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Even when there weren't a ton of customers on site at the "Tumble Inn," there was no such thing as a slow night for those who actually came to frequent the establishment.

It was better known to the public as the Ticonderoga Hotel, but the affectionate nickname was one granted by the students who made use of the building not for longer stays, but single nights of passion that needed a place with more privacy than a dorm room or the shade beneath the bleachers.

Heather's attire made it appear as though she was very concerned with her privacy, but then, she enjoyed keeping a low profile. She had a mission in mind, and the last thing she wanted was the wrong person to catch a glimpse under her trench coat; she wasn't in the mood for the questions that might follow, or for the extra company that would surely come along, if given the chance.

The surprise beneath that covering coat was being saved for one person and one person alone, and the tools and toys in the bag were only intended for use on one body, that evening.

High heels didn't waste any effort in leaving a heavy, satisfying tok tok tok wherever she walked, and dark, abyssal sunglasses kept anyone around from daring to steal a peek from her eyes.

Even if someone had managed to catch her attention, they wouldn't have been able to handle the intensity of her stare. The razor focus in her gaze was saving stragglers from a fate that they simply weren't prepared for.

The sound of heels striking the floor faded from anyone else in the hotel as Heather carried on, the ursine making her way around the far corner of the top floor. Those rooms in the corners were kept a little further away from the ordinary hotel rooms, and though they were more expensive, they were well worth the price for anyone who wanted the privacy of a room with a lovely view of the city to boot...and those who paid the extra coin would find they could be as loud as they wanted without living in fear of a noise complaint.

Some of the tools in Heather's bag would appreciate the freedom to be used so liberally, just as much as Heather, herself. She could practically feel the contents bouncing and jumping around as she paused, taking just a moment to look over either of her shoulders; the toys could wait a moment longer to make sure that she wasn't followed.

A quick blip blip and a flash of green meant that Heather had access, and the door only opened just enough to brush along her coat as she stepped inside, and with only the turn of her hip, she pushed the door closed behind her. A paw made time to turn the deadbolt and shift the latch into place, and for a moment, the cave bear drank in the serenity of peace, privacy and the comforting lights of the cityscape below her, creating an under-glow for the picturesque windows.

"Good evening, my pet. Did you miss me?"

Such a view of the city would enrapture even the coldest of souls, but Heather was still more taken by the sight of the woman that was kneeling on the bed, just to the side of the windows.

"Yes, Mistress...I missed you terribly ," she answered, waiting just long enough to know that she wouldn't interrupt Heather in the process of answering.

The quiver of her body was as much a show of her effort as it was her anticipation: arms that weren't used to being trapped for so long were still bound behind her, pushing her shoulders back and her chest forward, turning her into a living work of art. No clothing remained to hide any part of her bodice from Heather's discerning gaze, and save for a blindfold, no cloth dared to touch the naked fluff of her fur whatsoever.

"You did such a wonderful job, waiting for me like this," Heather offered brief, but sincere praise of her pet as she set her back on the edge of the bed. "Not that you need the reminder, but loyalty of this nature will be rewarded."

The blindfold was perhaps the cruelest implement on Alice's body, when the first button of Heather's trench coat came undone. That was enough to reveal that Heather wasn't covering her breasts with anything else, but slow, agonizing button by button, she revealed the full valley of gray fur that covered her torso, made her way to the abdomen, and finally revealed the subtle, dripping warmth of her womanhood, completely uncovered under the coat itself.

All the while, Alice could just hear the sound of those buttons coming apart, but she wasn't fortunate enough to feel the silky touch of the blindfold lifting away from her face, denying her the chance to see her mistress in a unique and gripping set of lingerie.

Stripes of different purple shades lined the leggings that ran from her ankles and hugged all the way along her thighs, and matching arm-warmers coated the very tips of her fingers with the same pattern, wrapping all the way up to the middle of her arms. The dark tint on her shades came away with a click , and Heather was completely revealed to the red panda, just a breath from allowing Alice to see the glory of her mistress.

"Spending all this time kneeling must have left you so, so sensitive," Heather taunted. She leaned against the edge of the bed just enough to shift it...just enough to let the smaller submissive know that she was coming, before she lifted her knee onto the mattress and began her approach. "I can only imagine what a touch in the right place might do to you..."

It was the buckle along the side of her thigh-high, shaped like a heart, that brushed along the side of Alice's hip first, as though Heather was going to crawl past her.

