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"Sounds awkward. Though it wouldn't have been an issue in the first place if you didn't try to get personal with the meat."

I resented that remark. She was right to some degree, but Bridgett wasn't exactly the get-laid-get-paid talent that I usually usually worked with. Then again, she did drop a bomb in my lap and while I could've just tossed it and ran, I was still holding onto it. I was still trying to find a way defuse it before it inevitably exploded in my face.

"I wasn't 'getting personal,' she just wanted to know a little more about me. Maybe some insider tips, some advice on how to perform in adult film via personal experience." I said, holding one of the ball gags in my palm. I thumbed the airholes, wondering if I wanted to take the solid, red rubber gag. She also carried a broken table-leg in her rolling tool cabinet that had several lines of teeth marks in it. When I looked closer, I could see the slightest glint of a chipped fang. I felt a shudder go through me, the fur poofing along my neck. That was just one of the pieces in Jesebelle's arsenal that I didn't want to know about.

"I think that entire summary is indicative of 'getting personal." Jesebelle said, having her pet tie up the laces in her corset. She had a new one this week, a cute little gerbil with a little bit of pudge on her cheeks. She wore Jesebelle's standard slave uniform; a black leather collar and a gold tag that read 'MiMi' in swooping, cursive letters. The only other thing she wore was a tense, on-edge expression as if she was expecting an attack at any moment, her ears constantly swiveling like radar dishes. That's typically how new pets react in their first few days with Jesebelle considering the intense treatment you get in order to even BE Jesebelle's newest 'Mimi.' The name was used for all the personal slaves she took on, taking away their identity and individuality for the sole purpose of living under her boot heel. I never figured out how she managed to keep recruiting new ones, whether they were paid or if they legitimately got off on being dominated by her. Either way, I wasn't exactly in a place to judge.

I heaved a sigh and attached the strap of the gag around my neck. The rest of the dress-code was similar to Mimi's save for the collar. Jesebelle liked for her clients to be as 'open' and 'free' as possible before she brought out the restraints. I turned away from the cabinet to look up at the hook on the ceiling. It looked like the kind of steel hook you'd see in the back of an old pickup, which clashed with the rest of the room. It was a high-end, hotel penthouse suite with huge bay windows that had a gorgeous view over the city. That is, if Jesebelle hadn't had the curtains drawn most of the time (I can only assume it's a good view but it could've been ass for all I know.) The rest of the suite was unnervingly empty and devoid of furniture or even carpeting. Just the hardwood floors, her rolling cabinet and the hook in the ceiling. It was the kind of room where you'd never know exactly what time it was. Jesebelle liked it that way to keep her clients disoriented.

"Maybe you're right, but I swear I wasn't looking to get into whatever-" I started flailing my hand around because I couldn't think of the right words to describe it.

"THING, she's pulled me into."

Jesebelle stood near the hook, eyeing me with a sultry glare. No matter how hard I'd want to look away, it was impossible not to lock into eye contact. She had a way of making you feel vulnerable by just looking at you. It was like she could stare right into your thoughts, splaying out your head and studying all of your anxieties and little insecurities.

Mimi was down at Jesebelle's feet, lacing up her boots. Jesebelle reached down to give her just the lightest touch of her finger against the tip of Mimi's ear. The way she flinched, you'd think she'd just been stabbed.

"How about we get you strung up and then you can tell me all about it. And let's make it snappy, your sessions may be free but my time is too valuable for me to waste."

The way she spoke was always hypnotic to me. Which is interesting considering that I hated her guts back in college. Back then her voice was like somebody pouring broken glass into a blender with rocks and running it on high until the motor blew out. The way she screamed and chided on everybody made nails on a chalkboard sound like spa music.

But now it'd morphed into this sensual, predatory growl. Every time she spoke it was like she was sizing up prey. It matched the way she moved, carrying herself with the attitude that she was better than you and you weren't allowed to argue otherwise. Her tail would sway silently from side to side like a ghost hovering behind her shoulders. Back in college she was a bratty, demmanding, control freak and a complete bitch but now? Well, I guess it was mostly the same except the being-a-brat part. The way she'd matured boggled me. For a fennec, she had a body like a wolf and the presence of a lioness if you really wanted to stroke her ego. She was nearly flawless.

Except for her nose. And the wheezing every time she'd breathe. Though for god's sake, you NEVER bring it up to her. (I heard that one of her clients wound up with broken limbs when they mentioned it.) You probably remember the night that I completely blasted my dignity to pieces on stage and when I headbutted her in the nose just before I walked out. Well that did a little more lasting damage than I would've thought at the time. Thanks to me, her nose had a slight crook to the left. Not so much that it was painfully obvious, but just to enough to be visible if you're paying attention. It irked me that she never got it re-set and put back in place. It couldn't have been an easy thing to put up with for all that time. Everything about her life from the moment I broke her nose up to the Adult Entertainment Expo where we met again was a mystery to me. She never brought it up and I never bothered to ask.

