A Rubberpets Wooden Anniversary
#2 of Given Gifts / Trades (My half)
Summary: The rubber loving tiger domme Sapheera reflects on the last 5 years good behaviour of her doting pet, a vixen whose previous name is not important. And of the steps it took to get her to behave so well. All of this is new to the vixen who wakes up with a gap in her memory, that is all too horribly filled in for her.
A story told mostly in flashbacks, seperated by line breaks to attempt to evade some confusion.
This was a very fun work to put together on behalf of Rubbervixen / Vikki, using one of her ideas as the launching point. There were a few homages in the text, inspired by rubbervixen's works. Part of me wishes I could come up with more to as it was enjoyable to do. But there's plenty of time unaccounted for to fantasize as to how she performed once truly obedient!
Any addresses or names used are fictional and purely coincidental, many of them randomly generated.
Final word count: 6542
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The fox, Kimberly blinked awake. There was something tight against her throat, her hand raising to her neck, brushing over the feeling, trying to loosen whatever shirt or cover had got tangled there. It felt like something was squeezing into her throat.
Her fingers brushed over a smooth-feeling thing, but try as she might she couldn't slip her finger under it. Sitting up in her bed in frustration with an "Aaah, come on-!" she froze. She wasn't wearing a shirt, nor were any errant bed covers crossing her throat, instead shining black refracted the light into her eyes from her own body. Bringing her hands up she saw that her fingers were completely coated too, everything about it felt surreal, the room she was in seemed alien to her, for that matter something about her very body looked wrong not even thinking about the attire.
She tried to pinch herself to check whether it was some dream but unable to get a good purchase she instead chewed her lip. Oww, yes, pain there so not a dream. Bewilderment and confusion as she swung her legs to the side of the unfamiliar, but fortunately single person, bed, and got up, heading to what looked like an en suite bathroom.
She walked to the mirror and stared at the face, it was like seeing herself through ... how could she describe it, another's eyes? It was definitely her but some things didn't look right, and, what had happened to her hair?! As her eyes focused she realised it was covered in the black that was over her body, her face poking out of the otherwise seamless looking rubber. A suit, some sort of elaborate prank maybe. Glowing in embarrassment as she saw that her wrists and neck, looking down to see her ankles too, were covered in tight banded cuffs. The vixen reached to her back, twisting to see it in the mirror, but there was no entrance there, no zipper to move.
Gulping, she checked between her legs, there was a small zipper with a discreet flap behind and in front of it, pulling it down and blushing as it so readily presented both of her holes, but not enough for a crotch entry... that left.. the neck?Walking to the mirror she raised her hands to the edges of the head cover and tried to pick at it with her claws, but then another shocking revelation, her claws bent? No, oh god... oh no, what she assumed were claws were in fact rubbery nubs made to look that way, she felt the absence of the claws beneath them, and fear mounted further.
She couldn't even get her fingers to peel the layer back. Not that it mattered, the suit itself may well have been neck entry, but with that collar there it was as good as locked on. Frantically searching the collar and her wrist cuffs, she found no catches, buckles, not even a lock, just smooth bands with rings poking out of them. Her heart rate shot up as she felt herself in panic, on the verge of fainting even, but held herself together just enough, looking down at her second-skin, she saw queer bumps in it, around the waist, and pressing her hands in, realised that the cuffs at the ankles and wrists were seated inside them, an additional measure that stopped them moving. Even her bushy tail had been compressed tightly and then put in a pliant lightly inflated sack so it mimicked the original appearance. She took some breaths to steady herself and plan what to do about this when a voice called out.
"Come." The voice said simply, a throaty purr to it, Kimberly turned and walked toward the source without thinking, her tail swishing in happiness, half-way there she stopped, eyes wide, why did that make her feel happy? That made no sense, and, looking up, she saw a shocking sight. A tiger woman sat relaxed in a chair. For some reason she felt like she knew her, yet it was a total stranger, decked out in fetish wear that made the vixen's blush renew. Large and powerful, her build lined perfectly in rubber of her own, with a tight corset at her waist. Another ribbed construction at her neck, though still allowing some motion of the head, long gloves and thigh boots, and above it all a smirking, confident face as the tiger locked eyes with her.
Kimberly walked up to her quickly, brain assuming she must be someone in a similar situation, or at least might have some more knowledge. "O-oh! Please, can you help me? I'm not sure where I am, what this is or how to get it off!"
