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The Risk is the Reward 8

By Duffin Caprous

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This story is of an adult nature and therefore, if you are under 18, you need to not read this. However, if you do choose to not heed my warning, don't let your parents sue me!

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Happy New Year, everyone! Yes, I finally got another chapter out! I hope you enjoy it! Altering the previous chapter definitely helped get this one out. I rushed to get it done by New Year, so if there are a few mistakes or misspellings, please let me know and I'll correct them.

Jayson was jolted awake by a harsh banging on the side of the cage door, quickly realizing Mistress was kicking at it with her foot.

"Wake up, Vickie slut. Stand in front of your cage, arms at the side," Mistress said firmly as she reached for a shirt and slipped it on, giving Vickie the slightest glimpse at her breasts. He did as she told him, his head still swimming with memories of what happened last night. The otter walked over, knelt down and glanced up at Jayson, "I am going to inspect your piercing, you better not get hard, slut, or you're in trouble."

She went about unlocking the belt with a key around her neck. She pulled the belt away and went about inspecting the piercing and the bunny's sheath which she pulled back to get a better look. To his credit, Vickie didn't get hard, but he had to bite hard down on his tongue to prevent it. With a nod of her head, the otter carefully put everything back into place, locking the metal belt back together and gave it a pat on the front.

"Everything looks good. Soon enough, we'll get you a nice cage that incorporates your new ring. There'd be no reason to ever remove it then," she told him as she stood up. He couldn't tell from her tone if she was serious or not. Would she really lock him up...forever? She didn't alleviate his concerns, though, as she stood up, "Tell me the five rules you were given, slut."

Vickie hadn't expected such a question. His eyes widened, panic setting in. He hadn't thought about them since she told him. The bunny began to stumble over his words as he fought to remember, "I...I'm not to--"

The otter lifted a paw suddenly, palm out, "You will begin each rule with "Mistress' slut. Continue."

The bunny blushed a bit at that, letting out a whimper of embarrassment, "M...mistress' slut is not...allowed to cum or g...get hard without per...permission," he says, the blush growing as he struggled to think of another rule, "Um...u-um...oh! Mistress' slut is...is not allowed to wear anything at h-home unless...Mistress...tells him--"

Before he even got the word out, Vickie felt a sharp smack across his face, "Stupid shit, you just broken rule number 4 before you even finished reciting them. You are a girl, a bitch, a slut, do you understand me?" she says, fingers firmly gripping his muzzle to force him to look up at her, "Maybe we need to just get rid of these so you'll remember what you are, hmm?" Mistress said, giving a firm smack to the front of the chastity belt. It didn't hurt, but he certainly felt the impact. Vickie's eyes shot wide, quickly trying to shake is head as his face was gripped.

"I'm so...sorry, Mistress, I'm sorry! I wo...won't forget, please, I swear!" he cried out, voice a little muffled by the rough grip from the otter. She looks down at him coldly, letting the fear of castration sink in before releasing his muzzle.

"Continue, slut. And repeat that last one properly," she said simply.

The fear remained in the bunny, though, as he repeated, "Mistress' slut is not...allowed to wear clothes at home unless Mistress tells...h-her to. Mistress' slut is...a girl and must cor...correct anyone who tries to call her a...b-boy," Vickie said and was almost glad to have broken the rule because it caused him to remember it.

"Two left, girl. You have one minute," the otter told him with that same cold look on her face.

Vickie whimpered out, wracking his brain to remember the last two, "I...um, Mis...mistress' slut is....to kneel on the floor unless otherwise told by Mistress!" he said, smiling as it came to him, but Mistress didn't seem pleased. He still had one rule left to remember. He whimpered, trying to look around as if it would help him remember. His tattoo caught the corner of his eye and he gasped, "Mistress' slut must service anyone who wants to use her!"

Mistress looked down at her watch, "Time's up, slut," she said, looking disappointed as she looked over at the bunny. Vickie's heart dropped. Why wasn't Mistress looking pleased? "You forgot that you were to greet me and my friends by either nuzzling their crotch or kissing their feet. While you will be used by anyone who wants it, as is denoted by your collar, it was not one of the rules I told you. So fucking worthless...since I'm in a good mood today and that it the first time I've made you recite them, you won't be punished, but from this point forward, I expect you to be ready at a moment's notice to tell me the rules I've given you to follow. Understand?"

