Let's Play (Mistress and Servant)
Cuffs chained her wrists over her head, the smooth silver surfaces outlining soft leather padding beneath, soothingly embracing flesh. Silken lengths of rope danced intricately across her form. They pressed her fur to her skin under their paths, laced with openness in mind. Crossing at her sides, they reached down to bind her thighs before returning to her sides, leaving the mink's legs stretched apart while they dangled downwards at her knees. Hooking at her waist, the ropes reached upward to bind and further lift both her smooth-furred breasts in a diamond shape of silken strand around each. The pink flesh of her nipples stretched down, each pierced with a slim silver ring, both piercing hooked by a little bead of a metal weight. A beam overhead held the mink suspended, as a pair of metal bars, linked to both the beam and her cuffs by short pieces of chain. Hair tail lifted behind her, a third bar joined by a chain to the beam above linked to a similar padded cuff near the end of her tail, causing a little disjunction in its fluffy fur. Her hair contrasted the rest of her body, that soft fur a dark blue, while her locks held a soft blond. They tied back in a ponytail that passed down between her shoulder blades, held away from the contours of her face. A thick black leather mask covered her eyes, a strap sliding through her fur and under her hair across the back of her head securing on the blinder. The mink's slender muzzle was parted with a thick black ball gag, secured with another strap of leather looped behind her head. The fur of her muzzle's sides was matted down, drool escaping from behind the ball in her mouth. A tiny pink nose at the tip of her muzzle held a tiny silver stud in its right side, and matching tiny studs lined the outside of her left ear, numbering ten in total. A thick collar of white leather held her delicate neck in its grasp, its only adornment that of a metal square fastened on the collar over her throat from which emerged a small metal semi-circle. Dangling below that was a diamond-shaped metal tag, imprinted by the word "Serenity".
A metallic creak brought her head upwards, ears tuned to the sound. Another creak followed before steps echoed across the floor in a slow approach, the sound of heel and toe stepping in momentarily different time. Her nostrils flared, desperately seeking that scent, shifting nervously in her bindings. The touch of familiarity that found her nostrils calmed her movements, tipping her head upwards to face the one approaching. As the footsteps paused, a touch found her cheek, tender, fingers stroking through the fur there, brushing across her flesh beneath. The slide through her pelt slowly, tracing a path across a temple into her locks before a thumb dragged towards her neck. It followed the top of her collar to her throat before skimming up the underside of her muzzle. As it pulled away, a tip gave her nose a faint tap, and then the footsteps led away. Not towards the door however, they led towards the wall of the room, the only wall which she knew of for certain. It left her squirming once more in her bindings, her body tensing, heating up with fear. With excitement. Adrenaline began to filter into her system, to make her lightheaded, dulling out the sounds of the cabinet opening, of the implement being pulled out. She cursed herself silently, forgetting to pay attention, to know what she was about to feel as the footsteps approached once more.
Fingertips brushed her cheek softly before they spread apart, touching her cheek into a softly furred palm. Her head tipped towards the touch, her smile lost around the gag's ball. She felt her heart's pace quicken, she knew the touch well. She was good, she would be rewarded. It came to her quickly, the sound of air being cut, the swish followed by the crack of the crop against her flesh. A line seared into the cheeks of her rump, her body writhed, paws clenched into fists. A second strike followed in quick time, cutting across her behind, sending another jolt through the mink. Her voice cried out behind the ball, muted down to a primal cry of the feeling, her love for it, the burn of pleasure searing...a third strike interrupted her savoring, catching her backside right beneath the base of her tail. Her hips jerked forwards, eyes snapping widely open to the surprising placement. The next strike hit the same place, causing her to sway forwards in her chains. This wasn't right. This wasn't the pleasure she was promised. A sharp sting caught across her cheek. Her head jerked to the side, sputtering, sobbing faintly. Her tears were lost beneath her mask before the touch registered, made her understand. She had been good, but she hadn't been perfect. The press of her cheek to the touch recalled a moment before the next strike. It caught right across the base of her tail, rewarded by a shrill cry even with the gag. As she tried to compose her body, shuddering and twitching in her suspension, a soft giggle found her ears. She was quickly still, wincing behind her mask as her head lifted into the air. Welts of red lined the top of her behind while a tint of red held her cheek.
