips, then: "Please excuse me if it's a personal question, but... you are lesbian and you like gay males, Miss?"

"It puzzles many, but it's really simple! Sexual identity and orientation are a little more complex than two or three checkboxes. To keep it short, I'm romantically strictly lesbian, sexually very female-biased and much more flexible about domination. I also feel closer to queer folks, in general, so I prefer gays over straights. And it's a plus that I know they will not objectify me, not to forget the tasty spice of the forbidden and of orientation play."

Ricky is growing curious at his turn: "And what's in it for a gay male?"

"That depends on the gay male. Some don't want any intimacy with a female, and I respect that. Then, others are reassured by the knowledge I will never want intercourse nor romance, and find me appealing enough when I adorn a strapon. For some submissives, there's excitement in being the second choice, only a plaything that will entertain and excite me for the benefit of my true female lovers. That they will be left aching and needy until, on a whim, I decide that indulging their needs a little will amuse me or help with their training."

Pero swallows and examines the short vixen with newfound respect. "T-that... that's kinda hot, yes." She may not look anywhere near what he imagined a strict Mistress should be, but the more she talks, the more believable she grows in the role.

The vixen, however, is currently after another target: "Your turn, Ricky: tell me, how did you find that you were a dominant?"

"I... errr..." He stops to find his words, and to decide how much he's willing to disclose. Chichi seems nice, friendly, and interesting, he's at ease. Why not tell her? She might teach him a trick or two! "I..." He blushes all pink and words don't come out. He looks at the dog for help. "Can you tell her, Gaby? You're the best of us with stories."

"The whole story? Every detail?"

"Yes, go for it."

"Certainly, my fellow! But then, if it's my words, it'll be my take." He sorts the ideas in his head, way faster than his friend, and then begins. "Ricky is a bit of a control freak. That reassures him. He's less a dominant than a submissive-leaning switch, and I believe the dominant part is mostly a way to indulge by proxy with more control."

The rabbit pouts some, but he neither interrupts nor complains. Gabriel is a good judge of character, so even if this is not the portrait he would have preferred to hear, he wants to listen.

"So, things crystallized for good because of a bear I will not name to preserve the innocent. Nice enough person, mildly kinky, a beautiful, beautiful, sculptural body if you like your males broad. Ricky does: when your hands are so big you can wrap them on half his head, it's a plus to him! The two have a few pleasant onenighters, and one day our bunny gather his courage and asks the bear to dominate him. And the guy is up for it."

"But he's completely unexperienced as a dominant, am I right?" asks the vixen.

"Completely! The closest thing he tried was a bit of spanking and ear tugging. The guy is not _quite_vanilla, but near. He's not intimidated, however! He strips the bunny naked, calls him a few names, ties his hands in his front with his jockstrap and demand that he begs for cock."

"Were you there? That's a vivid story."

"I wasn't, but I got to console both a shaken bunny and an angry bear after the fact. So I got every little detail from both witnesses."

"I see. Please continue, so Ricky is suddenly in a position where he lost all control and experiences some pressure."

"Haha, you're reading between the lines alright. I guess you know the end already, but still: bunny is proud, he wants to cave in but not without a bit of a fight. Bear is proud, he wants to be a 'Real Dom' like he saw in the pornos and won't allow any slack. From there it escalates fast and minutes later, it's no more playful dirty talk but Ricky shouting hurtful homophobic slurs at his face! He throws a temper and kicks the table and chairs. He doesn't lay a finger on the poor bunny, but he gives him an honest scare, and then bolts out of the apartment leaving him naked and tied up. Good thing this was some crude bondage, so after a lot of struggling Ricky gets free. With nasty rope burns. Well, jockstrap burns, which is even less dignified."

"And after that bad experience, you never wanted to submit anymore," concludes Chichi looking at the rabbit.

"Yeah. Sheesh, it makes my spine shiver just to remember about it. I told you he was good with stories."

"There is one detail I do not get, however. Gabriel is a good dominant and he is your friend: why try your first time with and unexperienced vanilla fuck-buddy?"

"Gaby didn't know I was into BDSM yet, and I didn't know he was a Dom. I didn't want to risk losing our friendship by confessing my weird kinks, until that accident: I badly needed some shoulder to cry on, that night, so I spilled the bean. He even went for the bear, which he never knew before, to have a chat and calm things down! So I stopped meeting the guy, but we're not enemies or something, there's no lingering awkward scar."

The vixen draws her hands together and loses herself in her thoughts for a while, tapping two fingertips idly. Eventually, she beams a bright smile and nods with determination. "It's decided! You are very cute, I like you, I like a challenge and I think I could help. I will accept your dick pic, bunny. Make it a good one, with a ruler for scale."

"I... What? Hold on, hold on, you can't give me orders like that!"

"Orders? Oh my! Nonono, I didn't mean to! My apologies, I understand how it could be confused as some rude attempt at being pushy. It was actually a prediction, that's all."

"You... think I will send you a picture of my dick." She nods enthusiastically. "Why would I even do this?"

"For me to prepare a chastity cage the right size, of course."

"A chastity cage..."

She nods again. "For you to surrender control to me, as the first step of your taming as a submissive."

"T-taming, what are you thinking about?"

"I will not tell. You get no control, other than the usual right to withdraw at any time, so you'll discover it when it happens. This is both part of my normal protocol and of your 'therapy'."

He blinks, flabbergasted.

"Again, this is by no mean an order." She pulls a tiny card from her pocket that she places on the sofa beside him. "I'm going to leave you, boys. So, no pressure! I will not run after you nor push: I'm just in your head, now. You have my number, and you know that I can give you that thing you so much desire, you can feel it. You can call anytime you like, all you need to do is to win over your fears for that first step and I'll lead you gently but firmly from there." She shrugs. "Or you can just trash the card and never be bothered by me again. Your choice!" She winks with mischief, waves, then walks away with a bouncy gait. She turns back after a few steps. "Oh! Side view is best, flaccid, and, of course, unsheathed. See you soon!"

A long pensive silence follows her depart.

Gabriel eventually clears his throat. "Ricky my man, I have one good news and one bad one. The bad is that you are doomed. The good is you're not the first it happens to, and that I never saw someone falling into Chichi's claws who regretted it."

"Sheesh, man! I'm so not falling for this! No way!"

"Oh, you will. She said you would, and she's uncannily good at reading people. I hope you'll tell us about your adventures!"

4 - Doubts

On that slow Monday, Ricky is not the most productive employee of his department. He's still daydreaming about the party and, despite his attempts to shake that idea out of his head, pondering about chastity and femdom. How would he feel about getting locked up? And about Chichi adorning a strapon? Honestly, both are quite hot when he pictures them, but he doubts he'd appreciate if, instead of perverse fleeting fantasies, these turned into lasting realities.

Also, is he a control freak? He looks at his desk: everything is neatly lined up, each pen ordered by color, his ruler - side view is best - "Gah !" He grabs the ruler and hides in a cupboard to get rid of the mental image. He disturbed a pencil, that he realigns carefully, and winces. Alright, fine, he is a _neat_freak. But that proves nothing! A claim he has difficulties to believe as much as he'd like as he's sitting at his "boring ass administrative job ". That boring administrative job that he chose, and secretly enjoys, because it's so predictable and controlled. "Maaaaan ! Sheeeesh !"

An old newt's head stretches above the cubicle wall and blinks through thick glasses. "Is there a problem, Johnson?"

"Oh? No, Miss Cleo, it's nothing. Boris just messed up with my spreadsheet again: would it hurt him to keep the Monday column blue number three, like the others, and not blue number four? Right?" At this very moment, the rabbit thinks to himself that this was a very Johnson thing to say. And that anyone named like this is destined to be boring, and probably a control freak.

Cleo readjusts her glasses. "I know your pain! Miss Peters, each time she updates the forms: she'll put titles in bold, and increase the size, and change the font. Instead of using the proper style!"

"No shi... Sorry, daaaaamn! People have no respect for clean documents! Seriously? No style? And it's more clicks too! It's like if she made efforts to do things wrong!"

"Exactly, exactly! No work ethic whatsoever, Johnson!" She shakes her head. "I have to go: meeting at eleven. Keep ut the good work!"

"Have a nice meeting, Miss." He shakes his head, fulminating a bit. "Maaaan." Damn Boris. What was he thinking about already when interrupted? Oh, yes! He pulls Chichi's card out of his pocket. "Alright, you. I may be boring, but I have my life ordered just like I enjoy it. I have good friends and I can blow off some steam with them. I do not need more adventure. So, I'll ask you to get the fuck out of my head. Bye." He reaches for the paper bin and stops his hand at the last second. No. No no no no no, he's not going to have it tentatively close and risk rummaging in the trash later.

Rickie walks to the paper shredder, checks around to be sure there is no witness and considers his decision one last time. Is he sure? Yes! The tiny card is tossed and destroyed, he feels a hint or regret and tons of relief. "Bam, checkmate. You can't catch them all, Chichi."

On his way back to his desk, his phone buzzes in his pocket. It's a text message from Gabriel: "If you are free next Saturday, I'll have something fun to show to you at my house. It's a surprise, but you'll enjoy. Take care!" No mention of Pero: either it's some non-sexy surprise, or it's a dominant thing. Intriguing!

5 - The Bet

Bingo watches the backyard, lost in his memories, holding Rita's hand too tight. His back is stiff and his face stern, she knows these signs: he's nervous. She loves that, and she knows how much he loves that she loves that. She hugs him sideways. "Are you excited, my love?"

He snaps out of it and nods. "Yes." He's not too good with words when he's bracing himself, but he manages a smile. She can read between the lines anyways.

Opening the door, Gabriel finds the two gazelles tenderly leaning one into the other and rubbing horns. "Daaaaaw." Bongo straightens fast and darts his defiant eyes at him, which makes the dog smirk and rub his hands together. "You look in great form, my fellow. Ready to cry, today?"

"Do your worst, mutt. But don't get your hopes too high: I'll take your money again!"

"That's the spirit! Good show!" He bows his head to Rita. "Welcome, and thank you for granting me a rematch. It's very sporty of you."

"My pleasure, Gaby: I have to keep my strong champion challenged so he doesn't lose his edge!"

The hound steps sideways and makes an inviting gesture. "Please make yourself home. I prepared tea, the peppermint one that you like."

"Lovely!" She steps in and her mate wants to follow, but the dog halts him with a raised hand and an expecting, amused, glance. She chuckles. "His home, his rules, my love. Be a good pet."

He snorts and rolls his eyes, for the show. The bulge in his pants tells a different story than his annoyed face, and Gabriel closes the door without a trace of regret.

Alone outside, he sighs and looks around: luckily, the hound's house is in a quiet remote place, in the country, circled by large trees. There's no witness around. He proceeds to strip naked and to fold his clothes beside the door. He doesn't hurry : knowing the two others, they'll let him wait and cook in his expectations for a moment.

The wind is fresh, not that fresh that it'd be uncomfortable but enough to enhance his feeling of nakedness and vulnerability as he parts his legs and places his hands behind his head in the ritual position. He snorts once more to give himself courage: "Bring it on. Mutt."

Eventually, the door opens back. Without breaking his pose, Bingo_glares_ hard... to stop surprised as he faces a cute bunny instead of the expected hound. "Oh, hello. You must be Rickie? Pleased." He smiles and bows.

"Hi, Bingo! Yes. I saw you at the party, being beaten up and hung. It was wild! I didn't have the chance then, but I wanted to say you were impressive!"

He straightens proudly and wriggles his ears. "Ah... hem... Thanks! It was something!"

"Are you ready for more abuse today?"

"You bet: I survived Lady Eir, you guys don't scare me one bit."

A broad smile appears on the rabbit's face. "Aww, no shit! You do it too! Just like Pero!"

"Uh? I do what?"

"The ear motion! When you're bluffing!" Rickie winks. "Okay, follow me in before you get a cold. We'll warm you up some."

Both Gabriel and Rita are worryingly excited and the former prepared a rolling tray table. On it, the anxious antelope can see a few bristle brushes, a box of latex gloves, an empty wine glass, a... milk bottle? And, probably hiding the main curse for suspense, a silver food cloche.

The dog allows him a moment to stare, for effect, then snaps his fingers and points at the wall: "You know the deal, since last time. Assume the position, boy."

Bingo eyes a last time at Rita, who is nodding encouragingly and dragging her chair closer, tail twitching with excitement. The rabbit also goes for a chair with a good view.

Unable to help his ears from flattening, the antelope walks to the designed spot. He bends over and places his forearms parallel on the wall for support, then wriggles to adjust his back until it's mostly parallel with the floor.

Gabriel comes and places one hand over his head and the other above his tail to fine-tune the stress position. "Get your legs wider. Bend your knees a little. Good boy. Now just a bit lower... Lower... aaand there we are! Stay!" He pats the offered butt appraisingly, which earns him an annoyed snort. Rita chuckles at that. "You look beautiful like this, boy! Aaanyway, do you know what are 'Scoville Heat Units'?"

The gazelle swallows and licks his lips. "It rings no bells, Sir. But I figure the 'heat' in it might be a clue?" The right mood is building up fast, "mutt" already turned into a "Sir"!

"Clever boy! Indeed! They are a unit of how bad chili peppers burn. For example, Jalapenos are no higher than eight thousand SHU." The dog pulls out a sheet from his pocket that he waves in the air. "I could list numbers, but it wouldn't tell you much if you never tasted the things. Are you a chili pepper fan, boy?"

"N-not really, Sir. I don't know much. I ate Thai peppers once, I think, and I found them fierce. But my friends told me they were actually relatively mild." He shrugs. "I understand that there are some 'pepper freaks' who want their food harsh. Who am I to judge?"

"Who indeed, you painpig? Let's see," he checks his notes, "Thais are up to one hundred thousand SHU. It's starting to heat some, but there are way worst ones. For example..." He raises the silver cloche to reveal a pile of black and red tubes, and pulls one of them up: "Today, I'm going to introduce you to the 'volcano scorpion', which should earn you some bragging rights among your pepper freak friends with its solid two million SHU! A word of warning first: even if the milk helps a lot, once it's on your skin it will burn for a while. It can't just be stopped at will. Sooo, are you sure you don't want to surrender peacefully while you still can?"

"N-never!"

"Thank you! I hoped you would say that! Let the torture begin, then!"

"You are really going to do this without tying him up?" makes the incredulous rabbit.

"Absolutely. And I'm confident he will hold the pose. I'll give that to the boy: he's enduring and deliciously dedicated."

Gabriel puts a pair of gloves on and peeks under the gazelle. He's rock hard despite, or maybe because of, the fear. The dog squeezes his cock and pumps a few times to finish getting the sheath out of the way and get the first panting and groans of the day. "Tail up, boy." He lets go and guides the masochist's knees narrower to help parting his crack and exposing his anus. "Let's see... I'll begin gently, with the taint."

He takes a brush, opens a tube, and pours a generous amount of bright orange paste all over the bristles. "Oooh, it smells nice. Very fruity." Two fingers catch the dangling balls low in their sac and stretch it slowly, then he frictions the paste on all the exposed skin from them to just below the anus. In firm circles, he makes sure to miss no spot, carefully pulling the balls left and right so he can do the sides as well. Methodical, he takes the time to stop and add fresh paste every now and then. After the first layer, he pours more onto his gloves and massages it more gently with his fingertips: the brushes are scratching a bit and are good to help start the fire, but a lighter touch allows building a thicker layer.

The pain is not immediate. It starts as a gentle warmth, gradually cranks up to an aching burn, then keeps ramping up and up, faster and faster, into delivering the promised agony. "Ghhaaahhh... Ha!" Hooves clenched on the floor and opening and closing his fists, Bingo is wriggling and letting out his first distressed noises. Behind, Rita is muffling noises of her own, rocking in her chair with a hand rubbing her crotch through her pants.

"Is it starting to build up, boy? Be patient, it's been less than a minute and I think it needs about five to reach its full potential. I also promise it will get a lot more interesting when I finish your balls and start the cock and anus! Hang in there!"

"Hhhaaahhh... d-damn you, mutt!"

"What was that?" makes the chuckling hound as he half empties a second tube under the ungulate's balls.

"Hff!" The other stomps his right foot and almost breaks his pose. "N-nothing... hhfff... sorry, Sir..."

"Tail up, boy. And watch that pose, I didn't allow you to straighten up." The antelope's legs are trembling a little, it's hard to tell is it's from the stress position of from the burn. Groaning, he obediently readjusts his posture while the dog finishes his balls. The brush dances on the skin. Gabriel has to give a new downward tug every five seconds or so because the sac keeps tightening and trying to drag the orbs up and away. In addition to the paste's orange, the already coated skin is gaining a fiery-red shade.

Getting rid of a second empty tube, the dog steps back to admire the result, very happy with himself. He leans sideways to be sure there's no tear yet: to his great pleasure, Bindo's face lost all its composure but there's no sign of an early victory threatening his fun. "Alright, that will be enough foreplay!" He gets more pepper paste into his palms and wipe them together to get a nice, even, coating on both gloves. "Do I still have your permission, Rita?"

"Hhmmmf..." She nods and takes a big sip of air before managing to answer: "Only your fingers, and carefully. Yes."

"This goes without saying, my dear. Thank you." He crouches and reaches a wet hand to caress the offered penis while his other pours a circle of orange fire around the clenching ring. "Hmmm..."

"Sweetmercyfulgod! Aaahhfuck!"

The dog chuckles and rolls the other's cock-tip between two fingers, smearing more pain over his urethra's opening. Diluting in the pre, some capsaicin reaches a couple of centimeters inside. "Aw, that's a bit formal, boy! 'Sir' is enough!" His other hand massage the "lube" at his trembling subject's rear entrance and gives a few testing pushes forward.

Bingo rocks his hips and shakes his head, wincing hard and drawing short, shallow, breathes. For a moment, his tormentor is afraid he'll finally cry, but it does not happen.

"Tail up and watch that back, boy. And spread these hooves back where they were when we started." While the poor male obeys with a stifled whine, he turns his head to the rabbit. "Ricky, my fellow? I could use a hand since all mines are taken: would you please put gloves on and assist me with pouring fresh pepper on him?"

"Y-yes!" The rabbit hops from his seat and hurries to the tray.

"Thank you. You'll start by applying a good goop over his cock-head." And he pushes his finger more firmly under the hiked tail. Well coated, the digit penetrates smoothly in and is welcomed by panicked clenches. He pumps it slowly back and forth. "There there, boy. It's just a single finger, relax."

Ricky gets to the antelope's side so he can reach under without being in the hound's way. He pushes the ordered goop right up... and the dog almost immediately pinches it and draws backward, smearing it all over the length to the root. So he repeats. After a few times, there's enough orange "lube" for the dog to sloppily masturbate his victim with a hard squeezing hand.