"Y...yes, Mistress..." Vickie replied meekly, quickly jumping to as Mistress firmly told him to go get dressed. He rushed out of her room and into his room, going to the closet. Not wanting to risk getting in trouble, he started to go through all five rules in his head over and over. He didn't want to disappoint Mistress again. Because...he didn't want to be punished, of course. He'd been thinking of the rules so hard that he hadn't realized he was just easily putting on girl's clothing without much hesitation. Looking in the mirror, he had on a cute pink long-sleeved shirt with a low-hanging neck that showed off the two middle letters of his tattoo. Around his waist was a black pleated skirt. The girly bunny blushed into the mirror and quickly turned, eeping as he saw Mistress leaning against the door frame.

"Such a good girl, getting dressed without a word of protest. I seen you didn't bother with panties. Good, those won't be necessary today. We're going to continue your training," Mistress told him, "Come, girl."

Vickie followed sheepishly behind Mistress as she lead him out to the car. He fidgeted nervously with the cuffs around his wrists, feeling the heavy metal there. The bunny got into Mistress' car. Soon, they were driving some place, but as usual, Mistress didn't feel the need to tell her slave where they were going.

"Now, Vickie, I expect you to be on your best behavior. We're going to meet another friend of mine. This is your chance to show me you deserve that collar around your neck," Mistress told him, "Tell me the five rules I have given you."

Vickie's ears perked as he was quizzed once again. His heart beat faster, knowing he was ready this time, "Mistress' slut is...to greet her friends by muzzling their...crotch or ki-kissing their feet. Mistress' slut is to...only kneel on the floor unless told otherwise. Um, Miss...mistress' slut is not allowed to cum or...or get hard without permission. Mistress' slut is not to wear...c-clothes at home unless she is told to. And, um...um...Mistress' slut is..." he started to say, panic setting in quickly as he searched his brain for the final rule. And then he suddenly remembered, "Mistress' slut is a girl and must correct anyone who calls her a...a boy!"

Mistress' paw reached over swiftly, causing the bunny to flinch, but instead of pain, she ruffled his girlish headfur, "Good girl! I thought you might forget the last one, but you remembered. Very good, girl. We're almost there. Now, don't ruin this. I'm sure you'll enjoy this training session."

As they pulled into the driveway of a modest house, Mistress reached over a clipped a collar to the front ring of Vickie's collar. She gestured for Vickie to follow her up to the door. She rang the doorbell and both stood there, Vickie fidgeting nervously with his paws. The door opened and he looked up, mouth gaping at the massive crocodile standing in the doorway. He nodded his head a little, "'ey there. This the liddle bitch?"

Vickie's face burned as the crocodile called him that. Mistress glanced over, "This is Vickie. She earned her name, but you can call her whatever you want, really. Doesn't matter."

Vickie blushed further and then a thought hit him suddenly and he quickly got down onto his knees with a deep blush. The sissy boy bent over, his lips soon pressing reverently to the bare feet of the crocodile, first one and then the other before pushing himself back upright on his knees. Without a word, the large male stepped aside and Vickie could feel a tug to his collar from the leash and knew he was to crawl into the house.

He was lead down a hallway and into the living room of the reptile's house, "Oh my, she's certainly changed since I last saw her," he heard Mistress say with a chuckle. Vickie took the chance to look up and his eyes widened. On the floor laid a snow white mouse girl. She couldn't have been more than eighteen and was a tiny little thing, maybe 5 foot 4 inches at most. Her ankles had been cuffed to the thighs, forcing her legs wide apart. Her arms were also cuffed to the thigh cuffs, keeping them completely at her side. Her hips jutting up into the air and unable to lower them. He also saw the girl's pink nipples had been pierced with silver rings. As he continued staring, he realized that the girl also had four rings pierced through both of her pink labia as well as a horizontal bar piercing right through her clit. He'd never seen anything like that before and he found himself starting to get quite hard in his chastity belt.

