The Mistress's Newest Toy 1

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#1 of The Mistress's Newest Toy

Ardanis takes his latest mistress up on the offer of moving in with her, but rapidly finds out that things are more complicated than he expected, and definitely naughtier.

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The Mistress's Newest Toy

Part 1

For Sinister

By Draconicon

Considering how easy it was for perverts to find each other on the internet, it really felt as if there should be warning signs and warning labels that one had to agree to in order to get into situations like this. At least, that was how it felt to Ardanis as his taxi dropped him off outside the manor gate.

The cat looked up at the walls that surrounded the grounds, hardly able to believe that he was actually there. He didn't know how it had really gotten to this point, aside from half a dozen little jerk-off sessions in video chat, and how he had been...well, sometimes more honest than he should have been with his online mistress. She had been...very eager, at times, and that eagerness had pulled the same sort of enthusiasm out of him.

Enthusiasm. He just hoped that was all it was, and not outright stupidity.

His cock twitched under his pants, the cat's ears pulling down flat and his tail flicking irritably as it pressed up against the metal cage that he wore. It was a reminder of why he was here in the first place, and what he hoped to get out of this.

Yet, for all that he knew that this was pre-arranged, that he would be going along with the plan that he and the mistress had set up, he was still nervous as he walked up to the talk-box at the side of the gate. What if this had all been a big prank? What if the mistress decided that she'd had her fun with him and she didn't really want a live-in boytoy? What if, what if, what if. There were so many what-ifs.

But there was only one way forward. Ardanis took a deep breath, shifted his bag from one shoulder to the other, and walked right up to the talk-box. He touched the call button, and a voice immediately answered on the other end.

"Hello, hello. This is the Laub estate, Hazel speaking. Whom may I tell the mistress is visiting?"

"Um, this is, uh, Ardanis. She should be expecting me today."

"Ardanis?"

"Ardanis Holt. We, um, met online."

"Oh, you're one of them. Why didn't you say so? I'll be right down to let you in."

"Okay."

"Just act natural and keep your clothes on for a little bit longer. Don't worry. You'll get to take them off for her soon."

Take them off...

He blushed a bit at the thought of standing at the front gate with nothing on. That was something he could never see himself doing, no matter what sort of mistress he had. That had to be a bit of an expression, surely.

The dark-furred cat turned, leaning his back against the stone wall that surrounded the gate on all sides. The road that ran by the manor was quiet, and no surprise. It was off in the middle of nowhere, isolated from the rest of society. According to Ms. Laub - Ginger, he remembered when he had been allowed to call her that - the mansion had been built as a way to get away from the rest of the world, to allow her to do what she wanted with people and to allow people to do what they wanted with her.

He didn't know how that worked, or how real that was, but it had sounded nice from the comforts and confines of his own home. Now that he was really there, he wondered how it would work out in reality.

He glanced over his shoulder, looking through the bars of the gate. He could see the mansion further on, a large structure that had three stories to it, distinct levels where the top was the smallest and the bottom two were more uniform. There were balconies in various places, making it look a bit higgledy-piggledy, but it was never overmuch. It didn't make it look ugly, for sure.

The grounds were also well taken care of. He could see where the gardeners had improved the hedges, making them taller and a bit more artful, and he could see flower-beds that made the walkways of the ground that much prettier. It was like looking at the grounds of an old-style palace, and he had to admit, he looked forward to spending time there, even if it was for other reasons than tourism.

He glanced down the road again, then looked down at his phone. It had only one bar, and that one flickered back and forth. The minute he was through the gate, he imagined that the bar would disappear, and his ability to contact the outside world again would be thoroughly dependent on Ms. Laub. He hoped that she was as nice - and as firm - as she had been on the phone and during their video chats.

He hoped that she wouldn't be as merciless as she sometimes implied that she might be in person.

"Hey!"

Ardanis almost jumped out of his skin at the sudden shout from the other side of the gate, throwing his phone in the air and only barely managing to catch it as it came back down. He danced from foot to foot as he tried to catch his balance, only to stumble right against the gate proper.