In the meantime, Bingo is getting finger-fucked at the same pace. "Good work, Ricky. Thank you. Now, please do his anus: I want to add a finger in there, and to rub an even layer all around that ring."

Bingo arches his back and looks pleadingly Rita's way. "You're profiting of this... hhhah! B-bastard!"

"I sure am! And enjoying it a lot, boy. Also, you get one extra finger as a punishment: bastard what?"

"Ghfff... s-sorry! Hah! B-b-bastard, Sir! Sorry!"

"Attaboy, much better." Ricky is now emptying a tube under the white tail, the dog pulls out so some paste reaches the open hole, then pushes two fingers and a lot of the condiment inside. He twists them to coat around, then delivers a few light jabs. "Say, Rita. Your boy seems immune to my best jerking off skills, this is very vexing. Would you show me how it's done?"

She sticks a tongue at him. "You tricky mutt! So, I make him cum, and you hope that in his vulnerable post-climax low you'll get your tear, am I right?"

"This is exactly my evil plan."

"And you believed that I would fall for it?"

"I did. And I still do, because, you know what, Rita? I think you want him to hurt beautifully more than you want my money."

She blinks, ponders, nibbles her lower lip, and stands up. "You tricky mutt! Make room for me!"

"Gloves first, Rita! Hey, Ricky, please take the glass to collect that load, will you?"

Despite the scorching pain, it doesn't take long. Rita knows exactly the grip that makes her mate shudder and, more than anything, being betrayed by her this way is irresistibly sexy to him. Ricky is holding the glass carefully aimed and Gabriel is pulling his tail firmly while repeatedly ramming the promised tree fingers in and slowly forcing him to gape.

The tormented male's breath stop. "Nfs! Gh!" Almost there, yet false alarm. Rita accelerates to allow no chance of resisting and his efforts are shattered. "Haa !" Screaming aloud, he finally blows his load in long, powerful jets in the glass, all his body convulsing with each spurt. Without the tail hold, he would have humped the air.

As the shoots grow weaker, Gabriel grins like a little devil and leans closer to the female. "Don't stop."

Most males are oversensitive right after they came and continuing the "polishing" then will be unbearable to them. That sensation of rawness, however, is nothing compared with the experience mixed with capsaicin burn! Bingo breaks his pose after less than ten seconds. "Mercy! Mercy please yyyh!" She pulls back to force some more rubbing on him, and huge tears roll from his eyes. She finally stops.

The trio takes a break to recover from all that.

The male antelope is barely standing anymore and is still in a world of pain, having the sensation that someone is playing with branding irons on his most delicate bits. "Hfff... m-may... may I please..."

"No, not yet, boy. Posture." Gabriel pats his bottom fondly, waits to be obeyed, and plucks the glass from Rickie. "A nice load," he comments, rolling the white liquid like fine wine. He parts his digits to force the ring wider and slowly pours it inside. "There! Open your hands." He goes to fetch the milk bottle and places it on the broken male's open hands.

"T-thank you, sir!"

"Don't thank me, boy: you're not allowed to use it, I merely am letting you hold it to taunt you." The other whimpers pitifully. "Rita? It is you who made him cry in the end. I forfeit you win again! Good game!" He pulls his gloves off and pats his crotch. "Me and my bunny partner in crime have some brief business to tend after, we'll return shortly. I guess you would enjoy some private time with your mate as well: we'll leave you two undisturbed. Savor his suffering as long as you like, I let you decide when he can break his pose and if he can use his milk."

"Hnf, such a great host and good sport, Gaby. Do... Do you have a towel to protect your chairs?"

"Do not mind about that, my dear. You can mess the entire room up as badly as you please, I'll take care of the cleaning up." He winks and walks to the door, motioning Rickie to follow. "Enjoy yourself!"

Gabriel and Rickie watch the two gazelles walking back to their car. They are still wet: the dog allowed the male to use his shower, the female joined, and they spent a long time in there. Bingo is stern, hands stuffed deep in his pockets and sending angry looking glares back sometimes... but he's still walking too funny to have recovered all his dignity.

They stop before the car and have a brief chat. The female nods and her mate returns, aggressively walking straight to the hound. He stops in front of him and the two stare into each other's eyes for a moment, one quietly, the other fidgeting in his pockets and tail-shaking, searching his words. "That was... It..." He shakes his ears and pulls his hands out, hesitates, then bows and holds down. "Thank you, Sir. It was wonderful."

Gabriel nods and smiles. "The pleasure was shared, boy."

Bingo straightens back and allows himself to smile at him for the first time. There seems to be more to say, however, because he remains here. The dog waits, until: "The... remaining tubes, what will you do with them?"

"I don't have much plans. Would you like to have them?"

He nods silently. There's a new loaded silence. "So... do you think it'll continue? That bet thing, I mean."

"Hmmm, I'm afraid I cornered myself today: the only next move I could take after this would be car battery acid and it's not quite my style to damage delicious goods. So, no, I do not think so." The antelope's ears drop a little. "However, if you two are up for it, I'll be glad to play new games in the future. I enjoy hurting you."

He blushes hard and bows again hurriedly. "Thank you, Sir. Take care." And he runs away, having already forgotten about the tubes.

"Awww, cute."

6 - The Decision

Ricky is sitting in front of his TV without really watching it. Today, he got to see the cute antelope's butt way closer - He even touched a little -, enjoyed the scene a lot, and then went to a nice restaurant with Gabriel: he should be very happy! So why is he so deeply unsatisfied?

He remembers the other male's pose when he opened the door: the same that he stole to use on his badger at the party. The only few things that worked right in that scene, he copied them from the dog. Is he fit to become a good dominant? More worryingly, if he becomes one, will that fulfill him? Because this morning was top notch. Even if he was a mere helper with minor involvement. And yet, all he can think of now is how achingly he wishes he could have been at Bingo's place.

Well, not quite exactly at the same place. The hot sauce thing, that would have been too much. But Gabriel could adjust, you just had to see the difference in how he dealt with shy Pero and with a heavy and experienced masochist. Sexy dog, clever, safe, a great friend and they share many kinks... how comes he never kneeled for him? He knows he'd accept. He knows it'd be great.

Because of the bear accident? No, he's mostly over that. He ponders hard, frowning in concentration. Because he's a control freak, that's what! Gabriel is part of his routine and changing their relation... he stops as he realizes he's lying to himself to avoid facing the truth. No, the routine is easily expendable to get dominated by that hound. The issue is that he's too good and that he knows him too well. The issue is that Ricky is aware that he wouldn't manage to boss him from the bottom. He would lose control.

He looks at his phone and bites his lower lip. All it'd take is a bit of courage to make the first step. And then he'd be led gently but firmly. It's ten pm now, 'tho, not a civil time to call... No! No bad excuses! The dog's still up at this time! Don't think, do it! He reaches a trembling hand and slowly starts the call.

One ring, two rings... how will he ask for this? Despite his desire to do well and honestly, he can't help but searching for an escape way: how to get a chance at somehow controlling things despite his friend knowing him too w... "Hello, my fellow? That's an unusual time for you to call, no trouble, I hope?" Taken by surprise, he is slow to answer. "Hello? Ricky?"

"H-hi again, Gaby. Sorry about this. I..." He draws a long breath and swallows. "I lost Chichi's number. Would you, per chance, know it?" Damnitdamnitdaaaaamnit!

"Oh, you are trying your luck? Wonderful! I'm happy for you! Yes, yes I have it. I'm sending it to you right away! Ah, remember one thing: when you use ice on your pecker, it's safer to wrap it in a towel. Still very cold, but it prevents many risks that would occur with a direct contact."

"Wh-what the hell are you babbling about? Ice? Why would I want to freeze my dick?"

The dog chuckles. "Because she wants you to be soft on the photo."

Rickie looks down between his legs. Truthfully, his friend knows him too well. And truthfully the words won't come out of him yet. Maybe Chichi is the right answer, the only one. A new Domme to start fresh. "Daaaaamn."

"It's going to be alright, boy. You relax, take your time, and enjoy the ride. Remember I'm here night and day if you need to talk. I'm very happy that you try things again."

"Thank you, pal. It... It helps. You rock."

"Her number should be in your emails, now."

"Thank you. Okay, I'm going to hang up, because if I delay and think too much, I might not do this incredibly stupid thing. Bye, Gaby !"

"Take care!"

The rabbit stays still for a while, sorting through his conflicted feelings. Fear, hope, excitement, frustration... "Ooookay. So ruler. And ice and towel. Daaaamn. Well played, Chichi. Well played."

7 - Negotiations

Rickie feels very out of place in the coffee shop. He wears his black "BDSM outfit" again, he decided this was best since Chichi first met him in it, and the room is all pink, cozy and girly. There's a soft music and a nice pastry scent, however, it's a reassuring place. From a corner, the vixen waves to him with a warm smile: she, on the other hand, changed clothes for the comfiest-looking thick sweater, which helped him to miss her.

He blushes and trots to her table.

"H-hello, errr... Lady?"

"Hello, hello, Rickie!" She waves her spoon toward the chair in her front - she was sipping tea and munching on overly colorful cupcakes -. "Sit! We'll see about titles later. For now, formality is unnecessary. Is it your first visit here?"

He flops on his seat, holding his hands together on his lap and very straight despite the casual welcoming. "It... yes."

"Alright, then! Their green tea lemonade with honey is a good starter, and their strawberry cupcakes are a-ma-zing. My treat." She motions a waiter closer and the rabbit orders exactly what she suggested.

"Okay. Listen, I... this is new to me, and there are many things I'm unsure of, and I have many questions... do you mind if we talk?"

She's taking a big bite of her own pasty and shakes her head before answering with her mouth still half full. "Of course not! This is what we're here for, hun! I'm not going to drag you in a backroom or tie you up on your chair today: we will relax, chat, and discuss your limits and the way our relationship will work. _If_we agree about any further relationship happening, that is." She winks. "Go on, ask your questions."

He nods with a lot of relief. "Thank you." He takes a deep breath. "The... the first is not really a question, but I have to tell you, for loyalty. I hope you will not be insulted, it's... it's not that I mean you are not trustworthy or anything!"

She takes a sip of tea as she waits, but he seems to have difficulties continuing. She licks her spoon, then: "Is it about Gabriel waiting for your phone call in a moment?"

His jaw drops. Is she a psychic or what? "How do you know about that?"

"Dear, I know that I'm a safe person and I could skip most of the traditional safety nets without any immediate_issue. But you do not know that. And I will hopefully not be your last dominant: it's one of my responsibilities to teach you the right reflexes, and I insist my new submissives approach me without special privileges due to my reputation." She stops the time to nibble at the side of her cupcake and sighs with satisfaction. "Therefore, I phoned to Gabriel as well to ask him to be your safety contact for today. I was glad to hear you already did so all by yourself! Kudos to you, bunny! Lesson one, I will _never be insulted by you having a sane concern for your safety. In fact, if I was ready to do some of your job on your first visit, as a demonstration to start things up, I'll expect you to work on this on your own and will tolerate no sloppiness in that department."

"Wow, I really appreciate your approach."

"Thanks. So, let's see how instructed you are yet: what were your safety plans?"

He takes a first bite of his cake, that he had completely forgotten, to give himself the time to review the list in his head. "Hmmm!" The thing is delicious! But no time to be distracted, he swallows. "First meeting in a neutral place, that's done. One call to Gaby every half hour today, and every two hours on our first next meetings, and I planned to let him know where I was every time. I'd like a safeword as well, I was thinking, maybe, 'carrot' because it's easy to remember and doesn't risk being said by accident in a BDSM context." He ponders if he forgot nothing. "Discretion is also important to me."

She nods appraisingly. "Not bad, not bad at all! Let's review these together." She counts on her fingers as she examines each point. "Neutral first meeting and absolutely no play then, check. I'll add : a reflexion period of at least one week before anything more, always." He nods and she continues. "Safety calls first, a friend knowing where you are in all cases: granted, naturally, that's also part of the standard pack. Now about the safeword, hmmm... First, 'carrot' will not do, because it does risk being said while playing given certain toys I like to use on bunnies. I also prefer safety signals one can utter gagged, like a tune you can hum : typically, I go with 'happy birthday to you', which is known by everyone and highly recognizable."

"Oh! Clever trick. 'Happy birthday', alright, that works for me."

"And finally, except when gagged, you'll be allowed the safeword only on your first week. You will still have the three rights of halting later, but you will then ask without a code. Codes are reassuring first, which is important as you have to dare using them when needed, but they can get in the way of communication if relied on for too long. Alright?"

"Yes... The three rights of halting?"

"One: 'stop what's happening this instant and debrief' - this is the safeword one - ; Two: 'I need a few minutes/days of pause and reflexion to decide if I want to continue'; Three: 'I'm stopping definitively here, we are no longer submissive and Mistress'. These are unconditional, they can be used at any time. It's a two-way road, so I can be the one deciding a sudden halt as well, although unless you do something very wrong, it's not in my habits to just discard my playthings brutally."

"Ah! I see!"

"Finally, discretion: I want to be able to disclose you at my whim to a few special friends of mines. These, however, will be few, only be people from the scene and that I completely trust. They will be discreet, and beside this so will I; I promise there will be no leaking to the vanilla world from my side. As we are on this topic, I myself am completely open about my lifestyle, so I request no reciprocity on that discretion aspect."

"I'm not sure about this. Will you warn me first?"

She shakes her head. "No warning, no asking for permission. At my whim. This is one of the points that are not open for discussion - I'll detail the others in a moment, as soon as we're finished with the safety - : I do require some level of control for a submissive to hold my interest. If this is not acceptable to you, I perfectly understand and won't try to force you, but this is a sign that we are incompatible partners and we will not continue further."

He nibbles his lower lip and squeezes at his muffin too hard. After a moment, he nods: "Only you and a few special friends. Okay, deal."

"Finally, I'll add the precaution that Gabriel will become your safety keyholder. Two keys in case of an emergency, you are guaranteed that I will not unilaterally decide to refuse to free you, and I am that he will not let you out, no matter how much you beg, as long as there are no emergency nor breaking of our relationship."

The pinkness of a rush of blushing crawls down along the whole length of the rabbit's ears and he narrows his knees when reminded of that topic. "Oh... for the chastity cage, right?"

"Right. This chastity cage." She opens her handbag and pulls out a nondescript craft paper envelopes that she slides his way on the table.

With hesitant fingers, and not without looking around twice and being extra careful not to let anyone see inside, he opens it to see a small metal device. The tube is short and curved down, ending with a slit, it has a thick band to lock it behind the sac and black rubber coats the inside and edges to make it easier on the skin. "Wow... It's... tiny."

"According to your picture, it should be your size. These are worn relatively snug. Slide a finger inside and push where your tip would be." He obeys. "The little points you feel will help punish erection. As you can see, however, they are hidden under the layer of soft rubber: you will not feel them when soft, nor experience any abrasion due to long-term rubbing, and they are not severe enough to inflict any damage. Also notice it's currently closed with no way for you to put it on: I'll mail you one of the keys at the end of your reflexion period, which you will surrender to Gabriel as soon as you are done putting the little bird in its cage."

The rabbit pulls his finger out and closes the envelope with trembling hands. He was starting to relax a little, but this thing is reviving his fear of helplessness and his intimidation. "Is... this one of the points that's open for negotiation?"

She shakes her head with an impish smile and has the same pleased little sigh at his face as she had at the earlier cupcake bite.

"How long do you plan to keep me in this?"

She shrugs. "I didn't decide yet. It will depend on how your training goes, and how fast you get desperate. Way longer than you think you can bear, that's all I can say thus far!"

"Maaaan... Wow... Oookay, I think I'd like to hear about the other points I can't negotiate, now, if you don't mind?"

"It's a good time for it. First, as I explained when we met, you do not get to choose what your training will be nor to discover it before I decided. I promise to ensure your physical and emotional safety as you go, and, of course, your limits will be respected. Second, your body is my playground. I understood that you were gay and we'll soon check what your limits are with female intimacy, but you'll at the very least get naked, pegged and masturbated. Third, for the beginning of your training, you shall submit to nobody else. I don't intend to turn possessive and this one will be lifted soon, but too many cooks in the kitchen just make for a messy breaking phase. We need focus. And last, I will discipline you when I see fit. Again within limits. The rights of halting still apply but the first two ones will only delay things: due punishment is due, and will happen before I continue with you. The only escape is renouncing and not continuing at all."

"Woah... so, I don't get to have my say at all? I can't... you know, make requests, share what I would desire?"

"Oh, on the contrary, hun! Please share and make requests anytime, I'll listen! And I'll use your weaknesses as I decide, which might be 'against' you." She winks. "This sound like a bad trap, but as you came here today, you must have the right mindset to understand: we are going to build a connection. I'm going to help you explore yourself and to break free of many fears and inhibitions. I'm playful, friendly, accepting and you deeply desire to be played with. And, very soon I hope, you'll relish on making me proud and happy. Be open! Communicate, freely! Open your heart and be happy when you give me ammunition and when I pervert or deny your needs to push you further!"

"You'll hear anything, but you get to decide what you give or withdraw."

"Exactly." He needs a moment to digest all that, so she reminds him of his cooling drink and lets him ponder and enjoy his order for a moment. It helps calm him down some and, eventually, he looks back up at her. "Now, limits! Let's start with the sexual ones. What do you gay boy feel about my icky girl bits?"

"I... errr... I'm not... not too comfortable with them."

"As common and expected." She chuckles. "I'm not into being penetrated by males, and it doesn't matter to me how much of your attention I get below the belt. Zero interaction between you and my crotch is fine by me. Is it good for you? You may not even see it if you're not into that."

"Y-yes. I'm not into that, thanks. That'd be perfect."

"What about the boobs?"

"I don't have any strong feelings about them one way or another."

"Butts?"

"Butts... are rather cool, I guess. I don't think I mind that they belong to a lady. I mean, I prefer male butts, they're more exciting to me, but I'm not... female butt adverse."

She chuckles at this and nods. "A butt is a butt, right? Good, a bit more abstract now: what about the idea that a lady is sexually aroused by your body or acts?"

"Uh. Hmmm... Weird. And a little uncomfortable, but I think I can cope with that, if I'm otherwise safe."

"What about you being aroused by a female?"

"Not gonna happen."

"Are you sure? After two weeks of chastity, if I remove your cage and start stroking you, you'll feel nothing at all?"

"Ah... I get your point. Same as above, then: I can cope with that."

"Two ladies going about loudly together beside you, but you can't see?"

"I... wouldn't really care."