"Oh? That sounds quite troublesome. Have you tried pulling harder on it?" The woman mused idly. The vixen's body moved before she thought, like when the voice had called her over, she just felt compelled to do so. "Struggle a bit. Get those leg cuffs off first. Oh I saw something then..." Rattling off a few more useless instructions as the tiger obviously enjoyed the show of the vixen struggling in her attire, and the vixen to her own frustration kept feeling she should try them all despite knowing inside there'd be no use in trying.
"I-If you're quite finished!" Kimberly grunted, looking up from where she had ended on the floor. When the tiger sat up with a sneer, the vixen instinctively flinched, "I am." but the woman before her simply reached to the side, took a stack of papers and threw them to the ground between them both. "To the point then, Happy Anniversary." the tiger, Sapheera, drawled out, leaning back.
"Anniversary, what do you mean?" Kimberly asked, eyes lowering to the paper. A calendar...? That's a good point, what day was it, hmm, October twelfth yes, that was right, her eyes caught on something and she fell back to her rump dumbfounded. This was a calendar 5 years early! And yet dates had been filled in and crossed out like they'd happened? Her stomach lurched as she thought back to her face, it had looked older, far older than she remembered but... no that's-. While she tried to process it the tiger leaned forward. "I can tell there are questions on your mind, listen, and allow me to explain."
Sapheera let the words roll, as she began to recount the tale...
It had been just over five years ago, Sapheera had been enjoying a quiet drink in the corner when she overheard the excited chatter from two tables away, high-schoolers from the noise and the inanity of their conversation, she hunkered down, wanting to finish her drink and leave, but as she progressed, she overheard them mention their plans. Graduates then, preparing for life, she scoffed cynically at their goals, but then it was the turn of a vixen amidst them, she was genuinely excited, positively radiant as she spoke of her plans. The college of her dreams had already offered her a place, her family had had a burst of good luck, and, if she could believe the rumours, that family was about to grow, as her boyfriend seemed on the verge of proposing to her, having picked out a fancy venue to meet and everything!
Sapheera waved over a waiter, asking for another drink as she listened in and planned, her sadistic natured intrigued as she stole glances at the vixen, a perfect future, all the sweeter for it to be suddenly ruined, how delightful...
She stopped herself short giving a small humourless smile. "Oh dear me, waiting for so long to give you this tale and I start it all wrong. You don't want to hear about me, of course not." She paused, an unspoken thought crossing her mind and making her smirk to some joke all for herself. "You don't need to know those trivialities about why and how, no, let me remind you of your plight first hand." She raised her paw subtly in the air and for some reason Kimberly was compelled to stillness, listening intently.
Kimberly had been walking to that venue, dressed up for the formal evening, when the men had jumped her. Any one of them would have been able to overpower the eighteen year old, but the five of them were able to do it swiftly and efficiently. A rag forced into her mouth and then her muzzle wrapped in tape as she was bodily hauled down an alley. Her arms were dragged behind her and wound up in the adhesive substance too whilst two of the figures focused on her legs. It was a sloppy job but more than enough for the girl who was far more academic than physical. She was bundled into a large sports bag, filled with packing-peanuts to round out the container and obscure the cargo. She squealed in panic as the bag was shut and the men casually strolled to a car in the fading evening light, loaded their catch into the back seat, and took her off to the delivery point.
Kimberly shuddered, the memories striking her with definite truth as each one was renewed, somehow all suppressed and locked away. She remembered the dark trip, squirming in fear even though her motions were stifled. She'd managed to slip an arm free and bang for attention, but by that time she was already in a discreet enough spot that only her assailants could have heard her. Sapheera had already moved on.
She'd been kept in a locked room for over a week, manacled wrists chained to a solid bar in the ceiling, allowing her to nearly reach the corners of the room. The four walls containing just a bed, table, basin and toilet. The bed and basin she could use easily, but the table and toilet were in corners, meaning that to sit on, or at either, the chains on her arms pulled taut.
They'd bring her food in a pet's dish marked with the name 'Tashi' and put it on the table. Unable to lower her hands and without cutlery, she'd managed to kick it off the table and over to the bed, where she picked it up, hunger defeating manners though not enough for her to have good grace. Bitterly using her hands to eat. Her captor's hadn't liked that, they'd told her good pets don't make things difficult. She tried to do it again the following meal but instead the bowl had fallen and spilled across the floor. They didn't feed her more until she'd done her best to eat the mess she'd made.