Though I do have a theory about it. The first thing Jesebelle said to me when we met at the expo was offering me a free session with her. Given our history I didn't think that would be totally wise. But I eventually learned that she was incredibly exclusive. As in, thousands-of-dollars-per-SESSION exclusive. Being under the mercy of a dominatrix that I'd previously headbutted in the face never appealed to me before but hell. I don't like chocolate cake, but if somebody told me that cake was worth five thousand dollars a bite and I was getting it for FREE? I'd probably choke down the whole thing. (funny enough, there was a good amount of choking involved.)

And weirdly enough, I actually found it... cleansing, despite the damage I took. Someone actually called security for me, thinking I was mugged. I remember Mukanda's exact words were "Sheezus, did you get hit by a fucking train? And do you have that train's phone number?"

That entire Expo was nightmare for reasons I don't want to get into right now. Let's just say that night in Jesebelle's hotel room cleared my head on a lot of things. I like to think Jesebelle got something out of it too. I'm certain she wanted some form of payback and I'm certain because I've never heard of a dominatrix going at her client with bare fists. I remember her face when I asked if I we could meet again for another session. It's one of those memories that I plan on holding onto for a long time. The whole Expo is really a story for another time, but don't worry. It won't be long before it gets brought up.

Jesebelle snapped her fingers in front of my face, pulling me out my thoughts while Mimi was cuffing my wrists together. Jesebelle had a harsh look on her face for just a split second, her crooked nose looking far more prominent. It reminded me of our first session before she quickly shifted back to her seductive, default expression.

"I meant it when I said my time is valuable. You're not my only client you know." She said, dragging the tip of her finger beneath my chin. I felt a wave of heat pour over me at her touch.

"Get him set up, won't you Mimi?" she added, stepping over to her cabinet behind me. Mimi gave an extremely meek 'y-yes mistress' and led me directly beneath the ceiling hook.

"The mistress would like you to please raise your hands up, and place-" Mimi started pantomiming the motions, but I cut her off. I hopped up and snagged the chain of the cuffs onto the hook. She stared at me with her perfectly round, forest-green eyes and her jaw hanging open. She immediately looked to Jesebelle, bracing herself for some kind of punishment for not finishing the direction. The poor thing didn't know what to do since I jumped the gun in her obviously rehearsed instructions.

"It's allright, I'm a regular. I know what to do." I assured her. She still looked a little scattered but Jesebelle hadn't made a move towards her. Not yet anyways. She took a deep breath and relaxed her shoulders, turning on her heel to stand beside me. The cuffs were already getting uncomfortable and I had to balance on my toes if I didn't want to hang by my wrists. Mimi was frozen next to me, unwilling to move an inch past what Jesebelle allowed her to.

And I'll admit. I'm kind of an asshole for this next part.

"How long have you been Jesebelle's new Mimi? Day or two?" I asked. Mimi glanced at me but didn't respond.

"Is she paying you or do you just enjoy the submission?" I asked. Mimi fidgeted a little but she still didn't say anything. I took a moment to look her over, my eyes following up her legs, along her belly, rounding over her breasts and up to her innocent, chestnut colored face. She was more normal than anyone I'd ever worked with. You work in porn long enough and the large breasted girls with endless legs get really common. Much like Bridgett's cotton-tail, Mimi's swaying, fuzz-tipped tail caught my attention more than any shapely pair of tits could.

"You look really cute by the way. You look way too adorable to be working for someone like her. I would just take you home and squeeze you and cuddle you and make a little soft love."

Mimi's ears flattened against her head. She started biting her lip and leaning a little to see if she was in Jesebelle's peripheral vision. After a few seconds of uncertain guessing, she took a quiet step towards me.

"Really?" She whispered, her voice barely louder than the sound of a tissue hitting the floor.

"Totally." I whispered back. "And then in the morning when I wake up and you're still asleep, I'd roll over and just hold you. All safe and warm in my arms."

You might be asking if I really meant that. Maybe in another reality I would, but I had an ulterior motive here. Mimi's face flushed with a warm glow. After one more glance at Jesebelle, she got up on her toes to try and whisper in my ear.

"Thank you, you're really swee-"

Then we saw Jesebelle's ears twitch.

"Mimi, you better not be speaking to the client. Do you know what happens when you speak to the client without my permission?"

I could hear Mimi's heartbeat thumping right out of her chest. She firmly rooted herself to the floor, petrified by fear save for the rapid rise and fall of her chest.

