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She shook her head, earning a long serious stare from him. “That’ll do it.”\n\n\n“Oh, right, like I can’t find it enjoyable because of the tea flavor?”\n\n\nHe pointed to the menu inside from their patio table. “Ignoring that, yes, the tea flavor is in all of them, there are several more overpowering flavors. Brown sugar milk, Mango, Honeydew, Thai–”\n\n\n“What even is Thai tea? Isn’t that just how they do tea in Thailand?”\n\n\nHis red locks fell forward with his head. He groaned. Yaella was a lovely woman and a wonderful domme, but she was uncultured and had a habit of pointing out the obvious that everyone else casually ignored. “Yes, that’s how they do tea in Thailand. But they make tea differently, so it’s called Thai tea.”\n\n\nShe nodded absently, munching on the tea balls in her mouth. “Right…right…mind if I get a smoothie?”\n\n\nKjatar let her be, taking the moment to enjoy the downtown plaza view. He’d taken it a little less risky today, dressing androgynous enough with tight pants and a loose collared shirt. Skirts were fun in warm weather, but there was something about the tightness around his crotch area that made Erika’s gift all the more exhilarating. \n\n\nYaella, meanwhile, wore leather and fishnets like the weather wasn’t a factor at all. Her heavy combat boots rattled with clips at every step. Though not much of a feet person, he did feel a certain urge at the idea of those boots pushing his face into the earth. That might have been why she wore them, given how she smiled whenever she caught him peeking. Though to be fair, she rarely didn’t smile. \n\n\nThis was their fifth hangout. Their fifth ‘date’ if Kjatar was being honest. He wasn’t the kind of person to be tied down by one partner. Erika knew that, and he made sure Yaella knew that. She respected that well enough, so long as he didn’t mind a little public manhandling. By their second hangout outside of the club, he was addicted to it. Something about being directed and forced around in public made the pink cat giddy. His finger curled around one of his red pigtails as he watched her through the smoothie shop window. \n\n\nYaella kept him close when they moved on. Not for fear of anyone hurting him, her presence alone seemed to scare away all but the most daring onlooker,s and even they turned away at her growl. It was closer to her being his coat. A very tight, restraining, coat that liked to pinch and grip wherever and whenever it damn well pleased. On several occasions, she slipped a pair of fingers past his pants, finding not only a pair of soft lace panties he wore for comfort and confidence, but a precious surprise.\n\n\n“Plugged and ready?” Yaella asked, earning a nod from Kjatar the first time she found out. “My, my, you can’t turn it off, can you?”\n\n\n“Turn what off?” \n\n\n“You know damn well what I mean,” she leaned in to whisper, “slut.”\n\n\nHe giggled, “To be fair, with Erika holding my keys, I can only get so much on my own.”\n\n\n“I thought the point of chastity was to get people to stop fucking?”\n\n\n“People are horny. They find a way.”\n\n\nSome time later, after smoothies and bubble tea were consumed and tossed by trash bins, Yaella spoke up. “What would you say if I told you Erika gave me your keys for today?”\n\n\n“I’d raise my brow and wonder aloud why you aren’t wearing them,” he said. Yaella wasn’t the type to not be brazen after all. Ever since her first joint session with Miss B and him, the hyena made a point to put loud and proud in her dominance. So, a simple necklace of his keys would have been expected. And yet her neck was bare.\n\n\n“Oh, I am,” Yaella said, grinning widely with fanged teeth, “I’ll be happy to show you, but I want this somewhere a little more…private.”\n\n\n“Your place or mine?”\n\n\nShe cackled, patting his back so hard he nearly fell forward. “Not that private, pretty boy. You can’t tell me you don’t like a little risk.”