And as he did, he saw who had startled him. A mouse, a thick-hipped one that was dressed in a professional sort of skirt, and a blouse and top that were as black and white as they came. She held a hand over her mouth as he struggled upright again, shaking her head.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to startle you, but...um...at least you know you're a good dancer, huh?"

"That was a mistake. I just...um, anyway. Who are you?"

"I'm Hazel. Ms. Laub's personal assistant, and one of her many, um..." She looked back and forth. "One of her many toys..."

"Oh. I...I didn't know she had that many."

"She does. You're the first one to come and move in for a long time, though. Please, come with me. I think...I think you'll like it here."

She was suddenly rather shy, he realized. Maybe she was one of those that had a bigger sort of personality at a distance rather than in-person. Or maybe there was something that she didn't want to say in public, such as it was? He shrugged, the cat stepping through the gate as soon as she opened it.

The grounds were just as nice as he walked through them as they had been seen through the gate, but now that he was there, he was rather surprised to find that the smells of the flowers were rather overwhelming. Not painful, not by any stretch of the imagination, but rather different and strong. They weren't just the sweet smell of roses, either. There was something else on the wind, something else that was just as strong and just as nose-catching.

It's almost...musky...

That was a strange sort of smell for a garden, he had to admit, but he supposed that it took all kinds to be the sort of world that the rich and wealthy wanted. He shrugged it off and kept following the mouse.

"This way," she said, turning when they reached the house.

"But...isn't that the front door?"

"Yes, but the guest must always enter through the back. That way, they can see everything."

"But...that doesn't make any sense."

"It is the mistress's orders. Are you seriously questioning her already?"

"God, no."

The last thing that he wanted to do was screw up his chances, particularly as he was reminded of the click, click, click of the chastity cage against his crotch as he walked along. He gestured for the mouse to keep leading, and he kept following.

On the plus side, it gave him a good chance to keep looking at the mouse's rump. It was hard for him to take his eyes off of her hips and swaying backside, even when he knew that he was supposed to be keeping chaste for his mistress. The way that she swayed, the heft of her backside, the way that he imagined it clapping and jiggling if she was the one getting fucked -

"Nnngh."

"Are we having naughty thoughts, Ardanis?"

"Um...maybe?"

He was trying not to be too blunt or open about his thoughts, considering that he really had just arrived, but she had said that she was another one of the mistress's toys, right? That meant that she had to be used to that sort of thing.

And maybe I can be good enough for Mistress Laub that she'll let me have some fun with the other toys. And if they're all as hot as she is, that's going to be - oh fuck...

He stopped dead in his tracks as they rounded the far side of the building, the mansion having hid quite the orchard in the back. However, it wasn't the trees that had his attention, but rather the people that were picking the fruit from them.

They were huge, utterly huge women, each of them in nothing more than a bikini. That would have been hot enough, but as his eyes drifted down, he saw that two of them - a large-breasted minotaur and an antelope woman that was barely even bigger - had bulges that pushed their bikini bottoms forward in a way that he had never seen done, even with the biggest males that he had seen in porn online.

"How...who..."

The mouse chuckled softly, Hazel turning her head to look back at him.

"You like?"

"Um...well..."

He couldn't help but keep staring. The minotaur in particular was utterly eye-catching, the woman's furry legs and muscular arms looking like something out of a muscle-building ad for a gym. She was utterly strong, huge, and yet, for all the femininity in her face and chest, she had one hell of a cock down there. The fat thing was already pushing the waistband of the bikini bottom forward, and he didn't know how it managed to contain something that was that big. Her balls were on the verge of sliding right out through the leg-holes, too, like they were trying to escape to the open air.

The antelope was arguably worse, though that was more because she had more of a feral look to her. Her cock was fatter at the head, but the rest of the shaft was a bit shorter, a bit more slender than the way that the minotaur looked. He was completely outclassed there, too, and he shivered as he imagined standing between them, having their cocks throbbing and throwing shade down on his own shaft.