"I wasn't speaking to the client, Mistress! Honestly, I didn't!" she said, nearly shouting the words. Jesebelle simply offered a 'tut-tut-tut' and opened another drawer of her cabinet.

"This room has a very clear echo, Mimi. I asked you if you knew what happens when you speak to the client without my permission. Instead? You lie to me. That's a far worse punishment and I sincerely hope you know what that means."

I couldn't help smiling to myself. Part of me felt bad for setting her up like that but I couldn't resist. It was kinda fun to watch new Mimis squirm a little. Plus it'd split Jesebelle's focus so it wasn't entirely on me the whole time.

Mimi crossed her arms over her chest and crossed one leg in front of the other.

"I'm sorry mistress, I promise I won't speak to the client again!" She begged, holding herself tight. Jesebelle stepped from the cabinet holding an O-ring gag. A silicone ring with black straps that buckle around the wearer's head. You can probably imagine what it's used for.

"But can you promise that you won't lie to me again?" Jesebelle asked, stepping towards Mimi with the echoing clacks of her heeled boots hitting the hardwood. Mimi would put a foot back to recoil but then bring it back forward. She'd already broken the rules and lied about it. The 'punishment' would be more severe if she looked like she was trying to get away.

"I promise mistress! I promise I'll never lie to you again!" She cried, her tail wrapping around her legs. Jesebelle wagged her finger.

"And this is a perfect method for making sure you keep that promise." Jesebelle said.

Mimi cowered in front of Jesebelle, pursing her lips together when she saw what Jesebelle had in hand. I didn't realize it at first, but seeing them standing there in profile showed just how tall Jesebelle stood over Mimi. Even if she didn't have her heeled boots, she'd still tower over her.

"Now you don't feel like opening your mouth? When you were being so loose with it just a moment ago? Mimi, I'm disappointed with you. You know very well what the punishments are for continuing to resist."

I watched Jesebelle run her fingers over Mimi's body, circling around her body with her tail washing over from behind. Mimi kept herself locked up tight with her arms crossed, her legs crossed, tail wrapped up around her waist, eyes closed and her mouth wrenched shut. I've seen the strategy used by a dozen Mimi's and I've never seen it work. It wasn't hard for Jesebelle to find an opening in their defenses. She circled silently around Mimi, save for the sound of her heels. I could see Mimi's ears swiveling, trying to keep track of where she was. When Jesebelle paused behind her, she cracked open an eye to try and spot her.

"Oh Mimi..." Jesebelle sighed. She pressed her palm against her lower back, sliding it down along her ass, bringing her fingertips below and just barely between her thighs.

"I've been good to you haven't I? I've treated you well. In fact, I think I've been a little more lenient on you compared to my other pets. You're just so... fragile. You bring out a somewhat gentler side in me." She cooed. I couldn't see where her fingers were going from my angle but it wasn't hard to guess. Mimi's face started to relax, along with her tail starting to sag from it's snug grip around her midriff and I could just barely hear a stifled moan coming from her throat. Jesebelle brought the other hand up beneath Mimi's arms so she could get the tip of Mimi's nipple between her knuckles. I could hear Mimi whimpering from Jesebelle's touch.

Jesebelle brought her lips close to Mimi's ear, speaking in a loud whisper.

"But that doesn't mean I can just ignore the rules and make exceptions for you. You have to take your punishments just like every Mimi before you. Being so soft and delicate..."

she inched her lower hand deeper between Mimi's thighs, where I could only assume she was lightly teasing at her pussy.

"...in the right places." She continued. "Doesn't excuse you. Now, won't you make this a little less embarrassing for both of us and open up for me?"

Her hand was tracing around Mimi's chin now, sliding up and along her cheek, thumbing her lips and trying to coax her into opening her mouth. Mimi appeared to be relaxing, her arms lowering and her knees starting to bend. But she still didn't open her mouth just yet. I heard Jesebelle take a deep breath, a long wheezing noise coming from her nose on the exhale. It made every strand of fur on my body stand on end.

"You're being difficult Mimi. Open. Now." She commanded. Mimi's lips began to part, Jesebelle gradually slipping the ring into her mouth. She pulled up her lower hand, fingers glistening with Mimi's wetness, and pinched onto Mimi's exposed nipple. She slid it between her fingers, slipping against drops of Mimi's own juices. Mimi's jaw dropped in a loud moan, giving Jesebelle her chance to get the ring in Mimi's mouth and the straps tightened behind her head.

"Now that's better. We can put your mouthy nature to good use, hm?" She said, cleaning her wet fingers against Mimi's tongue. There was no way for her close her mouth now, every other breath coming out as a slightly pathetic whine. At this point my cock had reached a diamond-hard status, throbbing at the scene that I just watched. Jesebelle took note of it, looking to me and motioning for Mimi to go take her position.