"Wonderful! You are pretty open, very few limitations that would get in my ways, yet a touch of cute discomfort: exactly the kind of gay boys I want to get in my snares."

"Thanks... I guess?"

"The sexual orientation is, obviously, one of the big limits I must be careful about with preys like you. Now, for the _other_ones: often, beginners have less of a clear understanding about theirs until they experienced enough activities. So I'm going to send you on a website with a huge checklist of kinks, many you probably don't even know about. That's usually a good way to get a first broad view. I still wish to hear your own take, with your own words. You don't have to stress about being exhaustive, but try to tell me what immediately comes as important to your mind."

"Right. The important ones. Scat and vomit and things like that. Ungh! Not for me. Then... it'd murder my buzz if a Dom wanted me to call him 'Daddy'. But I guess it's not a risk with you. Hmmm, is 'Mommy' a thing for Dommes?"

"For some, but not for me. So, no ageplay."

"I often fantasies about pain, but I'm afraid I couldn't take much of it for real. So... too much pain is a limit." He frowns in concentration. "Wow... wow, you're right. That's silly, I should have considered that more: there's not much popping to my mind. Only, the very usual ones, right?"

"Another very usual one is humiliation. The dream of some submissives, and nightmare of others."

He nibbles his lower lip and his ears flatten. "Ah... That... Mixed feelings?"

"Please elaborate."

"Well, like pain, I dig the idea but am not sure about reality. And, moreover... Gah... Okay, remember the bear story? Well, if you humiliate me, I'm afraid I start insulting you back. Because that's... my defense mechanism, it seems? I guess. That's what happened then, and I'd really rather avoid that with you."

"It will not happen with me, hun. Unlike the bear, I'm warned and ready, and I have experience in de-escalating situations. I'm pleased that you are aware of the mechanism, it'll be less startling to you when you eventually call me names for the first time! It'll happen! And it won't be a big deal: I'll take it, now you know that I understand what's behind and will not judge you too harshly, and you will get a normal punishment that will both allow you to clean up your slate and to learn to improve your self-control."

"So... do... do you plan to humiliate me?"

She nods enthusiastically. "Definitely!"

"Maaaan..."

"Your pants are bulging. You may want to be careful if you do not wish to humiliate yourself here and now on your own, hun."

"Oh fuck! Sorry, damn!"

"Speaking about 'fuck', one last question: so far, have you been more a top or a bottom?"

He's still wriggling on his seat trying to find a way to inconspicuously conceal his erection. "A top. I know it's not a general truth, but I strongly associate being the dominant and being the one who puts it into the others. So since I only have experience as at dominating..."

"And do you use toys on yourself sometimes?"

"Y-yes. I have a plug at home."

"Small one, does the job, since you're not especially looking for a challenge and it's a bother to buy them, you never considered buying a new one. Am I right?"

"Wow. Yes. I should have?"

"Not at all. But now that you're about to be a sexual bottom, some practice will help!" She sips the end of her cup and pulls out her purse to pay. "Finish your cupcake, wasting such beauty would be a crime! I have something to show you in my car truck."

Chichi opens her truck and tugs a plastic briefcase closer to open it. In there, nicely lined on foam, there are seven sizes of canine-shaped, bright red, dildos. Well, six: the largest one is missing, but the shape of its hole in the foam gives a good idea of its dimensions. She points that hole: "The missing one is in my home. It's the one I will peg you with."

The rabbit opens wide, frightened eyes!

"Hihi ! Only when you're ready for it, hun! Don't be afraid, with slow training you'll take it easily. Which is why I'll let you borrow the remaining of the set." She makes a serious face and points a stern finger. "It's a loan, not a gift, and I _like_these. I'm counting on you to take care of them!"

"Y-yes, Lady." He's so intimidated that he uses the title without thinking.

She lets it slide and tugs a corner of the foam up. "You have condoms there, that you'll use to keep them clean. And I gave you a tube of lube. I expect you to refill these before you return my toys." She also pulls out a small piece of paper. "Three websites addresses: the kink checklist I told you about, a tutorial about wearing chastity belts - how to clean yourself with one, what to expect, ... -, and the best resource I know about enemas."

"E-enemas?"

"I'm sure you often saw your friend Gabriel putting various things deep inside the nether regions of a shivering plaything, didn't you?"

"Yes?"

"And usually, these do not get out coated with anything disgusting, am I right?"

"Oh... no."

"Well, you know what butts are for, other than pleasure, so do the math: that little miracle happens because the boys come prepared. Cleaned up inside-out!" She winks. "It's not very hard, and some even find it enjoyable. I expect you to be thoroughly clean every time we meet, am I clear?"

"Yes, Lady."

She points a dildo to show a number engraved at its root, then closes the case and hands it to the rabbit. "You are not allowed to try using them until you are trapped in your chastity cage. From then, you will go at the pace you decide. Each time you'll visit me, you will be wearing the one of your choosing, just be sure you are perfectly at ease with its size. Especially the number six: because on the day you come to me with this one, you'll receive your first pegging."

He clenches hard on the handle. "At... at my pace. I'll do my best not to let you wait for too long."

"Oh, I'm not in a rush. When I say your pace, I mean it: don't hurt yourself because you want to impress me. Ah! However! Until I start pegging you, you'll only get some preliminary training. Which basically implies that the day count until you are freed from the cage only begins then."

He swallows at a sudden realization. "But... but it'll take me days to get ready!"

"I'd rather count a few weeks, if I were you. Your body can take more than you expect, but it needs time to adjust. Be kind to yourself and do not brutalize it, hun! Anyways, I'll send you instructions on when and where your first session will be - or where to return my stuff if you decide not to become my plaything - along with the key I promised you. You are not my only submissive and my weekends are very busy, so I'm thinking more of a weekday, in the evening. When are you usually available?"

"E-every day will be fine... at about eight pm?"

"No, so close after eating would not be optimal. Six and a half is better, and since it'll be a special occasion requiring celebration as well as extended aftercare, I'll invite you to a restaurant after. Do you like Indian food?" He's starting to nod as she checks her watch. "Speaking of the time, Gabriel will soon call the cops on me if you don't make your safety call!"

"Oh! Oh drat! Yes!" He hurriedly grabs from his phone and almost lets it fall.

The vixen gives him a last long, fond, look, closes her truck, and goes to her car with a wagging tail. "See you soon! I can't wait!"

8 - Click!

Pero spies Ricky silently from his side of the sofa, slowly sipping on his beer can. As curious as he is, however, he knows better than to push the rabbit and make it even harder for him to speak.

Eventually, the other breaks the silence. "Thank you for coming, dude. I really appreciate that."

"Anything for my friends. You are always here when I need you, it's the least I can do."

"Okay, so, I asked you to come because I could use the take of an experienced submissive."

Pero blushes hard. "Experienced? Me?"

"No, really, I mean it. Sure, you don't have years of training and are still learning tricks, but you did it for real, man. You made the jump. In that party, for example, you surrendered completely to Gaby. You were at his mercy. That's the stuff! No poser knowing all the things by the books but who was never tied up in their life can tell you you're not experienced. You get me?"

The blush gets worse, but the donkey nods. "I do. Thank you, Ricky."

"So, how did you decide that?"

"I don't know... I didn't decide to be a submissive, I think. It was always in me: I like to help, I feel more useful doing things for the others than for myself. And I like to do what I'm told, it feels safe, simple. And there's that deep satisfaction in making huge efforts and managing to make someone happy. It's about people, I would say: when you do things alone... well, for me, it makes little sense, little value. The world, the things, they don't give back. People, on the other hand... your efforts are never completely lost. It gives results, you see? And some special ones are incredibly good at receiving. So the hard part is not to run into bad ones who will abuse of me. I'm terrible at resisting against orders. I know that it's not that, being a submissive, that I have the right to say 'no' and that I even should stand my ground! But it's hard. I'm working on that."

"Good for you that you found our Gaby, right?"

"Right! So right! I love him so much! Oh! To return to your question, do you remember the party? How I completely panicked and crumbled at the beginning?"

"Yeah. Don't blame yourself, Pero. It was scary, I understand."

"That's my point, exactly! I have the impression you're wondering how I wasn't afraid to make the big jump in submission, how I found the strength. Well, you saw: I was terrified, and I didn't find strength at all. Instead, you two remembered me that you cared for me, you gave me the choice and you made me feel safe. It was not about all the fun I was going to have at the party, then: when Gaby held me and helped me, I wanted to give myself to him so bad, so strong, that it was more than the fear. And when he put the leash on me, it... it erased everything else."

"So, it's like stage fright? It's horrible before, and the moment things begin for real it vanishes?"

Pero nods. "For me, yes. I don't know if it's the same for everyone, but that's how I feel : give up control and woooo, you're all free with no care in the world! And... and once it started, wow, it's... It's indescribable. So very worth it."

"So, you say I should go for it? Being Chichi's slut bunny?"

"Does she make you feel safe? Do you believe she cares? Would you shiver to your core if she told you the words 'good boy'?"

Ricky spends a long moment thinking to all this. He tries to picture himself naked in front of the white vixen, in chastity, and her smiling bright at that sight then giving him these two words. And he shivers, narrowing his knees and holding his hands together.

His friend sees that. "Do it, Rickie. You don't always get that chance once in a life. Don't let it pass by you."

"Wooooah, alright. Alright! I need to think this through quietly. In the meantime, I also wanted help for a more practical matter."

"Yes?"

"She wants me to take enemas when I go see her."

"Ah, yes! It's a common thing, many of us submissive do. I do it for Gaby."

"Cool! Okay, man, it's... so weird! I'm not into toilet stuff and it... it feels gross!"

"Ah, I felt a little like you at the beginning. But it's no big deal, really. It's pretty medical, if you are into that, and if you do it right it's not too uncomfortable. The only embarrassing part is when you expel it but... well you go to the toilet every day once you stop making a big deal of it it becomes mundane. Me, I read while doing it."

"Okay. Any hint or trick I should know about?"

"Do you have the tools?"

"Yes, I ordered them online. Sheesh, I'm so glad I didn't have to go to the pharmacy in person!"

Pero chuckles. "Do you want me to help you try? A... rehearsal?"

"Wow, what?"

"Oh, sorry, sorry! It's weird, I understand. Sorry."

"No, no. I am sorry. Knee jerk reaction, but... Gah! I don't want to fumble with that alone. Your help will make it so much easier. Okay. Rehearsing time. Okay... I'm getting the stuff..." He stops at a sudden realization. "I have to be naked for this, haven't I?"

"At least bottomless is better. Well, I guess you could just lower your pants, but it'd be less comfortable and just as awkward."

"Maaaan. It'll be so weird to be naked while you are clothed. Especially with you, a submissive!"

"You... want me to get naked too?"

"Awww, dude... that's me who is weird to you here."

"No, really. You see me naked on my knees and sucking cock all the time. It's not an issue for me if it helps you."

"Awwww, thanks. It will help." The rabbit takes a big breath. "Okay, can... can you go first?"

Pero gets up and goes to put his beer back in the kitchen. He smiles quietly and proceeds to disrobe, very casually, without making a show of it.

Even when soft, notes the rabbit, he's pretty endowed! And that ass! Gah! Erection! Well, at this point... and as the donkey said it's not like if there weren't precedents. He should just relax and enjoy.

The equine knows his friend's distaste for untidiness and he folds all his clothes impeccably before piling them up on a chair. "Tada ! Your turn."

"Errrr... Pero? I'm really feeling like a jerk, here, and I swear I wasn't planning this. But would you mind if I stripped in my room and came back? I still feel weird about giving you a striptease. Sorry."

"Oh, no problem at all. Whatever makes you comfortable. Then, maybe you can tell me where the supplies are, so I prepare everything for you?"

"You don't mind, you're sure?"

"Oh, Ricky... I love to be called a slut and when my bare ass is spanked. Do you think I'll be vexed because we didn't strip a 'fair' way?"

"You're an angel, Pero."

The naked rabbit is leaning sideways on a cover, on the sofa, one leg half flexed and making a face. The grimace, however, it's more from expecting discomfort than from experiencing much of it. Kneeling beside him, Pero is holding the enema bag up and monitoring things, sometimes gently massaging his abdomen with light fingertips.

"No cramps? I can lower the bag if it helps : the higher it is, the stronger the flow."

"Nfff, no. It's not that bad. As you said, no big deal."

"And yet, that's a big bag! I still say you are too eager to do well and this was silly to start this big, but you're taking this like a pro!"

"I have a pro-nurse. It helps. Ah... oh fuck!"

"What? It hurts?"

"No! But it's going out any second now! Daaaamn !"

"Okay, you reached your limit!" The horse folds the hose and pinch it. "Hold this." He gives it, and then the bag to the rabbit, then helps him up avoiding fast motions or to squeeze his round belly. "To the bathroom you go. Don't try to run."

The bunny tiptoes as fast as he can with his legs all straight and his friend has a hard time not to chuckle from his precious gait. Once he left, Pero puts the TV on at high volume, to prevent further embarrassment in case of lewd noises.

An immensely relieved rabbit returns soon. "Aaaaah, man, it feels good to be done with it."

"Already?"

"Hey, I spent long enou... damnitdamnitdamnit!" And he retreats again with the funny walk.

The donkey calls from behind: "It's normal, Rickie! Give it about five minutes, and a bit of walking. Then only you'll know it's done!"

Ten minutes later, the experiment is finished for good. Rickie sighs and cautiously rubs his belly.

"So, normally, to do well, you do it twice. But you got the gist, no need today. It's strange, but not that horrible, right?"

"I suppose I will get used to it. Well, at least it'll be a lot less intimidating now I know what it's about. Thank you Pero."

The donkey flashes a big, broad, smile. "I'm happy I helped."

"I didn't think about... the organic side before. You know, behind the scenes. The things that classy Doms like Gaby make invisible."

"It's part of the game, yes. There's a bit of logistics like that. And, in general, things can easily get sordid: but if you know your stuff, nothing unavoidable. Unless for the folks who are into the sordid, because I know there are some who want that."

"I think... it's silly, but I feared this more than I had to. It lifted a weight off my chest." He suddenly lean in the sofa, lets his head fall backward and close his eyes, drawing long breaths for a while. Then: "Pero... I'm decided."

"About what?"

"I'm going to put the cage on. Today. Now."

"Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh! For real?"

"Y-yes." This is about the point where the rabbit's penis proudly erects and pops out from its sheath. Its owner peers down in consternation. "Drat. I'm going to need ice."

Pero fidgets with his fingers. "There... There is another way, you know..."

"Like what?"

"I could help. I could suck you, or give you a handjob, and... flop, it usually goes back to rest right after, right? You're not going to be able to do this for a while, so if I were you, I'd enjoy myself a last time instead of freezing my dick."

"Oh. That is a pretty valid point, Pero." This brings a smile back on the rabbit's face.

Pero has one hand on the rabbit's head and one other just above his tail. "Your butt is higher. Still higher. There! You are horizontal!"

Rickie groan and steadies himself. He's bent over in the shower, forearms resting against a wall, toes pushing on inner edge and butt perked toward the outside. And his legs and back are already straining. That Bingo antelope was a damn trouper, he had no idea what he went through! "Hnnnf, fuck!"

"Do you always jerk off like this? It doesn't look comfortable at all," notes the puzzled donkey.

"No talking now, Pero! I won't hold like this for long: shut up and jerk me off, slut!"

"Y-yes, Sir!" He obediently pours some lube into his hand and reaches below the rabbit. The modest member looks tiny in that large palm, but, expert at his craft, the donkey gently pinches with three fingers and pushes his thumb under the length. He starts stroking with wet noises, making sure his index smoothly tickles the very tip on each pumping. "Not too hard?"

"Fuck! Hhhfff... Ha! Hhhff!"

"Take it easy, Rickie, try to enjoy it!" With his free hand, he catches the root of the blue plug buried under the white tail... that shakes madly in response. He gives it rhythmic tugs, short ones that won't dislodge it but make it widen the ring a little. The rabbit is soon on the very tip of his toes, and his legs are trembling a lot. "And don't fall... please," he adds with a worried voice.

"Hah! Hfff... h-horizontal?"

"What? No: your head moved higher. Still higher. There." Pero is curious but he asks no question and keeps up the good work, relentless.

"Oh, Pero! You're good! Hah!"

"Aw... thank you!"

"Don't stop, you dumb mule!"

"Sorry! Sorry!"

Rickie's legs are tensed to their limits. The muscle shaking is not just from ecstasy: he doesn't have Bingo's physical condition. His arms hurt on the hard wall and they keep sliding, which makes holding the posture a challenge. The plug being rocked by someone else is also a new sensation, how it keeps nudging his entrance and getting squeezed back in by his reflex squeezes is driving him crazy. He imagines Chichi in his back, with her huge strapon. "Fuck! Ha! Pero! Ha! You dirty sonofa... gah! Faster! Hah!" Eyes closing, he reaches behind himself blindly and manages to snatch one of his friend's long ears, which he holds on hard and shakes brutally. "Haaah ! Yes! You good-for-nothing cumrag! Ha!"

One eye closed as well and the other wet, his face wincing hard, the equine masturbates as fast as he can when he feels the first throbs in his hand. He tugs on the toy so its thickest part gets stuck in the middle of Ricky's ring and holds it there, keeping that bunny hole wide with something solid to convulsively clench on. At last, the flow of gratuitous insults stops when, nearly suffocating, the lagomorph shoots the load of a lifetime.

Panting, Rickie has a hard time getting back up and he's still flying on the happy cloud of his afterglow. He slowly turns back, and returns to reality seeing Pero holding his hurt ear against his cheek, with unusually reproachful eyes.

"Ow, dude."

"Oh no... I'm so sorry, Pero! I... I lost it, I swear I didn't mean a single word I said."

"I know, dude. I know you're all potty-mouthed when you release your pressure. But ow. The ears, dude. You're a bunny, you should know better. I'm lucky it's not broken."

"I'm so sorry!"

The donkey is terrible at staying mad for too long. This also looked, in a peculiar way, like a genuine display of enjoyment, so he recovers his happy smile. "I forgive you, for this time. Because it's a special one. Now, you must clean and dry yourself up fast: we'll have to do it again if you are not caged before you recover the hardon!"

"R-right!"

"Not that I'd mind that bad. As long as you watch it with the ears."

"Me neither, but if I keep delaying, I'll never do it. Let's go!"

Rickie finally pushes the tiny padlock closed with a snappy click. "Wow, sheesh." He tugs the cage now tucking his member down against his tight sac to check if nothing is pinched.

Pero is observing all this with fascination. "How does it feel?"

"Tight. Emasculating. Doom."

"So, good?"