As much patience as the pair had already shown for each other that evening, Alice was almost frightened by the idea, as if she thought she might never feel the comforting touch of Heather's fur upon her own...

...But whimpering at the cool, unforgiving touch of the metal buckle wasn't going to win Heather's favor anytime soon.

"Mnn..."

"When did I say you could moan, pet?"

Alice stifled another sound between her lips and her teeth, but biting her lip wouldn't prove enough for long: eager digits cupping the underside of her breath put her resistance to such a test that she knew she was going to fail, and only the matter of when she failed was yet to be determined.

That Alice would put in so much effort in the first place was what made her such a wonderful pet, but being obedient wouldn't be enough to spare her some punishment; she was seconds away from it when she felt a gloved fingertip trailing down the valley of her slender torso and coming to a stop along the inside of her thigh.

It was amazing that a single digit was capable of such a tease, but Heather moved her fingertip with that much purpose, brushing just along the side of Alice's clit and offering the possibility that she might give it a touch. Instead, her palm opened and turned in, cupping the inside of Alice's thighs and inspecting her flesh as if it was the very first time that Heather was so lucky to have the chance.

"You've never been this sensitive before, have you? Never even thought it was possible, I bet."

There was a sharp edge to Heather's tongue: poor Alice was feeling it with every word the ursine offered, and none cut so deep as the reminder of how tender her flesh had become.

It wasn't enough for Heather to control the bodice of her pet, after all...she was greedier than that, and her reach extended all the way to controlling Alice when her mistress was nowhere to be found.

Thanks to that, Alice hadn't known the bliss of an orgasm for the better part of a month, and just that single brush near the petals of her womanhood was enough to bring fresh, liquid arousal to coat the delicate flesh of her mound.

"Something the matter, Alice? You're whining like a proper little slut..."

Much as she knew better than to speak out against her mistress, Alice didn't think it was possible to reach such peaks of delight from a brief, simple rub against her inner thigh.

She couldn't imagine her breasts being so sensitive without being painfully tender, but she hadn't been overstimulated: it was the total opposite, leaving her body starved for attention and desperate for any touch that was forcing a low, pathetic groan from her lips.

"You really think complaining about your situation is going to make it any better?"

That already sharp tongue was being pressed to a whetstone, such that Alice felt the sting of the words in one breath, and the delightful chill of skillful fingers roaming further and further up her thighs in the next.

She was worried what might happen to her if Heather made any real contact with her most erogenous flesh, but that would take nothing away from the teasing that put her in such a position in the first place.

Having been brought to the brink of orgasm before Heather tied her up and left her on her knees, Alice was already riding the edge of a climactic high, so close to that needed release that her whole body had become an erogenous zone.

"Last chance to hush yourself, you little slut..."

The words were harsh, but Alice still loved to hear them. Her lips were quivering, but a tiny smile was taking that delicate flesh and curling it in anticipation of what punishment she could milk from her mistress.

She knew better than to think that she was in control of the situation, but if she could manage to push even one of Heather's buttons, she wasn't going to pass on that opportunity.

"Mnn...mmm!"

It was a stronger whimper; forced, to be sure, but one that Heather played right into, matching her pet's grin inch for inch.

"Such a naughty little thing...you want to cry so badly? I'll give you plenty to cry about!"

Alice didn't dare to budge from the spot, even when her legs were free to at least try to make a break for it.

If she'd been foolish enough, she would have taken her punishment with a side helping of exhaustion, but staying in place, she made it clear that she thought she was ready to deal with whatever Heather could dish out.

The cave bear dipped a paw into the bag at the edge of the bed and fished around, keeping her eyes on Alice all the while and enjoying the sight of the red panda, squirming in place with a growing burden of anticipation about her: she was already dripping with excitement, but in other ways, she was giving Heather signs that she was ready to handle whatever her mistress could dole out.

"Get that poorly behaved ass over here," Heather instructed, as she plopped her own backside onto the edge of the bed. "Perhaps you can be taught to cooperate, yet!"

Holding a paddle with a fluffy coating in one paw and the neck of the red panda in the other, Heather showed not only impressive dexterity in the way she maneuvered, but overwhelming strength in bending her pet to her whims, figuratively and literally, with fluid ease.

Alice only gave the slightest resistance, but then, she knew it would be wasted effort to push back against Heather's open palm.