Mimi got to her knees, staring down my length. Our eyes met for a moment, an apologetic look in her now watery, emerald eyes. She splayed her hands against my waistline and angled her head like she was trying to think of the best way to start. Either that or she was simply hesitant to start.

"Now," Jesebelle said, wheeling her cabinet behind me so I couldn't see any of the tools she'd take out.

"Go ahead and tell me all about your little girl problems. But be warned, I don't have all day to play therapist so make the story snappy. If you start to lag, I'll have to punish you. And don't think that you'll get away with manipulating poor Mimi into incriminating herself."

Mimi suddenly perked up, giving a slight squeak and furrowing her brow at me. I mouthed the word 'sorry' and followed it with a sheepish smile. That didn't really soothe her at all I noticed.

"I'm sure she's going to try her best to throw you off. Don't let the exterior fool you, I wouldn't have taken her in if I really thought she was so inept." Jesebelle said. Mimi narrowed her eyes at me, making a sneer as best she could with the ring keeping her mouth open. She gripped a hand around my shaft, the other gently holding onto my balls while she slowly brought the tip of my cock into her mouth. With the way she looked at me I thought she'd go on the aggressive. Instead she just gave ginger little licks around the head, digging her tongue into the tip, gently stroking my length and tracing the veins with her thumb.

I suddenly heard a whip crack against the hardwood behind me. It made me lurch forward, my cock pushing just a smidge deeper into Mimi's mouth. I took a quick gasp for air, then tried to turn my head to see what she was using. I still couldn't see it, but it almost sounded like several cracks at once.

Then I felt several cracks at once.

I barked into the air as several lashes of pain went across my back, knocking me off my toes for a split second. For that moment my entire bodyweight hung from my wrists, the cuffs pulling the fur and chafing the skin. I managed to get my toes on the ground again when another round of lashes hit my back. I shouted again, fading into a moan as Mimi was starting to take more of me down below.

I was able to get out a few words before she could strike again.

"ALLRIGHT ALLRIGHT, WAIT, WAIT. Sheezus..." I said, swallowing hard. Jesebelle didn't respond, but I could hear the sound of stretching leather.

"Okay so, we're at the cafe, Bridgett and I made plans to meet up. I tell her some stories about how I got into the business, we have a nice time and then her boyfriend shows up and..."

Another set of lashes across my back and another cry of pain bellowing out my throat.

"I ALREADY KNOW THAT, MOVE ON." She yelled, hitting me again. This time I just gritted my teeth and took it. I knew what she was using now. It was a multi-tipped whip that Jesebelle liked to call her 8-tails. (because she was a fox with one tail, then a whip of 8 tails, making up a 9-tailed fox, which is a reference to a demon in both Chinese and Japaneese folklore, and that's usually as far as I get in thought before she hits me again. I'll admit it's clever though.)

I took a breath and started again.

"Okay, so he sits down with us and I have no idea what to do. He doesn't look like he wants to stab me so I can only assume he doesn't know anything. We all say our greetings to eachother, a 'nice to meet you' and we all just start talking..."

I heard the crack of her whip again but only against the floor. I still winced anyway, my body confused as hell by the stinging pain mixed with Mimi's torturous mouth. There was something she did with her knuckle just below my balls that made everything in my lower body twinge.

"So here's the weird thing," I gasped, getting the words out before I was hit again. "When it comes to explaining who I am, without a word of input from me, she introduces me as an old ex-boyfriend from highschool that she bumped into. Obviously that's a lie, but I wasn't about to call her out on it at that point."

I heard footsteps behind me. Then I felt Jesebelle's breath against my back, her hands parting the fur where I'd been struck. There was an awkward sensation as I felt her tongue go over a line of raw skin. It shouldn't have been painful, but my body flinched as if it had been. I cleared my throat and continued.

"This guy Graham, he's got no idea. Bridgett and I start bullshitting memories back and forth, talking about making out under bleachers, embarrassing high school stories, making up parties and events that never existed. Graham's just sitting there drinking it all in, right? Other than the-the-th-t."

I started losing focus when Mimi took my entire length into her mouth. I could feel the back of her throat and her tongue swirling along the shaft while she held my thighs to steady herself. Meanwhile, I heard the wheeze of Jesebelle's nose and the drag of one of her fangs. I spat out my next few words as quickly as possible.

"Other than the lying and complete fabrication of our history together we had an overall nice time and Graham didn't seem so bad either if a little bit plain I mean he doesn't really look like he'd stand out in a crowd really just avera-AGH!"

Jesebelle had her claws in my back, the points cutting into the raw skin where I'd been lashed. It was like fire radiating from the tips of her fingers.