Not that he was gay, exactly, but he had been aware of Ms. Laub's...unique anatomy. He hadn't thought that she would have so many 'toys' that were similar to her, though.

A thought occurred, and he turned to Hazel, who was smiling a bit more confidently at him, even leaning forward a little with her tongue playing along her lips. Hungrily, he thought, and he blushed worse.

"Um, are you..."

"Like them?"

"Yeah."

She flipped her skirt up slightly, and he saw the curled bulge of someone else that was in chastity. His cheeks burned.

"Are there any, um, 'real' girls around here?"

"And what's that supposed to mean?" she asked, her smile flipping upside-down.

"Sorry, sorry! I didn't mean it like that."

"Then what did you mean?"

"Are there any girls that, you know, have a pussy instead of a cock?"

"...Now, you see, if you'd asked it that way the first time, maybe it wouldn't have sounded so bad." She sniffed a bit, shaking her head. "There's one. Naira, over there."

She pointed at the cow-girl that was furthest from the house, and probably the shortest of the different pickers. Just like the others, she had the same sort of bikini on, the cloth soaked with some sweat to the point where the top might as well not exist, but she had no bulge down south.

The bulges hadn't bothered him, but it did make him feel a bit better for some reason to see someone that was more...He didn't know. It was just a bit more normal that way, rather than everyone being some sort of rare creature.

"Anyway, come with me."

"Where are we going?"

"To meet Ms. Laub."

That was probably a good idea, now that he thought about it. The more that he realized that he had been completely out of it, the more embarrassed he felt. He hadn't meant to completely slow them down by staring at the women that were in the orchard, but seeing so many shemales out there like that...

Well, it was better to stop thinking about it that way. Here on Ms. Laub's estate, that was probably going to be the norm. Not to mention that his mistress was of the same persuasion.

They entered the mansion through the backdoor, and he wasn't too surprised to see that it was as elaborate and richly appointed as the front door probably was. There were suits of armor at either side of the front door, and paintings along the walls...paintings that were surprisingly erotic for how public they were.

His cheeks burned as he was led through the narrow hallway, told to leave his shoes behind at the backdoor. He did as he was told, the cat padding through the house behind the mouse, his eyes drifting between the paintings and the booty that was still swaying back and forth in front of him.

Every time that he saw something particularly good on the wall - whether that was a mouse woman that was presenting her rump to the painter, or some monster that had gotten lucky with another rodent creature - his cock gave a good, hard throb in the cage. He groaned and grimaced every time that it did that, the metal around his shaft reminding him just how much...how much he needed to enjoy this.

She had taken him. Ms. Laub, not Hazel. She had taken him in, and she'd made sure that he knew his place when they talked online. There had never been any doubt of who owned who, or of who was calling the shots. He was the one that had submitted, had bought the cage and sent her the key. She was the one that had invited him here to work as a live-in slut, and he was the one that had accepted that deal with an open heart, open arms, and great eagerness.

He just hoped that he didn't end up regretting it.

"She lives on the second floor," Hazel said, turning to one of the stairwells when they reached one of the main rooms. "There's a dozen or so stairs to get from one level to the next, but this is my favorite."

"Why?"

"Because this one lets you look right up my skirt."

And he looked up as they circled the spiral staircase, and realized that was precisely the case. He could look right up the back of her skirt, and his eyes found her ass right off the bat. His cheeks burned a little bit, his cock throbbing as he watched the way that her panties slid and rolled along her ass cheeks, how they cupped her rump, how when her legs spread, he could see her balls through her thighs. The sight was surprisingly hot, and he wondered if he would have the chance to -

Okay, perhaps I'm not all straight, either...

But that said, he was going to have to earn that right. He had the feeling that Ms. Laub was quite spoiled by all the other girls here, and he doubted that he would be able to earn her affections and her attention that quickly. He needed to be better at this than just throwing himself out there and doing what he was told. He'd have to earn this.

I can't believe I'm doing this...I can't believe this feels so sexy...