\n\n\nOf course, she’d push that button. Kjatar wasn’t an exhibitionist. Well, it wasn’t his main kink anyway. Yet when Yaella wanted to do something, he got the urge to try a little harder. It was like her excitement, her energy in general, was infectious. So he scoped around on their walk, taking pains to avoid the packed beach or dark alleyways. Eventually, he settled on the shadow of a park bridge. The structure had been covered in so many cracks and leaves that it’d all been abandoned by the town. Maybe there were plans to rebuild it, but Kjatar lost that train of thought when Yaella pushed him against the wall and shoved her tongue down his throat. \n\n\nA good foot of height and all that strength kept him propelled off the ground as she ravaged him. A thick bridge of saliva broke under gravity’s weight between their lips as she pulled away. With a hungry grin, she held his mouth open and spat. \n\n\n“Who’s my sissy slut?” She teased, free hand slipping underneath his shirt to press his chest.\n\n\n“I am,” he whispered. That earned him a playful if firm slap.\n\n\n“Who’s my sissy slut?” she inched closer, teeth nipping at his neck. \n\n\n“I am,” he said through big lips, wincing as her fangs dug in. Not enough to pierce, she’d never hurt him like that. Just enough to hold, to help pin him down as she cupped his crotch. \n\n\n“And this is?” She whispered, pulling his zipper down to let his balls and caged head breathe.\n\n\n“My clitty,” he whimpered, voice breaking as her large palm engulfed and squeezed. \n\n\n“And my stress ball,” Yaella said, “Do you like it when I squeeze my stress ball?”\n\n\nHe nodded rapidly, “Y-Yes, mistress,” \n\n\n“Good sissy,” She let go, urging him down by his shoulder until his knees hit the cold pavement of the alley. He smelled her cock bulging underneath her skirt. Smelled its musk before he saw the wonderful organ cast a shadow over his drooling face. A tiny bead of pre-cum seemed from the tip, dripping upon his waiting tongue. He gulped it down, salty taste and all.\n\n\nSomething glistened behind her balls. She chuckled when he noticed, directing his head and lifting her sack to reveal a pair of tiny chastity cage keys hanging from a necklace. \n\n\n“I know you’re a good sissy, but if you impress me I might unlock you.” Her fingers possessively clasped his scalp, forcing him to look up at her sadistic grin. “Could even give you a handy. Would you like that?” She made the motion with her other hand, “How many sissies get blessed with one for a good job?”\n\n\nTo be fair he could take or leave the handjob, but something about Yaella doing it seemed enticing. She had a habit of finding her fun out of him, and if there’s anything Kjatar loved it was being a plaything for others. Though her fat cock came in close second. \n\n\nForgetting to let him prove himself, Yaella guided her pink kitty down her cock, burying his nose in the sweat of her balls. On instinct, he held his hands behind his back, wrist to wrist as though bound. His tongue lapped the base, letting her take the lead as it wetted the shaft to the tip before sinking past his lips. \n\n\n“Good sissy,” Yaella whispered, inching her dick down his throat before he could prove himself. Kjatar wanted to roll his eyes at how she’d already forgotten the challenge, but instead took great effort to look up at his mistress. That served to drive her harder, burying her cock halfway just to hear him gag in surprise. \n\n\nA phone rang. Not his phone, hers. She’d left in her purse that which had been set aside, leaving her to sigh and nod to him to fish for it. The hyena didn’t withdraw to make it easier for him, where was the fun in that?\n\n\nCaller ID said it was Erika, whom Yaella labeled as Miss B in her contacts. Kjatar would have chuckled. \n\n\n“Hello?” Yaella answered, keeping her position still but her voice low so as not to attract passersby, “Mistress? I’m a little busy at the moment. Oh, you want to speak to Kjatar?” she looked down, “His mouth is full at the moment.” A few seconds pause of her listening, “You want me to bring him over now? Why? Oh, shit, that’s tonight? No, no, I’ll bring him right over.”\n\n\nWith a sigh, she ended the call and pulled out. “Come on, we gotta get going.”\n\n\n“Why’s that?” Kjatar wiped his lips, keeping focus on the towering rod that Yaella was struggling to tuck back behind her skirt. “Do we not have time for that?”\n\n\nShe scoffed. “I wish. But you know how Miss B can be.”