Impulse Buys
A start to the short story I wanted to write. One way to live out your fantasies is to write them all down :3
The tiger took one last breathe before the ball-gag slid between his muzzle, the strap tightening around this head.
He took one last look into my eyes before everything dipped into pitch black as the blindfold slid around his head.
He flexed his paws one last time before they were bound behind his back.
"Are you ready, tiger?" I whispered in his ears softly.
"Can we get it? Pleaaaasssee?" I begged him, holding a short whip between my paws with a distasteful '50 Shades of Murr' tag swinging off it. "You never let me buy anything kinky," I added with a small pout.
"I let you get those nipple clamps last month!" He replied with a slight wince, remembering the stinging pain that lasted for days after they had picked up those clamps. He always didn't like coming in here, he knew we would always leave with something a little out of the ordinary.
"Fine," I huffed, putting the whip down where I didn't find it as something else caught my eye, "Oooohhh, look at this!" I pick up a small box with a stunning vixen printed on it, a bright purple ball-gag separating her muzzle.
"No," the tiger responded firmly, "You know I'm not into that kinda stuff."
"You never know until you try," I argued with him, "How do you know you don't love it?"
"I just do, okay? So drop it."
"That's not what your search history tells me..." That got a reaction out of my tiger.
"What were you doing in my search history?" He asks me, staring down at me now. I only respond with a sly grin.
"I wasn't, I lied, but judging by your not-so-subtle reaction I think I know what I'm buying!" He let's out a huff and rolls his eyes at me, not saying another word.
"I'll be in the car." He said and left without another word.
I fell into the car with a big grin on my face and a much lighter wallet. I saw his eyes slightly open in surprise when he saw the size of my bag, filled with plenty of things to keep us entertained.
"I thought we were just getting a gag?" He asked me, perplexed at what I could have possibly purchased the last minute. He started the car and pulled out of the mostly empty parking lot, the radio coming to live with your latest top 40 hits.
"Oh don't you worry tiger," I reassured him, "There's nothing in here that you won't like."
He scoffed at me, "I'll be the judge of tha-" He ended his sentence short when he found a soft paw wrap around his growing bulge fighting against his jeans. He'll hate to admit it but he was excited for what was in store tonight, it's hard not to when your otter half gets so excited about sex, it rubs off on you eventually. The tiger gripped onto the wheel tighter as he could feel the relief of the buttons of his jeans popping open, his cock slowly pushing and springing out, spilling out onto the seat. "Fucking hell, Aaron, you can't wait 10 minutes to get home first?" His cock was leaking now, he could smell it fill the small space of the car.
"Mmmhmm, never with you, Eve" I replied with the sultry tone I used that I know made his cock twitch. And harden. Fast. My paw stroked along the small barbs on his cock as he tried his best to not crash the car into a pole.
"Fucking hell, Otter, sometimes I forget you're not a fox."
"Hey! That's racist," I say lightly, knowing it was just a joke, giving his prick a good squeeze for good measure. He let's out a half grumble half moan as his hips move against me, wanting more than just a handjob I'm sure.
Once we got home, I slipped into the bathroom to freshen up, and I told my tiger to into the bedroom and get ready. He knew what that meant. No one would ever guess it but my tiger had a guilty secret that I, and maybe a couple of his exes, knew about. He loved to dress up. Short skirts, stockings, anything feminine he'd love to wrap himself up with. And just as I expected, when I walked into the room there he was, sitting on the edge of the bed in his favourite. An adorable black and white maid outfit I got him last Christmas. Eve always changed as a fur when he dressed up, he would shift into a more submissive personality, quieter, less angry... waiting for my command. It was a surprise to me at first but it only took one look at that body in those clothes for me to be convinced I hit the jackpot. Without a word I walked across the room, dropping my mysterious bag of goodies onto the bed, cupping his muzzle in my paws. Even with him sitting he almost met me at eye-level.
"How are you feeling, Pet?"
He whimpered back softly, he always did when I called him that. "I'm good... sir."
And my thick otter tail always twitched when he called me that. It was the first time I had ever been dominant when someone when I first met, Eve, but it was a role I quickly fell into and loved. Not that I wouldn't enjoy a good submissive session one day again.
"Good... good pet..." I lifted his muzzle up and planted a soft kiss on him, my other paw sliding down his chest, slowly lifing the tent around his hard cock. "Someone ready to please their master?" He just nodded slowly as he watched my reach behind him and pull out a few of the things I had purchased. I could see him swallow as he watched the first thing lift up in front of his muzzle. A ball-gag. My tiger took one last breathe before the it slid between his muzzle, the strap tightening around this head. He took one last look into my eyes before everything dipped into pitch black as the blindfold slid around his head. He flexed his paws one last time before they were bound behind his back.
"Are you ready, tiger?" I whispered in his ears softly. He nodded again, letting out a muffled squeal when I slapped his cock gently. "Good, turn over for me tiger, climb up onto the bed on all fours." Well it was more like all twos, as with this arms bound behind his back there was nothing supporting him but his muzzle pushed up against the bed. What a sight to behold. I could never grow old of this. That soft skirt lightly tugging around that sweet tiger ass, his black and white tail flicking in the air in anticipation. He knew he'd been a good pet and was about to be rewarded. There was just once last piece to the muzzle I wanted to add to the painting. I spread his legs wide open and slid up between them a solid thigh-bar, the two restraints clicking in comfortably around his thighs tightly. Once he realized the new restraint, he tested them, moving his legs with no avail. He was spread wide open just for me and he had no choice about it. I heard him mumble something inaudible into the bed but I ignored it for now. I knew his safeword, well satisfaction, if things got too out of hand.
I slowly pulled up that skirt and held it up, watching his pink cock dangling between his legs, poking out from his white fluffy sheath and soft coinpouch balls, but above that is the prize I spied, his tight tailhole twitching in excitement for me. I drop down to my knees against the bed and lean in, kissing his cheeks softly. I kiss a painfully slow trail towards his entrance, loving every whimper I hear muffle against the bed and ballgag. I knew he was going to love this.