That was the hardest thing to believe as they reached the second floor. He still didn't want to leave, despite feeling rather nervous about what was going to happen. He still wanted to try and serve Ms. Laub. It was...weird.

He kept following Hazel, his eyes on her ass, his cheeks burning, his cock aching in the cage. It was impossible for him to look away, just as impossible as it was to consider leaving just yet. He knew that he was going to end up getting fucked, at least a bit, but he hoped that Ms. Laub would allow him to do the fucking from time to time, too. His cheeks burned all the hotter as he imagined himself getting to top the sexy mouse in the far room, when he imagined putting his cock in her ass rather than the other way around.

I can do this...I can...I can do this...

Finally, Hazel came to a full stop. He blinked, stopping just before he walked into her, and she reached for the large wooden doors that were just to the left.

"This is Ms. Laub's study. You may enter and speak with her now."

The teasing was gone, and it was replaced with something that was almost mistress-like in its own way. He blushed as he realized that she was probably going to be put in charge of him at least as much as Mistress Laub, and he hoped that it would work out for the best. At least she looked relatively small.

The doors opened, and he was face to face with the mistress of the mansion. She was a softer-looking woman, less thick than Hazel was in the hips and chest, but with more of a wiry look to the rest of her body. She looked like the lean, mean sort of woman, though she had a nice enough smile on her face when he looked at her. The tan-furred mouse rolled her head slightly to the side, looking at him from a lounging chair, laying on her belly as she looked him in the eye.

It was hard for him to ignore the fact that she was in a lacy set of panties, too, that her breasts were all but uncovered, and that the only thing that covered the rest of her body was a transparent nighty. It was just a perfect set of tantalizing features on display, and his cock ached, hard.

"Ah, Mr. Holt." She smiled, curling her finger. "Come in."

He did as he was told, and Hazel followed behind him. She gestured for him to stop when he was a foot or so away, and she rolled onto her back, looking up at up. Despite her state of undress and the fact that she was only an inch or so away from his balls, he still felt as though she was the one in charge, that he was the one that was on offer here.

He blushed. This was entirely different from the way that the video calls had played out, but the feeling behind it was the same. He was the one here to provide amusement, and if he did well, he would feel good afterward.

"So, Mr. Holt. Have you figured out what sort of role that you're going to have here?"

"I, um, I know that I'm here to be a bit of...a bit of a toy for you..."

"Yes, but you are also here to do a job. And that job does not include merely being there for my needs."

"What do you want me to do?"

She cracked her tail, and he blinked at the whip-like sound. Ginger poked him in the balls, not hard, but firmly enough for him to feel it all too well.

"Remember my title, little kitten. I may be the mouse, but in this manor, I am on top. You would do well to remember that, and how to best refer to me."

"Y-yes, Mistress."

"There you go. Much better, isn't it?"

"May we strip him, Mistress?" Hazel asked.

"Not yet. I want him to understand his role, first."

Once more, Ms. Laub rolled on her lounging chair, this time moving to sit upright. She faced him properly, her head tilted to the side in a measuring sort of gaze, her eyes flicking up and down his body. She seemed to linger around his hips, and his cheeks burned softly.

"Yes. He will do well as a maid."

A maid. Well. That wasn't the worst sort of job, he had to admit. He hadn't thought that he would be jumping into that sort of direct service for her, but then again, he hadn't thought that he'd become a live-in toy, either. There were weirder things in the world, though.

"Hazel will make sure that you get your clothes later, as well as a list of assignments. I think that you will do well...as long as you remember your place."

"Come on, come on, mistress. Can we please strip him, now?"

"I suppose."

Ms. Laub gave him a look that told him to get started, and Ardanis wasted no time, even though he was rather embarrassed to be doing this at all. The feeling of both pairs of eyes on him only made it worse, making him all too aware of what he was doing, of how much he was taking off, of how much everyone was seeing.