On the third day, her dinner was accompanied by a spreader bar, locked onto her resisting ankles, forcing her to bend down and eat from the bowl like a dog. The first time they held her head down, and cut off the water to her basin so that she'd have to wear what she couldn't lick or brush off herself. The routine continued with them bringing back the bar every day, never talking to her or explaining anything, simply forcing her to exist. That had started to change when one day they entered her room, putting down a bag that clinked ominously. They made her promise to not try anything stupid first, and then, they asked her what her name was.
She'd told them it was Kimberly and the one asking the questions shook his head, telling her to think, and try again. She'd been confused, but repeated, even giving her full name. They gave her one more chance, muscles clenching in unspoken threat. Last chance, they'd told her, when she stubbornly asserted her name, they asked if that was her final answer. She clung to it, confused and lost. Hope rising when two of them removed the manacles at her wrists, but then she'd been forced to her knees as they dug in the bag, rolls of tape being pulled out. Her legs were pinned down and soon the tape snared around her ankles, then swiftly the wrap was pulled up her shins. Oh she'd started kicking and howling, even before they'd brought out a knife to cut off her clothing and wrapped her entirely to the neck, arms pinned at her sides. The chains on the manacles were swapped out for a shorter length on a collar, latched around her neck after they'd fully coated her chest, taking the last bit of one of the rolls to tape her muzzle shut too.
They dumped her on the floor, only able to worm around uselessly, and then the empty pet bowl was placed in front of her, the name facing her all night long. She whined, still not realising that 'Tashi' was the name being given to her until the following day. She might have been defiant about it had she realised sooner, but a night spent unable to even get onto her knees in tight tape made her claim the name as hers amid sniffles when next asked.
At the end of her first week, she was introduced to Sapheera. She was told the tiger was to be her owner, and when she started to make a scene about the fact Sapheera simply sighed, stating that 'Tashi' was a good name for a pet, but too good a name for a slave.That shut her up, brain quickly picking up the insinuation. Despite her change in composure the tiger ignored her all the same, her chance already thrown. Moving out of the room her soon to be Mistress gave an order.
"You didn't hear that order, but you remember it, right, Kimberly?" Sapheera asked, folding a leg over her knee with a smirk.The shivering wide eyed fear was answer enough, as the slave hugged herself, subconsciously reliving the experience. How the men had bound her on a table, shaved off her fur and then tape-suited her. Wrapping her whole body in silver, balling her hands into fists and then covering every inch of her in the stuff, limbs independent though there was little mercy in the fact. They'd paused only to tape electrodes onto her nipples and between her legs. She'd remembered after they'd finished the job, Sapheera had walked in, glanced at her, only her eyes, nose and the front half of her lips free, barely enough to form words and be fed through.
"How many eyes does a slave need to see?" The tiger had asked rhetorically, throwing another package of rolls to the guards. They took more than was needed even as Kimberly weakly begged and pleaded, "Be silent before I take away vision from you entirely." The domme had sneered. They'd pinned her eyelid shut, taping over it and halving her vision, then, they'd taken an unsaid order from their boss' words, and covered one of her nostrils then plugged one of her ears. Using every last scrap of the tape on her hands and feet, next, rounding them into smooth nubs that were difficult to stand on and nearly impossible to use.
Sapheera purred, "Hah, I can see it in you, well, that's good, the suggestion took full hold, I can skip ahead."
With Sapheera's decision thrown down, the training began in earnest, a system was hooked up to the electrodes, giving her painful shocks for any failure, disobedience or even just for fun, and causing more pleasurable stimulation for her success, slowly eroding her will to disobey. Every morning her tape shell was checked for tears and weaknesses and repaired if need be, then the blocked eye and ear were swapped to the other to let the other rest. She was taught simple tricks at first. Trained like a dog, to come to heel, roll over, 'stand', though that meant to kneel and raise her hands, and then made to master her limbs into carrying simple items, a cup, a tray, a whip.
The second week of her enslavement, they promised her rewards, cutting away the outer layers of tape on her legs, to allow her to stand. A sign of trust as all could see how worn down and broken the toy was becoming. They swapped from words to gestures and sounds, and the vixen started trying in earnest to fulfil the tasks given to her. After a while of good behaviour the reward came, but it was nothing like she had hoped.