"I... suppose. Wow." He takes a big breath, looks at the key a hard time, considers if he's certain of his choice, then hands it to the donkey who cradles it respectfully in his palms.

"You are sure?"

"Yes."

"Really, really sure?"

"Yes! You're not helping! Please call him before I change my mind!"

"Yes! Sorry! Right away!" Pero picks up his phone and, too nervous to stay still, walks back and forth while it rings. "H-hello, Gaby! I hope I'm not bothering you, this is a bit urgent, I'm sorry... No, no! Nothing bad! I'm with Rickie and... Yes... Yes, it's that... Yes, I have it... U-understood, I promise. I'm not giving him back, no matter what... Okay... O-okay... Are you sure? I must use these words exactly? ... O-okay... Thank you! Bye!"

It's Rickie's turn to be unable to hold still. "So? What did he say?"

The donkey swallows. "Okay. He said: 'go to the corner, boy, and assume the position; and don't you dare moving a toe until I'm here. I'm coming right away.'"

The rabbit blinks, hesitates, then goes to the nearest corner, places his hands behind his head and parts his legs. His heart is racing so fast he wonders if he's not about to faint. He also belatedly realizes he'd have been wiser if he unplugged himself and put some clothes on before making the call. Serves him well for letting Pero do all the hard work. "Nfff... fuck!"

"What's wrong?"

"The spikes inside. My cock is trying to grow... oh wow..."

"A-are you alright?"

The blush burns his face. Part of him wants to keep his secrets, but the donkey did so much he earned an honest response. "Y-yes. I'm very, very, alright right now. Thank you Pero, you're an angel."

"Aaawww..." There's a silence, then. "I... I know you don't like that, but... may I put my clothes on? Because your neighbors risk seeing me when I'll open to Gaby."

Gabriel carefully stores the key in his purse, gives a last appreciative look to the rabbit, and nods. "The key is now out of your control for good Rickie. You can break the pose. Could you please get some clothes on? It's not that I mind the delicious sight, but it's hard for me to resist abusing of you... and you are some other dominant's property at the moment." He winks. "Maybe in the future, when she'd done with you?"

"Ah... Maybe." Rickie doesn't manage to express his desire. Did the dog guess on his own? Probably. "Gaby?"

"Yes, my fellow?"

"You're the best Dom I know. And my best friend with Pero. I... I hope you're not too mad that I keep picking other ones to kneel to."

The dog has a sincere laugh and walks close. He turns the naked rabbit around and holds his chin lightly up. The rabbit's eyes escape sideways. "In my eyes, boy." They return. "Do I look jealous? Sometimes, being close makes things harder. It's scary to uncover all one's intimate secrets to a friend. Sometimes a less familiar dominant can pry you open better. You don't get to decide of your emotions, and I can't thus hold them against you. I am very happy that you get your chance to submit, boy. This is all what matters. This is no time to be sorry! Be happy, my friend!"

"Y-yes, Sir! T-thank you!"

"Awwww, little bunny..." The dog steps aside and gives the bare white bottom a light slap. "Alright you cute rascal: go get clothes, now! Pero! On your knees. Fellatio."

"Y-yes, Gaby!"

"Ah, Ricky? You do not have to answer me right away, but think about what you'd prefer... - Ah! Goodness gracious! These talented lips... - Nfh, sorry, I was saying: during your predicament, should I take it easy on you and be a supportive friend, or rather be a mean tease and partake in making your desperation agonizing?"

"I... I'd prefer easy and supportive, please. I suspect Chichi will provide all the agony I need."

"Duly noted, my fellow. I'll be gentle, then."

9 - The First Time

Chichi has a small house not too far from the town's center. She sent Rickie a photo with the address, and he had no difficulties finding his way. Frozen before the door like a rabbit paralyzed in the lights of a truck, he muses about deceiving appearances: when fantasizing about being dominated, he always imagined large, stern and intimating males, in dungeon-like settings. The vixen and her grandma-style house are not nearly matching that profile. And yet they both feel as ominous, as almighty, as his kinky daydreams.

He, on the other hand, is adorning his usual bad boy costume, that never felt as fake as today: he's not too grand and manly with the cage tucking his member well packed, helpless and minuscule, and it's hard to walk normally with every motion tenderly massaging the faux fox knot buried under his tail. He's briefly tempted to turn back and run away, but he gathers his courage and rings the bell.

The short wait feels endless. "'coming!" makes a happy voice inside, and soon the door opens. Chichi is wrapped in a long, pink, bathrobe and barefoot. As always, she's energetic and happy. "Welcome, little bunny! Come in, make yourself home!"

"H-hello, Lady." She doesn't object to the title this time, and he enters in the corridor.

She closes the door behind him, locks it, then the extra big padlock, making him feel completely trapped, and finally reaches for the coat hanger. Only then, he notices the plain and worn out leather collars hanging from it. She holds one before his face: "This is one of my guest collars. You shall never put them on, nor remove them, by yourself. When you do not wear them, you are not allowed to touch them under any circumstances." She brushes his flattening ears out of the way to wrap the thing around his neck. "And from the moment I put one on you until the one I remove it, my dear..." She buckles it shut and gives a light yank on the front ring. "You. Are. Mine."

Rickie's throat is suddenly too tight for him to manage any answer, despite the collar's relative looseness. He just blinks at the vixen, to her apparent amusement. She fluffs his head. "There, there! Don't panic, hun. It will be fun!" She then undoes the belt of her bathrobe and rolls her shoulders to negligently let it drop on the floor. The red strapon that was under flops and wags up and down in the air. She wears a translucent silk night-robe, frilly and skimpy lingerie... and the strong strapon belt with its sturdy leather crotch that, as promised, conceals any "icky girl bit ".

"Given your inclinations, I thought you'd submit more naturally to a well endowed dominant." She winks. "Even if I won't use this right away." She points toward her bathrobe crumbled on the floor. "This goes back to the laundry, upstairs. Where I also prepared your clothes for today. Get yourself ready, go make me some tea, then stand beside me and wait silently: you are early and I have work to finish before taking care of you." And on this, she's already walking away. It all was said so quietly and casually, with that warm voice! As if it was the most mundane things that she did every day. Maybe it was?

The rabbit manages to mumble a tiny "Y-yes, Lady" before she's too far and crouches to pick up the discarded clothes. The stairs are on his right, and he climbs them to find the open door of the laundry. A tall floor mirror gives him a last sight of his black Dom gear... and then he spots what's about to replace it. It's very pink, transparent and frilly, and it doesn't make a whole lot of fabric. "Aaawwww, man..." What did he expect? He knew the vixen was into girls...

They are suspended on coat hangers, lined from left to right as if suggesting which order to put them on. In any case, he follows that order. The first is a kind of nylon halter. It has a single buckle in the back, with that hole in the prong he saw on some leather cuffs in the past: looking around, he easily finds the small padlock to secure it closed. Its key is chained to the stand, so he can use it but not take it with him. It also has an unfamiliar feature, some kind of a double, dull ended, hook tied to a strap. From its position, he finds out how it's supposed to go into his nostrils.

He adjusts the thing and checks himself in the mirror. The nose hook makes him want to wriggle his snout and is slightly annoying. Then, at the same time, he always found strong dominating symbols in penetration as a form of violating and claiming: the intrusiveness, the way he can't get rid of this thing anymore... even if it's mild and in a way he wouldn't have considered sexual, it somehow gets to him. He stops himself from staring: Chichi must not wait for too long!

There are three unused hangers next, his hint that his old clothes have to go now? He strips. Soon, he's fully naked safe a cage and bridle, both padlocked, in a foreign house. Things are becoming real. The following items are a garter belt and the matching toeless long socks with elaborate lacework. When he has to bend down to slip them on, the toy penetrating him nudges his prostate, as if deliberately teasing him further. "Fffuck." He fumbles with the delicate attachments... and on a sudden realization checks the odd pieces at the side of his bridle: yes, these have to be attachments to hook a gag! He opens his muzzle: the face restraint allows it but then all straps catch into his muzzle snugly. This makes sense.

Next is a babydoll-style top, only ridiculously short. This one goes on fast and easy. And the last is a long ribbon; he stares at it wondering where it's supposed to go until he spots the small sticker label on its hanger: "Tail (cute bow)."

He finishes, straightens, and looks at his discarded mean black vest... then at his new appearance for today. Truth be told, he's precious and would have wanted to toy with this bunny if he met him in a party. "Awwww, man..." He still can't get over how minuscule his penis looks in his cage, and with the girly gear this is even worse. Speaking of which... he winces: the cage is becoming uncomfortably tight and its spike are reminding him of their presence.

Time to return down.

Back to the corridor, he follows to the room where Chichi went. It's a large living room with a lot of free space. Beside the perfectly normal TV and bookshelf, there's a Saint Andrew's cross on the wall and several anchor rings in the ceiling! The vixen lives in a bloody... casual dungeon? In front of her sofa, he sees a plank with many holes, on top of which stand several coiled rolls of rope and a pair of bondage mitts. There's also a box nearby, surely hiding BDSM toys!

He's going to be tied up for the first time in his life! His ears flatten completely and he holds his hands together nervously as he walks across the room to find his way. On his right, he spots the open room in which the lady is sitting at her cabinet. On his front, the kitchen. Tea. His first duty is tea. He refocuses and trots gingerly there.

It feels odd to explore the closets and cupboards in order to perform his task. She's confidently allowing him in the intimacy of her home, letting him find his marks as a servant. He would never have thought it could be so intense to silently watch water boil.

Soon, the smoking cup is on the vixen's table and the bunny stands beside. At first, he hesitates about his position. Should he assume any ritual one? Should he expose himself or is he allowed to keep his hands on his front to help reassure himself? So far, she didn't even bother looking at him once, and is totally ignoring his presence. After a moment of suspense where he awaits a reaction, he understands how there will not be any. Or anything he's supposed to do other than wait. He's just there, at her disposal, awaiting to be used.

He takes a deep breath, lets his arm fall, straightens... and experience a sudden rush of relaxation. Some submissive friends told him how, when tied up, they felt liberation and a sense of safety from being allowed to be completely passive without any grasp left on their life at that moment. He's not restricted at all yet, and it's already happening.

Chichi is curvy, petite but will full - without excess - shapes and with a luxurious fur adding to the effect. She's writing in English on a laptop, sometimes checking various medical dictionaries, her desk covered with papers in... some script he can't even recognize. And there are many diagrams and tables. She's apparently a scientific translator?

Every now and then, she takes a sip of tea, or picks a pen to circle or underline some mysterious foreign lines. When the scheduled time is reached, there's a soft beep and a pop-up on her screen reminds her: "6:30 pm - Rickie's taming." She stops, stands up, and finally looks at him. "Grrrrr!" she growls playfully. "Ready or not, little bunny, her comes the big, bad, fox!"

The rabbit shivers and shrinks on his spot, way more intimidated by that than he should have been. She takes her sweet time examining him from head to toes and he's soon flinching and narrowing his knees, cock crushed hard into the cage and inner spikes biting him fiercely. A bead of pre grows at the lower edge of the metal slit.

"Very cute," she idly mentions. She reaches a hand under the cage, then uses the other to lightly pinch, roll and nudge his nipples under his top. The nubs of flesh inflate fast and his breath shortens. He's giving her his first muffled moan when the drop falls on her finger. She stops, and paints his nose with the scent of his pheromones. The cage is hardly bearable at this point. Her finger is next wagged before his lips. "Clean it up, hun."

Turning all pink, he draws a shy tongue under the digit to collect the last remains of pre.

She let him do for a moment, then pulls away... and uses his burning left ear like a tissue to get rid of the wetness. "Good boy."

"Hhaah..." His first "good boy," he shivered well. Pero was right. This was the right choice.

She chuckles and nods. "My, my! If I do not hurry, that cage will explode on me under the pressure!" She spins her finger in the air. "Turn around and grab your ankles. Tail up!"

That's a sentence he dreamed of often. The most humiliating part is how eager he discovers he is to comply, abandoning any last traces of dignity. Before he could even process what he's doing, he's turning his back on her, bent, back arched and on his toes, tail hiked. The full presenting.

"Good boy." He moans when she tip taps a pair of claws under the toy. "And today's dildo number is 'one'. Let's see that..." She takes a hold on the toy for good and slowly tugs a couple of times, peeking to see the glistening lube and the clenching ring. Then she gives a longer pull, slowly building up the strength. "Tell me if, at any moment, you feel discomfort." Tentatively slowly, she eases the knot out, observing every detail of the bunny hole's gradual stretching. The rabbit grunts when it plops out entirely but otherwise takes it well. She pulls the remaining of the toy out except the very tip... and start pumping back and forth, all the length safe the more challenging knot. The first couple of strokes are careful, but as he shows no sign of discomfort, the next ones build up pace and dive fast. Soon, the knot is ramming firmly under his tail.

"Nf! Nf! Fuck! Hah!" Rickie wriggles and clenches his fists tight onto his ankles. This is the closest thing he experienced of some genuine fucking. The way it stabs into his prostate and the soft noise are especially great: he'd give anything to be able to touch his cock right now.

"Language, little bunny. Also, move your head: I see a rope of pre about to fall and you'll have to lick it off the floor if you let it reach it." On this, she pushes the knot back in... halts it when it gets pulled in place by the rabbit's clench to already drags it back out, then in again for good.

"Hah! Hah!" He barely manages to strain his neck in time, and receives the dropping pre right into the face.

She gives a last firm push, then drums her claws at the root and retrieves her hand. "You did your homework. I'll expect to be able to do this with every toy you choose to come with. Understood, hun?"

"Y-yes, Lady..." He's breathless, and desperate for more.

"Up! Follow me to the playroom!" And she walks toward her sofa.

She picks a pair of flat cushions that she tosses onto the board: "Kneel and make yourself comfortable. One knee on each of the cushions." He obeys as she uncoils a length of rope, folds it in half, and measures about one foot of it against her forearm. It gets attached to his collar, pulled through a hole of the bench in his front and tugged to force him to prostrate. He ends low on all fours and she uses a knot, at the length she measured, to lock that "leash" in place. The two loose ends are then pulled apart under the bench, and back over through new holes. "Do you remember your safe tune, boy?"

"Y-yes, Lady."

"Perfect!" She picks one of the bondage mitts and plucks his wrist to guide his hand inside. "Close your fist." He does; she gets him well stuck in the bottom, buckles the thing shut, and attaches it to one of the rope's end by its ring. After the same ritual on the other side, he's held with his arms spread in his front, all prostrated. "You can put your elbows down, it'll support you better so you don't strain. Relax your shoulders and neck: the more you resist the rope, the faster it'll drain your stamina. Bondage is more tiering than it looks like, and it always wins in the end."

He wriggles to find a somewhat comfortable position as she places something shiny before his face on the wood. His eyes widen when he recognizes his chastity cage's key. So tentatively close, but now unreachable. He groans pleadingly.

"Soon, hun, soon!" She chuckles and walks behind. His ankles are grabbed, tugged, and he finds out how the cushions make his knees slide easily. She guides them spread very wide, checks that no joint is squeezing directly onto the wood, and grabs more rope. He can't see the process, this time, only feel the nylon looping several times around each ankle, then around the knees, and sideways tugs when she anchors all to the bondage board. "There, you're all stuck. Wriggle carefully to check if nothing is sawing or pinching."

He gives an experimental tug to each of his arms, then tries to close his legs, then shakes a little more firmly. Everything holds securely, without discomfort. He's about to comment on it when a blunt claw wriggles under his sole. "Eeep! N-no!" He struggles for good without managing to escape. His other foot gets the same treatment and he attempts to crawl away or to shake them without success. "No, please! No!"

To his surprise and relief, she stops after only a few seconds. "Ticklish, that's useful. I'm not going to tickle torture you, don't worry, hun. But I found out this was an excellent 'distraction' to prevent a receptive subject's accidental climax!"

He flexes and stretches his toes, wishing he could scratch himself. However short this was, it fully demonstrated his level of helplessness. He's balancing between terror and ecstasy here, living his secret dreams and finding out they may be too intense for him. While he recovers, she comes retrieving the key. He watches her pleadingly before she disappears in his rear a second time. What she just said, sadly, is showering his beginning of hope.

She unlocks the belt and pulls on it. The rabbit moans loud, but the device doesn't come off. She doesn't force. There's a break, something cold is dropped into the slit and his caged member is shaken to help the liquid spread. The second pull, with that extra lubrication, is successful and his member if freed! "Aaah ! Oh please, please!" He erects fully, he missed that feeling so much!

Chichi has a good chuckle at this. "Awwww, poor thing. Pleading already? You don't even know yet what frustration is, little bunny. But I will teach you!" Something is attached to his root and, as a demonstration, she turns the bullet vibrator on at top speed for about one second. The rabbit groans, tries to hump the air, and eventually surrenders back to his bonds as his efforts fail at finding any stimulation. "No clenching on your dildo, or I tickle you and take it away."

"N-no please! Understood, Lady!"

She returns into his front with the remote in her hand, sits onto her sofa, stretches and reclines with a pleased sigh. "Aaaaah, a relaxing pause after a day of work." With a nudge of her thumb, the vibrator restarts at its lowest setting. "I could use a long, eager, foot massage." Her bare paws present themselves before his face, and she wriggles her toes. "Lick, boy."

"F-fuck..."

"Language, hun."

"S-sorry..." He looks up at the feet, and above the faux cock towering over his head, and needs to bite his lower lip to prevent more cursing. Right in his fetishes: the crawling low on all fours, the worshipping of boots or paws as a display of lavish, total, submission. How did she guess? "Hnfff... hhh... hhh..." His pleasure is rising despite the low setting of the vibrator, forcing him to react too noisily to hope to conceal his desire. The vibrator stops. "Ah!" Oh no! He needs that so much he swallows his pride and stretch his neck to place the first shy lick across her pad.

"Better than that, little bunny."

He whines and pushes his nose under her toes in his efforts to flatten his tongue more sloppily.

"There we are, much better." She restarts the vibrator. "Frank touches: I'm ticklish too. No break until I say you can. Don't stretch your neck that much: I'll hold them where you can reach and you're going to do this for a long while." She reaches for the nearby bookshelf, plucks a book, and simply starts reading. Or, at least, she pretends to. As she's good at this game, Rickie will believe he's mostly ignored, but in truth his every reactions are monitored.

It's been twelve minutes, but the rabbit isn't sure if it wasn't hours. His neck is straining badly and his tongue feels raw, his mouth goes dry, but every time he slows downs even a little, a quiet "better than that" spurs him back into work. This discomfort, however, is nothing compared to the frustration. She never cranked the vibrator any higher! Instead, when his pleasure threatens to die, she just pushes into his face, letting him feel her power, smearing the saliva over his lips and nose that are now full parts of the massage. And so, his pleasure rises. Excruciatingly slow. He's dribbling so much pre that the room reeks of his urges.