"Aye, she's been a good liddle 'ore for me. Figgered Ah might as well let ya user 'er as a teachin' aid if ya needed it," the croc replied in his deep voice, "She's wearin' 'er hood. Can't hear a fuckin' thing. Ain't that right, cunt?" Vickie glanced to the mouse girl who didn't reply or even seen to realize anyone had been talking.

Mistress grinned softly, "I see. How long as she been there? And when was the last time she came?"

The croc smirked a little, "Oh, Ah left 'er there since last night. She's well trained, knows better'n to ask me why. Not that she can anyway. Got a ball gag on unner the hood. Oh, she ain't cum in six months, neither. Usually got 'er cunt all locked up, so this is a special occasion."

Mistress chuckled softly and nodded, "So, she doesn't know what the plan is for today, then."

The croc then shook his head, "Naw, but she knows the rules and the punishment fer breakin' em."

Mistress laughed softly and nodded, soon finally regarding Vickie on his knees on the floor, "Listen, slut. Master Frank has been gracious to lend us use of his girl so you can learn the proper way to eat out a girl. You're not bad, but I could tell you were getting tired after only a few minutes. That's not acceptable. You're expected to be able to please a woman as long as they desire. So, here's the deal, slut. I am going to watch and give you instructions on what to do to the mouse. If you make her cum, then I am going to let you cum, understand? You will have an hour. However many orgasms you give to her is how many I will let you have. Go, get to work."

Vickie's eyes widened as Mistress laid out the deal for him. He quickly looked to the splayed out girl and crawled toward her. He looked her over, still getting used to having his snout down between a girl's legs. He felt a paw grip the back of his headfur, forcing him down until his muzzle mashed against the girl's pussy causing her to gasp out suddenly and struggle in the bonds.

"Get your fucking face down there, you stupid cunt," Mistress growled, apparently not happy with the bunny 'girl' taking so long. He mffed into the other girl's sex, but quickly started to slide his tongue out against her sweet young pussy. The girl moaned audibly into the hood as she felt the tongue dragging over her lips like that. Mistress released the boy's head, letting him work on her.

He could feel her eyes watching him and his technique, "Don't spend too much time on the lips, girl. Get her clit, too. The little bump right at the top of her cunt there," he heard her say, blushing as she deigned to explain where the clit was, assuming he had no idea. He quickly obeyed, tongue dragging upward to lick and flick over the girl's clit hood, "Good slut. Now take your two fingers and push them in her."

The bunny blushed deeply as he was guided in pleasing a girl, still unable to believe this all was happening to him. He obeyed, nervously bringing his fore and middle fingers up to press to the girl's wet sex and he sank them into her, drawing a louder moan from the mouse girl struggling in her bonds. He didn't know it, but the girl was under strict orders to never cum unless she was granted permission and after being locked in chastity for six months, the girl was finding it incredibly difficult to hold back.

"Good. Now, curl those fingers up and search around. You'll know when you find what you need to find slut. And suck on her clit," came the voice of the otter female as he followed her instructions. His fingers curled up, not really sure what she meant when he'd find what he was looking for. Those fingers brushed over a rough patch in the mouse who instantly cried out, her hips shaking, "There! Keep rubbing and tapping there, slut."

He heard her command and quickly found that spot again, definitely feeling the girl's pussy clenching down around his fingers as her pressed up firmly and started sucking t the bunny's clit, tongue licking back and forth quickly. The whole time, the girl was moaning and whimpering, clearly trying to say words through the ball gag. Even if she were given permission, she wouldn't be able to hear it, which she knew was what mattered.

The reptile continued to watch as the sissy bunny pleasured his slave. He sat on his recliner smoking a cigar, "Looks lahk she's a bit 'f a nat'ral ain't she?" he asked Mistress, chuckling a bit. That made Vickie blush brightly at the compliment, but seemed focused on his job. Getting to cum was on the menu, after all, and he REALLY wanted to. The mouse girl kept trying to plead, her hips jerking and trying to get away from the boy's muzzle, but she couldn't move all that much. As he pressed firmly, rubbing quickly at the mouse girl's g-spot, she exploded, screaming into her gag as those hips jerking up and down desperately.

