Birthday in the Dungeon
This is my first story on Yiffstar, so, if I make a newby mistake, please bear that in mind.
Characters:
Ryan: 20 years old, cougar, smaller build. He's the sub in the relationship, and the story is written from his perspective.
Jack: 23 years old, tiger, larger build. He's the dom.
"Oh? Someone's an eager little sub tonight," my boyfriend said playfully, looking up from his book.
I wanted to surprise him for his birthday, so, while he was busy reading, I had gone to the bedroom, strapped on a collar and leash, and bound my hands in a pair of leather manacles (not an easy thing to do alone). Besides that I was only wearing a pair of jeans over a bright red speedo. It was a little get-up that I knew would arouse him, but would allow for plenty of "build up" if he was in the mood for that. Or, he could simply tear them off and show me what an animal he could be. Either would be fun, and I was eager to find out which he would choose.
I got on my knees in front of him and started purring, offering the leash with both hands. He chuckled as he accepted it, apparently pleased by my willing submission, and stood up with the leash in hand. "Now," he said, his voice taking on a bit of authority, "this is a birthday present, right?"
I nodded, eagerly smiling up at him. "Yes, sir. That means-"
A sharp tug on my leash bade me be silent. "That means, kitten, that I own you tonight," he growled, leering down at me. I flinched away, not sure what to do; had I really offended him by presuming to tell him what that meant, or was he just playing along? Then he winked, and continued, "And I'm not in the mood for an obedient boy-bitch... I'd rather break one in, if you catch my meaning."
Oh, I knew exactly what he meant. After giving him a fleeting smile to show him my own excitement, I went into "unwilling captive" mode. Putting on a mask of fear, I started tugging on the leash as if I was trying to get away.
That did it; he stepped on the leash and pulled on his end, forcing me to bend down at his feet. I felt his warm breath by my neck, and a moment later heard him say, "Try that again and I'll stretch your asshole so wide that I could park my truck in it. I'm not going easy on you tonight, kitten, but you will obey me. Understood?"
I only whimpered, but he seemed satisfied with that. He took his foot off the leash and hauled me up by my arm, and whispered "Standard rules and safe-words, got it?" I gave a brief nod, both of us were cemented into our characters. Probably for the rest of the night. He shook his head in mock disappointment, saying "I haven't even started yet, and you're already whining? Oh, I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight!" With that, forced me down onto my hands and knees again and made me crawl where he led me. I knew where we were going; it was a room we had both created, full of various restraining structures and sex-toy cabinets. Inside it's cinder-block walls were the memories of our previous engagements, from the mostly tame love-making to the most passionate and excessive fucking. It was the Dungeon.
***
He half walked / half dragged me across the concrete floor, eliciting from me a few more mewls of pain. Still, I was loving every minute of it; the strong and dominant tiger was going to do whatever he wanted with me, and I had a hard time hiding the tent in my pants. He led me to the corner of the room and attached the end of my leash to a simple metal framework, a piece of "furniture" that I knew very well. Four sturdy steel posts supported a square frame at the top, and along each of them ran several hookup points where ropes or chains could be locked in place. Simple, but incredibly efficient for most stand-up bondage scenes.
He took a few moments to attach a some cuffs and chains to the base of the frame, then unhooked my leash and pulled me into a standing position. After standing me between two of the posts, he commanded, "Now, spread your legs."
I kept my legs defiantly closed but he simply moved behind me and wrapped his arms around my chest, rubbing his hands through my chest fur and teasing my nipples. "Oh, I love it when they resist," he purred by my ear, his voice deep and sensual. Then he dug his claws into my skin, growling, "But if I have to spread your legs myself, things are going to get very ugly, very quickly. Got it?"