"Slow down." She commanded. I nodded my head, bracing myself as she started digging deeper.

"Like I said, the guy is kinda average. I didn't really hear much about a line of work or hobbies or anything, only that he plays a guitar sometimes. Maybe. He was pretty boring honestly. I was hoping this was just some fluke that he showed up and I'd planned on never seeing her again, but just before we all left she slipped me her number on the back of a receipt and told me to call her. And I don't mean she politely asked like it was a suggestion, no. It was more like a direct order. Not only that, but she had this urgent look on her face when she left with him."

I flashed my eyes downward and noticed Mimi had slowed a little. She was looking up at me like she was actually listening to me. I would've thought on it more but I felt Jesebelle dragging her claws down my back, hard. It felt like she wanted to peel the pelt right off my body.

"And of course you called, didn't you? And you know it was stupid, you're not sure why you did it, but what's done is done and now you've got a big problem, yes?"

all three of us paused for a second. I didn't feel her presence behind me and Mimi had stopped alltogether.

"Well yeah, pretty much." I said.

Then I got hit with something that felt like a giant flyswatter made of lead. Though that description wasn't too far off. Most likely one of her larger paddles made of a thick, medical grade silicone that hurt like a motherfucker even when you were just testing it. If I recall, Jesebelle called it Punisher #2. She had four sizes depending on her clients (or just how much agony she wanted to deal.)

"IDIOT." She shouted, stepping to my side and grabbing my head. She twisted my face to meet hers, close enough that I could clearly see how crooked her nose was. Her next sentence was interlaced with strikes from her paddle to my ass, making me cry out each time.

"YOU DON'T. GET. PERSONAL. WITH. THE. MEAT."

Every word was laced with the same venom she'd had when she spat orders on stage, carrying a genuine tone of ferocity. Only difference was now I was taking it willingly. Every blow I took caused my eyes to water and the muscles in my lower back to tense. One of my legs even kicked up, leaving me to balance on just the one set of toes. Though Mimi was able to hold me place, getting my leg over her shoulder (and giving herself a new angle to start torturing me with) Jesebelle gave a frustrated sigh and disappeared behind me again.

"Go on." she said. I had to take a second to be able to speak, which Jesebelle was kind enough to give me. Either that or she was still angry with me like a fed up school teacher. I couldn't blame her though, it's a rule that all of us in the business needed to keep in mind. Hell, it ties back to what Ogdren told me when I got started. Whether it's going into the business or taking the business with you, you never let yourself get personally attached. 99% of the time it leads to a bitter end. That doesn't stop people like me from thinking they're the 1% who can make it work.

"Yeah, I called her. And yeah, now I've got a decision to make and I don't know how to feel. I didn't know what I was expecting when I called her but it sure as hell went from zero-to-fucking-complicated fast." I explained. I heard the slap of Punisher #2 in her hands, 'encouraging' me to keep going.

"She told me about her history with this guy. From what I understand he's the most perfect, attentive, caring, charming, PG, Disney-prince-esque boyfriend a girl could ask for. Except when it comes to getting intimate, which he avoids like the plague. Like they've been together for two years and not once have they ever had sex. Like not even fooling around." I explained. Mimi came to a full halt again, pulling me out of her mouth so she could speak. Though the ring kept her from making any real words, so she just offered her best puzzled expression along with a grunt that sounded like 'really?' I heard Jesebelle chuckle to herself a little bit. I could've sworn I heard something like 'even I can't go that long.'

"I mean, that would've been totally fine if that was their decision, but she's really wanted it. For like a long time too. And he's not a religious type or a prude or anything, yet he just keeps blowing her off. He'll take her on these super romantic, expensive dates and give her all this romantic attention but as soon as they get to her apartment for the apex? He hits the road. And then she told me that the night before our shoot together? She just tried to get him into her apartment and he literally shoved her off. Physically threw her off like he was grossed out by the concept, like she was a zombie or something. I don't really know what would go through a girl's head in that situation, but it can't be good for the self esteem."

Mimi set my other leg down, letting all my toes reach the floor. She brought a hand around my waist to grip onto my ass, bringing my cock back through the ring into her mouth. I hadn't really taken any time to appreciate how good her tongue felt and how deep she could take it without any hesitation. Her ears were trained directly on me, hanging off my words. It was kinda nice that someone was actually listening, whereas I could hear Jesebelle rooting for another tool from her cabinet.

"So I guess that was the last straw. She felt like wanted revenge and didn't want just ANY revenge. She signed up for the shoot that night, came in the next day and planned on shoving the video in Graham's face. Make him see what he was missing, try to get some kind of reaction out of him. She wanted to know that he at least felt SOMETHING for her. She wasn't looking for hardcore, banging the walls fucking or anything. She just wanted to feel intimate, y'know? She said this guy just makes her feel like she's ugly sometimes."