Mistress suddenly gripped Vickie's headfur, yanking him back right as the girl started to cum which only made her scream out desperately, getting almost no satisfaction from her ill-gotten orgasm. She sobbed in the hood as the otter kept his head pulled back.

"She is not allowed to cum, slut, so you will pull away right as she goes over, understand? She is not to get any satisfaction for breaking the rules," he heard her say. He nodded his head, blushing deeply.

"Yes...M-Mistress," he replied, earning a pat to his head. They waited until the girl's sobs and her hips stilled before Mistress released him, "Get back to it."

He quickly went forward, his muzzle pressing to her soaked folds, drawing a whimpering moan from the bound up girl. Vickie went to it with a will, unsure of the prospect of cumming or the knowledge that he made the mouse girl break the rules by cumming, but his tongue plunged past the mouse girl's lips, bringing a paw up to rub at her clit firmly. It all drew a sobbing moan from the girl, her toes curling to either side of her as the unknown male ate her out on the floor while both owners watched. It certainly wasn't long before the girl built up to another intense orgasm, soaking the inside of the hood with her tears as she came so close again.

Vickie, remembering what Mistress told him, felt the girl starting to orgasm once again and quickly pulled back. The girl screamed out again into the ball gag in her muzzle, her hips jerking and humping back and forth as a little dribble of honey leaked from her. Vickie felt awful at tormenting this girl like this, but...he had no choice. If he didn't perform well or, worse, let the girl cum all the way...he'd be punished severely. Little did he know what the punishment was for her.

Vickie brought the girl close two more times, leaving her desperately pleading through the gag to be allowed to cum. At this point, she was way too far gone to even worry about permission. She was more pleading with Vickie to let her finish, not even knowing he was the one eating her pussy. Mistress watched on, looking pleased as the timer from her phone beeped, "That's an hour, slut. Sit back. You've done well. I'm very pleased."

Vickie beamed, blushing quite a bit, his face covered in the mouse slave's juices, "Th...thank you, Mistress," he said in his practiced girly voice. The crocodile got up from the chair, grumbling softly. The grumbling alone scared Vickie, but he felt a bit relieved as Mistress rested her paw on his head. The crocodile crouched down and undid the hood, tugging it off of the mouse girl's head, revealing her sweat-matted headfur plastered over her face. She looked up fearfully at her reptile master.

"Mmm ffforry! Mmm ffforry! Mmmm riiied!" she pleaded to him, her eyes red and puffy from her crying within the hood. The crocodile swiftly brought his scaled hand down, smacking the mouse girl across the face.

"Yer sorry? Ya let a pissant liddle sissy cunt make ya cum four tahms, ya fuckin' slut! Ah'm so pissed 't yew. Yew know yer getting' locked up perm'nantly now, right?" he said to her, spitting down onto the mouse girl's face. She looked horrified and struggled, pleading with the reptile to show her mercy, that she tried and couldn't help it, but yelped as the big hand came down, smacking her face again.

"No, ya cain't fuckin' handle havin' a cunt, so Ah'm gonna just take it away from ya. Now stop yer bawlin' and show some respect to th' guests we got over. As punishment, Ah'm gonna let this liddle fuckin' sissy fag 'ere cum in ya and knock ya up n' yer gonna 'ave her kits. See 'ow you lahk that," he said as Vickie gasped at the rather harsh punishment set to befall the girl. And then the rush of humiliation as he is added on as a 'punishment', as if no girl would ever want him.

Mistress cleared her throat a little bit, apparently letting the "fag" comment pass which would imply Vickie was a boy, "Frank...my boy has most certainly not earned the right to fuck a pussy, even as low as the mouse is. But...I do have an idea. You have a speculum?"

The crocodile smirked slightly, nodding his head, knowing where she was thinking with this. He walked off, leaving the other three there. Mistress produced the key to the chastity belt, letting Vickie's short cock throb hard out, completely unable to control himself. Even Mistress seemed pleased and amused. He looked down, seeing that relatively new piercing he'd been forced to get. It still stung a bit, especially getting hard.

