Rubber 6 - Hallowe'en special
#6 of Rubber
Apparently I need deadlines to produce.
This was going to be a 3-chapter story, one from each perspective. It kinda grew. A lot.
Rubber 6 - Hallowe'en special
6.1 - The bitch returns
I came home to find my pet in a heap at the bottom of the stairs, clothes he knew he wasn't allowed to wear draped over his motionless body.
"Well, boy, someone just earned a punishment..."
I went and retrieved his collar from the bedroom, planning on turning him back into a rubber-bunny and making him regret his attempt to run away... but then a much more interesting thought came to mind. A way to kill 2 birds with 1 stone.
The first part was easy, call the libido crazed lion at my office that refused to leave me alone and realize I wasn't interested in meat-headed jocks. He jumped at the chance to come over, I warned him that I was not going to just lie down and let him have his way with me, but he didn't care. I'm guessing his wife had stopped pleasing him as much as he wanted. Or that his last piece of tail on the side had scampered away.
6.2 - Preparation
I put the collar back on my pet, but only swapped him to "sex doll" mode. No sight, no sound, no movement - but 4-limbed instead of the anti-escape bondage-bag shape it was trying to form him into. I had to get the clothes off him for this plan of mine to work. Since the heating in the house was off all day, I decided to share a hot bath. I needed to unwind a bit and he needed to warm up from the chilly room temperature he was. As I lay beside him, wondering how it would feel to have water running into your open O-face, down your throat with no way to stop it, I had to control my urges to ride him then and there. This was one plan that required me to save myself.
Once I was out and dry, I turned him face-down over the plug hole to let his insides empty. Once purged, I flopped him down on the bed and got each limb in a manacle and chained to a poll of the 4-poster. It looked silly. Like a Walmart hallowe'en prop with a major kinky twist. I was just about to slip out of my bathrobe and into something equally kinky when I heard the doorbell.
"Showtime, sister" I said to myself. "I'll be right back, sweetie." I said, closing the bedroom door. Not that he could hear me.
6.3 - Soft kitty, big kitty, bunny in rubber
I couldn't wait. This bitch had been teasing me with her low-cut tops and skirts for months at work. And now she finally fell for my charms (not to mention looks) and called me. 10 seconds after ringing the bell, I knocked at the door. Hard. No way was I waiting for her to get ready. I was ready for her months ago.
She was everything my wife wasn't. Hot, interested, sexy as hell, and from what I've heard a real submissive girl in the sack. Oh sure, she'd play strong in the work-place, but I know tigresses. They fold, so easily. Especially to a real tom cat lion like me. I flexed my bicep at the thought.
"Hey big guy", she said wearing only a robe as she opened the door. Her breasts so close to being on show I grunted. "What's up, baby. Heard you needed some man-meat." I said, one of my best lines, as I walked through the door, forcing her to back up. "Why don't we go see if you can handle all of mine?"
"I'm afraid I promised my husband that I can only have sex with him..." husband?!, my mind raced. I was certain she wasn't married. I tried to back away, but she quickly wrapped her arms around my neck in a hug, bringing our faces close together and lowering her voice. "But luckily he doesn't have to know about this. He's all locked up right now, like the weak little thing he is. He doesn't need to know he's only getting my ass around his cock. You can fill me right up, honey." she said in a real sexy voice as she walked backwards towards the stairs, bringing me with her.
"Can't be much of a man if he don't satisfy you" I said, trying to play into it. No way was this real. No man would let his wife dress like that to work. Not with guys like me around. I followed her up the stairs as she giggled back at me.
6.4 - Happy kitty, sleepy kitty, MMMR? MMMRPH?! MMMMMMMMRHHH!!!
I was him stop dead as he saw inside the door and to the bed. The colour began to leave his face, eyes wide. What a pussy. "Shhh! He can't hear us unless we're loud. Don't worry; he won't know you're here. Just trust me okay?" I had to grab his hand and drag him into the room. He was still freaking a bit, so to reassure him I slapped my toy's head as hard as I could and gestured at the complete lack of a reaction.
"Oh... OH! Right... quiet... cause your husband can't know. Got it" Why are the cock-sure ones always so dumb?