The first sign of trouble was when they'd led her deeper into the building, She'd been ordered to lie on her front on a short bed. Then a heavy set of straps had been tugged down. The leather pinned her arms and waist to the bed which was wheeled forward. Her head was pulled through a lined hole in the middle of a wall, leaving her one eye staring into a room, and her body in another. The wall-frame was tightened, trapping her then. The taping layers at her muzzle and crotch were cut back, and a ring forced between her jaws dispelling any last doubts in her mind.
Her 'reward' was to serve the dutiful men and women who had been training her, many staring at her lustily but forbidden to touch her. She was used so much that she was sure some of them had tried both sides of her, and come back for multiple rounds too. She'd struggled at first, and then as hours progressed had given up, becoming a limp sobbing plaything.
The following days she'd been too shocked to hear orders, and when sense had returned, it came with spirited outrage. Kicking and lashing at her captors. For once, that didn't earn harsher treatment. After all, it was a reaction to her reward rather than a kick back from her training. The following night Sapheera herself told her that she'd come to love it, to crave it, that she'd have no choice and her very body would betray her if it needed to. The very thought chilled the vixen even though it seemed impossible. When the men returned with fresh rolls of tape, Sapheera shook her head and said the progress was good enough that her legs could remain in their simple double-layer as a more tangible reward. Before she'd left, the tiger had gone to Kimberly's side and whispered to her, giving her the promise that she could have a name again if she behaved, and that Sapheera would personally oversee her evenings from now on.
"It had already started by then, the addition to your food. The subtle tone and choice of words, pet. You know, you thanked me that night. The rape was devastating and yet you bounced back so quickly, did you truly not suspect a thing? The way you opened up to me, though I suppose I never told you how complicit I was in stealing your future." She smiled softly, the vixen's spine chilled by the soft expression. Memories of that opening month coming back. At the time she thought the tiger only as a trainer and a buyer, and she was the only person who spoke anything other than commands. It was doomed to produce some level of Stockholm syndrome.
"You were made desperate by the lack of contact, that was no accident. Even if you don't realise it now, you were looking for even the scrap of companionship, yes, like a pet dreams of its master's food."
The vixen stood then, bristling with hurt, frustration, anger. How dare this tiger presume to do any- "SIT!" The woman growled and Kimberly meekly folded her legs under her, tail wagging in its sack. "Listen." She said softly, and the girl opened her ears to hear more of her owner's story.
She'd been given instructions and orders and they'd brought her pleasure. A pleasure that was akin to the feelings forced by the e-stim, but without the need for electrical impulse. She'd lost sleep, whimpering to herself as she believed she was failing in controlling herself and growing to love it all. An effect of chemicals added to her food, lacing her with a lust and desire to please. The tigress had been subtly hypnotising her in their evening sessions, marrying stimuli to comfort, waiting for her to be relaxed and enthralled. She'd slip a plastic sleeve over her snout, toying with her breath as the e-stim was set to thrill her.Maybe just using a paw the next evening to choke her as she whispered words of praise that provoked ecstasy. She was sent into a deep sleep each night, her mind turning the former nightmares into dreams, despite little change in the content.
One morning she awoke. Her arms raised above her head and legs bent out and to the side. They'd removed the bulky shapes that had replaced her hands, but while she was sleeping her joints had been taped to rigidity, feet inside a single ball of the tape, and her hands had been wrapped to clasp a bar that held her aloft. The day started with torture, her rump paddled and cropped while even more electrodes had been fixed to her. Sending jolts through her with only short beeps as warnings. She tried to howl out and ask why, only to discover her mouth had been fully wrapped too. Sapheera was there, and she smiled, crooning words that the tape-slave had been good, and this was simply her reward. The effect was near instant, the pain flooded her with good feelings, turning injury into erotic pleasure. Sapheera, for the first time, was naked herself and had walked up to her pet, rubbing her leaking womanhood against her slaves own drenched pussy, she leaned in and kissed her neck, whispering.
"I cannot lie with a tape-slave, it is below me, but, if you wish to satisfy me, truly, then enjoy this reward. Do this, and we will promote you to something more suitable." She parted from the physical contact then, leaving the vixen yearning and needy as one of the males slid forward, he had that plastic sleeve in his hand and covered the girl's nose as he started to slide his already lubed length into her crotch. More of the guards took turns. After the first had blown his load into her, the sleeve was removed allowing her air. The second guard was less interested in seeing her gasping, instead toying with the hooked up electrodes. Sending more pained jolts that caused her to spasm delightfully over him once he was inside. Sapheera egged on most of the men, encouraging them to be even more rough to reward the fox.