"Please, p-please be gentle, Mistress," Alice offered a brief plea as her naked body draped over the ursine's lap. "Oh, o-oh no...not the paddle!"

Heather's grin stretched from ear to ear, and her arm reached far overhead, giving the paddle a few feet of range before it would ever strike the naked backside of the red panda.

When it finally made contact, it wasn't quite the brutal swat that Alice was expecting, but that was somehow worse when she was so sensitive to begin with: the lack of pain allowed her to focus on the pleasure of something brushing against her ass, and an already lifted tail pushed even higher, inviting Heather to take another pass.

"For your protest, you sure seem to be enjoying yourself," Heather mentioned. She lifted the paddle away, but this time, she gave much less backswing and much greater follow through, rattling Alice over her lap and sending a proper shockwave through her tiny figure. "Perhaps I'll have to go even harder than that, hm?"

The fluff of the paddle rested against Alice, stroking between her thighs and just tickling the peak of her womanhood.

It was absolute torture to feel something so heavenly, and yet, so distant that she couldn't appreciate how pleasurable it really should have been. Alice knew she wasn't doing herself any favors, but as the paddle tickled her backside, she bucked and humped against the side of Heather's lap, hoping she might finally break through and know the pleasure of a month's long climax.

SMACK!

Instead, she got carried away, failing to notice that the paddle was lifted with full range, brought down even harder on the third smack. Her entire backside trembled on the other side of that strike, and a helpless body shuddered with a heavy enough mingling of bliss and brutality that she couldn't properly cling to either one.

"Ah...ah! Mistress, t-that's...that's too hard!" Alice protested, thinking she might be able to milk a little more effort out of Heather's wrist.

She did feel one more stroke of the paddle on her backside, but it was a softer touch, laced with naughtier thoughts than a mere spanking could convey.

"Still speaking without my permission?"

Alice gulped.

"If you wanna put that dirty little mouth to use, I'll give you something much sweeter to suck on," Heather finished her thought and tossed the dampened paddle aside. She was full of surprises, and her fingertips working at the knots that kept Alice's arms bound together was only the latest in a string of them, but Alice knew better than to think that she'd be allowed to keep any sense of freedom.

She didn't dare to put up a fight with her arms, even when new vitality rushed through them. Her flesh was nearly cold to the touch from being restrained for so long, and pins and needles rushed along her skin as she was effortlessly pushed to the top edge of the bed, right into the headboard.

There was a genuine blend of arousal and nerves swimming around in the pits of Alice's eyes, and as they widened, she was helpless to stop Heather from tying up her arms once more, this time sliding the ropes through the gaps in the headboard and leaving her paws stretched as far away from each other as the frame would allow.

"You think you've earned a little more freedom than this, I'm sure...but the fact of the matter is that you're only just scratching the surface of getting that job done," Heather explained. "In fact, I don't think you've quite been working hard enough..."

With her arms already tied into the headboard, Alice was going to have her work cut out for her in a whole new way, but she didn't anticipate that Heather would have yet another trick up her sleeve, when the ursine crawled back toward the edge of the bed.

There were plenty of other tricks and toys hidden in the bag waiting there, however, and another pair of ropes and restraints told of Heather's intentions before she had a chance to spill them.

"But if you were forced to use nothing but that foul, little mouth of yours...I wonder if you might be able to prove your dedication?" Heather posited the question as she turned her back to Alice, the nub of her ursine tail lifted in an obvious tease; the poor red panda still couldn't see a thing through her blindfold, but she could feel the weight of a rope dancing around her ankle and tightening her entire leg to the edge of the bed.

Heather took her time moving to Alice's other leg, giving the red panda a chance to flail about with the kind of indignation that one might show when being trapped under the weight of their own arousal...but much to her delight, her pet was quivering against the bed, but she didn't make any efforts to escape.

Instead, she held steady and made it easy for Alice to tie a perfect knot with the extra length of rope, trapping Alice that much further into her fate.

It was only then that Heather's pet decided to test the limits of the new bondage, and a quick shake of her leg reveled only the twitch of her thigh and the shift of her ankle: when she gave it a genuine effort, she didn't feel any difference in the yield of the restraints.

She's really being serious, Alice thought. I can't move at all...

Having that reality dawn on her brought a fresh trickle of arousal down the length of her already glistening petals, and ever the tease, Heather turned and brought a fingertip to those pouted folds, drawing the warmth of her flesh back up toward her pet's clit.