Another touch found her untouched cheek, fingers splayed through her fur once more. She tensed, feeling the tenderness of the gesture, the soft caress it held upon her. Her muzzle closed tighter on her gag, but she kept her composure now, and her head stayed still. The fingers stroked across her fur, matting it with the saliva that her gag let escape. A quiver traced her body as the digits played, their touch deceptively gentle, their motions teasing at its best. Softly, lips touched her cheek, eliciting a moan from behind that gag. That touch was the most powerful to the mink, the tender kiss that graced her skin. The fingers fell away, paws instead now leading trails across her body, down the fur of her back as another guided its fingers up through the mink's locks. The lips graced her skin a second time, brushing through the fur of her forehead. Another moan greeted the touch, but she remembered her place. That hidden body pressed into her own now, breasts pressing to the plush mounds of her chest, her piercings and their weights smashed beneath the globes.
A strange touch slide along her inner thigh, taking a moment for her to realize the feel of a gelled rubber shaft trapped there by her captor. As lips graced her other cheek, the paw at her back fell away. Nimble fingers guided it upwards, the smooth tip slide across her exposed sex. A whimper escaped around her gag. So was left so open in her bindings, so helpless. The tip pressed at the fur of her sex, obtaining a soft shiver before it pressed forwards. She felt the paw clutch her head, draw it downwards into a hidden shoulder. Her face pressed into that gentle fur, relishing the feel against her own skin. The touch was quickly forgotten to that press inside her, that smooth length penetrating deep within her sex. Hips meet upwards between her thighs, feeling the silky garment that held that length in place.
She felt herself trapped fully now. Her head clutched into this form, body filled with its length. The sensation made her shake, squeezing at the strap on sharply. Her juices already soaked her thighs and between, and the length made her sex nearly drool. Scents filled her nostrils, made the rational side of her spin. The musk of the fur, the taste of it pressed into her open mouth. The protective embrace of her body-her thoughts disappeared, examination gone as those hips shifted, withdrawing the gel length. She jerked in place, a moan escaping her gag. An arm slide back around her waist, pressing it tightly to the other's midsection.
The length began to move abruptly, plunging each time the full way inside her sex. Thrusts were quick, her thighs wetly slapping to the waist guiding that shaft. Lewd sounds escaped her sex with each push, slurps of the length shoving past her nether lips, the sounds of suckling as it tugged back out from her hungry sex. The motions played to the soundtrack of her moans, body shaking with each motion that was bestowed to it, the sound of her pleasure cried around her gag into the body that held her. She stood no chance to the play, as she tensed up, a low moan escaping into a high-pitched howl. She squeezed tight on the shaft, wishing it to stay, to keep her filled up. But the tease prolonged, its motions seeming never to stop. The seconds ticked like hours as her juices squirted against the waist slapping between her thighs, heightening the lewd noises as her climax heightened. But as her released trickled off, the thrusts did as well, slowing to finally pause with that length embedded fully within. The faint sound of buckles reached her ears before she felt the silky garment wrapped around her own waist. Buckled clinked softly while they hooked over her legs, trapping the shaft within her.
The fingers in her locks tightened, their grasp dragging her reluctantly from the shoulder she treasured. As her head pulled back, fingers touched her head, working at the buckle of her gag. As it felt away, she let out a soft gasp before closing her mouth, swallowing softly the saliva collected there during the torment. Lips brushed her own as she gulped, the mere touch causing her to freeze. A whimper escaped, the feel of her body trembling deeply with such an immense show of affections. She cherished the feeling for the seconds it blessed her. As they withdrew, she felt breath cross her lips "Good girl." The voice she loved spoke, and her lips bloomed into a beaming smile "Thank you Mistress."