"Look at that...did your little clit get hard from eating that girl out? I bet it did. Little slut, you are," she whispered to him, making Vickie blush quite a bit in humiliation. He gasped, feeling the otter's fingers lightly touching his cock, making him moan softly as the crocodile returned. The mouse had calmed down, her eyes wet with tears as she seemed to accept her fate. She gasped out, feeling the metal speculum sliding slowly into her pussy and then as it started to spread apart, stretching her cunt wider and wider.

Vickie could see all the way down to the girl's cervix, a sight entirely new to him. He felt Mistress nudge him forward on his knees, that hard little cock throbbing right over the mouse's entrance, "Now, girl...you're going to get to cum. You will still need to ask my permission, though, and be granted it before you cum. Do NOT forget that or you'll be joining this little mouse cunt in never touching your clits again."

Vickie nodded quickly, "Yes, Mistress!" moaning suddenly as her fingers wrapped around his erection from behind. Her chest pressed to his back, holding him there as her other paw slid beneath him, cupping his sac while beginning to jerk him off right over the mouse's pussy. He winced a bit, the mixture of pleasure and pain from the piercing certainly an odd one.

The croc gripped at the mouse's headfur and yanked her head painfully up, making her stare at the otter jerking off the small bunnyhood right over her spread open cunt, "There, least some good'll come o' yew. Gitcha nahce and knocked up n then locked shut. Fuck, bet she don't even cum all that much. Think how humiliatin' it'll be getting a bun in ya from that liddle thing. Ah was plannin' on doin' yew mahself, but def'nitely not now."

The girl started to cry again as she was forced to watch as Mistress' paw stroked up and down quickly. The bunny's toes began to curl as he moaned girlishly from the amazing touch of Mistress, quickly getting him close, "Mis...mistress, please may I cum?" he asked desperately.

She didn't answer right away and Vickie was terrified she would wait too long and he wouldn't be able to hold back, but with a chuckle, he heard her simply say "Yes" to his question and that was it. He moaned out, hips jerking back and forth, humping her paw as he was finally allowed to cum. Those toes curled up tightly as an actually decent load shot out of his dick. Mistress aimed it down ward, ensuring not a drop missed the opening of the speculum. Vickie watched it drool down into the girl's pussy all the way to the bottom. Mistress' fingers squeezed and slowed, milking the last bit of his balls out and into the speculum before pulling back, leaving Vickie there panting heavily.

The croc reached over and unscrewed the speculum while the mouse girl sobbed openly again, feeling the cum leaking down into her pussy all the way, leaving her shut closed as the metal medical device slid out. The reptile growled softly, "Fuck sake, cunt...Ah told ya t' stow that shit. Yer goin' in the box for a few days after this fer sure.

Vickie didn't know what the "box" was, but he didn't want to consider the mouse girl's eyes shot wide and she instantly went silent. The mouse watched, feeling Mistress stand up and rest her paw on his head again. The reptile went about the task of removing the four rings from each of the mouse's pussy. Vicki didn't know what he was planning, but his eyes widened as the croc brought up four very slightly bigger rings. Without being all that careful, he threaded one each through the holes in each of her respective labia, wincing a little bit as he roughly pulled the holes more open.

He wanted to look away, but felt the otter's paw resting firmly on his head, making him watch. The crocodile reached for a tube with two nozzles. He squeezed a metallic substance out and spread some into a paper plate beside him, using a tooth pick to smear two metallic-looking substances around. The girl cried out, seeming to know what the stuff was. It earned a slap to the face from the reptile who silently smeared the goop into the holes of the metal ball meant to attach to the open part in the ring. Using a tool to spread the ring, he fit the ball within and closed it shut, making the girl sob out. He did the same for all four of the girl's piercing holes, sealing her up each time with welder epoxy. Within minutes, they were permanently sealed on her cunt. The final touch was especially cruel. He unscrewed the bar piercing from the mouse's clit, making her cry out at the sensation, only to bring up a small metal cover-looking device. It easily was fitted right over her clit, the piercing sank back through. He applied more epoxy to both ends, screwing them tightly in place, ensuring she couldn't even rub her clit if she wanted to.

And there she was, permanently sealed up, never to experience pleasure or an orgasm again, making Vickie tremble and whimper softly, feeling quite a lot of sympathy for the poor girl.