And when it rises too high, merciless, she turns the toy off for a moment. He whines, but when he tries to beg, he's muffled by playful toes forced into his muzzle and pinching his tongue. But it's not all: she's learning. Gradually, she's discovering all his body's tells and using them to bring him closer from that achingly needed climax, and hold him there longer without risking letting him finish. The stops grow shorter but more frequent. In fact, it's now twenty or thirty seconds of buzzing for five seconds of break on average. Rickie is on the edge of losing his sanity.

Chichi decide he's ripe for an experiment and she closes her book to look down at him. She waits a little, letting him wonder what she's about to do and hope, gives a big, impish, smile... and stops the vibrator. She gives him the time to recover some breath - and for his pleasure to fade down - then, with her sweetest smile: "Beg for it, hun."

It's not like the rabbit to openly beg without a lot of nudging. Today, however, he's at his limits and the miserable pleading flows instantly. "Pleaseplease, Lady Chichi! I beg you, please let me cum! I will do everything! I'm your little slutbunny, please, please!"

"Hihi ! Slutbunny, I like it! Buuuut... no. Not yet. Resume licking, bunny." And she presses both feet into his face, reopening her book and turning the vibrator on again.

Huge tears roll from the side of Rickie's eyes but he resumes licking. Hit right in the fetishes a second time by the exercise, he's back on the edge in less than five seconds.

Another eternity passes, before the book closes again and the smirking, very, very, entertained vixen looks down mischievously. This time, she doesn't stop the vibrator. "Second try, little bunny! Beg!"

"Gfffuck! Hhah !" The rabbit winces, shakes... and explodes: "Let me cum you nasty witch! Bitch! Piece of sh..."

"Stop." She reaches down to tap a light finger on top of his nose and holds it there, locking her serious eyes in his, very firm but without raising her voice. The starting flow of insults is cut immediately and the bunny opens his muzzle in shock at the realization of what he just said. She has a good laugh and wriggles his nosehook. "Boop, pause." She turns the vibrator off, and even in shock, the rabbit shudders and collapses a little. "Say, your bear, when he made you beg for cock, was he stroking you?"

"Hhfff... hh... He... he was having me jerk myself, Lady..." he confesses, puzzled.

"And you have a tendency to get a bit wild, when you're about to cum?"

He remembers two days ago, Pero's scene and how it ended to his poor ear. "Y-yes, much so."

"Very nice! We found your trigger! Belittling plus high sexual stimulation." She pushes the remote's button and presents her feet. "Resume."

"Hhaahhh... But..." He arches and surrenders, burying his muzzle under her paws.

"Sexual energy can be liberating. And, sometimes, the defense mechanisms that do not want you to get liberated will be triggered by it. I by no means claim that I nailed all the details of your issue, that explanation is, of course, a gross simplification, but we have a good track here. Keep that in mind, it'll help you to see it coming and to control it."

"Mff... I'm... Sorry..." he moans breathlessly between two licks.

"No need to be, hun: I deliberately triggered you. Plus, you'll receive your first paddling in a moment: discipline cleans the misdeeds up. It's meant to shed your remorse away." She checks her watch. "Aaaalright, this is going well for a first time. Let's go for half an hour more of edging, then we'll finish with that spanking for today."

"Ahplease! I can't take more, please!"

"Hopopop! Enough begging: each word I hear from now on will earn you five extra lashes. And keep working, little bunny! Better than that! Come on, I know you still have stamina left, I said better! Good boy!"

"Twenty-six! Hhhah !"

The slim paddle lands once more with a snappy wooden noise on the crimson bunny bottom, shaking its left cheek.

"Tw-en... tweenty... seeven..." He trembles, rocking on his toes and holding his ankles tight. His freshly reinstalled cage dangles between his legs.

"Almost there, hun." She hits the right cheek.

"Ahhhfuck!"

"Hihi, that was not a number. This one doesn't count." She slaps the other cheek.

"Ohplease!"

"Not a number either, hihi." Kindly, she hits a little below in the lower back thigh: a sensitive target, but that she didn't "tenderized" much yet.

"Hhh! Eight! Twenty-eight!"

"Goooood boy." She pauses for a few seconds, caresses the hurt bottom, then raises her paddle high. "Twenty-nine, and thirty!" she finishes, with two harsh ones in fast succession for the finale.

The rabbit collapses on all fours crying.

She crouches, catches him in her arms and holds him there caressing his back until he calms down. It isn't too long: Rickie is physically and emotionally drained. He'd curl in a corner on the floor if she allowed him, and won't be demonstrative anymore even if he needs more care. She decides that fresh air will help and that aftercare will work best in a less intimidating place, however. "You did very well, boy. I'm pleased! I know you want to drop and hide in a hole, but stand up. We're going to wipe these messy face and belly, refresh you with an orange juice and return you to your civil clothes. Then, to the restaurant: I promise than, real soon, you're going to feel a lot better."

10 - Recovering

Rickie shifts his weight again from one buttock to the other with a light wince. His burning booty is slowly recovering, however. As he was too amorphous to order his own food, he has no idea what the exotic meal in his plate is. But it tastes delicious! The rabbit is already feeling a lot better and, to his surprise, he's like floating on an incredible afterglow despite his lingering frustration.

Chichi is sitting close enough so he can lean into her for warmth and support, and several other patrons looked at them fondly: they must look like a cute young couple. If they knew! He chuckles.

The vixen doesn't notice it since, incidentally, she was finishing a funny anecdote he didn't follow.

There's a silence as she awaits his reaction. Having none, he blushes; she understands and shakes her head with an amused smirk. His mind is still jumping from one topic to another, which happens again: "When we first met, you asked me how I discovered that I was a dominant."

"I remember, yes."

"Do I get to ask back? I'm very curious, now, but if it's too personal..."

"Not at all, it's only fair. But will you listen this time? I'd hate to waste a good story!"

"Yes! I... I'm back, I think!"

She nods, takes a nibble of her dal, then begins: "Back in school, when I was still a pup, I was way overweight and passionate about all the wrong things for the trends. I was the 'fat nerd girl' nobody liked; these were rough times." She winces at the memories. "Anyways, it filled me up with anger that I didn't know how to control, and one day a boy pushed too much and it burst out: I trashed him up good! I pined him down and punched his face, a lot! Good thing I wasn't strong enough to inflict serious damages, but I was still expelled from school for two weeks and next summer was 'special summer camp' for me."

"Ow."

"I wasn't proud at all, I tell you! Alone with all the scary other 'troubled' children. But there was one in particular who was terrifying; one I really, really, hoped would not notice me. Her name was Mbaba, she was female spotted hyena way too tall for her age, and she had a wild reputation. To keep it short: I was_clearly_ second in rank in the 'exploding and trashing other kids up' category, here. Of course, with my own fresh reputation, she zeroed on me the instant I arrived: I was going to be her bitch this summer."

"Ow! Ow, ow!" Rickie is not so sure anymore if he wants to hear what follows.

But Chichi shakes her head with a dreamy smile and resume with a fond voice. "Oh, no, not 'ow'! Mbaba was a wildfire. She was actually horrible with boys, a genuine mean and violent bully, but with the other girls she could show her tender side. From day one she never meant to harm me, and I don't think she even noticed my weight: she was drawn to a keen, another reject who bit back. She had that big, warm, smile and she could cuddle me for hours... before almost ripping my shoulder from its socket - accidentally - getting carried away in rough sex. Everyone believed she was beating me up... well, technically, it wasn't entirely false! One moment she was that dumb brute and the next she had that delicate attention that showed she understood everything about me and that melted my heart. She sang with a beautiful voice -- but nobody had to know that! Too girly! -- we chatted about everything all night... one evening we stole one of the psychologists' ID and purse and broke out from the camp to go buy porn and booze; I got so sick I swore never to drink again!" She laughs aloud. "She was a horrible influence for me, they said, but she'd do better than the psys at repairing me: with her I'd be allowed to be vulnerable yet safe, and at the same time to feel empowered as a female. I was discovering myself, leaning to trust the others and gaining self-confidence. I'd also soothe her fire some, in return: I guess I was a good stress toy! She was my first lover and my first Mistress and we'd be together for a long time."

"You became mates."

"Not in the traditional sense. Mbaba was too much hyena for a single vixen, but it was alright: I was still coming to terms with being a lesbian, so lack of engagement worked fine for me, she was very honest about things and I wasn't jealous. I even made a few great friends among her other lovers and fuck buddies. It lasted until college: we went to different ones, in different towns, so we got drawn apart. Growing up, she was also becoming more civilized and settled some. We're still excellent friends to this day, but not as close anymore. The college, however, was a good place for an adventuring submissive vixen! I'd meet new Mistresses, try a couple of Masters - but it didn't work for me -, and have so much fun it's a miracle that I still got my diploma!"

"Submissive only? You weren't switching at all?"

"Not yet, no. But it's coming: near the end of college, things started to become dull and repetitive. I pretty much knew all the decent Dommes of my age in town like the back of my palm, and as they were young and inexperienced most were one trick ponies. So, being the stupid egocentric kid I still was, I confidently concluded that I 'exhausted BDSM'. It was done, I knew everything, now." The rabbit chuckles. "And I thought to myself, why not sharing my immense knowledge? There were these cute newby submissives who sought a lead, I felt super self-confident, and doing the same things as Ladies I admired rubbed my ego the right way. I had no real cues yet about my own style, but learned plenty of routines that I could copy to start with. I made my first arms as a Mistress, to find out that I loved it real bad! It was so much better than I expected! I had found my way, and from now on I'd focus on it. I'd lose the itch to submit and would never do it again; not that I'm too good now, but because I know that if I kneeled for someone I'd find myself unable to help trying to lead the show. I'd be that awful brat struggling to top from the bottom. Having been a submissive myself for years was a good school. I understand the 'mistreatments' that I dish onto others, and I have respect. I'm aware of the bravery and effort it takes, I cherish and admire the gift. I happen to love humiliation play, but it's all play: you are not weak because of what you are doing now, and you can be proud, little bunny."

"Wow... thanks."

Finishing his dessert, Rickie can't help to ask. "I... I guess I can't know what will happen next time?"

"You are a bit anxious, because it was so intense and you don't know how much of this you can take. Am I right?"

He's not even surprised anymore to be read like an open book. "Yes."

"For once, I'll make an exception and let you know your future. Beginnings are special, and I don't want you to get the wrong idea. With Gabriel, you are used to a certain style of scenes. We are not playing the same game as him here, it's an extended training with a formative intent rather than one-shots among the experienced. Today could be misleading, because the starting up is always heavy. But we're going for a different pace. More of a slow burner, where ritual and patience take more importance. Do you understand?"

"Yes. I'm... new to this, but... it's exciting. I want to try your way."

"Excellent! So here's what will happen to you twice a week until you reach dildo number six. You will enter in my house at the exact scheduled time, go get your outfit, and await for me at the entrance. I will collar you. You will kneel and respectfully kiss the cock. I will bring you to the main room where I'll check your dildo before tying you up on a chair, gagged, legs spread and feet rose. And then I will edge you. Do you know how long the teasing lasted today?"

"N-no?"

"About forty-five minutes. Starting next time, it'll be two hours. With a few breaks in the middle. No more nice foot licking: I'm deep enough in your mind now not to need that tease. No more slow vibrator: my hands, with careful monitoring direct sight, and the option of tickling when required. Forget the mild little 'close but not quite, pause and repeat' of today: you will truly ride that edge on it's very peak and stay there without any relief."

The rabbit whines and closes his legs. Can it really be worse than today?

"Once I'll be done, a fresh dip in piled ice to shrink you down, and back in chastity you go. I will untie you, spank you if you tried to insult me through your gag, and lead you back to the door. You will kneel, kiss the cock, and thank me very humbly for the training. I will remove the collar and you'll be free to get your clothes and leave. Done!"

"W-wow. I... I'm going to die."

"No, unfortunately for you, you shouldn't get away with it so easily, hun!" She laughs.

"So, that's all: ritual and edging."

"Yes. Further training begins after your pegging, as announced. We are first preparing you to receive it. You are learning helplessness. Patience. Your place. The chastity is building up its magic helping with your pliability and focus on my satisfaction. Simple, basic, warmup. The time between the scenes is at least as potent and important as them." She reaches to stroke his head and pets his ears. "You can do it. You'll see that you are way more enduring than you believe. I have an eye for promising, motivated, slutbunnies."

And the blush is back. He looks down, devastated, torn between wanting more and wanting to escape. "S-so... no more restaurant?"

"It would become mundane if we went every time! But let's say this: when you reach number four, it's your turn to invite me."

11 - Sport

Rickie lets his head drop face first on the table and grabs at his ears with a long groan: "Maaaan... I'm dying here! She's murdering me!"

Pero watches him with concern, holding his glass of beer with both hands. "Maybe you shouldn't put your face here. Bar tables, you know... it's not hygienic."

The rabbit groans but rises with a pouting expression.

Nearby, Gabriel hip bumps the pinball table to get the perfect bounce, sends the ball into a ramp and beats the high score in a chorus of electronic noises and blinking lights. He catches the returning ball with the right flipper and turns his head to the punk rat watching him with amazement: "Would you like to finish my, game, fellow?" The guy is happy to take his place, and the dog returns to his friends. "I hear a lot of whining, but not a single word about you wishing to stop. So I'm going to guess that you are not having any regrets, but are frustrated by something. Are you stuck?"

"Yes! At number three! I still just barely manage to pass the knot in no matter my efforts! Am I too tight? Will I manage to reach six?"

"Rickie my boy, this is normal. Bodies work this way: some people go fast, some people have to go slow, the pace at which you progress can halt into a crawl for a while and resume later. You will manage, be patient and persevere."

"Awww, that's easy for you to say." Despite his crossed arms, the rabbit can't hide some relief. He sill needs to vent aloud, however: "I'm going to lose my mind. I'm dying in need 24/7, now, and it keeps ramping up. Several times I thought to myself that it couldn't get any worse, but then I visit her and... Fuck! It's hard to sleep. I'm only thinking about my cage all day long. I... I'm wearing the dildo at work too, now, to gain more hours of training... I'm gently fucked by that faux fox while dribbling in my briefs, little spikes pricking in my cockhead, as we talk, damn!"

Pero narrows his knees and readjusts his belt trying to conceal some bulging. "This is so hot!" He's given a reproachful frown for this. "Sorry!"

The hound pats the donkey's thigh teasingly, so he can allow himself an amused smirk without Rickie guessing it's about him. "This sounds like a predicament indeed. You do need an outlet, my friend. Something to keep you busy and to blow off some steam. Did you consider sport? It does wonder for me when I'm stressed: nothing beats losing yourself in sane effort! And it's even good for your health as a bonus. If you wish, I could invite you to my squash club and give you a few lessons."

The equine nods. "He's right! It's the same for me with running. You can run with me, if you like."

The rabbit scrunches his nose, he was never much into sport. But, then, maybe it could help? "Mmmmeh... I don't know."

"... minus ten percent if you take the six-month package. But if you are not sure you will stick to it, I suggest you start with one month," explains the buff crocodile, pointing descriptions in the pamphlet. He's honest, notes the rabbit, and isn't just trying to take as much of his money as possible. "Ah, and to help you make your mind, we offer one free day of trial. I see you came outfitted for exercise, if you are up for it I can show you our machines right away and you'll be pumping iron in the next minutes!" With a huge toothy smile, he flexes impressive muscles under his wife beater. "Are you ready to start building yourself a strong body, Rockie?"

"It's Rickie. I... I'm tempted by the free trial, but I'm not sure I wish to aim for the... you know, massive, bodybuilders, body type."

The reptile rolls his shoulders and relaxes his muscles, ending the playful display. "Ah, of course. It's your choice, we offer many options: cardio fitness, yoga on the Wednesdays, ... It's not just huge males lifting weights, we actually have a fair number of petite females! Say what, tell me what is your objective, and I'll guide you toward what is best for you."

"My objective? Like 'losing five pounds', or 'I want to be able to run ten miles'? That kind?"

"You got it, yes. A clear objective is important for motivation. So you know what to do and, more importantly, we can set milestones for you to register your progress. Surely, there's a reason for you to come here, no?"

The bunny blushes all pink. There is a reason indeed, but he's not ready to explain how he'd ultimately love to improve his rectal flexibility! "Ah... I..." The other tilts his head curiously. "F-flexibility, maybe? And... I don't know, can you tell me more about... what's a popular lady exercise, maybe?"

The other blinks, then lets out an understanding "Aaaah !" He turns sideways and shouts aloud toward the back of the sports club: "Hey! Julian! I have a free trial for you!" He returns his face to the rabbit. "Julian will be a better coach for you. He's our specialist for... what you seek." He winks and walks away.

"Oh... Oookay ?"

The tall, slim, peacock walks across the club like a fashion model on her catwalk, sensually rocking his bottom and one hand held up beside his chin as if carrying an invisible purse in an overly precious and exaggerated way. He's adorning an expensive silk scarf on top of his vivid blue - matching his main feather tone - tracksuit. The only part where he fails at being the living cliché of the effeminate gay, and it's probably only due to anatomic constraints, is his pretty nasal voice: "Haaan, you are the free sample, cutie pie?"

"Y-yes... okay, listen, on a second thought I think pumping iron sounds alright. Can I get the other guy back? I mean, he's more the specialist, right?"

"Oh, la la, sugar. Do not be shy! You are safe with me: I'm a pro-fe-ssio-nal! No flirting in the club. Ever. All work, work, work. You are safe!" He pulls out a few forms and a pen, which he nibbles the tip of while examining the rabbit. "So, we need to fill the boring files first. It's the plan, it's important. So, deep breath!" He shakes a hand encouragingly.

"Errr..."

"Deep breath, sugar! Open your chest, like this!" He demonstrates, stretching and opening his wings, then inhaling.

"Oookay." Rickie imitates, with a lot less conviction.

"And breath ouuuut... hhhfffffffffffff... And now you tell Julian about your objective, dear."

"Hff... I... It's... Awww, man..."

"Haaan, closeted bunny! It's alright sweetie, I'll help." Richie tries to answer, but a hand feather is raised before his lips. "No no no! You just nod or shake your head, I'll do all the hard talking. You want to be beautiful. You want to be gracious. You are tired up to try to look tough and to hide, to adorn that... black leather armor of yours that isn't you and that traps you. You want to embrace your inner self at last! Woo-oh! Like a cute phenix! Radiant and solar! Flexible and nimble!"

"F-flexible and nimble sound good..." He nods hesitantly. "You think you could do that?"