\n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\nErika lived in what Kjatar considered a townhouse. It had three floors, a tiny garage, and even a little backyard that, in hindsight, didn’t get much use, yet was lush with life. Either the mouse enjoyed caring for it more than she told him, or she hired someone. \n\n\nFrom the get-go, it was clear the townhouse wasn’t meant for one person. There were enough rooms to let three people live in it and still have two bathrooms. One of those rooms, however, was converted into a personal dungeon space, and the former guest room that Kjatar had spent plenty of nights in had been taken. To his surprise, Yaella laid claim to it. \n\n\n“When did you move in?” he asked. Not long after they arrived and greeted Erika, the duo had him strip down in preparation for a party. What kind of party they didn’t specify, but Kjatar didn’t mind being nude in front of them. Nothing either hadn’t seen before. \n\n\n“Not that long ago. Still unpacking some stuff,” Yaella latched a pair of handcuffs to his wrists, forcing his arms in front of him. “Splitting rent with her is easier than where I was living before.”\n\n\n“And it saves me plenty,” Erika said. The diminutive mouse woman set down the latest pair of bags from her car. He noticed varied clothing brands. She brushed her blond headfur with a sigh of relief and stretched her back. “I’m thinking petticoats.” \n\n\nYaella pretended to retch. “Petticoats? Really? That’s so basic.”\n\n\n“It is not. It’s a classic.”\n\n\n“Is it though?” Yaella argued, pulling Kjatar close when she took to the nearest couch, “I mean, people say it’s classic cause petticoats were old-timey wear. But I don’t think anyone beyond kids wore them. It’s infantilizing. And I don’t get aroused by that.”\n\n\nErika raised her brow, “Oh? And what would you suggest?”\n\n\n“Goth or punk.” Yaella bundled his long red hair into pigtails, “After showering, we get some black highlights, mix in some eye shadow and purple lipstick, and of course leather.”\n\n\n“Like what you’re wearing now?” \n\n\nYaella looked down at her dress, eerily similar to what she was describing. She blushed. “I mean…it’s not bad looking.”\n\n\n“I never said it was. But then you’re just making him a carbon copy of you. He won’t stand out among the rest.”\n\n\n“As much as I enjoy being used like a toy, I am right here and seem to be the subject of your conversation,” Kjatar said, waving to both with a clatter of his cuffed hands. “You mind telling me what I need to stand out for? Just because I already consented doesn’t mean I can’t offer preferences.”\n\n\nThe two looked to him with piqued brows, then to each other, with Erika looking up. The mouse crossed her arms. Yaella cringed. \n\n\n“You forgot to tell him.”\n\n\n“His mouth was full…”\n\n\nErika sighed, “There’s a sissy dress party competition with no theme happening tonight. People can enter either by themselves or be entered by their partners. We entered you.”\n\n\nThough not a competitive cat by nature, Kjatar did find an allure in being paraded and judged. “What’s the criteria?”\n\n\n“There is none. Just the best sissy you can be.”\n\n\n“Which is incredibly vague,” Yaella added, shrugging with frustration, “I mean, are we supposed to make you a cartoony caricature with big balloon boobs or are we supposed to make you sexy with fake boobs? Personally I’m not a fan of the boobs idea in this hypothetical, it ruins access to your chest.”\n\n\n“Agreed. But clearly they want the classic sissy so we should try something bubbly.”\n\n\n“Bimbo means boobs and petticoats are just…no,” Yaella shook her head, letting her locs wave about, “I still say goth punk.”\n\n\n“What about pastel goth?” Kjatar asked. The two looked at him. First shocked, then curious. \n\n\n“It would be cute,” Erika said.\n\n\n“And pretty form fitting,” Yaella added, grinning. She hoisted him up to his feet. “Miss B, can I trust you for the clothes while I get him washed up?”\n\n\n“Just don’t take too long,” Erika said. Yaella didn’t seem to be listening, having hoisted Kjatar over her shoulder, sequestering him to the bathroom. This being the first time showering while handcuffed, Kjatar looked at his hyena friend with positive puzzlement when she started stripping. He could still operate the valves. \n\n\n“I think you might make it take too long,” he said, smiling since he wasn’t paying the water bill. \n\n\nYaella towered over him. Her amazonian body naked, her cock growing erect in his presence. “Oh, we’ve got time,” she teased, stopping him from kneeling to finish what they started. \n\n\n“No. We’re doing this the fun way.”