"Ya better git goin', M. Ah'm gonna have ta beat this fuckin' cunt before Ah put 'er in the box an' Ah don't really care fer an audience," the reptile said to Mistress as he stood back up.

The otter grinned softly, "Not at all, I completely understand. I feel the same about Vickie. We'll get out of your hair. She looked to the mouse girl and shook her head a little, "What a shame you weren't better at following the rules.

Vickie heard screams of pain as Mistress lead him out the door and out into the front driveway, sending a shudder down his spine. Mistress set the chastity belt in Vickie's lap after he got in, the otter starting the car up.

As she backed out, Vickie thought about what had happened, the boy trembling, "M...mistress?" he asked, amazed at his own bravery.

She glanced over a moment as she began to drive, "What is it?" she replied coldly.

"M-Mistress, I...I don't want to be like...like her," he said softly, blushing across his face.

The otter's brow raised a bit, "Like her? You mean locked up permanently? You will be if I fucking want you to be."

He let out a soft little whimper, "No! No, I mean..." he started to say and swallowed before forcing the words out, "I want to be...a g-good girl for you..."

That drew a bit of a grin from the otter, not something he saw all that often, "Is that so? And you think she wasn't a good girl?"

His cheeks remained quite flushed, "It...it wasn't fair, but...she kn-knew the rules..." he replied quietly, immediately regretting even speaking up as her next question came.

"So, you think that even if I make you follow unfair standards, that I should punish you severely or you're not a good girl?" her voice came to his ears, cold and rather devious.

A whimper of fear slipped out of his mouth before he replied, "If...If that's what you...decide. I just w...want you to be proud of me, Mistress."

As he looked over, he could see just the briefest moments of softening on her face as he said that. Little did he even know how far he'd come to even admit that, how everything had been shaping his mind to her favor. She reached over and he flinched slightly, but instead of being slapped, she pet his cheek lightly, still looking at the road.

"You're learning, girl. Very good. Fine, then. Well, I am not going to be quite as severe as Master Frank. His slave has been in training since she was 12. She should know better. But, we will make the standing rule a month without orgasm if you break rule number 3. Which is...?"

Vickie blushed as he was pop quizzed, "Mistress' slut shall not orgasm or become...h-hard without permission."

"That's right. And you did break that rule, did you not?" she asked him which only made the bunny whimper our fearfully.

"I'm s-sorry, Mistress I--" he started to say, the otter female's paw swiping out to smack his muzzle firmly.

"I didn't ask for excuses. Don't you fucking regress now. I asked you if you broke the fucking rule!" she growled out softly.

"Yes!" the bunny squeaked, resisting the urge to touch his stinging face.

"That's right, you did. Now, you have one chance here, girl. When we get home, I am going to punish you. Or, you can give up your remaining orgasms and we will forget it ever happened," she told him, eyes watching the road and cars in front of her, "You've got five seconds to decide.

The bunny whimpered out as he was given the choice and forced to decide within a few seconds. He really wanted those orgasms! Who knew when he'd get them again? But..he broke one of the "Cardinal Rules" and he had no idea what the punishment would be or even if--

"Times up, cunt. Guess you want to be punished and lose out on your orgasms. That's fine with me," she says, leaving Vickie breathless.

"M-mistress, no wait, ple--" he started to say, earning another angry slap to the face, causing Vickie to sob out in pain and humiliation.

"Shut the fuck up, Vickie. I gave you a choice and you didn't respond. That was your choice. So, now you get nothing and will be punished for getting hard and breaking Rule number 3," she told him. He sat there crying in the seat as the mood almost instantly changed to one of shame and fear and him being upset that he'd disappointed Mistress.

They soon pulled into the driveway and Mistress opened the garage door, telling Vickie to get inside. He did as he was told, looking fearful.

"Get your clothes off," Mistress told him simply in that cold, authoritative voice of hers. The bunny's small little whimper slipped from his lip, but he quickly did as he was told. He certainly had no trouble staying soft now as he looked around to see where he was supposed to put his clothes. The otteress simply took the girly clothing from him while he stood naked in the cool garage. He glanced out to the road and he knew others could see him there. Mistress reached up to grab at one of the rings in his collar and let out a soft squeaks as she yanked him toward the door, leading him inside. The sissy was lead through the house back to that familiar place, the dungeon room where he'd been bound up and milked for hours. He hesitated, but a rough yank from Mistress lead him to stumble into the room.