"Sugar, I'm a ma-gi-cian." The bird starts filling up the forms, checking boxes and writing lines that the curious rabbit can't see. As he does, he turns around his new patron to sometimes peer down. "Oh la la, my dear. You have potential. You have great potential. But you do not take good care of that body." He shakes his head and smiles. "It's alright! I'll reconcile you two! No lasting damage seems to be done yet. Did you take the six-month package?"

"I... Uh... I didn't yet decide how long I'm going to stay."

"Haaan, you are going to love it here, sugar! Believe me! Come, come, no time to waste!"

"Up, down, up, down, one, two, three, four, flex! Annnnd, once more!"

The rabbit is sweating and panting, hardly keeping up his pace. The two are training on a plastic step each, and the exercise is mostly about getting up and down. The peacock, unlike him, is bouncing graciously and effortlessly, with enough energy so his heavy tail is lashing the air. "Ghfff! Slow down!"

"No no no, dear! -- Three, four, flex! -- If you want hips like Julian's, you have to earn them! -- Once more, you can do this! -- Watch your breath, sugar."

"Fffuck..."

The bird halts instantly and frowns sternly. Another thing the rabbit soon discovered is that his coach has a zero tolerance policy for bad language.

"Awww, man, sorry! Hff, hhhf !"

"What was this? I do not hear." He taps an imperious feather tip to the donation jar for the homeless, that he brought nearby as his patron kept cursing.

"But I have no change left!"

"Then you go to the reception and make some, sugar."

"Daaaamn !"

"Han ! That's not gracious at all!"

"Okay, okay!" Rickie retreats to the reception and soon returns to make one more donation to the poor. "There, better? Do you hear me again?"

"One more for the 'D' world."

"Damn?" The bird squeaks and Rickie hurriedly adds two more coins. "Okay, okay, sorry dude!"

Julian calms down, but he play sighs. "Sugar, you are aware that grace is a general quality, aren't you?"

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, it's not just about the shapes and the flow of your body. No matter our efforts and successes in that area, the magic you're after will shatter if your words do not follow. Do you imagine a glamorous, top-model saying 'okay, dude'? Or 'F-hannnn, D-hannn'!"

The rabbit can't help a chuckle at the way his coach does his own censor beeps, but he has to nod. "Yeah, good point, I guess."

"No, sugar: 'yes, good point'. The 'yeah' is poor articulation, and 'I guess' is one of your personal automatic interjections. It adds nothing."

"I have 'personal interjections'?"

"Lots of them. I'll point them to you as they happen, alright?"

"Woaaah..." The rabbit is stopped by the expectant look of the bird, and needs a moment to think of a polite replacement exclamation. "G-goodness gracious?"

"Haaan, good one! But, oh la la ! Too much pausing! Let's work that flexibility before your muscles cool down too much! I'm a dancer: ballet, tango, salsa. I'll share all my secrets with you, sugar, you'll find out that I can loosen aaaaany muscle of your body!"

"Maaaan... I'm dead... That peacock killed me..." Rickie is back to the bar with his friends. He's not head down to the table, however, today.

"But you look more relaxed," notes Gabriel.

Pero is excited to learn more: "How did it go? What sport did you chose?"

"There's that fitness club close to my house. I thought it'd be convenient, and there are these big guys lifting iron there: eye candy while I sweat, to fuel my motivation."

"Clever!"

"So, I took a free trial that cost me fifty dollars in change, and I worked on... my diction. And he gave me a couple of good advice about dealing with my... sensation of emasculation, at the end. He doesn't know about the chastity but he somehow detected... Errr... I think he believes I'm taking hormones."

"Goodness gracious! That sounds like a weird experience, my friend!"

"Quite. That guy is completely nuts."

"Aw, so you are not going back, I guess?"

"Oh, I do. I took the six months package. He's nuts but... it is very distracting. And he makes good points, I think. And he's a great sports coach. He's a dancer, too, he knows crazy stretching routines!"

Pero perks with wide eyes. "He teaches dance?"

"Oh la la... Oh la la !" Julian fans himself with his hand while walking around Pero, who is all tensed and blushing. The peacock turns his head to a smirking Rickie. "You are spoiling me!" Then back to the donkey. "That chest... these legs... No no no... I can't do much for you my dear, only maintain what you already have. You are beau-ti-ful!"

"Awww... t-thank you! I'm not that..."

"Haaaaan, I'm not hearing that, sugar! No! You say it!"

"I don't know..." mumbles the poor equine, looking down at his hooves.

Rickie nods reassuringly from his corner. "He's right! And also very stubborn. Do as he says or we're on this for all day."

"Big breath, sugar... stand straight, look up, aaaaand 'I am beautiful'."

"I... I am beautiful."

"Haaaan, yes! We are going to do wonderful work together! So, you want to learn how to dance?"

12 - The First Audience

Rickie parked two streets away and he's pacing his walk so he arrives at the exact time. This gives him a moment to think: lately, his black jacket lost its past magic. It's only a disguise for him now, that he doesn't enjoy wearing. Except for his appointments with Chichi: it became part of the ritual, and stripping it off to put on his pink lingerie is still getting him each time! An armor he's hiding in but that traps him, as said Julian on their first meeting... he sees that now.

These last weeks, he's rethinking who he wants to be. The old attempt at emulating the intimidating stereotype of a male from his fantasies is leaving place to someone else. He's not sure who, so far he's just trying to shed all pretenses away and see what remains. Maybe someone less manly: he doesn't want to turn into a girl -- except, again, around the vixen: she could put a dress and makeup on him and he'd love that --, but... yes, maybe more delicate.

He's reaching the door. He takes a breath, rings, and awaits for the usual cheerful "'coming!". It never resonates; instead the door opens on a female, pitch-black, grizzly about twice his size. Taken by surprise, he looks up frozen and silent. She seems amused, and makes way to allow him inside. "Pleased to meet you, slutbunny. Don't let me interrupt your routine, go." She points the stairs with her chin and locks behind him.

"Y-yes... Lady..." Who is she? He hurries upstairs, heart pounding. He had forgotten about this, all at his adventures, but Chichi clearly warned him that she'd expose him to her close ones. The first time he met her, she was flirting with a huge smilodon, later she told how her first love was a huge hyena, the bear is huge: there's a pattern here. A girlfriend? He finishes preparing himself and braces himself before returning down: all the embarrassment and vulnerability that was starting to dull from habits are revived by having an audience.

Chichi is waiting for him in the corridor, a "guest collar" in her hand. The bear is still behind, adorning a broad smirk and holding a cock-gag for her. He nibbles his lower lip to avoid cursing and comes standing in front of the vixen. "Welcome, hun." Friendly as ever but not bothering with any explanation, she collars him.

He knows what's expected next, but it's as hard as on his first day! He peeks at the bear, who winks back at him, then pleadingly at the vixen... then caves in and obediently drops to his knees. Shuddering in humiliation and ears all flat, he leans forward to place a humble kiss on the strapon's tip.

"Daaaw, he's so obedient!" The grizzly negligently tosses the cock-gag to her partner in crime.

"Yes, he's a good boy. He's still in preliminary training, but he's progressing fast." As she praises, Chichi stuffs the rubber cock into Ricky's muzzle and attaches it to his halter. His mouth being held wide, the straps tighten around his face into an efficient muzzle. As always, the pressure on his tongue makes him salivate immediately. He learned that he could not resist and accepts the uncomfortable drooling that comes soon. "Come in, boy!"

The trio enters the living room and Rickie immediately spots hints that the familiar rituals are about to derail: the chair on which he's normally tied up and edged until he's nothing but a sobbing and pleading ball of misery - and then more, a lot more - is missing. A finger snapping brings him back to attention and he bends over, grabs his ankles and presents.

This is the bear who comes behind, observes the toy, and gives its root a few prods with a finger. "Number five. I bet I could make him spill all over his face if I kept doing this!" She continues rocking the knot inside while the rabbit does his best to place his face so it catches all the falling pre and groans pleadingly.

"Probably, yes! It's large enough to put some pressure on his prostate, which must be very full at this point." Chichi laughs. "But I prefer keeping it full. He doesn't need this relief either."

So the other female stops. "I see. Are you not afraid that he has a wet dream? I read somewhere that you can only keep a male caged for so long before it happens."

"He might, yes. Or he may manage to give himself his first prostate milking on his own: I didn't forbid that. I do not really mind. I will not give it to him, but if it happens, it happens."

"Part of the normal process. I see."

Chichi takes the bear's place, careful to allow her a nice view, and grabs at the dildo for the usual brief bout of test fucking. She eases the knot in and out four or five times to closely observe her subject's stretchability. "We are getting near the goal, boy! Keep in mind that wearing the six here means that you must be ready for the seven. Take the time you need, I will not be pleasantly impressed if I can't peg you well."

"Hnnfffmmfff..." Devastated in need and humiliation, the rabbit nods.

"You can stand up. Would you like some tea, Lili?"

Rickie is done being useful as a servant since he cleared up the table, and he's now reduced to the role of a footstool. On all fours in front of the sofa, he's half crushed under Lili's heavy legs, one broad plantigrade foot squishing half of his face, while the vixen rests her petite extremities above his tail. She sometimes gives a playful scritch or two with the toes' claws.

The two females are relaxing, chatting about some weird Norse mythology stories as if they happened to them... it takes the rabbit a long time to understand that they are pen and paper roleplayers. They also share a competitive moment on old video games - where Chichi crushes the bear, despite her repeated suggestions that her friend should stop letting her win -.

Eventually, there is a hole in their chatting. The two look at each other, and the vixen stretches. "I'm growing frisky. You?"

"I was born frisky. I was waiting for you to say this! So... gay boy bullying for foreplay?"

"Hmmm, usually I'd say yes, but I'm not sure today."

"What's the matter?"

"He had a bad BDSM experience with someone who looked like you in the past. I'm not sure if he's ready yet or if this would risk triggering some bad emotional trip."

"Ah! But, if he's ready, it could do him good, on the other hand!"

"True. Are you up for getting insulted? Because that's one of the reactions he risks having."

She has a good laugh at this. "Can I be the one who punishes him after?"

"I didn't yet say we'd do this. And if so: you can punish him after if I decide he can take it well."

"Gotcha. Of course. Emotional safety first. And to play with the slutbunny, I have to accept the risk that you might end up spending the next hours in aftercare, with me locked away in the bathroom out of his sight. Deal, I'm adventurous."

"If it happens, I'll put you naked in the cave's cage so your sad boredom and abandonment are at least sexy. And we'll make wild love later tonight."

"Rrrrrr, oh yes! You know how to make me horny, honey!"

"Move your big feet! Bunny: kneel."

Rickie closes an eye when the gag is pulled out of his muzzle and a huge load of spit runs under his chin. Given what might be about to happen, this is the least of his concern. On his knees, he looks up at the looming bear. Oh, dear! The vixen already looks intimidating from this position, but that monster girl could literally crush his skull in a hand!

Snapping fingers force him to refocus on Chichi. "Stay with me, little bunny! It's alright, calm down. Breathe." He does his best at obeying and looks up into her eyes. "Good boy. Now listen, because it's very important. I'm going to ask you a question. You_do not_ have to say 'yes'. I will not be disappointed if you refuse, it will not be a failure, and you'll get further chances to heal from your past later."

"I won't be angry either," helpfully growls Lili.

"This has to be your choice. Only you can tell if you are ready. If you try, I'll be there monitoring each step, ready to catch you if you fall. It will be impressive, but you will be safe. Finally, you shall also ask for a moment if you need time to make your decision. Am I clear?"

The rabbit swallows, forces himself to unclench his fists and nods. "Y-yes, Lady. Thank you, Lady."

"Good boy. Then..." She leans down, cups his cheek in a hand to guide his face up, and locks her eyes into his. "Slutbunny, we would enjoy making use of you as a sextoy. We're going to make you feel small and humiliated, we're going to sink our fangs right into what I know makes you the most vulnerable... and we're going to enjoy every second of it. Are you ready?"

Rickie has never been so scared in his entire life. Is he ready? Could he shake that old pain off for good? He trusts in the vixen to keep him safe, if things go wrong, they won't go dire and he'll be helped back into safety. Like when his domination went wrong in the party. Then it hits him: this could be his first time being used for more than making tea. The first time he serves, and actively gives back some pleasure to her. The aching desire to give himself rushes in, and it's stronger than the near terror. "I... Hfff, sorry..." He steadies himself, readjusts his posture and swallows. "Yes, please."

The two ladies' following smile is a reward that's worth tons of suffering.

"Haha, it looks minuscule on me!" Wearing nothing but her panties and Chichi's strapon, the bear moves her hips to wag the canine penis left and right.

"Hihi, stop trying to do the helicopter, you silly, and look." She points a thumb up: "This means you can push forward." She opens her palm, horizontal: "This that you're doing fine and are just at the right intensity." She finishes with a thumb down: "And this means you're too far and must slow down."

"Gotcha. And I won't ramp it up too fast. Hey, fucktoy: I'm going to roleplay a bit. Don't be afraid when I growl, I'm not really going to punch or bite. Understood?"

Rickie nods weakly. He's fully naked this time: all the gear is gone, even the cock cage but except the collar. Chichi tied his hands together in his front with one of her panties, going as far as to make a crude job of it. Even if this doesn't look anything like a jockstrap, the familiar feeling is there.

"What's my name, by the way?" asks Lili.

"Y-you are... Kyle, La... Kyle, Sir."

The vixen steps behind out of his sight and dulls the lights. The bear cracks her knuckles and takes a stern expression. From his back, he hears a chanting: "Ready or not, little bunny, here comes the big bad bear!" And he shivers to his core.

13 - The Bear, Take Two

"Kyle" points a finger down. "On your knees, slut, and jerk that cocklet of yours slowly."

The rabbit returns to his knees. He left the position mere seconds ago, but this time is different: he's back being an unsure beginner in front of a new, intimidating, Dom. It's a brand new scene. He reaches trembling hands down.

The bear snarls at him viciously. "You answer when the man speaks to you, fucktoy!"

"Y-yes, Sir! Sorry, Sir!"

He wraps his hands around his member and shivers. It has been weeks he couldn't touch himself! Even in his current situation, it'd take less than a minute... A huge hand grabs a handful of his hairs and forces him to look up. "Don't even fucking think about it. You'd better not dare cumming under my watch: who do you think you are?"

He stops down with regret. "I..."

"I didn't allow you to stop, slut."

He resumes, slower. "I... I'm your fucktoy, Sir."

"Damn right. And do fucktoys get to cum?"

"N-no, Sir. They get to pleasure t-their betters." This Kyle is bigger, meaner, and more menacing than the old one. If his style is just as crude, it's clearly not a mask to cover his own insecurity. That bear is scary and the rabbit offers way less resistance.

"Damn right, slut." The mean face... suddenly looks away behind, then back down and briefly winks. A thumb brushes his cheek gently. He stops sinking into the roleplay and into his fear and his heart pounding recess to a less worrying pace. The hand moves to grab his ears and yanks them backward, the other bear paw gets hold on his throat and lifts him half choked from the floor. "Keep jerking. Get yourself close, so you remember what real males can have and you can't."

"Ghff... y-yes... S-sir... Hhhfff..." He obeys and starts panting hard.

She holds him there, suckles onto her tongue a little, then spits a heavy load of saliva right between his eyes, that rolls all over his face. "Bunnies. Weak, built with handlebars." His ears are yanked once more enough so he groans. "With your short muzzle made to choke on cocks. What do you think nature tells you, boy? What's your place in the food chain?"

"I... Bunnies are... We are playthings made to amuse the stronger ones, Sir... We're sluts to predators like you, Sir!"

She lowers him back, but adds a sideways push that almost makes him fall when releasing, giving him the approximative feel of being dropped without the hit in the knees. "Exactly! Who's your d..." She stops and tilts her head at some signs behind, then corrects fast: "Dominant, slut!"

"You are, Sir! I'm your property! P-please use me as you see fit, I'll be good!"

A moderate sideways kick forces him to release his cock right at the last moment. "Stop. I said no pleasure for you."

He whines and curls, and needs a huge effort to manage placing his hands up in front of his chest in a pleading motion. The faux dick slaps his face, back and forth. "Ffff... Ffffu... Hhhh..." He stops himself right in time: "Thank you, Sir." Helped by his recent training at controlling his words, and by Chichi telling him about his trigger, he felt the explosion coming and managed to prevent it! He blinks!

"Straighten, start humping the air like the dirty little beast you are, and beg for cock, slut."

This is where the scene collapsed the last time. If he manages to control the voice in the back of his head screaming him to fight tooth and nails, he'll enter new territory! He rocks his hips lewdly in the air. His penis is still pulsating from his near orgasm, and he casts pre onto the bear's feet. This is absolutely debasing. "I... P..." He looks up angrily... and feels a light hand caressing his back to remind him he's supported. Tears roll from his eyes and he surrenders: "Please let me suck your cock, Master! I..." He hesitates, out of inspiration.

The bear solves that issue: since his jaw is agape, all it takes is a well-aimed hump to force-feed him a huge mouthful of faux dick. "Ghff. Gack!" He tries to escape but a heavy hand catches the back of his head. "No. Fingers on me, fucktoy. Suck and stroke me well, and you'd better not let me feel any teeth. Work, serve your purpose in life."

Half gagging, he widens his muzzle and wraps his lips around the member. When he stops resisting, he finds out that the hand's pressure relents and that the back of his throat is less challenged. Before things get worse again, he raises his arms up and starts stroking and suckling. It's an inexpert job, sloppy, random. The huge predator still growls loudly and snorts with satisfaction.

"Yes, keep doing... Rrrrrr !" His ears are grabbed again and, out of his control, his head is bobbed back and forth. He's used like a literal fucksleeve! He moans around the monster and nearly gags again: the thing rams almost too far each time, and it barely leaves him the chance to gasp enough air not to suffocate. It never passes the limit, however. "More tongue work, you lazy whore!" Wincing and blinking through the blur of his tears, he guesses a white hand on the black one, guiding it. He laps at the fox cock and accelerates his fingers' motions.

The bear stills her hand suddenly and he feels Chichi's breath in his pulled up ears. "You're doing beautifully, hun. I'm proud. Look at your right." He does and sees her open hand, flat and horizontal. "Thumb up, or thumb down: show me with your eye." He's still gasping for air and can't help pulling hard on the hand that holds him: he needs a few seconds to process the question. The mix of terror and desire flows again: he doesn't want to stop halfway. He looks up a few times. The vixen vanishes.