The shirt and jacket came off first, leaving him bare from the top. His nipples hardened slightly in the cool air of the study, and he could feel the pair of them devouring him with their eyes. It was like being under a microscope, feeling them looking him up and down, over and around.

God, this was like being on display, and he was getting turned on from it. All the times that he had shown off for his mouse mistress on camera was getting back to him now, the exhibitionism making him wonder if she had kept recordings, if she was going to use those to make him do things.

God, that made him even hornier.

His cock throbbed hard in the cage, begging to be allowed to rise, but it wasn't that sort of cage. All it could do was point down past his balls, dripping helplessly in his underwear.

With his shoes left at the front door, and his socks as well, he took his pants off for them. His underwear bulged a bit more than usual, the cock-ring at the base of the cage forcing his shaft further forward than it would normally be. He grunted at the way that it was so tight feeling, making him look a bit bigger, a bit more impressive, but neither Ginger or Hazel said anything. They just gestured for him to take that off, too.

So, he did.

Standing there in nothing but the chastity cage, the dark-furred cat folded his arms behind him, his eyes down on the floor. The steel rings of the chastity cage rolled down his cock, pinching it in places, keeping it so that the head was tucked right under his balls. They were swollen, too, heavy and a bit more than sensitive right at that moment. He wanted little more than to cum, since the mistress had kept him from that for the last few weeks, just keeping him on edge until he got there.

"Turn."

Ginger's command was to be followed immediately, and so he did. He turned on the spot, slowly, making sure that he kept his legs a bit further apart. He forced his tail up, making sure that it pressed to his back to show off his butt, and he heard the soft hums and chuckles of approval as he followed orders.

"Yes, he'll be good, once he's trained up a little bit."

"Do you want his mouth, mistress?"

"I do. Let's see what he can do."

Already? He hadn't expected that, but as he turned around to face the girls again, Ginger had already sat up and spread her legs. An uncut cock faced him, one that was already stiff, one that was quite long and a bit fat, too.

Oh god. Ohhhhh, god.

"Well, my little toy? What are you waiting for?"

The mouse pointed to the floor, and he did as he was told, going to his knees. He could smell her, the arousal smell something that the fantasies had never accounted for. Yes, he knew that she dripped a lot when she was horny, he had seen that on the videos enough times, but he hadn't thought about what the smell would be like.

One breath brought a warm, thick, almost bitter smell to his nose, and he groaned as he paused a few inches from the tip of her cock. Hazel pressed down on the back of his head, gently pushing him further and further forward, keeping him from chickening out or slowing down. The mistress needed to be tended to, that touch said, and they weren't going to let him slow down, weren't going to let him pull back before it was done.

He groaned under his breath as he felt the smell pressing at his nose, dripping over his face as he was ground against her crotch. The tan-furred mouse looked down at him with a smirk on her face, her arms spread over the edges of her lounge chair. It was clear that she didn't mind seeing him be humiliated, didn't care for his embarrassment. In fact, it only seemed to make her that much more aroused, as if she was enjoying seeing him like this.

Then again, that was consistent with the calls and the way that they had played before, how she had treated him during their games.

"Now."

Hazel pressed against the side of his face, and his jaws popped open. He blinked, wondering how she'd forced his mouth open that way, but he had no time to think about it before he was shoved forward, made to take the entire mouse cock at once.

"Mmmph!"

He gagged, coughing, sputtering. Immediately, he tried to shove his head back, to get some air, to get some space. There was none of either, his eyes rolling back as his air supply was cut off. His throat clamped down again and again, trying to slow down the process, trying to get that cock out of his neck, but there was nothing that he could do.

All he could do was swallow, cough, gag, everything tensing up. His vision started to go black -

Then he was pulled away. He gasped for air, his eyes going wide, coughing fits wracking him as Hazel kept him from falling over.

"Well, I suppose a deepthroat was too much to expect for the first time," Ms. Laub said. "I guess we'll have to train him up for that."

"Can I at least fuck him, teach him that lesson?" Hazel asked.

"No. Not with your size. He's too new to this."

"Awwww..."