"Lie down on the floor, bitch," she said, not commenting at the boy's hesitation. Jayson whimpered again and nervously did as he was told, gasping at the slight cool of the concrete even through his grey fur. Knowing it was best to try to obey, he didn't even look around to see what Mistress was doing. He did gasp as he felt a grip around his balls. It wasn't painful or anything and he did his damnedest to not get hard simply from the touch. Luckily he was way to afraid to even think about getting aroused. Something seemed to slip around his ball sac and felt slightly heavy as Mistress released it. He could hear jingling of what sounded like chain and then suddenly blinked, hearing the pulling of chains and feeling movement around his crotch. Whatever was around his balls started to lift and it was only now that Jayson dared to look down. He gasped, seeing a leather parachute buckled around his small sac. Mistress remained silent as he looked over and saw her pulling on a length of chain that wound up into a pulley system which made it easy to lift just about anything, even a pair of small bunny balls.

Mistress continued to pull the chain, Jayson feeling the leather pulling up more on his nuts. He had to lift his hips up to relieve the pulling pain, but soon enough the boy had to lift his butt up higher. Within a few moments, he was forced to arch his back up as well, whimpering out as the pulling continued. He shook fearfully, soon looking upside down as it had become a bit difficult to keep his head lifted. Mistress finally stopped and while Jayson couldn't see it, the parachute was pulling his balls straight up in the air and away from his body a little bit.

"You will stay this way until I come back and get you, Vickie. It will give you time to think. I will not be coming in here for an hour, so if you drop and rip your little nuts off, all the better so I won't have to decide to do it or not," Mistress told him as she squatted down in front of his head.

Jayson's eyes widened. An hour?! He gasped out, words tumbling out before he could stop them, "Mistress, please, no, I can't...can't last that long like this!"

The otteress' eyes went even colder than before, "No? My last slave lasted all night, I think you'll be fine. But, if you need some incentive..." she said, getting back to her feet to wander back to the chain. Jayson yelped out in pain as she pulled the chain three more times. Now on his tip toes, the bunny scrambled desperately as the parachute pulled painfully on his balls. Without another word, Mistress walked to the door, shutting and locking it from the outside. The lights went off next, leaving Jayson in total darkness.

To say the bunny sobbed would be an understatement. He kept having to try to reposition himself without letting himself drop too far. Each movement felt like his sac would be ripped from his body. Tears streamed up the up-turned face of the bunny, soaking a bit into his hair as he dangled there. He did indeed think, wondering how the hell he continued to let himself be in this position. He'd told her he wanted to be good for her. It wasn't something he consciously had thought, it was as if it were ingrained in his subconscious. Not even five minutes had gone by and Jayson's footpaws already started to shake. The incredibly perilous position was leaving the bunny mentally and physically exhausted already. He didn't know if Mistress were serious or not about not checking in on him. He didn't know if she had a camera in the room or not, but he knew if he did fall that he'd no doubt bleed to death before she'd come back. Of course, she hadn't tied him down or anything, so he could maybe get to the door...if he could even stand the pain. But, would she even come to the door before the time was up? Jayson had no idea.

The boy's legs continued to shake, his footpaws angled downward so his toes could try to dig into the concrete to get any sort of hold while he hung there by his balls. He began to wonder if he should just let himself drop. True, Mistress hadn't been too bad to him, but what he'd seen terrified him. She was very serious about him being her slave and...him being a girl. He was certainly of that now. This wasn't play to her or the people she socialized with. The tears continued flowing from his eyes as now his arms began to tremble and quake as they tried valiantly to keep him up in a crab-like arch. It had to have been an hour! Where was she? Maybe she'd forgotten she put him in here. What if she'd gotten engrossed in a TV show or something?