\n\n\nErika had a metal loop drilled above the shower. With a small chain, Yaella looped through the hol,e Kjatar’s hands were pulled over his head. He braced for the cold shower, but she turned her head just enough to keep him dry as the water temperature rose. \n\n\nA bottle popped. He turned to see her coating her cock with lube. “You know that’ll wash off before you can fuck me, right?” \n\n\nHer wicked smile said otherwise. Stepping behind him, she spread his cheeks with hands still slick with lube. He winced when she sank inside him, each inch slowly growing content before the next pushed further. \n\n\n“I’m going to wear your key around my neck tonight,” she whispered, moist hands massaging his chest, “Miss B may be my teacher, but everyone, and I do mean everyone, will know who you belong to.” \n\n\n“Is…is that a fact?” He whispered back, panting from her girth. She could be forceful and fast, but when Yaella was slow, it ached. She knew how to deny him, how to tease him. Just holding him there with her cock buried inside unmoving as steam rose, urging him to act but holding him still as her teeth pressed at his skin. \n\n\nThe faucet stream drenched his fur with warm water. Yaella thrust into him, her hands caressing his body like she owned it. At that moment, she did. Restraints turned his protests into moans, further silenced when she hooked his mouth open with a finger around his cheek. \n\n\nShe savored him, enjoying every second inside with the slow, deep pistoning. His legs felt weak, straining to keep him steady until he finally gave in. The chain and her grip were enough to hold him steady, enough to let her take full control of the moment. \n\n\nHer hand clamped his maw shut when she filled him. He’d been close, just another thrust or two and his cage would spew his seed. But it was not meant to be. She pulled out unceremoniously, washing the remnants of cum and lube between his cheeks. \n\n\n“If you’re good, we might let you cum at the party,” she whispered, squeezing his nuts before adding, “Though you’ll need to suffer for it.”\n\n\nKjatar pouted, “You’re a bully.”\n\n\nShe cackled, grabbing his neck and firmly kissing his cheek. “Then don’t be so fun to bully.” With that, Yaella grabbed the nearest shampoo bottle and got to work. \n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\nThere were at least two sissies in petticoats at the party. One in a pretty pink outfit with a bonnet and makeup that made them almost clownish in appearance, the other in a baby blue outfit with a skirt just short enough to see their chastity cage. He didn’t hate petticoats himself, but Kjatar believed he dodged a bullet seeing them. \n\n\nInstead, he’d been put in a tight light pink latex crop top with a matching skirt too short to hide anything, with leggings and elbow-length gloves of matching quality and eight-inch platform heels that turned every step into a balancing act. \n\n\nThey dolled his hair up into twin pigtails, punctuating the deep red with pink highlights at the edges like there were paint brushes, and skull pins matching the jewelry hanging from his collar. Yaella sculpted a pair of matching skulls for the boots, with spikes made from rubber. Apparently, she’d been planning this outfit for a long time. \n\n\nMiss B wore her standard domme outfit, a leotard, high heels, and opera gloves, with an opera mask to hide herself. She led them both in, though only Kjatar had a leash and it was around his locked cock’s ballsack. Yaella packed up the rear in a leather chest harness and leather chaps to accentuate her chest and crotch. \n\n\n“I’d like to nominate my sissy for the contest,” Miss B told the walrus at the front desk, who looked over Kjatar with a twinkle in her eye. He’d have smiled back, but the ballgag they gave him was too big. Yaella promised she’d let it out on occasion to relax his jaw, but she seemed keen on doing so only to use him for something else. His cage felt tighter at the thought. \n\n\n“Say, what is the prize for winning?” Yaella asked Miss B after the paperwork was in order, “Is there money involved?”\n\n\n“Better,” Miss B said with a toothy grin and stars in her eyes. “An all-expense-paid cruise.”