"Look at that! If I didn't know any better, I'd say you came a little from a single touch...but my pet is more enduring than that, isn't she?"

Alice nodded, the gesture subtle and delicate at first...but another press upon the hood of her clit forced her lips into a tight purse, and finally, a fang poked into the softer flesh of her lips, revealing just how sensitive she'd become.

"Good thing, too. I can't begin to tell you how much longer you'd have to wait if you ended up sneaking in an inch on me, Alice...you'd learn the true meaning of a mile, for that."

An already slender red panda looked that much slimmer with her body forced into a stretch, but Heather only took a lingering moment to admire that delicious spread; she wasn't the one about to have a meal, after all.

Finally giving the smooth, tender flesh of Alice's womanhood a break, the ursine began her ascent toward the still pursed lips of her pet, eager to see if Alice was harboring a greater sense of personal need, or a greater appetite.

"Go on, pet...I know I've kept you starved for attention," Heather teased. "Eat up."

She was climbing up Alice's body all the while, but when she properly dropped the soaking petals of her womanhood on the red panda's snout, she barely had a chance to rock her hips into place before Alice was desperately pressing the flat of her tongue against the offered flesh.

Alice was soaking wet, herself, but she hadn't been granted the sight of Heather's petals; not a single inch of the curvy, ursine form was granted to Alice to that point, and with the blindfold still intact, Alice didn't expect that to change anytime soon.

She had to work by feel, knowing the warmth of the cave bear first, before the moisture of Heather's arousal had a chance to spill down the underside of Alice's chin.

Once that flow was started, however, Alice wasn't sure that she'd be able to keep up with the plentiful juices; she was more than happy to be soaked, but if her best efforts weren't enough to keep Heather satisfied, there was no telling if she'd ever end up earning the orgasm she so desperately needed.

"That's the way, baby...make your Momma Bear nice and h-happy," Heather allowed a rare stumble to creep into her words, but she was far from losing control of the situation, or the pet that was trapped between her full, thick thighs. "Keep pushing that tongue...d-deeper...drink up every drop, love!"

Alice hardly needed the encouragement, anymore.

At the behest of waiting for her orgasm alone, Heather could have bent her to just about any whim, but for the promise of finally being given a chance to cum, Alice would have pushed every inch of her tongue wherever Heather instructed.

"You're doing well, my pet...s-so well...such a good girl ," Heather offered her praises freely by then, feeling that Alice had earned more than the casual compliments that she'd received along the way. "Keep pushing it now, Alice...show me what a wonderful little pet you can be!"

As much pleasure as the ursine drew from letting those warm, squirming inches dig deeper and deeper into the tight, welcoming passage of her sex, Heather wasn't going to be satisfied by a single orgasm anymore than her pet was.

The teasing hints of such a thing were present every step of the way, with Heather dipping a single fingertip back and dancing it all the way down Alice's body. The digit wandered between her pet's modest bosom and danced around the supple flesh of each breast, but it wasn't until she tickled over the proud, erect warmth of Alice's clit that Heather felt the whole bed shudder beneath her.

"Oh, my...guess I'll have to be a little more careful about where I go touching, won't I?" Heather asked, her entire body shifting atop the pleasurable seat that was Alice's maw. "Can't have you getting off too early, can we? I still don't think you've..._mm..._learned y-your lesson just yet..."

This was just the first of many orgasms that she'd planned for the evening, and letting a greater volume of juices spill over the sides of Alice's muzzle, Heather was looking forward to marking her pet over and over again as the night progressed.

Through the eager panting of the red panda and her own growing ecstasy, Heather finally brought her palms back to the headboard and grabbed on tight, alleviating some of the pressure from Alice's maw...but doing nothing to help the red panda keep up with the fluid demands of cleaning up such a messy orgasm.

"That's it...n-now go for the clit and...s-suck it hard , pet," Heather ordered, her paws coming to rest on the headboard for some dearly needed support. "That's the way, baby...m-make your mistress cum... make her cum!"

Claws raked at the wood and drew deep, harsh trails through the softer pulp, giving Alice just a hint of what Heather was capable of when her body was pushed to a proper limit.

It was a thrilling thing to see, but to know that she'd been the one to cause it was the only moment of empowerment that Alice would feel throughout the process of earning her release; to have given her mistress the same with nothing more than an eager tongue and dedicated lips was validating , in the most sensual way.