"Neck straight, fucktoy." A foot pushes on his lower belly, squeezing his cock against it. This is so distracting that he doesn't immediately realize he's pushed away so his knees slide on the floor until he's leaning forward. The bear grabs his head with both hands, wrapping it almost fully, stronger than stockades: helpless, he understands what's coming and squirms in panic. "Swallow."

She pulls him down. Not in a violent jab as he feared but in a controlled, carefully aimed... and completely inexorable descent. The cock comes pushing into his throat and he has no choice but to follow the order and swallow to help it slide. Once the difficult point is passed, she accelerates so the knot comes wedging into his muzzle with a light bump. "Glk!"

She holds him choking there for endless seconds. "Stroke yourself again... Stop." And he's pulled back. He coughs and wheezes and gasps. She's still holding his head and doesn't let him spit the toy's tip out. "Again." And his cry is cut short by the cock stabbing into his face. This time, she pumps his face on the knot a few times as he jerks himself. "Stop." He's pulled out a new time. "Look up."

He's cutely cross-eyed on the toy. Wincing, he forces himself to look up at the stern face. Except it's not stern anymore. Smiling warmly and proudly, the bear nods and winks down. "Staaay..." She slowly releases his face and rests her hands on her hips. "This is your time! Shine!" And the mean brute's mask returns. "Again."

He closes his eyes and shudders expecting to be grabbed and yanked down again. It doesn't happen. He understands what she just said. Shine. Can he, really? He knows the right motion after two demonstrations, the right speed. He inhales sharply, stops thinking, and lets himself sink down until the knot parts his lips. When the toy nearly gags him, he swallows and it penetrates smooth and easy. Deepthroating was both a fantasy and some scary thing he never expected to manage... he's doing it now!

"Pump that knot and jerk off, you lazy slut!" Growls the bear.

Reminded about his duties, he bobs his head and gives the toy some love with his lips and tongue. His pleasure is rising fast and he considers continuing even if that means he has to faint.

This is not his choice to make. "Stop." His whine of frustration can't come out, but he follows the order and pulls out for air, fingers hooked.

"Hffhh... hhh ! Ah please!"

"Shut up. Resume. You know how it works now, repeat it on your own."

Rickie does his best and soon loses himself in it enough to forget it's a roleplay. The bear is playing her part with talent, groaning and gradually panting, giving tiny hip twitches to simulate the member's reactions and grunting a few "Fffuck!" here and there. When he's reaching his limits, she pushes his face away: "Hhff! Cup your hands under your mouth and open wide! Close your fucking eyes or it'll burn!"

She starts jerking off before his face, while motioning toward something with her chin. Chichi gets the hint and trots to the toy box to get her a bottle of lube that she tosses. Using it, "Kyle" can cum all over the rabbit's face, in his muzzle and in his palms, in a thundering growl. She magically recovers her breath almost instantly.

"Clean me up, fucktoy."

Rickie's face is a mess, and he has goey stuff in the mouth. It's tasteless and doesn't smell like cum, but he's too deep in the rush to notice. He swallows, crawls forward on his knees and starts lapping tenderly at the toy. His entire body is trembling from the endorphins flowing in his system and, gradually, an intense feeling of relief and satisfaction swells in his chest. He finished the bear scene, cranked to eleven! And gloriously too! The bad past has been rewritten!

The licking turns more and more loving and eager, until Lili, who's starting to heat up herself, pulls away. "What a slutbunny," she teases fondly. "Hands behind the head." The tone is no longer harsh, she looks at Chichi.

The vixen ponders, observing her plaything. She decides he doesn't need immediate care, but needs to know that it is available: "Good boy. Are you alright? Do you need anything?"

"Y-yes. And no, Lady."

"Good boy. Look up at her: what do polite slutbunnies say after use?"

"T-thank you, Lady." He bows very low... almost falls in fact, and Chichi has to help him back up.

The bear goes back in character, although at low intensity. She goes to pick a fabric bag and encloses the rabbit's head into it. "I'm going to drink a beer, take a shower, and watch TV. You stay, fucktoy. You wait until I decide if I let you go or want to use you again."

"Y-yes, Sir."

"Not on your knees, hun. Sit with your legs wide: you're here for a while," whispers Chichi.

There are noises of clothes being removed and of the sofa being unfolded into a couch.

"Grrrr, I want you so bad, honey!"

"Let me grab your muzzle and choking collar first, hun!"

Rickie listens to some intense and kinky lesbian sex in front of his face while his needy cock twitches in denial. He's not impatient to get back in the cage; this is good because the duo is at it for hours.

"Heeeey, how are you? ... No, she can't come on the phone now: you just missed her, she's showering... Really? ... Aww, nothing bad, I hope? ... Okay... So we're only four players? ... No, and we can't continue behind her back anyway! How about a one-shot? ... Wait a sec, I have an idea: hold on, I'll call you back in a minute."

The bag is abruptly lifted from Rickie's head, who blinks dazzled at the light. Once he manages to see again, he looks up at Lili, wearing only her pants, her fur disbelieved everywhere, a bite mark on her shoulder and a big, satisfied, dumb smile on her face. "Hey, fucktoy: would you like to roll dices with a bunch of nerdy girls tonight?"

Chichi drives, alone in the front of the car: the rabbit deserved some cuddling but it wouldn't be safe to do that while on the wheel, so he's in the back with Lili. Who is taking so much space that it's hard not to be snuggly against her.

"I'm pleasantly impressed. You controlled yourself so well we were able to push you way harder than I expected. It was some fun!"

"Thank you! It's so liberating to be done with my fears and regrets about that time."

"You deserved it, hun. I also noticed some changes, lately: you are more careful with your choice of words, and you are fitter. I can see that you are doing some work on yourself, and that makes you grow even more delicious than you were. Keep up trying hard! Soon, you'll get your long-awaited reward!"

He blushes and can't find his words. A huge bear hand fluffs his ears and saves him: "We're almost there, and the other nerds are not into the scene. How about we stop talking BDSM and enter in our vanilla characters?"

"You are right, hun. Let's do that."

"Vanilla friends?" The rabbit makes a note to watch his tongue. Knowing about Chichi's openness about her lifestyle, he wonders if Lili is closeted or if they're just preserving his own secrets.

"Yep: why do you think you're not in the truck, fucktoy? Hehe."

14 - The Interruption

Gabriel wipes the curvy lock from his right eye and readjusts his suit's collar, then knocks at the door. He salutes the middle-aged lady skunk smiling at him from the bottom of the stairs, and the door opens to Rickie standing very straight with three books perched on top of his skull.

"Well, this is new."

"Hello, Gaby! It's one of Julian's exercises, to help with my posture. Come in!"

Inside, Pero is in his BDSM pony-gear already, walking in circles with his own pile of books on the head. Speaking of gear, the rabbit is lacking his black leather: today he went for tight pants and a mesh shirt. After waving to the donkey, the dog inquires: "Say, fellow, where's your ruffian's gown? Did you change your mind about coming, after all?"

"Oh! No, not at all. I don't want to miss the party! I'm just trying a new look. I know it's... not as..."

"Oh no, on the contrary, it's lovely. When the goods are delicious, the package doesn't need to be spectacular to do them justice. It could even be a distraction. Turn around?"

The rabbit executes a slow spin, smooth enough with his motions not to endanger the balance of his books. "Beautiful."

Pero is removing his own "hat" to come and bow to the dog. "Hi, Gaby!" He plucks Rickie's books off him. "Are you sure, in your state? And you are still forbidden from being dominated by anyone but Chichi, aren't you?"

"I'm sure. My cage will torture me, you are right, but..." He blushes a little, and confesses more, more directly, than he would have a few weeks before: "in a way, being teased like this is a thrill; I'm going to enjoy that party even if I can't do much. Besides, I'm confident that nothing and no-one other than that evil vixen can make me more miserable than I am at the moment."

"Hihi, you don't look miserable at all."

"I'm all devastated in the inside. In a good way!" He winks, then turns back to the hound. "Is it fine if I'm simply a spectator tonight? Is this allowed?"

"It's absolutely fine. There are several patrons who are only voyeurs, and they provide their share of fun by being a great audience for those who like to show off. If you want to keep it light but yet to do a bit of service, however, I might be able to find you a job as a helper: it's interesting too, and you'll get to see the backstage."

"New experiences? I'm in!"

"Then, you two put coats on for the trip: it's cold this evening."

The rhinoceros groans and stomps the floor heavily in his orgasm, giving a last few strong humps.

"Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh!" The equine hooves wriggle in their restraints: one of the corridor's doors has been replaced with a three-piece stockade-like device, that is locked in place when it's closed. His butt is poking of a padded hole at optimal fuckable height, his ankles are trapped besides, and his wrists above.

The pachyderm stops his motions and tries to talk, but he can only shiver and gasp, holding himself at the braided tail and wriggling his left ear, for the next seconds; the time to shoot spurt after spurt of a huge load deep inside the donkey. At last he recovers enough to caress the round buttocks: "Sorry, was I too rough?"

"N-no, Sir... T-thank you, Sir!"

He slowly pulls out, leaving the now well-used hole gaping - and one full condom inside -. As this clears his view to the twitching equine cock, he understands what's "wrong" and smiles. He looks to the side.

Gabriel rises from the wall he was reclining against and stretches up to whisper him something.

He chuckles and nods. "Sure." And he reaches down to catch the needy member.

"Ohmygosh!" Pero squirms frantically in his bonds, but he can't move his hips or rear at all.

The dog crouches to place his half-empty soda glass under as the rhino pumps that member very slow. "Just a little faster, focus on the head..." The huge strong hand follows his hints. "Aaaaand... Stop!" And the rhino lets go immediately with a mischievous expression!

"Ohnonoplease!" Pero's feet pedal in what little room they have to move and his hands open and close, his cock pulsating powerfully on the edge of a climax. There's a moment of suspense as these twitches weaken... and eventually, white starts dribbling weakly into the glass.

Gabriel watches all of it, close, with satisfaction. "An excellently ruined orgasm, my fellow. Good game."

"My pleasure. I'm on my way, if you don't mind: I need a smoke."

"Certainly, have a pleasant party!" Once the other left, the dog picks the glass, stands up, and knocks at the "door ". "Time for a rest, cumdumpster. Too much more shaking in these stocks would be bad on your joints, and you need to rehydrate. I got you a drink. Don't go anywhere: I'm calling the helpers to help free you." He ponders. "And speaking of them..."

Rickie trots in the corridor carrying the bag of dirty sheets on his back. The playrooms produce a lot of these, so several discrete helpers are regularly replacing them. They are also moving toys, especially the largest bondage equipment, where it's needed. This is not the most glamorous job, but the rabbit has fun discovering the hidden parts of the castle and the way its logistics works.

It's odd to alternate between the "carnival of sins," as Gabriel called it once, with its wild shows, and the mundane, quiet, and sometimes dusty, technical rooms. This somewhat kills the magic: unlike what it seemed to him on his first visit, this is not just an out of this world layout full of talented kinksters and with an infinite supply of forever clean rooms and of every BDSM toys one might conceive. He doesn't mind, being curious and fond of organization in general. It adds a new layer of taste, to him, rather than taking anything away.

So far, he distributed drinks, ran around everywhere carrying stuff, followed and observed some dungeon monitors as they explained the rules to newcomers and refused entry to several intoxicated - and sometimes entitled and vindicated - ones, listened and watched after a nervous lady wrapped in a hot blanket in the "emotional safety room", and successfully hunted a lost ring for an elegant old gentleman -- who came here to demonstrate his collection of medieval clysters, so for a while everybody wondered if it didn't end in someone's behind; it was in his coat --.

He feels more and more part of the team and is so motivated to be helpful that he's planning to convince Nutmeg, her "boss" today, to let him do some cleaning up or some other true chore. Speaking of the female squirrel, she catches him as he's unloading his bag at the laundry. "Ah, there you are! I have a special order for you: some patron is waiting for his iced tea!"

"Ah, I'm a waiter again? You know, you've been lovely to me and gave me some of your precious time while you have all that work to do. I appreciate that a lot, and I want to be useful. So, don't spare me because I'm a guest, if you have real chores for me, I want to take my part!"

"Aww, I'll miss you! You're working harder than the paid crew members! If I could, I'd give you a high rating in your internship review. But the patron we are speaking of is Gabriel. I think it's his way to hint that you should take a break from slaving under my iron fist."

"Ah!" He bows. "It was a pleasure slaving under your iron fist, Nutmeg. Iced tea, noted, his Highness shall be served without delay! See you!"

"Have a good time, and thank you for your help!"

Rickie finds his two friends in the main room and, careful not to tilt his tray over, he bows to the hound. He then silently presents the ordered drink, that Gabriel picks up. "Thank you, boy."

Pero is taking his time with his own glass, closing an eye in a funny wince with each tiny sip.

The rabbit tilts his head. "Your cocktail doesn't look great. Do you want a fresh one?"

The donkey turns pleadingly to the dog, who shakes his head: "No, slut: you need to finish your vitamins so you're full of stamina for later. I plan to use you once you have recovered some tightness."

The equine blushes hard, nods, and forces himself to take a bigger sip. Which he holds in his mouth for a moment before finding the strength to hardly swallow.

"Good boy! Anyway, Rickie, I hope Nutmeg wasn't too hard on you?"

"She's very passionate about her work, I admire that. It was fine, I learned a lot! Thank you again, this was a good idea." He drums on his tray ponderously. "It must be weird for her. This is an exotic way to earn your living, when you're a vanilla person."

"She's a volunteer here, not that she needs the money anyways: you just worked under the owner of two thirds of the Clover Dinners' fast food chain."

The rabbit opens wide eyes. "No kidding? Really? She was... so simple!"

"She's playing her role. Like Pero isn't acting here the same way as he does in the outside world. I knew a submissive who was excellent at cooking. He'd spend hours preparing the most amazing meals for special friends and all these rituals and long efforts to please were another expression of the side of his personality wanting to be a sexual plaything. Nutmeg works a little like this: as far as I know, she's pretty tame in bed, she's not a masochist, she doesn't wish to be bound... but under the vanilla facade she's a peculiar kind of service-driven hardcore submissive. Not only does she have her place among us, but with her talents she's an invaluable pillar of our community!"

"Never judge a book by its cover. I'm learning new things every day with y..." He's interrupted by a mouse trotting to the group with a phone. This is doubly strange: first, the mouse is one of the helpers, whom he discovered to be an unobtrusive bunch; second, phones are usually forbidden in the party.

"My apologies. Mr. de Saint-georges, I have an urgent call for you from the owner of the Blue Devil's Bar."

Gabriel accepts the phone, puzzled. "Thank you. If you'll excuse me..." And he raises it at his ear. "Hello? ... It is me, indeed, pleased to... Ah... Goodness gracious! Is he well? ... Deary me! I am truly mortified! Of course I'll see that you are compensated... Yes... I do appreciate this, yes, thank you... Please do, I'm coming as fast as I can... No, it is not necessary to contact Father... Thank you, see you soon." The dog has a huge sigh and return the phone to the helper.

"Shall I call a taxi?"

"Please."

Pero and Rickie are, of course, watching him with worried eyes. He rubs at his hairs and sighs once more. "I think I told you more than once about my brother Cassiel, and how he's... a most festive fellow. Didn't I? Well, - deary me, this is embarrassing - Cassiel is currently drunk and would seem to have started a fist fight with a trucker."

"Wow... Is he well?"

"He's a pretty good boxer. Talent for sports runs in the family's blood. He's not going to stay well, however, if Father ever discovers about this. So I'm going to need to distribute some money to prevent the police from being called, then to drag him home by the scruff and tuck him to bed. My friends, I am truly sorry to spoil the party like this!"

"Don't be silly, Gaby. We understand, it's not your fault. I'll take care of driving Pero home, you don't worry about us. You have enough on your plate already with this!"

Pero nods. "Yes! I'll be good. Go help your brother."

"You are wonderful sports, fellows. Thank you!" Given their faces, he forces himself to smirk. "It's not as bad as it sounds. There were precedents, I know how to handle this." Before leaving, he kisses the donkey on the nose.

14 - The Big Toy

Rickie drove Pero home early, but he's staying for a moment to be sure his friend doesn't "drop" too hard from being abandoned in his submissive vulnerability. Perched on top of the old library, the apartment is minuscule and it doesn't help that it's under the roof with a slanted ceiling, and full of books everywhere.

The rabbit is chatting about random topics to keep his friend's mind busy: "Now, the science is made by many actors with various goals, so often you have tons of data... yet no two numbers are exactly about the same thing. So they can't be directly compared, and if you stick to one point of view, then it's not that much data. Not enough to be statistically reliable. This is when a 'meta-study' is useful: she compiles all the research done, checks that their stats and methodologies are tight, and uses her insane Bayesian probability magic on models, and on the models' unknowns, and on the models of the models' unknowns - this thing goes so meta even I have a hard time to follow - and she squeezes all that into a smaller set of solid, relevant, and comparable numbers. This is pure beauty."

Pero sticks his tongue, recovering his good humor. "And I don't follow at all. I'm a friend of letters more than numbers, remember!"

"Sorry! Well, long story short: Lili is a number witch. It's no wonder that this grizzly is a repented munchkin who was banned for life from three RPG clubs!"

Rickie evoked, without much detail, the bear's talents at other kinds of roleplaying. This topic reminds the donkey about something that has been teasing his curiosity and he fidgets a little. "I've been wanting to ask... You look very happy these days. Are you... you know," he points vaguely toward the rabbit's lower half, "getting close?"

The white ears shiver and turn all pink. After only a brief hesitation, their owner nods: "I'm wearing the dildo number six right now."

"Ohmygosh! I'm so happy for you! You mean that next week is_the_ week?"

He sighs, but his ears don't fall too low: he learned a lot about patience. "I don't think so. The six fits easily, but I must be ready for the seven. So, I'll be prudent and will still wear the five next time I visit Chichi. The week after, hopefully." He crosses his fingers. "I regret not having planned more: I could have ordered a big toy to complete my training set and go faster, but it's too late now, with the delivery delays." He shrugs. "Well, this is a lesson. I'm learning!"

"Awww! Poor you, I'd die of frustration!"

"Hehe, if frustration were lethal, I'd been buried since at least two weeks!" His expression turns mischievous. "How about your frustration? Gabriel did all the foreplay today, I'm sure, and you're left all pent up. Could I maybe give you a hand with that?"

"I... you mean..."

"Yes, I mean what you're thinking."

"You wouldn't mind?"

"Pero, my friend... I'm growing less shy and embarrassed, and now that I stopped focusing only on myself I realize how selfless you are. I owe you a big one. I didn't forget how you helped me with the enema, and my doubts, and how I ended shouting at you and hurting your ear without even bothering to check if you needed something. I'm sorry, and I'd love to repay you for your kindness."

