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Kanya's eyes widened at that little revelation, Rayla giving a long laugh at the look on her face. "Soon," the wolfess said, patting her thigh again. Rayla walked over to the cabinets where she kept her bondage gear, looking at her selection with a thoughtful expression on her face. "What do you think?" she said, pursing her lips slightly. She reached out, grabbing something from the cabinet: a mass of leather and straps that Kanya couldn't identify.

Rayla put it down next to the lioness and began fiddling with the strap that bound the kitten's left wrist to the chair. "Now, you're not going to do anything stupid, are you?" Rayla said, a little sternly. Kanya shook her head at once, her sex still aching. If that was how the canine had fun, she didn't want to find out what she'd do when she was angry or actually trying to punish her.

"Good," Rayla purred, removing the cuff. She kept a firm grip on Kanya's wrist, levering it behind her back until the lioness's shoulder ached, then holding it there. Her other wrist was free a few seconds later, Rayla also pulling it behind Kanya's back. "Stay still," she muttered, shifting so that both of the feline's wrists were held in one hand. If Kanya had tried, she probably could have broken the grip but even if she did, there was nowhere to go. So Kanya just shivered, not struggling against the wolfess's grip.

Rayla used her other hand to grab the mass of leather. It was a rather secure armbinder and she skilfully wrapped it around Kanya's limbs. Her paws stuck out the end, still useless, but now her arms were stuck behind her back. "Aahh," Kanya moaned quietly as the straps on the binder tightened, putting more and more strain on her shoulders as her arms were forced closer together. She had taken in a breath to mewl in pain when Rayla suddenly stopped, leaving it merely very uncomfortable instead of agonising.

"There," she said. "Loose for a casual breakfast at home. Do anything that I don't like though, and we'll make your elbows touch." She gave Kanya a little kiss on the head, her laugh mingling with a frightened sound from the lioness. "Now, I'm feeling nice today, as you may have guessed. Want the gag and muzzle gone?"

Immediately, there was a nod from Kanya; her jaws were aching and her chest was wet with her saliva, the lioness unable to stop herself from drooling.

"Promise not to scream or any of that tiring nonsense?"

The lioness gave another nod.

"All right then," Rayla said, then leaned in to whisper menacingly, "If you do, then we'll try my deprivation hood. Make you blind, deaf, and mute. So don't piss me off." With that, her fingers found the ring gag and muzzle, pulling them out smoothly and setting them aside.

Kanya stretched her jaws, licking her lips and swallowing dryly. "Thank you," she said, her voice rough and a little husky.

Rayla smiled. "You're welcome." She began to undo the bondage restraining Kanya's legs, then helped the lioness of the seat none too gently. She released Kanya as soon as the kitten's legs hit the ground and so did nothing when her cramped and sore legs promptly folded. Kanya fell to the floor with a frightened squeal, arms flexing in the armbinder as she tried to break her fall. Luckily, she slumped against the side of the chair.

"Tsk, tsk," Rayla clucked, yanking Kanya to her feet again. "Better make sure you don't get into any trouble." She pulled Kanya over to a corner, pulling a length of string from a cabinet. There was a ring on the wall and Rayla tied one end of the string to it. Then she pulled the other end over to Kanya, bending low.

Kanya mewled, jumping as her new clit ring was manipulated, the other end of the string tied securely to it. In only a few seconds, Kanya was bound to the wall, able to only move within a few feet of the ring on in the wall. The string may as well have been unbreakable; Kanya wouldn't do anything but the lightest of pulls to her clit.

"I said no begging," Rayla said, a low growl to her words. She pressed down lightly on the string, making it go taut. Kanya mewled again, bending her knees to make the pull on her sensitive nub lessen.

"Sorry! Sorry!" she yelped.

Rayla growled, but relented, releasing the string. "You won't get a second chance," she said menacingly. Then she smiled. "And then my hood gets a good test run."

"I won't do it again," Kanya said at once, keeping her knees a little bent.

Rayla moved off, leaving Kanya to look around the room, the least bound she'd been in hours. She flexed the muscles in her legs, getting the blood flowing again. Rayla was in the kitchen, firing up a stove and placing a pan onto it. Before long, there were eggs and bacon sizzling and filling the air with the smell of breakfast. In spite of her situation, Kanya's mouth began to water. It'd been a least a day since she'd eaten and she was starving.

She opened her mouth, then closed it, then opened it again. Rayla terrified her, but she was hungry... "Um, m--miss?" she said, stammering.

"I'll feed you after," Rayla said, anticipating the question that Kanya was going to ask.

Kanya nodded again, shifting and making the string swing. She turned carefully, making sure not to tug on her clit as she looked around the room idly, waiting for the wolfess to finish with her breakfast. Even waiting like this, with aching, restrained arms, a sore pussy and a string attached to her clit, was better than whatever counted as Rayla's active attention.

She was distracted by the sound of claws on hard wood. Turning, Kanya let out a gasp, shrinking back against the wall. A huge dog was padding across the floor towards her, having just emerged from Rayla's bedroom. Its tongue was hanging out of its mouth and it was covered in long, shaggy fur, clipped short around its face. The dog looked at Kanya with intelligent eyes, then walked past her, bounding over to its master.

Rayla turned to the dog, a smile on her face. "Hello, boy!" she said excitedly, making the dog's tail wag furiously. From this angle, she could clearly see that the gigantic dog was male; there was a pair of heavy balls beneath his tail. "This is Apollo," she said, looking to Kanya, then to the dog, "My lovely boy!" The dog gave a quiet woof and then pushed his muzzle forwards, between Rayla's thighs. The wolfess gave a short moan as his tongue lapped at her spade, but then pushed Apollo's head away gently.

"No, no," she said, smiling. "I'm busy at the moment. Go play with her." She pointed at Kanya and Apollo gave another low bark, turning to the lioness. He padded over to her, lowering his head to sniff at Kanya's sex.

She backed up against the wall, as far as she could get from the feral dog. The canine followed though, pushing his nose firmly between her legs. Kanya looked nervously to Rayla, but she was ignoring them, focused on the cooking food. Not wanting to upset her, Kanya tried to nudge Apollo with her thigh, to push him away. "No," she whispered. Apollo ignored her and she pushed at his muzzle more firmly with her leg. "No!" she said more firmly, though still quietly.

A loud, menacing growl sounded, Apollo baring his teeth as he looked at Kanya. "I wouldn't do that," Rayla said from the kitchen. "He is quite a persistent dog, and intelligent too. He knows that he's above a slave." The lioness hesitated, looking at the dog's teeth, then moved her leg back to a standing position. At once, the growling stopped, Apollo sniffing at her sex again. The dog's tongue flicked out, running across her sex and catching at the clit ring. That drew a mewl from Kanya, her hips following a bit to try and relive the tugging.

There was a loud woof from Apollo and he jumped up. Kanya let out a shocked cry, the giant dog's paws shoving at her, pulling her down. With her arms bound tightly behind her back, she fell to her knees. The lioness was about to rise again when a paw pressed down between her shoulder blades, pushing her again so that her breasts pressed firmly against the floor. Without the use of hands or arms, it wasn't easy for her to rise but she didn't even try, freezing as Apollo began to snuffle around between her legs.

"Help!" she said, speaking in a loud whisper for fear of provoking the dog.

"Ssh," Rayla said, speaking in a normal voice. "And don't make too much noise while Apollo is playing."

With those words, a paw came down between Kanya's shoulders, keeping her in place as the dog stepped over her.