"You really are q-quite the dedicated little thing, aren't you?" Heather asked, panting her way through the rigors of her climax and bucking her mound against Alice every breath of the way. "Not that I'd dare to complain about you finally showing your mistress a little love and dedication...but...I suppose that means you've earned just a hint of respite."

Alice was convinced that she'd done far more than earn a break, but she wasn't in a position to argue with her mistress; she wouldn't even know how to describe such a thing, much less how to recognize when she had the opportunity.

"I'm still not letting you go, mind you, but I'm more than happy to give you a few seconds to catch your breath," Heather picked her words carefully; Alice catching a breath was fine, but cleaning the warm, slick juices from her lips and cheeks would have been a criminal thing. "It'll take me a minute or two to get the rest of your surprise ready, anyway."

She didn't want to feel the weight and warmth of her mistress slipping away, leaving Alice to pout just audibly enough for Heather to hear the sound of her protest.

"Oh, relax," Heather murmured. "I promise it'll be worth the wait, my pet...I've never let you down before, have I?"

"Not even once, Mistress," Alice replied.

As she passed the bag at the end of the bed, opting for a box that had been waiting on the nightstand all the while, Heather's lips curled into a wicked grin.

"And this time will be no different, my dear."

There was a certain comfort to be taken, as far as the red panda was concerned: she didn't always know what Heather was planning, but to have that level of trust in the ursine was a beautiful thing.

She could count on a surprise, but she didn't have to live in fear of the pain that was coming...only in the blissful anticipation of her continued sexual awakening, at the hands of her talented lover.

"I don't suppose that you feel like you've gotten your fill just yet," Heather murmured. She kept her attention on the box, lifting the lid slowly and moving a long, thick piece of false flesh from the comforting tomb of velvet that wrapped around it. "But your mistress is more than happy to change that, Alice..."

Gulping, but still unaware of what was planned for her, Alice tried to imagine what else Heather could have been hiding all the while.

She didn't see the way that Heather ran the full, flat weight of her tongue along the unique tip of the toy, giving it a hint of extra lubrication to help with the first pass.

She was denied the sight of Heather lining the fake cock up with the petals of her womanhood, and even when she felt the messy tip slipping along her folds and resting against the nub of her clit with delightful pressure, she wasn't allowed to see what she'd gotten herself into.

Instead, she was kept guessing, until that weight shifted and pushed through the initial, tight grip of her resistance. Feeling a push behind it, Alice tried her best to relax, but the toy was impressively thick, so much that she'd need a bit more of a warmup to be on the receiving end of it.

"My Mistress is t-too kind to me," Alice offered, knowing it was one of the rare times she'd be able to get away with speaking out of turn. "And she a-always fulfills my every need...o-oh...oh fuck , that's...that's very fulfilling!"

Inch after inch pushed into her with a slower gait than Heather would have preferred, but the toy demanded a little more time and respect than a careless shove would allow.

Alice was grateful to know the flesh of the toy whatsoever, and as she adjusted, she felt the warmth of Heather's palm coming closer and closer to pressing upon the soaking petals of her mound; she was desperate to take the whole toy and prove herself to her mistress, especially when such pleasure was waiting for her on the other side of that first thrust.

"Such a good pet deserves to be fulfilled," Heather explained. She left the heel of her palm against the base of the toy, keeping it in place and forcing Alice's inner muscles to quake and grip at the flesh, until she was able to hold it inside without need for further adjustment. "So tell me, Alice...what would you find most fulfilling?"

The chance to call the shots was such a rare thing for a pet like Alice that she was overwhelmed by the possibility, but Heather was planting the seeds of an idea all the while: she could guess what the red panda's answer would be, before the words ever reached her quivering lips.

"To feel my Mistress pounding into me...loving me... fucking me ," Alice was blunt in a way that she'd never been, controlled as much by her desires as the ursine that stood above her. "I need it so badly, Mistress...I need you to f-fuck me, please!"

She knew her requests would be heard, but she wasn't entirely sure that they would be honored; just because she could trust Heather didn't mean that she'd earned herself that kind of release from the dominant bear.

"You've got to work your way up to it, but...I do love it when you tell me what you want, pet," Heather assured her. "And by now, I'd say that you've more than earned your fair share of your Mistress' cock..."

Though Alice missed the approach due to her blindfold, she could feel the bed shifting under the weight of Heather's approach, and her sensitive ears could easily pick out the sound of buckles being strapped together, locking the sex toy into place on Heather's crotch.