Jesebelle was still quiet, which was making me nervous. I didn't know what she was planning back there. I tried to turn my head again but I still couldn't make it out. I thought I heard clicking noise, like someone opening a bottle. Mimi flashed her eyes up to me, then shrugged her shoulders. She couldn't see her either.

"Anyway, she told me that she really enjoyed that shoot with me but... she wants to see me again. In the sense of not-telling-graham about it. She thinks we have a real a connection and doesn't want to let it go." I was about to continue when Mimi started making hand-motions. She put her hands up, her first finger and tumbs together to make a rectangle. Then she looked through it with one eye. I mouthed the word 'video?' and she nodded her head.

"OH! And I don't know what she wants to do about the video. All the sudden she doesn't think she can bring herself to use it against Graham and might want it removed, but at the same time? She's kinda turned on by the thought of it being up there, people seeing it, desiring her, that kinda thing."

That reasoning made me think of Jesse. She had a thing for being watched and desired too. That's when we discovered that she didn't have any feelings for me specifically, but rather just being wanted in general. I never told Bridgett how much it hurt exactly. Like I said, I meet with Jesse sometimes to catch up but the only thought running through my mind whenever we did? Was 'I wish we'd never gone to the audition.' I have no idea if we would've worked out otherwise but I still would've wanted to try. Though I knew I couldn't change what happened and it was too late to start now.

However, Bridgett wasn't Jesse.

That's when I felt something being forcefully inserted into my asshole. It's an oddly sobering sensation when you're lost in thought.

"FUCK!" I swore, almost kneeing Mimi in the chin as I struggled. Apparently Jesebelle had been lubing up a studded buttplug back there and I didn't have a chance of stopping her from using it on me.

"Oh please, don't let me interrupt. I just bought this a week ago and I've been waiting for just the right idiot to use it on. I'm calling it The Educator." Jesebelle said.

This thing was big. I got a look at it afterward and it's a monster. It's like if someone melted a tire and a disco-ball together and put in the shape of a rounded pine tree. I was legitimately trying to fight it as she twisted it into me, kicking my legs and knocking Mimi onto her back.

"WHOA, Okay, Jesebelle? normally I wouldn't complain but that doesn't feel like it's my size."

Jesebelle paused so she could speak directly into my ear.

"Yeah, but your story is getting really boring and I haven't made you squirm enough. So let's just be quiet now, okay?" Then she reached for the ball gag I was wearing and fitted it into my mouth. Honestly, I forgot I'd been wearing it the whole time. I still tried to protest through it, unable to say anything substantial. Jesebelle did use safewords, but she had the annoying habit of never telling you what they were. More often than not you had to guess and it was 1 in a million that you'd get it right.

"And try not to think about the size. It might be for men twice your size, but I believe in you." she added. She'd pulled this kind of thing before, surprising me with something out of blue. And trust me, I wouldn't have minded the plug if it wasn't Mukanda-sized. In fact, in the moment all I could think of were the guys smaller than me that I've seen work with Mukanda. I can only assume their organs are made of rubber to take something that huge.

Mimi shot up, fidgeting with the straps on the ring-gag. Jesebelle was almost done forcing the Titantic of buttplugs into me before Mimi spoke up.

"Mistress! Your 2:45 across town!" she shouted.

Jesebelle stopped. I was hanging straight from my wrists now, the cuffs cutting into my wrists. Combine that with The Educator and no Mimi and I'd describe it as pretty goddamned unpleasant.

"Mimi, I didn't give you permission to remove-..." Mimi cut her off, standing up and tossing down the ring-gag.

"Mistress, your 2:45 with councilman Graves?" She reiterated.

Jesebelle shot Mimi a furious look but didn't say anything. Still keeping The Educator in place, I heard the clink of a small chain and another clicking noise. I remembered that she kept a small pocketwatch in the cleavage of her corset (since she never kept clocks in the room while she worked.)

Then I felt the relief of The Educator dropping from my body as Jesebelle stormed to her tool cabinet. I was able to get my toes on the ground again and take some of the weight off my wrists though I still wouldn't describe the position as being optimally comfortable.

Then I heard the slamming of a cabinet drawer and an the wheezing of her nose, loud enough that you could actually hear the echo of it.

"Shitsucking fuckstain motherfucker godDAMMIT."

I don't think I've ever been more afraid of anything than a raving Jesebelle that I couldn't see and in a position where I couldn't move. Mindbogglingly enough, Mimi seemed completely calm about. Jesebelle appeared in view again holding a rather hefty, extensive looking planner. She brought it over to Mimi and opened it up, pointing at the entries.