"Now, since I promised not to have sex without him, I'll just sit down like this", I said, sitting on the bed, my toy's still warm shaft running right up my ass. I wasn't used to anal, I am NOT the type to let people use me, but I had some experience. The lion's jaw dropped further than I thought possible. He just stood there, in awe.
"And you can use the front..."
His pants were off in seconds, no hint of boxers existing under them. For someone so cock-sure and muscular, he was a little lacking. I had expected something dong-worthy with the amount he wanted to sleep around. Still, I managed to keep the disappointment off my face. Truth be told, I was smirking. My secret was much more fun than the thought of sex with this man.
He dove right in, pausing only when I forced his hips away to lube him up. I could tell why his wife stopped pleasing him. His idea of sex-talk had all the depth of "Oh baby, I am having sex with you. Feel that?". His hands went to my boobs and grabbed, and stayed there.
And of course, he was going to finish much too early for my tastes. Still, I played along.
"It's so good to be with a real man. But I can't let you cum in me." "Fuck that, yes you can" "Unh - no, I can't. But- AH! But I know where you can. My hubby likes it up the ass too. And my strap-on is just a little smaller than you." at this stage I had to put my claws on his crotch to get him to back up.
"Here, let me show you" "God damn it, what is with the play? Just let me fuck!" I quickly undid the manacles, flipped my toy and myself over. "Just think of it as an extra safe condom, stud. Don't want your wife finding out you knocked someone up. I'm sure you're capable" I said in as sultry a way as possible - trying to push his buttons.
"I don't use a condom, they kill the feeling." "Oh trust me, this one won't." I said, discretely clipping a new tag onto the D-ring on the collar.
"Go for it stud, I'm ready and waiting" He sighed and thrust in, quickly building up to the same annoying force as before, this time thankfully dampened by the inches of rubber-boi between us. He didn't last long, moaning loudly as the textured anus gripped him tightly. His moan continued, he had to breathe in, then continued. From the sound of it, he was hooked up to one hell of a milking machine. Then the shocked gasp happened. I felt the weight on my back lessen, then suddenly disappear I heard a loud thud. I looked over the end of the bed to see a jackass lion struggling as he was covered in my toy - the rubber writhing around and sticking to his fur, coating his face and neck to block out sight and cut off his screams.
"Good pet... knew you could help me out"
6.5 - Black male is such a bitch
I wasn't sure what had happened. First I was released, but still couldn't move. Then I was warmed up, I'm guessing in the bath. Then I was teased, a wonderful sensation on my dick that just made me horny without being able to act on it. Then... then I was melting or something. My eyes opened (or re-formed, I guess?) and I was lying on my back, feeling bigger and heavier than normal. My mistress was staring down at me. I tried to speak, but as my mouth opened I heard screams from behind me. I turned my head (which took a lot more effort than normal) but there was no one there.
"Close your mouth" I obeyed, and the screaming stopped. "Sweetie, check the mirror"
I stood up and walked towards the closet. In the mirror... a lion slubber looked back at me.
"That's Mark. He's the jerk I was telling you about. Hope you don't mind, but I let him bang me a bit to get him here. Consider it punishment for you. But you're going to help me teach him a lesson about respect. Particularly respecting those more powerful than you."
I couldn't believe it, but as soon as she said it I noticed the way my arms wanted to go to my mouth. I relaxed them a bit, noticed the way they raised by themselves, tried to grip my lower lip and pull it down, as if taking off a mask.
There was someone inside me. No, I was controlling someone like a puppet-master. Some lion that wanted to screw my mistress.
"On your knees" I fell out of reflex, into the standard waiting-pet pose. Hands behind me, head down, knees splayed.
"Now, I'm going to get a kitty-costume for our guest, and then I'm going to expose enough of his face so he can be identified in the pictures. And if he tells anyone about this, his wife is going to get the director's cut video edition. You got that Mark?"
I opened my mouth to let him speak. "You fucking... Yes" he said, defeated.
"It's your lucky day, sweetie. This makes up for you trying to get away, so you get to have some fun too.
I closed my mouth, making my face into a smile. My hand reached back to my newly acquired tail. It was just flexible enough that I could begin to push it inside me. Mark didn't like that, I could tell from his thrashing. I didn't care. No one screwed my mistress.
She screwed them. Never the other way around.