Leaning the mass of her hips into the back of the toy, Heather was able to push Alice to the brink with just one push, but Alice knew better than to think that she'd be allowed to get off just yet...

...Or that she'd be allowed to stop getting off, once she started.

"Please, g-give it to me," Alice begged again, failing to remember the full address to give to her mistress. "I can't take it anymore...I...I need this so badly , Mistress!"

Heather recoiled from the hips, allowing the soaking mass of the toy to spill back and reveal just how wet Alice had become in waiting; the extra bit of spittle on the end of the toy was a formality more than anything.

"I'd say you do," Heather agreed. "You've sprung quite a leak down there, young lady...good thing I've got something here to plug it up with."

She still wasn't in quite the right posture: Heather wanted to be able to pump from the knees and stay high above Alice, enjoying the sight of her pet's body rocking and quivering against the sheets.

A set of spare pillows did the trick, and their plentiful fluff was slowly blown out by the weight of Alice's backside coming to settle against them. Her slender bodice was enough to do away with some of the extra cushion, but they still proved more than enough to lift the red panda's hips to just the right angle for Heather: she'd be able to give her pet everything she had, pumping fully from the hip and the knee.

Without having to bend much at all, the ursine was able to capture her pet's hips in an eager grasp. "Is this what you were after, pet? Is this what you've wanted all along?" she asked, leaning over just enough to dip a thumb into the side strap of the blindfold.

It came away slowly, but Alice still had to squint and adjust her eyes to the warm glow of the lights overhead. They framed behind Heather in such a way that her dominant cruelty was offset by a halo of light, making her more to look like an angel than the devilish creature that she truly was.

"You know how much I've needed it, Mistress," Alice countered, knowing the risk of putting her partner on the spot when she'd finally gotten a taste of what she was after. "A whole month of licking...stroking...teasing...e-even fingering me, but never getting me off...I feel like I'm about to burst, Mistress!"

"Is that right?"

Heather pumped forth with such vigor that it shook the whole frame of the bed, but the sturdy construction kept it from banging against the wall.

Instead, Alice felt the full weight of the thrust, and a shrill cry escaped her muzzle as she felt the genuine effort of her mistress in the most direct, heavenly way.

"Let's see what happens when you do burst, baby..."

Claws raked at the edges of Alice's hips, stroking down through her fur and leaving subtle trails of her lover's aggression on her flesh. It only gave a pleasant tickle and a much needed scratch, but there was still a greater itch that needed tending to.

Lucky for Alice, the weight of the toy was pushing forth again, spreading her inner walls just to the brink of what they could handle, forcing her to struggle for another fulfilling breath.

She needed it to reach the brink of that first orgasm, and when she sucked in such a gasp that she thought she could feel that breath pressing down against the tip of the glorious toy, a warm, fresh streak of feminine arousal leapt from her folds and soaked the shaft of her mistress' cock.

"O-oh...my goodness...Mistress, I'm...c-cumming... I'm cumming!"

Being able to manage that much was a genuine accomplishment when she could hardly draw the breath to stay conscious, but Alice didn't dare to black out, right then.

She'd known the delight of a prolonged session and the weight of a full-body orgasm that could come at the end of the same, but she'd never been part of a session that effectively lasted an entire month.

Cumming after an hour of stimulation was already a wonderful thing, but cumming after so many days of teasing and chastity was almost a curse; Alice was trying to decide if she could handle being teased for such a long time without release ever again, but the pleasure that wracked her body and forced her thrash and writhe against her straps was beyond anything she'd ever known before.

Fortunately for her, it wasn't her decision to make: Heather still held the proverbial keys to her sexual release, and even when she felt Alice's womanhood clenching, seizing and milking at the toy, she didn't break her stride, forcing the exhausted submissive right into another climax.

"You're squirming so much...I can barely move my hips!" Heather declared, leaning her weight further into the red panda and keeping her smaller body in a dominated state, allowing only the waves of pleasure to dictate her movements. "Keep fighting back, pet...k-keep showing your mistress how much you love being fucked by her!"

Paws that were once content to rest at the hip moved under Alice's arched back and kept her secured there, lifting the middle of her frame far away enough from the bed that Heather could keep her own maw occupied, as well.