His mind soon drifted to the previous slave she'd mentioned. Jayson wondered if that was that slave Carrion that Mistress had mentioned a few days previously. He supposed that he had it a little better off if Mistress had left that one like this for multiple hours. Of course...Mistress could have been making it all up. Jayson couldn't see anything in the room. It was as if he were blind. He could feel a slight breeze, no doubt from an air conditioning system, but there were no sounds other than those of his fearful sobs and the jangling of the chains each time he moved to re-adjust.

For what seemed like hours, the bunny's mind went in and out of focus. He was amazed he'd managed to keep upright as long as he had, but when any weight added to the parachute could rip his balls off, he figured it was a pretty good motivator. His arms and legs were shaking, though, and he had pretty much lost all feeling in his limbs. They were nearly numb from the exertion of holding up his own body weight. He'd tried! But, he couldn't hold on any longer. Jayson knew it was a matter of moments before he fell, putting weight on his poor balls. As if reading his mind, the door lock clicked and suddenly light flooded the room, making him squeak out and squint his eyes.

Mistress slowly and casually walked to the arched bunny who was clearly struggling to stay upright. He could barely keep his arms from buckling when he heard her voice and saw her step a footpaw right in front of is head.

"Kiss it and apologize and I will let you down," she said to him firmly.

The bunny let out another sob. He heard the order and saw the otteress' footpaw on the floor a good two inches from his head. With him arched so high, there was no way he was going to get to it! His eyes turned to look upward at her pleadingly, but the look was one that said he'd better do it or else. With a painful whimper, the bunny tried to lift himself right up to the very tips of his toes. He tried to arch himself down, bending his arms some to tip his head down. He strained, feeling immense pain in his balls, so much that he thought he might vomit all over the otteress' footpaws. He was sure that would go over well... Pursing his lips and pushing them out as far as he could, the lips brushing the slightest bit against the top of her foot, knowing that wouldn't have been considered acceptable. Full of anger and frustration, he yanked himself down, lips mashing right against the otter's toes. Unfortunately, swinging himself in such a way lead to swinging back the other way and suddenly, the bunny felt his feet leaving the ground. The full weight of his body hung from only his testicles and the pain lanced through him. He knew it. They were going to come off! He had expected to see Mistress rushing to lower him when a small place in his brain seemed to suddenly remember the second part required to be let out.

"Ahhhhh! Mistress, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry for breaking one of your rules! I want to be good, I swear! P-please, Mistress, please let me down, it huuuuurts!" he wailed out into the dungeon. It was apparently sufficient as Mistress walked over to press a button that rapidly lowered the bunny back to the floor, perhaps a little bit hard, even. His paws instantly went for his ball, but the otter was right there, smacking his paws away.

"You don't touch this without my permission, Vickie. These balls and this little clit are mine ," she told Jayson, who quickly brought his paws to his paw to hide his bawling face. Mistress inspected the poor abused balls as she removed the parachute. They were no worse for wear. She, of course, knew that they could withstand short periods of suspension like that, but was pleased to see Jayson didn't know that.

The otter gripped at Jayson's collar and pulled him up to his feet, leading the crying bunny out into the living room. His balls felt like they'd been in a vice and he stopped where she told him to stop, just looking as if he was about to drop from the exhaustion. Mistress stood before him, evaluating him before reaching up with a tissue to wipe his eyes.

"You did very well, Vickie, despite some protests and disobedience. I trust you will remember this the next time you break one of the standing rules, yes?"

Jayson nodded his head, feeling oddly comforted as Mistress dried his eyes, "Ye...yes, Mistress, I will, I p-promise..." he replies, much to worn out to consider not replying appropriately.

Mistress nodded her head and reached over to take a glass of water and hold it out to him, "Drink this, Vickie."

Jayson took the glass gladly and did as she told him, chugging the water down until it was all gone. He hold the glass out with a weak paw, feeling as if he was almost going to drop it. Mistress took is from him and nodded, telling Vickie to stand still as she lifted a smartphone up and took a photo of the naked bunny standing before her which made his eyes widen and a blush come across his cheeks. She then lead him wordlessly up to her bedroom where the cage lay. Jayson gladly got inside and almost instantly passed out. Little did he know, the various hormone chemicals Mistress had put into the water instantly began the slow work in reshaping the boy's form as he slept.