I whimpered and spread my legs. Soon, he had shackled both my ankles to opposite bars and hoisted my hands well above my head with a chain. I was basically immobile. Of course, this position gave the tiger an excellent view of my-
"Well look at this," he taunted, massaging the bulge in my pants. "I guess the kitten is enjoying this more than he was letting on. Don't worry," he squeezed down almost uncomfortably hard, "I'll make you scream like a bitch in heat before I'm done with you."
He continued grinding my cock in his hand until I moaned with pleasure, then he abruptly stopped. "Don't want my kitten going off too soon, now do I?" he teased, giving more slack to the cords by my ankles so I could bring my legs together again. Then, without warning, he pulled my pants and underwear down. I gave a yowl in surprise, but he just chuckled and said, "Don't worry kitten, I'm not going to fuck you. Not yet, anyway. I'm just making you a bit more comfortable..." I heard something rustle, then felt him slip something between my legs. I looked down, and to my (feigned) horror I saw him pull a diaper up my legs and start snuggling it up to my crotch.
"No!" I yelled, clenching my legs together so he couldn't pull it any higher. He gave my bare backside a stinging swat, but I just whimpered and kept clenched.
"Boy," he growled threateningly, "open your legs and let me diaper you, or your backside is going to be red as a tomato-"
"Please," I begged, "please don't make me wear a diaper..."
He paused. Then, "You really don't want to wear a diaper?" His voice was oddly thoughtful, but with a hint of roguish deception. What was he doing? Offering me a way out?
I decided to stick to the rules, ie, 'no stopping unless they say the safe word'. Hoping he would get it, I said, "Er, no, I don't want to wear a diaper?"
He smiled broadly, and tugged it out from between my legs. Then, heedless of the confusion on my face, he walked out of my field of vision. I strained to hear him, but I still couldn't figure out what he was doing; there was some rummaging, the sound of a faucet being run, and a few unidentifiable noises throughout. Finally, I heard him padding back behind me. I still couldn't see him when he finally said, "I'll make you a deal, kitten." He caressed my butt with one hand, then continued, "If you can go for an hour without soiling yourself, I won't make you wear a diaper."
That's all? That's not difficult. Was he losing his edge? "Well, okay," I said, unable to mask the disappointment, "I agree to-WHOA!"
Something about the size and shape of an egg was shoved into my anus, but was well-lubed enough that it didn't hurt very much. Then it passed the 'point of no return'; my muscles instinctively clamped down on it, and, due to its shape, it was forced even deeper into my rectum. I couldn't get it out myself unless I really tried to force it, and even then it would take a while. Jack spoke up again, amused. "I think you'll find it a bit more difficult than you first guessed." As I felt something warm rushing into my bowels, it finally clicked; he's giving me an enema! Right on cue, he edged around in front of me and hung the enormous enema bag where I could see it clearly. "A gallon," he said grinning at the look of shock on my face. "And the hour starts only when tha bag is empty."
I tried to keep the grin from coming to my face; he knew just how to get me turned on, and he was doing it marvelously. Still, it was his night for fun, and, while I wasn't prohibited from pleasure, his came first. I was going to hold it for as long as I could. Anything less, and Jack would be disappointed. I screwed up my face as if I wasn't enjoying it, trying to get back into the 'unwilling captive' mentality.
It seemed an eternity before the enema bag was loose and floppy, and by then I felt like my intestines were filled to the limit. He patted my distended belly teasingly, then went behind me to pull the plug out. "Don't spill a drop, kitty, or you'll get another enema and be diapered anyway," he growled, trying to work it out while I squirmed. A few moments later, it was out. I breathed a sigh of relief, but it was short lived. "Let's up the stakes," he mocked, grabbing my pants and underwear and pulled them back up around my waist. Giving my butt a playful pat, he gave a licentious growl and said, "Wouldn't want to mess those pants, would we? Now, I'll be back in an hour to see how you did."
I gave him a deep throated growl, but he just ignored me and refastened my legs to the side-poles. Then, without another word, he left. I was alone in the dungeon. Alone, except for the growing pressure in my bowels as the need to defecate grew ever more pressing.