Next a pair came by, a female sporting a large strap-on, and her lover. She went to the front of the fox while her lover went behind and together they rutted her, using her holes as they let their hands run wild on each other, giving the trapped tape-slave barely a glance. After all it was merely an object for them to use inventively for their own passions. The thick and rigid layers making her feel more helpless and inanimate than anything so far. She'd been getting close to climax when the two withdrew and went to the corner, more focused on each other after all, not letting the object distract them further.
The next down the line went all out, adding electric torture, breath control, impact play, even jamming an anal hook which he chained to the bar, forcing her rump to press backwards and providing intense feeling when she was bent forward for use. All the activities never quite enough to make her scream or pass out, instead mingling it all with pleasure. It took a few more rounds before the toy to reach the culmination of her enjoyment.When she climaxed herself, tail twitching in bliss, Sapheera merely smiled from the corner. Kimberly was let down from the bar, legs separated, and was taken to sit in the tiger's lap, relaxing in the afterglow as her Mistress crooned sweetly and hummed a soft tune. The vixen was returned to her day's training when she'd recovered, routines made easier by the lessened tape on her arms.
The following day she was told as preparation for her promotion, she was to practice something new. Forbidden from standing on two legs, instead having to crawl on all fours. They taught her how to use her mouth and back to carry things. Letting her kneel and worm across if need be, but she was already conditioned enough to want the reward, and actively succumb to the instructions.
"Just like you feel good now, for listening, even as memory stirs. Tell me truly, you feel pleasure from obeying the order to sit yes?"
"I do." The words came out sounding happy and eager, even as Kimberly herself had tried to swallow them. She glared, no, this can't be, she had to resist, she steeled herself mentally, trying to prepare for the next question, but it was comfortable to sit. Her mind accepting that her legs spread and hands between them in an animal-like pose was normal.
Another week saw Sapheera start to make good on her latest promise. The vixen had the tape cut off so very carefully, preserving the shape of it as a mould. Kimberly was left nude and felt strangely empty without the constant squeeze on her body, having got used to it without realising. "I want to reward you, slave." Sapheera had said. And the vixen wagged, picturing another night bound and fucked by the household. But that was not what she had in mind. "If you are to be a perfect toy, upgraded to my desires, I will need to change you."
Without thinking the vixen had blurted out. "Toys are soft and loving, if I didn't have teeth you'd not need a ring gag. If I had no claws you could leave my hands!"
"N-no!" Kimberly shouted. "There's no way- I would never say that!"
Sapheera tilted her head and smirked. "Oh? It's true I spent a few nights whispering how toys should have their bodies changed to fit the purpose, but it was your idea for what that meant." She chuckled, tapping her cheek with a finger. "You'll notice you still have teeth, I let you keep them, but if you want them gone too, all you need to do is ask, my dear."
Kimberly's tongue had already been roving, doubting. Searching to see if they were false teeth, or soft tipped, but she found nothing strange there. Sapheera resumed once again.
Kimberly had also realised there was no point in her regrowing fur, and Sapheera had praised her ideas. The girl was put under and prepared for her claws to be removed surgically, and a treatment plan to prevent hair growth at least for a while, Sapheera herself not wanting to permanently bid farewell to that coat.
Then it was time for her mental training. While she was unconscious they slid in a catheter and a feeding tube both buried inside thick dildos that held them firm. Waiting for her to wake to continue. Her Mistress whispered to her that she was entering a cocoon of tape and would emerge from it ready to metamorphose into a rubber toy. Kimberly happily folded her arms below her chest, and curled her legs into a fetal posture to their direction as they wrapped her once again, head to toe. Thick leather pressed over her eyes to fully blind her, stiff stubby plugs wedged in her ears to deafen her. And then coated so thick that her identity was lost. Only the tubes and her nostrils clear from the shining bundle.
She'd spent 5 days in that cocoon, deprived of sleep by constant torment, given a minimum of food and water. Even to her half-conditioned self it turned into true torture. Left senseless and immobile, she lost all track of time and feared for herself, perhaps she'd failed somehow and not been worthy to rise up. Perhaps something had happened to her Mistress.She remembered those thoughts, as her will was eroded further, more shadows of resistance wiped away by the treatment.