As Alice cried sweet nothings into her ear, speaking of just how much bliss she felt in the midst of the act, Heather kept her tongue and teeth busy, nibbling at the delicate, perky flesh at the peaks of her pet's nipples. Each nip was enough to draw another squeak from the red panda, but each time, she eased the subtle bliss of that pain away with the eager swipe of a tongue, until the buds had become genuinely tender to the touch.

That wasn't enough to slow Heather's approach at all, but she did change gears, as comforting lips sealed around each peak and suckled delicately, drinking up as much of her pet's natural bouquet as she could.

"My lovely...a-adorable little pet," Heather whispered around her mouthful as she pummeled into the submissive creature, driving every inch of the strap-on into her depths with every pass. "You make such wonderful sounds when I'm fucking you silly..."

Alice didn't intend to give such a squeaky reply, but she couldn't keep up with Heather's pace, any longer.

Her eyes were already starting to roll back from the bliss of being assaulted with a rapid series of orgasms, but all the while, she'd at least tried to keep up with Heather's driving bodice.

She'd finally reached a point where she was little more than a cocksleeve to the bear, barely able to respond to a level of pleasure that should have left her body in a feverish tremble. Even when lips kissed their way up from her breasts and eager fangs nipped and nibbled at the side of her neck, Alice barely responded...and the fluttering of her inner muscles had become an unconscious act.

If not for the continued sensation of her climax, she would have passed out already, but there was just enough stimulation to keep her awake and cognizant for the final seconds of the act.

"You've completely soaked the bed, baby...such a messy little pet..."

It was a compliment of such a high order that Alice was still able to smile about it, but feeling a comforting kiss upon her cheek and a whisper in her ear, the red panda never processed those words.

Her mistress had proven too much for her, yet again...but at least this time, Alice was allowed to finish, first.

**

The bed was shaking the entire time, but this was something different.

This was a rare and comforting bounce, as though Alice was being carried; when she came to, she was barely able to see the smiling expression of her mistress above her, lugging her through the hotel suite to the expansive bathroom.

"I...I'm sorry, Mistress."

"For what, exactly?"

The water was already running, and Heather dipped her toes in to check for warmth. Satisfied with a single touch, she climbed over the ledge of the wide, whirlpool tub, still holding her pet in an embrace that told Alice she had nothing to be sorry for in the first place.

"I couldn't finish with you, Mistress. I...I didn't have enough energy left."

"Because you'd already given me everything you had," Heather explained to her, letting Alice rest in her lap as she gathered a washcloth. She ran it through the host of bubbles gathered on the surface, and immediately pressed it into her lover's back. "I couldn't ask for anything more than that, my pet...and I wouldn't , either. You did so well, Alice..."

There was greater affection in her voice every time she used the red panda's real name, such that Alice was red for another reason entirely when she curled into her mistress and closed her eyes again.

She was terribly sore from being tied up for so long that night, but to have someone warm and soothing to rest against while her tired muscles were tended to was just the kind of aftercare she needed; somehow, Heather always seemed to know what Alice needed out of life.

"You still need a little something more, don't you?" the cave bear asked, seeing how eagerly Alice was nuzzling into her lover's chest. "Go on, then...drink your fill, my darling."

Tired ears perked right up with that permission, and as the washcloth scrubbed over her shoulder blades and down the to the small of her back, Alice took delight in cupping Heather's larger bosom one at a time, putting both paws on either side to frame up the nipple.

She was delicate from start to finish, fluttering her tongue against the tasty nub and bringing it to a proud erection before she dared to kiss upon it...but once there, her lips suckled and smoothed over the spot with such vigor and talent that Heather couldn't keep the pleasure from her voice.

"Feels to me like...y-you might be ready to go again," she teased, knowing Alice would need a little longer than that. "Tell me, pet: what kind of limits do you feel like pushing next?"

With her mouth so busy at work on her lover's chest, Alice didn't want to pause to answer, especially when there was another breast in need of that same attention.

She was taking her time on purpose, having the rare opportunity to tease her mistress for making her wait an entire month for a release; her body was still trembling in the aftermath of reaching such a lofty peak, but she'd already made up her mind on her answer, even before she cupped the other breast and lifted it toward her muzzle.

"Whatever limit my mistress wants to push," she whispered, her lips curled in a knowing grin; something as vague as that would only bring further punishment about, but that was a limit the red panda was always happy to test. "Whatever she thinks I can handle...and whatever she can handle, too."

It was a bold declaration to make, but one that would be taken to heart before their weekend vacation was through.