Still panting for air, he was thankful that he was given that much mercy. Considering the sizes that he had seen outside, he suddenly doubted that Hazel was as small as she looked in the skirt. That might just be a compression trick, or it might be something like a cage of her own, one that kept the full size of the mouse's shaft from being on display. His butt was still mostly virgin, and he doubted that he could take more than -

"However."

The cat groaned as he was pulled to kneel upright again, turned to look at the tan-furred mouse.

"You may use your fingers. No more than two, however."

"Yay!"

"And you, Mr. Holt."

"Mmmph?"

"You are going to continue learning to suck me. If you can't take the whole thing, then you will take as much as you are capable of taking, and please that."

He groaned, but knew better than to argue. There was no point in pushing Mistress Laub when she said something directly. He had learned that much, at least, during their time together online.

He looked down at her cock, blushing. The smell was still there, though now it was mixed with the smell of spit, too. Still, that heavy musk was more than sufficient to overwhelm the smell of his saliva, and he blushed as he leaned in, dragging his tongue along the shaft, gently working it up.

The taste was thick and salty, and he groaned as he worked his tongue along the underside of the shaft, getting it clean again before slowly guiding the head into his mouth. It required more of a stretch of his jaw than he thought, and he -

"Mmph!"

He barely kept himself from biting down as he felt a finger sliding along his pucker. A glob of spit followed, easing the passage of the digit as it slid into him. His tail went right up, his cock straining once more as she immediately found his prostate and pressed down.

"Mmmph! MMMPH!"

Hazel was not gentle with the pressure on his prostate, hitting it like it was a pleasure button over and over again. Every time that her finger jammed down on it, he felt his cock flick against the cage, making it swing back and forth between his legs. The odd pleasure, so new to him, was nonetheless incredibly intense, making his head spin as she rubbed and pressed and rubbed and pressed it.

"Don't forget me, now, Mr. Holt."

Mistress Laub's fingers pressed into the back of his head, guiding him forward along her cock. The taste of pre-cum rolled along his tongue, but it was so hard to focus on that when -

"Mmmph!"

Another groan from the feeling of her finger starting to pop in and out of his ass, lubed only by one glob of spit after another. It was always regular, always slick, but it was so different, so...so intense to be fingered like this. His hole burned slightly, but his prostate -

The cat groaned louder, unable to speak with a cock in his mouth, shivering as he felt pre-cum flowing for a different reason from his cock. The way that she was pounding his prostate, the way she hit it so brutally hard was so out of character for the little mouse, but it was dominating his cock, forcing it to ooze, to squirt pre-cum through the slit at the end of the cage. He wanted so badly to reach down and stroke himself to the weird feelings in his ass. Just a little bit of touching would have gotten him off, just a few strokes would have been more than sufficient to carry him to orgasm.

But no. He had to be fingered. He had to learn. The cat's cheeks burned hotter than usual as he had to be guided up and down the mistress's cock, as his tail was held high to allow for a better angle for those fingers. He could feel a second one pushing in, just about to breach his rim -

"MMMMPH!"

And then it did, and he was getting hit along the prostate with two fingers at once, two jabbing, hard-hitting fingers that were driving him up the wall. He wanted to scream, he wanted to moan, he wanted to -

He was cumming!

It was pleasurable, but there was something...wrong, something off about it. The way that his cock bunched up and oozed was not the same as usual, not the way that it normally blasted pre-cum and seed out. He felt...he felt pleasure, but the sense of relief that normally came from an orgasm wasn't there in the slightest.

Panting through his nose, he looked up at Mistress Laub. The mouse looked down at him with a smile, shaking her head.

"You didn't think that you'd be allowed to ease that frustration just yet, did you, my little toy? You're going to be suffering that for a long time to come..."

Ardanis groaned, shivering as she petted him between his ears. This was...this was going to be far more intense than he thought. It didn't help that those fingers were moving faster again, grinding on him once more.

"Now, keep going. See if you can get me to cum before Hazel milks you for a second load..."

The End