Just when she was on the verge of despair, she'd felt a change, the tape split open and the tiger waiting before her, arms open and inviting, she'd fallen into those hands and fallen asleep, relief and comfort had flooded her and she felt safe as her Mistress hummed that familiar tune and whispered how brave and good she had been.
Sapheera continued telling her the process that followed, the latex had arrived in that time. A complete piece, as she'd expected, but not with a neck entry, no. Her limbs instead had been pressed into whole sleeves, capped with the soft rubber tips to simulate her claws. The head cover took the most effort to slip over her ears and neck and sit smooth and tight.A special strip was lain across her back, made of the same material as the suit. The seam pressed together on top of it, making a solid shape out of the only opening and then the sealant was applied, it bonded the latex together seamlessly, and the fit was so careful that to a casual eye it was perfect. Needing an eye scouring for details to see the marks where the opening had been cemented shut.
The tiger half spaced out as she was lost in her own thoughts, reminiscing fondly on how her slave looked freshly encased in what was to be her skin from that day. She continued before there was any risk of other interjections from the pet. The pertinent part of her tale was drawing to a close after all.
She'd been in the rubberskin for a month, tortured and trained, and had grown to adore the torture, so much so that her punishment for failure was instead to be left alone, given no harsh treatment and merely ignored.
As part of further training, Sapheera would tie her to a sybian, leaving her masked in a drug-filled re-breather, further opening her to suggestion as the tiger told her of a false past. That she had always been a nameless slave, that every minute of her life had been spent loving and doting on her owner, hoping to be abused and used. She'd lived with her Mistress always. Her favourite colour was purple like her owner's. So many useless lies thrown into her psyche and asserted as fact.
They'd taken their first trip out in public soon after, over to a fetish club, everyone had loved the vixen who walked with such grace and discipline on all fours, despite the corset wedged around her waist that evening. So deep in the trance of servitude that she'd behaved better than all the other pets, wowing the dominants and sparking envy or admiration in the submissives. Sapheera was careful, steering away from any item or person that might remind the girl of her true past the first few times, monitoring every action. When she'd given her pet free rein to explore the club, she'd shown intense interest in the bondage furniture of her own volition, and when her Mistress had obliged, the toy flirted with all spectator's, angling her needy hips to invite them.
Needless to say she quickly became a favourite among all the patrons, all of whom simply saw the most devoted and loving, if a bit needy, pet to have graced the establishment. Sapheera's new pet was loved by them all.
It didn't take long after that for her training to be finished, she made a truly perfect rubberslave, and had been brainwashed to know it was her only purpose, so that when Sapheera asked her if she wished for further promotion, she professed that all she needed was her Mistress' love. And so she stayed, enslaved in mind, three years had passed and Sapheera even offered her a name as a reward for her devotion. The tiger purring in ecstasy of her own when her toy told her that a rubber slave needed no name, and was only a toy for its owner's whims.
"You see, it was fate that I found you, you took to the training better than could be expected, toy. I was anticipating it taking years to lock those troublesome memories of your old life away and overwrite them with the new." Sapheera had stood at last, looking back to the girl. She hummed softly, a single note, and like that a haze lifted from Kimberly.
Her hand snapping to her lips as everything fit in her memory so well, it was true, and she'd loved it! No, it was impossible, she'd been kidnapped, her life taken from her in a single day by the capricious wants of an evil monster. Her fingers scrabbled at the cuffs, the collar, tearing at the suit, trying to shift it, as she thrashed on the floor in panicked self-pity.
Sapheera watched out of the corner of her eye. "The clubs all love you, you're a favourite, and you always beg to be used every night. Even though such use has loosened you, the boundless enthusiasm you have pleases everyone." She turned. "You're so obedient and adoring, how can anyone ask for better?"
Kimberly looked up, eyes wide in tear streaked terror. "P-please, Saph-" The name caught in her throat, even released from the forced split in her mind she couldn't use it. "Mistress, let me go! I don't want to be a slave! It's my life, I, please, let me go!!" Sapheera crossed over, Kimberly's voice growing heart rending in it's desperate intensity. The tiger sank to a crouch, rubber creaking in resistance but she managed without any apparent difficulty, a gloved hand petting the vixen softly on the head as she started to sing a song.A lullaby, one the vixen realised she knew intimately.