"Awww, it's nothing... You don't have to..."

"It's not nothing, and I want to. I will strip first and you can be the selfish one, for once. If you want to. Does it sound good to you?"

The donkey's shyness is weakened by how needy the earlier ruined orgasm left him. "I... I... yes, please," he mumbles with a minuscule voice. Terrible as he is at selfishness, he has a sudden inspiration: "Do... do you think I would be the right size to... to serve as your missing training toy?"

The mesh shirt is hiding nothing and adds a touch of contrast with its black on the rabbit's white fur that will enhance his nakedness: Rickie decides to leave it on. He stands up in front of Pero and does his best at a sexy hip dance while opening his pants. He's new to stripteases, and the pants flop along his legs a little faster than planned. Luckily, the audience is new to this as well, and is breathing short already.

He turns around, winks over his shoulder and hooks his thumbs under the sides of his briefs. Then, slowly, he bends down and pulls them off with a few nervous tail shakes. His training at grabbing his ankles to present helps and he perks high and gracious to display the thick root of the red toy stuffing him. At this point, the chastity cage's pricks are tormenting him again and it's his turn to have difficulties steadying his breath. He spreads his legs so the donkey can also see his chastity cage.

"Ohmygosh! Ohmygosh, it's so cute! Oh! S-sorry!"

"No, no, it's fine."

"C-can I touch it?"

"Y-yes... Okay..." Rickie straightens and comes closer so Pero can reach careful, warm, hands to very lightly cup the packed balls and the metal tube. He traces a finger over the shiny top. "Hhff... Hah..." And a little of pre dribbles out into his palm.

"I... I need to open my pants!" The button is, indeed, close to its limit and might rip off and fly across the room soon.

"Recline, let me take care of this." The rabbit kneels and, at his turn, gently plays his fingers at the other's crotch. The large equine cock still pops out like a jack in the box, and he's almost hit in the face.

"Sorry!"

"It's alright, Pero." He grabs the root with two hands, one above the other, and aims so he can kiss the flat tip. Then pushes it in, careful to his teeth, and flicks a teasing tongue.

"Ohmygosh!" The donkey clenches his hands hard at his pillow and arches, delivering a mouthful of oily pre.

Rickie freezes, and pulls him out carefully. "Take it easy. No rush. And... and I do not want you to cum in me: I don't want to be... used like this yet, not before Chichi had me first. You understand?"

His friend nods fast. "Y-yes, hfff, sorry. I'll be good."

"I'm trusting in you. Warn me if ever you get too close. And when you had enough teasing, just say it and I'll 'finish' you nicely: it's not about frustrating you." And he seals his lips around the large member to give it a couple of wet suckles.

"U-understood... Ohmygosh... Please, please, go slow..."

Rickie eases it with the tongue work. He quietly bobs up and down, careful to every reaction he can detect. No eager rush here, he takes his time. He pumps his hands once or twice but has to stop soon as well: too efficient for the desired pace.

"Aaahhh... C-can I touch your ears?"

"Hmmmffhhh..." Rickie nods as much as he can while spreading his knees and realigning his back and neck. When the equine hands come resting tenderly on his ears... he lets himself slide down. One swallow and... he almost gags and clenches, but manages to steady himself and to finish engulfing the length.

"Ohmygosh! Freeze! Almost! Hnnf !" Pero clenches on the ears more than he wished to and closes his eyes the time to control himself. This was close! After a moment, he realizes that the rabbit is unable to breathe down there. "Sorry! Sorry! You can pull out!"

His friend does so, without such hurrying, and lets him plop out of his lips. He can't help a cough, but looks up with a smile. "Again?"

The donkey nibbles his lower lip. He wants this bad and he thinks he can hold himself a little longer. But he also wants to help. "Am... Am I the right size?"

Rickie considers that and chuckles. "Yes, pretty much spot on."

"G-get on the bed... Please. On your back."

Pero rocks the knot back and forth watching the pink ring move around its bottom. Beside being careful, his plan was to give himself a chance to calm down, but the display doesn't help. So he builds up the pressure and Rickie moans desperately when it starts parting him for good. "T-too fast?"

"N-no! K-keep going... hhhaah..."

The red bulge pops out and the remaining of the toy follows easily. It looks huge in the small bunny! But it's still smaller than the equine's rock hard member. Rickie is somewhat loosened and he was generous with the lube: that glistening hole is as ready as it could be. "Are you sure?"

"Yes... Please! But don't cum inside!"

"I promise. I... I won't last long, but I'll... give you a couple of slow, deep, pushes. So you see how well you can take it..."

"Oh, Pero, thank you..."

The donkey catches the white ankles and push them up and spread, helping to present his target and to pin the rabbit still. "R-relax..." he mumbles, and he pushes his tip under the trembling tail. He has a hesitation. He doesn't want to abuse of the situation but the rabbit was so nice and willing, and he's so horny, and he might not get a second chance at fulfilling that fantasy. "Would you..."

"Y-yes?"

"I... I'd like..." He looks away and almost renounce. But the rabbit's words about "being selfish for once" give him the courage. "I want... you to jerk me off when I pull out... please. And I'd... like to cum all over your face..."

The rabbit fails at answering because he then leans over him and penetrates, which causes the words to die in a strangled squeak.

Pero is at the limit of his self-restraint. He wants to _ram_that hot rabbit with all his strength and to shout his load inside his warmth. Instead, stern in concentration, he pushes in a controlled way, stopping twice to control himself. He nickers at the light bump when he hilts. "I... can't do it twice... hhff, hfff... be ready..." And he pulls out as carefully.

Rickie is in agonizing need as well but equally determined to follow his word. He bravely ignores his urges to fully dedicate himself to the donkey's ones and wriggles to catch his cock when it slides out. He caresses the now slick pole... and from the groan and throbs that follows understands that it's way too late for any more buildup. He hurriedly aims and pumps fast, one hand focusing on the head and the other providing firmer strokes on the remaining of the length.

Pero is strong and healthy, his ruined orgasm is far away enough, and the tease did its magic: whinnying out in pleasure, he showers the rabbit's face and upper chest with so much sperm that he'll later have to help him walk blindly to the bathroom and spend fifteen minutes cleaning up his face. A lot of "ohmygosh" and "sorry" are uttered, the rabbit chuckles almost as much. In the end, the donkey is jerked off a second time into the sink: a smaller load, less intense but tender.

Curled warmly in his bed, Pero enjoys his favorite book and dreams about being one of the adventurous medfan unicorns. Reality pops his bubble, but not in an unpleasant way: spooned under his larger body, the waking up rabbit just squeezed at his morning wood that is stuck between his legs. He closes his book and smiles down, remembering how he looked yesterday after the heavy facial. He could get used to that. Is this the kind of sensations Gabriel has when making him squirm?

A temptation strikes him by surprise. He nibbles his lower lip and pushes it away. But then... does he have to? Is it bad? Prince Artemis, the best of all the awesome unicorns, would try things, not be shy and regret!

He takes a big breathe, clears his throat, and strokes the rabbit's chest: "Get on your back. Morning exercise, s-slut." And since you can't shake a life of being Pero in one go, he adds a little: "Please?"

15 - The Reward

Thanks to Pero's dedicated help, Rickie is confident he can take the dildo number seven today. He's been dreaming of that moment for weeks! He's also back to day one's nervousness as he goes down the stairs in his now familiar feminized slave outfit: after all, this means that a brand new training will begin. Everything he grew used to will go away and he'll drop in the unknown.

Two changes, however, help prevent a bout of panic: Chichi cured his past inhibitions, and the verbal explosions under which they manifested, for good; and his trust in the vixen grew to a new level. As he comes standing in front of her to receive his collar, he peeks at the torture chair one last time.

It is not here anymore. It was when he arrived. He blinks in surprise and returns his eyes to the vixen who gives him a radiant smile and, instead of reaching for the coat hanger, pulls out a beautiful, thick, black collar. This is not a guest collar! She guessed! Of course she guessed! Like the first time, he has the sensation that his heart is stopping when she buckles it close.

"Good boy. I am very proud of you, you went a long way already. From now on and until the end of your training, you earned the right to call me Mistress."

Tears roll from his eyes, and all he can do is nod unable to answer. He hopes she won't mistake this for sadness!

She shakes her head: "It's alright, hun. You don't need words right now: just stick with the ritual."

He drops to his knees and humbly kisses the tip of her strapon. This too feels completely new now he's about to experience the toy more intimately. He wants this so much! Will she free him from the cage? Oh please!

"Open up." He opens wide for the cock-gag to be stuffed and locked inside his maw. "And we are also going to tie your arms up, today. Put your wrists crossed in your back."

Still kneeling, he obeys. She pulls out some red rope and attaches his wrists loosely. He believes he could slip out of the loop easily, to his surprise. She pulls up so both of his forearms are horizontal, wraps the loose ends over his shoulders, cross in the front and pull back under the arms to tie them into the loop. It makes an elegant cross below his throat and supports his wrists up. Next, she loops several times all around his chest and the middle of his arms, and finishes by tying up the ends in the first loop again. She tugs at his babydoll here and there so no folds are stuck between the rope. "Wriggle."

He performs the testing bout of wriggling and pulling. Everything is relatively loose, but he finds out how he can't escape the wrist loop because the large one prevents him from spreading his arms, and can't escape the large one because the wrist bonds prevent his elbow from moving enough: comfortable but inescapable!

She keeps him there a little longer to enjoy the view of his pleading eyes, then eventually snaps her fingers. "Come in, slutbunny! Good playthings get their well-deserved rewards!" As she leads the way, she adds without turning back: "Do you have objections about me filming this for my personal enjoyment and your future teasing, or about a lovebite that might leave a bruise for a few weeks, hun?"

"Hhhh... N... nnnmfh..." He makes, shaking his head.

She finishes aiming the camera on its tripod, so it has a nice sight of his facial expression but is still sideways enough not to miss what's going on behind. He's bent over the sofa's arm, head resting onto a comfortable pillow and legs spread wide. The number six dildos was removed, so he regained some tightness during the setup. She drew circles around his toes on the floor, using chalk, and placed a plate under his cage - which she doesn't seem to intend to touch -. "There we are! Alright, boy! reward does not mean that discipline is over: if your feet move out of their circle, you'll earn yourself twenty spanks; on each further breaking of your pose, it'll be five more."

She opens her toy box and takes a moment choosing between a few sizes of egg vibrators, grabs a bottle of lube, and walks behind him. "Tail up!" Cold liquid is squirted under his tail, and a finger is pushed and rocked a few times inside him. "Hhhnf! Hhfff!"

She chuckles and pull out. "Yes, yes, hun. Almost there, be patient: I'm going to put that egg in myself, so I enjoy this to its fullest. Back in a sec!" And she disappears to her kitchen. She isn't there for too long, and her head stretches sideways at the door a few times to check he's well. She walks to his back, for good.

"On your toes. Arch pretty. Tail up." Two light hands come to fondle his bottom and drag blunt claws in the fur. The tip of the strapon is pushed under his taint and gets squeezed in his crack, she rocks it up and down as she relocates her hands to get a firm hold on to the folds of his thighs. "Beg for it, slutbunny," she teases, while aiming a few light nudge at his ring.

"Hhnh! Heeaahsh !" Rickie doesn't need to roleplay: she'll leave the cage on! This is so unbearably sexy, exactly his best fantasy... but absolutely maddening when experienced for real. He'd do anything at all for a stroke of her hands down there! The worst is that it is not enough to spoil his pleasure, and that the extra tease and humiliation of this realization crank the agonizing need further. He begs and whines around his gag, drooling copiously, without a trace of dignity.

"Hmmm..." She clenches on her egg and sighs. With a tilt of her hips, she parts him open. She tantalizingly moves the very tip back and forth a mere pair of centimeters, both to frustrate him further and to feel his ring's reaction. She decides it's ready for a bit of roughness and, without warning, she pulls on her hands firmly and leans her weight forward.

With a gasp, the bunny is rammed open, the oversize fox cock stabbing in a single jab until the knot slaps his entrance. She pulls back and resumes right away, finishing making his knees tremble. "Feet," she commands, before they slip out of their circles for good. The proper fucking begins, building up in intensity and roughness as his body surrenders.

His prostate is taking a savage beating, and the knot has not been used yet! He's breathless, grunting out each time she trusts in brutally. "Twenty," she makes, and he hurriedly spreads his legs back. Despite the intensity, her voice was as gentle as ever. It's more breathy, edgier, however, and it dawns him that the vixen's pleasure is rising. He never imagined he could long for the pleasure of a female, but she has his mind good: he dribbles pre into the plate and his animal noises gain a higher pitch.

"Twenty-five." He adjusts his posture again with a whimper. "Good boy. Hhnf... Clench on me. Rock that bunny bottom with me. Show me that you want me: you don't get that knot until I'm reaaaaaly frisky, hun! Thirty."

The count is increasing fast and he's going to end with a ruined bottom in more ways than one if he doesn't control his feet better! Ohpleaseplease he needs this so badly. She's so merciless! It's so achingly sexy that she is! He stops being passive and makes efforts to treat that silicon toy as well as a real cock. Squeezing at the thing, imagining it feels it, following her pace to fall on the knot almost painfully. This makes everything so much better and worse! He's going to die in need.

Chichi is starting to pant, although more moderately. She can still talk without too many breaks: "Your prostate is engorged, you didn't cum since I caged you. My guess is the pounding will get it to surrender in about two or three minutes, at which point sperm will dribble out slowly from you without any pleasure. This is the time you have left to try for a hands-free, caged, orgasm, bunny!"

He knew about prostate milking, at least the theory of it, but he had not realized how it implied his own body would cause a time limit! "Hhneeh! Hheeah!" He shakes his head frantically.

"Thirty-five. Less whining, more clenching, hun. You deserved your reward, so I'm going to help and to really try giving you your chance." This is when his ears are grabbed and yanked. She growls and cover his back, pushing him hard into the sofa. "Nnnf... Forty..." The knot lodges itself at his entrance and forces its way in.

It fills him up. She shortens but accelerates her motions, so it doesn't pull out but grinds and massage him deep. She immerses herself into her own pleasure and he recognizes some of the cute high-pitched sound she made with the bear. The hand on his ears is pulling harder and harder, using them as a handle to control his body. "Hffah... for... ty five... Hah!" And she bites his scruff. Viciously.

That special pain kicks animal prey instincts that finish erasing all thoughts. He loses control on himself and starts struggling under her. She's stronger than she looks, she will not let go and she has him well under control. The two slide on the floor where she pins him down, hooking her legs between his to hold him offered and to hump more. His pleasure explodes by surprise, incredible! But short-lived: one jab too much squishes his prostate into leaking more than shooting almost all his huge load.

This is liberating and devastating, the best and the worst, mind erasing bliss and misery. He wants more, he wants it to stop! Chance meeting a skilled hand, Chichi reached the perfect mix of pleasure and frustration on her subject today.

She doesn't stop as soon as he's done: she keeps ramming in sharp trusts while he collapses, then surrenders all limp, until she shivers and tenses at her turn. His ears receive a last few harsh yanks as she rides that loooong climax to its fullest. And she calms down.

There's a long silence as the two just pant on the floor, her cradling the rabbit tenderly in her arms. Eventually, she releases his scruff: the rush of pain, before the relief, when blood flows back in the pinched flesh wakes him back up. "Hmmmm... good bunny... Calm down, we're going to take a break for aftercare before you get your fifty lashes. You did well."

Chichi's thighs are soaked and her face has more colors, and a dreamier expression, than usual. She's holding her legs tight, although probably less to hide her "condition" than to keep rolling the egg inside herself and stretch her afterglow. All of this, however, doesn't seem to prevent her from operating to her full efficiency.

Unlike Rickie, on his knees and untied, with a bottom all stripped in red, who is currently in happy zombie mode: happiness is the only thing his brain manages on his own, other than that he'll do what he's said and answer questions on autopilot, or remain prostrated if no outside will drives him.

"You will no longer need my set of dildos. I want it back on our next meeting."

"Yes, Mistress."

She pushes the plate with the tip of her foot. "I was planning to have you eat this. But you're not in the right state for it. Or for anything else today. So I think we'll stick to : hot chocolate, a nice movie, and a restaurant for today. You need some rest!"

"Yes, Mistress."

"Anyways, starting next time, we'll get into your proper training. We'll only meet once a week, from now, but it will be more demanding, physically or intellectually, than what you grew used to. You have a lot to learn, more than I know or could share: BDSM is a huge territory and there are as many styles as there are dominants and submissives. What I can do, however, is to give you varied experiences so you discover your limits, your desires, and learn some bases. We'll review common grounds, practice common styles. We'll work further about preserving your safety. I'll invite a few friends so you have a try at adjusting to new demands."

"Yes, Mistress."

"What day are we, already?"

"Y... September... the twelfth, Mistress."

The "trick question" brought some life back. He starts processing what she said before.

She gives him time before continuing. "You love your friend Gabriel, don't you?"

"Y... yes, Mistress." If the stereotyped answer is back, the tone changed. The rabbit is back for good.

"And I'm sure he'd love to have you as his submissive. Christmas is a perfect time for such present, don't you think? I'm going to release you on the first day of December, then!"

"Y-you'll be done with me?"

"As your Mistress, yes. But it doesn't mean we can't stay good friends, nor than I will never play with you again. And I have the time to prepare you so your depart is not brutal. Do not stress too much about it: we are far from being out of my claws, for now!" She chuckles and reaches down to pet his head.

He leans into it and nuzzles her hand with affection. "So... Gabriel will become my Master, then?"

"This is up to you two to decide, hun. I have no say in that."

"But you are... good at guessing."

"Let's say you two have potential. The future will say. Whatever happen, you're a good submissive who will mature into a great one, your friendship with him is not going to vanish soon, and you're sinking in the BDSM scene enough to have plenty of opportunities. The future might surprise you, but you shouldn't be afraid of it. Ah! And I know Gabriel's tastes, I'll teach you a couple of tricks he should like."

"Thank you, Mistress!"

"So this is a plan! And as an extra motivation, I promise you a full, cage-free, orgasm as your goodbye present."

The rabbit's hear drops as he reads between the lines. "I... will be back to the tease and denial, won't I?"

"Definitely! It works so well on you, and it's cute! It will be different than the one I used so far, however?"

"Different?"

She nods. "Quite simple, actually: until that next promised reward, I'm not going to pay any attention at all to your penis. It doesn't get out nor played with anymore." She smirks. "I might toy with your balls, but not in a gentle way."

"Awwww..." His head drops. She looks at him in the eyes. He swallows: "Thank you, Mistress."

"By the way... do you like B movies?"