"Please tell me that Mimi #4 did NOT schedule councilman Graves in the latter half of my session with Damien?"

Mimi pointed to the entry.

"Yeah, he did. I'm sorry I didn't tell you earlier, I thought you knew. Once you broke out the heavy artillery, I figured you weren't aware of the time constraint."

Then Jesebelle slammed the planner shut, growling at it as she walked. On her way she picked up The Educator from the floor.

"Well at least I'll still get to use this today because Mimi #4 is taking it if he wants to keep his job." She added. As you can probably guess, I was incredibly confused. I was thankful for not having a tank driven into my rectum, but I felt like I was just an inanimate object in the room as they spoke to each other. Like I was just a big, naked, hanging lamp. On top of that, Mimi was tone had completely changed.

I could hear Jesebelle opening and slamming drawers on her cabinet. When she came back into view she was wearing a luxurious, gold, fluffy coat that obscured any trace of her outfit underneath.

"I'll leave you to clean up here." She told Mimi, then she turned her attention to me.

"Sorry Damien, but high profile, paying clients trump personal favors. As far as your problems go?" she stepped up to me and patted me on the cheek.

"I'm certain that you're stupid enough to screw it up even further. I'll have Mimi call you there's another opening." She gave me a wry grin and turned to leave.

Mimi helped me down from the hook and unlocked the cuffs. Given that whole conversation, I guessed there were multiple Mimi's that Jesebelle took under her wing (and that apparently number 4 would seriously need some ice later.) I unhooked the ballgag in my mouth, taking a moment to get my jaw readjusted.

"Thanks." I said. "For getting me down and... well, saving me from The Educator." I started rubbing my wrists, watching Mimi put away and organize Jesebelle's tools and toys.

"No problem. Though it really just came down to luck. If I'd forgotten about Graves, you'd be be digesting The Educator backwards right now. Also, you never heard me say anything about councilman Graves, understand?" She said. Her voice had shifted into something more confident and assertive than it was before. If her shy, vulnerable behavior was just an act then she was damned good at it.

"I don't even know who that is, so you won't hear anything from me. Also, if you don't mind me saying, that was a pretty convincing performance back there." I said. Mimi smiled to me over her shoulder, her tail swaying happily back and forth.

"Thanks, I might be new but I try my best. Funfact, the O-ring was actually my idea. I've got a history with S&M and bondage accessories, so Jesebelle can trust me to know how to work a client. Though you're the only one who gets it for free, so take a little pride there." She said. I chuckled and shrugged my shoulders.

"Hey, I wouldn't have much pride left I'd taken the Educator" I said. We both laughed, but the room quickly fell back into silence. The only thing I could hear was the drawers in the cabinet opening and closing.

"So... about this girl. Are you still thinking about it?" she asked. I didn't even know she'd actually had an a real interest in hearing what else I had to say about that.

"You mean Bridgett? Well... I don't know. I mean, she's in a committed relationship. Then again, she sounded really unhappy. I don't know if I want to get involved but... I won't lie, I like her. But I don't know if I like her enough to want to go through with what she wants to do." I said.

Mimi finished organizing the cabinet and wheeled it up against the wall. Then she hopped up to sit on top of it.

"Which is?" she asked. I didn't really know how else to give the answer.

"Well she wants to cheat on Graham using me. As in, not break up with him and keep seeing me as a boyfriend on the side. The answer should obviously be NO, but for some reason I couldn't just say that in the beginning. I couldn't say no to meeting her outside of work in the first place."

Mimi tapped the cabinet with her heels, softly kicking her feet.

"Well, you can basically red pill/blue pill this situation. On one hand, you can keep going with it and see how far the rabbit hole goes. Literally. It could lead to some problems down the line, but maybe it'll be worth it. On the other hand, you can just go home and totally ignore her. You go on with your life and while you avoid all the stress, you'll always think back and wonder what could have been if you took the chance."

Wondering what could have been. That was a phrase I'd thought of plenty of times before when it came to Jesse and now there was Bridgett. Do I avoid the whole mess or do I take that chance? There was no glorifying it, I'd become 'the other guy.' I'd be 'that guy she's been sleeping with.' But when I thought about Bridgett, somehow? That idea didn't bother me as much I thought it should have.

"I guess I'll go home and we'll see which pill I take along the way. But thanks for the advice, it does help a little bit." I said. I was about to go get dressed but Mimi still had one more thing to say.

"It's cool. You seemed pretty bent out of shape and lord knows I've gotten into situations like that before given my tastes. Though you know what might give you just a little more clarity?" She said. I raised an eyebrow, curious as to what she meant.