Her eyes ceased their terror and started to glaze over, the girl relaxing, yes, this was right, such a nice song, carrying away all her troubles... NO! She jerked as she realised what was at work, scrabbling away to a corner. "No, I-I'm not a nameless slave. I'm Kimberly Price!" She held her hands to her ears, dulling out the sounds, repeating more facts to herself. Resisting. "I live at 2304 Hunts Lane. My favourite colour is yellow, my major is going to be Economics. My best friend is Shirley Whethers." She repeated facts to herself over and over, quicker and quicker as the tigress slowly advanced, singing without raising volume.
Sapheera placed a hand on her shoulder, and Kimberly was so focused on repeating her truths that she didn't notice herself rising up and following the tiger to the bed she'd woken on, her Mistress pulling her into her arms and softly stroking as the lullaby hit another verse.
"Kimberly Price. 2304 Hunts Road- Lane! Y-yellow! Shirley Whethers." She mumbled in increasing hysterics. The tigers fingers splayed and caressed her belly scratching her tenderly.
"Kimberly Price.... 2304 Hunts Lane. Favourite colour is purple. Best friend, Shirley Whethers." The list decreasing in size, confusing the old truth with the new, "K-Kimberly... Hunts Lane. Major is being a rubber slave... my only friend is Mistress." The lullaby reaching the final lengths as her body relaxes into her mistress' loving stroking.
"I'm Kimberly?" The assertion becoming a question. "I've always lived with Mistress Sapheera. Our favourite colour is purple. Mistress is kind and my only friend." There was no need to mention studies. She'd always been a rubber slave after all. The last verse hung in the air as the vixen spoke. "I'm Mistress' nameless rubber slave." What more needed to be said? Not even that much in truth, she realised. Lying her-. . . its head in its owner's bosom. No further need for complex thought. The toy rose, blushing at being so forward as to lie on its master. Sapheera smiled warmly as the last note of the song tapered out.
Watching to see what the rubberslave would do, the pet slowly raised a hand to its face, poking as if realising something and then padded off on all fours to a cabinet in the corner, returning with a loose flap of shiny black in its teeth. The toy had realised it wasn't wearing a hood, clever thing. With a deliberate but careful touch Sapheera picked the hood up, helping the former vixen slide it on. Heavy duty, thick, and rounded in shape, those eyes were just visible through the tinted visor that could be blocked with the touch of a button. The hood softened the point of the ears, rounded out cheeks and obscured its muzzle forcing an observer to rely on the rest of the wearer's body to discern the species.
The toy nuzzled its head against its Mistress's leg, the closest it ever did to begging and Sapheera dutifully clipped the catches shut and locked the hood on. She lowered her hands down to her pet's arms, making the slave present them, and then with a few more clicks the cuffs came off. The pet stared, looking between them with a sad face. Not understanding but assuming a mistake had been made. "Did you forget, foolish toy?" Her tone playfully chiding. "It's your birthday, and you went another whole year with good behaviour, which means..." The vixen-toy sat bolt upright, tail sack thrashing in excitement as it bounced off to the cabinet again, returning to its Mistress's side bearing the modified bitchsuit that was only used for special treats. Even thicker than the base suit, it took some working to get it on, which Sapheera was more than happy to do, sliding her toy's bent legs into their pockets and then folding those hands first into mittens and then clipped in pouches that forced the plaything onto elbows.
The suit was covered in softly jangling rings to be locked down by restraints and chains later, binding it as much as possible as the tiger laced it shut tightly along the back. She crouched again, clipping a leash to the pet's collar before straightening. "We're going back to the club again, dearest pet, and I had some furniture specially arranged for you. Every one of those rings will be leashed up, I promise the next week will be the heaviest, harshest bondage you have faced in your life."
The slave bounced at that in glee, already dreaming of how pathetically small its struggles would be, but struggle it would for the joy of its owner, its mistress, its only true friend."Only another five more years, and if you're good, I'll not only let you lie with me, I'll make sure those tragic memories of your old life are erased completely." Sapheera told her idly, but from the reaction it got, she knew the toy may as well have not heard, it was only thinking of the now, no need to dwell on the past or think of the future.
A perfect rubber pet, sure it wasn't the future that the thing once known as Kimberly would ever have expected, but no one could deny now how well suited she was for it.