\n\n\nBoth looked at her with blank stares. A cruise was nice, sure, but it seemed odd for a sissy competition. “Is it distributed evenly or just for one?” he asked, noting how some sissies signed themselves up while others were volunteered by their respective doms or dommes. \n\n\nThe mouse shrugged, “Beats me, but I intend to win it. And if I need to paddle your balls to do it, what will you say?” She tugged his leash taut. \n\n\n“Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?”\n\n\n“Good sissy,” Miss B handed the leash to Yaella, “Now you keep our pretty prize winner safe while I go mingle and see what the criteria is.”\n\n\nYaella pulled him close as the mouse vanished into the crowd. Cradled in her arms, Kjatar felt a warm rush through his body when she whispered, “You know, I never got to finish in your mouth.”\n\n\n“Was my ass not enough, Miss?” Kjatar grinned.\n\n\n“Normally yes. But now that there’s a crowd, I’m tempted to show you off.”\n\n\nNever one to turn down a crowd, Kjatar took a moment to ponder his response. That moment was spent with Yaella steadily groping his body. She pulled at his latex, tugging it just enough to snap against him like a rubber band. \n\n\n“A blowjob is too easy,” He said, nudging his head to some bondage furniture not far off, “Why don’t we have a little fun doing something else. It is a play party after all.”\n\n\nLike all playspaces worth their membership fees, the dungeon had not only sets of furniture to be pulled out at a moment's notice but also hooks in the ceiling for suspension play. Yaella lugged their bag of gear over with Kjatar by her side, taking one look at the loops in the ceiling to get a little lightbulb of a plan going. By the time Miss B found them, she’d locked Kjatar’s arms in a sleeve behind his back, spread his legs out with a spreader bar, and was getting to work tying his balls to a taut rope attached to the ceiling. \n\n\n“So, what’s the criteria?” Yaella asked, stuffing a thick pink ballgag in his maw before Kjatar could assist. \n\n\nThe mouse eyed over her protégé’s work with smiling approval. “Well, looks are a part of the competition, and they’ll make a judgment of that soon, but there’s also a little show to be expected.”\n\n\n“We didn’t rehearse anything.”\n\n\nThe mouse pulled a small leather paddle, almost like a flat sap, from the shared bag of toys. “Oh, I can think of something already,” she padded the weighted toy in her hand, eyeing the now shivering balls of the pink cat. “Has he cum recently?” \n\n\n“Not for lack of trying,” Yaella chuckled, gently patting his sack. “These babies are full if you catch my drift.” \n\n\nThe diminutive domme eyed up her strung up cat, “Wanna see if you can cum a new way?” she asked. Kjatar’s shivering body said no, but his eyes and head nod were all the permission she needed.\n\n\n“Who wants to see a sissy spurt by paddle?” Miss B called out, raising her paddle high. A few ears perked, followed by interested head turns while Kjatar’s face went pale. If not for Yaella’s hug he’d have struggled to get away, not that the bindings allowed for much. \n\n\nInterested parties gathered around. Some doms and dommes with their sissies in tow, some lone sissies looking interested or concerned, a look their leashed brethren shared when glancing at their owners. Erika wasn’t a showman, but under the guise of Miss B she knew how to play a crowd into her hands. She started by wrapping and squeezing the base of his balls. \n\n\n“As the proud owner of a sissy, I find myself wondering why a sissy needs balls. After all, it’s not like I ever use their clitty and the balls aren’t needed for that. But the balls serve two purposes that make them indispensable for me. First, they help support the lovely jewelry we have keeping their clitties protected. More importantly…”\n\n\nShe squeezed, pulling his balls just enough for everyone to see. “They’re a weak spot. A lovely little target to hit when your sissy is being bad or when you just want to make them squeal. But I’ve always wondered if a sissy could cum from getting hit here. Probably not regularly, you’d need one to be denied for a while. Yaella, dear, when was the last time this bitch got an orgasm?”\n\n\nYaella tilted her head in thought, “Hmm…about a month, maybe more, Mistress.”