***
At first, I was all right; I was uncomfortable, yes, but the urge to 'expel' was manageable. Practicing some calm breathing exercises, I was able to last for the first ten or fifteen minutes.
Then the cramps started. They were small at first, but were still well within tolerable limits. But I could feel my body start to respond to the fluid, and my body was telling me that it wanted the water out. I started clenching my cheeks, fighting the urge to relax and just let go, when a big cramp hit me. I whimpered, clenching my anus as tight as it would until the cramp subsided. But I couldn't relax; oh no. I was at the point where my body was actually trying to force the liquid out of me, my stomach rumbling as the uncontrollable muscles in my intestines started trying to force the liquid out without the mind's consent.
My fur was beaded with perspiration from the constant effort to stay shut and the ever growing discomfort. And, try as I might, I couldn't close my legs to hold it in better. Of course, Jack had planned for that all along. At least he hadn't put any glycerin suppository liquid in the mix; that would have forced even the conscious muscles to relax, giving me no control over my bowels whatsoever. No, he gave me enough of a chance to fight, but not to win; I couldn't last an hour, and he knew it.
Finally, with about ten minutes left, I couldn't hold it any more. The biggest cramp yet wracked my bowels, and I couldn't hold it back; the water rushed out, soiling my pants but leaving me with a weak relief. And with the relief came embarrassment. Even though it was just a kinky role-play, I couldn't help but feel humiliated that I had completely soiled my pants. I hung limply in my restraints, abashed and relaxed, waiting for Jack to come back in.
The door opened a few minutes later, spilling light into the room as my boyfriend walked back in. "I guess you couldn't handle it after all, kitten," he taunted. I squeezed my eyes shut as if broken with humiliation, but he wouldn't have that. I felt a hand lifting my chin, and in a commanding voice he said "Look at me when I'm talking to you." I opened them and, to my delighted surprise, I found him wearing only a black leather harness and a speedo of the same color. I felt myself tenting again as he continued. "I gave you the chance to prove you didn't need diapers, but you failed. Now you get to be a diaper-bitch, and one who messes himself at that. You should have simply accepted the diaper when I first tried putting you in one, but now look at you. You've messed yourself, proving that you really do need one."
He finally let go and I hung my head in embarrassment. Despite the fact that none of it was actually real, it was such a convincing façade that I was completely caught up in the moment. I was a diaper-bitch, and did deserve to be in a diaper. More importantly, though, I was aroused by it. And he knew it.
Jack loosened my leg restraints again, and helped me out of my now soaked pants. It wasn't really that bad, now that they were off; mostly just water, and while it definitely wasn't clean, there was no 'messing' to see. But still, he took out a few wipes and got to work cleaning the odorous water from my fur.
He wasn't done with me yet, though; he could turn even something like a diapering into a sexual experience. He rubbed the soft wiped across my most sensitive areas, and he chuckled at the grunts I made as I tried to suppress moans of pleasure. He eventually finished wiping me up, however, leaving me both aroused and thoroughly unsatisfied. Which was probably his plan; tease me as much as possible, and get me as close to the edge as possible without actually going over it. And he knew me well enough to prolong that almost indefinitely. He powdered me up and taped a crisp white diaper on me, tugging it into place so we could both enjoy the pleasant crinkle. With a final slap on my now padded butt, he undid the chain holding my wrists up so I could finally relax. "See?" he said, his voice now soothing and protective, "that wasn't so bad. You just have to trust me, and you'll enjoy it too. You'll find that serving me will be much more enjoyable than following your own desires. However," he continued, his voice growing harshly dominant, "you disobeyed me. Several times, as a matter of fact. And now I need to punish you. But what to do?"
I lowered my head to hide my smile, and, in the most docile voice I could manage, said, "Whatever you want, sir. I'm sure you'll choose best."