"What?" I asked. Then Mimi spread her legs apart, showing me the bright pink of her pussy. She placed her first two fingers against her clit, rubbing slowly in little circles.

"Might be easier to make a decision if you empty those balls first. You really shouldn't make life-changing decisions when you're horny. Believe me, I would know." she said.

The offer was tempting. I still had an erection and it wasn't going away anytime soon. She also had a decent point. Because right now, I was ready to call Bridgett on the way out the door because all I could think about was watching her tail bounce and twitch while I fucked her sideways. If the only thing attracting me to her was her body then it'd be a decision I'd regret real quick. I came back to Mimi, who seemed eager to see me considering the advice.

"I think I understand what you mean." I said, running my palm over her knee. She bit her lip, her eyes zeroing in straight to my cock.

"Good, because Jesebelle just left me alone with her only client that isn't a wrinkly old fuck in a monkey suit. And some of them seriously have actual monkey suits." She replied. She spread her legs a little wider and leaned back, giving me just enough space to get in between them. Though funny enough, I still had to get up on my toes to get angled just right.

"Y'know, I really thought I'd be done having to balance on my toes today." I said, chuckling to myself. Mimi giggled in a way that sounded more like her meeker persona.

"Well..." she started, bringing back the more shy, feminine tone. "You did say that I was cute and that you wanted to squeeze and cuddle me. Just, instead of squeezing and cudddling, you can just fuck me hard and fuck me harder."

One of her hands rested on her breast, tweaking her nipple while the other was dragging along my cock, teasing it towards her pussy. I felt a shiver go through me at the sound of her voice.

"Oh god, please don't just spring that on me, my heart can't take it." I said, laughing a little between my words.

"Aw, but I thought you liked naive, submissive little Mimi? I just want you bust that huge nut and paint my sensitive little titties in thick, white cum." She said all of this with a straight face and I just couldn't handle it. Both us burst out laughing, the echo bounding off the walls like a pack of superballs.

"Seriously though, don't hold back on me. You wouldn't believe how frustrating it can be working under that smug bitch."

"Tell me about it." I said.

-

The de-stress with Mimi did help to clear my head, as well as being an unexpectedly fun ending to the afternoon. It took my mind off of Bridgett for a little while, which was entirely welcome. At one point the rolling cabinet became too cumbersome to work around and we just went down to the floor. Her talent for blowjobs was insane, pulling even more mind blowing little tricks when she wasn't restrained by the ring-gag. They still aren't my favorite thing in the world, but she certainly could have changed my mind given enough time. When I finally climaxed it felt like I was cumming against the back of her throat, yet she didn't even flinch. I've worked with professionals who couldn't take it as well she did. She brought her head up from my cock, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to show me that she'd swallowed it.

"All gone!" she squeaked, then giving me a glowing, satisfied smile. I was too busy gasping for air and clawing at the floor, aftershocks going through my system. She was nice enough to suck off any little bit of excess from the tip, licking any little bit of our mixed fluids off my length.

In the end I left her lying on her back, relaxing with her arms behind her head, licking her lips and basking in the afterglow. I asked if she needed a ride anywhere but she said it was fine.

"Nah, I'm good. You can be on your way unless you've got another another round in the chamber for me" she said.

I told her I was spent. And I'm not kidding, I really was. I don't know what kind of ancient pressure point techniques she used on me but I felt like I'd just been milked dry. I thanked for that and the advice and went on my way.

The drive back home was long. Due the afternoon traffic and the thoughts buzzing in my head. Thankfully I didn't have sex on my mind thanks to Mimi, so I could weigh my options more carefully. But in all those thoughts, in all those mental scenarios I ran through, I just kept seeing Bridgett's face. I couldn't understand why I cared or why I was devoting so much time to thinking about her. It had to be a stupid decision to start seeing her isn't it? It could only lead to bad things down the line, wouldn't it? But anytime I thought about ignoring it all and going on with my life, all I saw was Bridgett not being in it.

It'd hit the evening by the time I got back to my apartment. I looked at Bridgett's number on my phone, the numbers staring back at me from the screen. I took my time working up the nerve to call. I raided my fridge, took a shower, lurked around the internet, forced myself to jack off just to be completely sure that I didn't just have sex on my mind.

And then I finally came to a decision.

-

Bridgett: Hello?

DD: Hey Bridge, it's... It's me.

Bridgett: ....I won't hold it against you if you say no.

DD: ......

Bridgett: I know I'm asking for a lot from you and I know it's selfish of me to just expect you go along with it. But I really like you. I want to get to know you. I don't know what I'm going to do about Graham but I'll figure something out just...

DD: ....

Bridgett: I don't want to just let this go and wonder what could've been...

DD: .....Are you doing anything tomorrow night?