\n\n\nSome shook their heads and giggled at that. One month of denial was nothing to many lifestylers. Miss B grinned undeterred. “A whole month,” she gently dragged the flat edge of the paddle over his quivering sack, “Four weeks of edging and denial. If my assistant is anyone to judge, my sissy has been brought to the edge a thousand times in that time.” \n\n\nThe crowd giggled. Yaella blushed. Kjatar’s gagged comment turned to a muffled yelp as Miss B pulled again, “So that means these little speed bags are full of seed. All of it just waiting to get out. We can’t have that. So let’s beat it out. I wouldn’t try this right away, ladies and gents, a professional is needed to make sure these low-hanging pearls are still abusable in the future.”\n\n\nLike a batter readying himself, Miss B took several practice swings, each ending in a painless tap against his taut sack. His heart thumped against his chest, breath fast and tight for the incoming pain. None of it prepared for the first real hit.\n\n\nThe concrete walls carried the echo of leather clapping against his sack. Kjatar reeled, his legs buckling as much as his bindings allowed. Yaella kept him standing, kept him open for the next strike. Miss B’s hold on his balls made the struggles fruitless anyway. \n\n\nAfter the third long strike, she continued with a succession of quick wrist-powered claps, paddling him like a ruler to an unruly child. Spikes of pressure bore into his sack, each too quick to last but replaced with a new strike. \n\n\nHer tempo sped up. Yaella’s grip dug into him as his body failed to pull away. The clap of his sack mixed with muffled cries, quick deep breaths, and an excited murmur from the crowd. \n\n\n“Harder!” Someone shouted. \n\n\n“Make ‘em purple!” cried a second. More jeers, requests, and whistles filled the dungeon air, never enough to muffle the echo of her paddle.\n\n\nShe stopped abruptly. Kjatar took a moment to collect himself, relaxing when she released his sack. Miss B wound back to strike again, three times. Kjatar nearly jumped from the impact, the pain crossing wires with the sudden surge of seed spurting from his cage. The paddle slapped him through the orgasm, twisting the hands-free pleasure with agonizing strikes. \n\n\nThe paddling ceased when his caged cock drained itself dry. Miss B handed her cum drenched paddle to her student, who in turn wiped it over Kjatar’s snout before pulling his gag off to have him lick it clean. \n\n\nThe crowd went wild. Yaella and Miss B undid his bindings but the mouse was sequestered with requests from masochistic sissies who wanted a taste and eager dominants who wanted to learn, few together. Before long, she had an impromptu class in session. Meanwhile, Yaella had dragged Kjatar to a beanbag chair where she let him curl up against her. She offered him a water bottle from the cooler. He pressed it against his balls. \n\n\n“I didn’t know that was possible,” Yaella said finally. \n\n\nKjatar nodded, too tired to note her excitement. “Neither did I.”\n\n\n“Did it hurt?”\n\n\n“Do you want me to paddle you?”\n\n\nShe threw her head back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”\n\n\n“You didn’t. Besides, you should ask Miss B for that experience. I might just break your balls.”\n\n\n“I do like my balls.” She said, looking at him as she asked, “You?”\n\n\nKjatar didn’t have the energy to ponder it. What energy he did have was better saved for curling up against the big hyena woman and enjoying her body heat. \n\n\nYaella didn’t press. She watched the ensuing ballbusting madness form on the dungeon floor, occasionally petting between Kjatar’s ears to let him know she was there. Erika joined them not long after, doffing her Miss B persona for the rest area. \n\n\n“I think I started a new fad,” she said, chuckling before guzzling her water bottle. \n\n\n“I hope not,” Kjatar said, adding when both women looked at him with concern, “Well, how many people are capable of doing what you do without breaking stuff?”\n\n\n“Well, there is only one Miss B,” the mouse ran a finger through her hair like they were in a shampoo commercial, “But I’m willing to teach others how best to get this done.”\n\n\n“I’d be willing to learn,” Yaella said. She blushed when Kjatar and Erika looked up at her, “I mean…who better? I can learn how it feels before applying it.”\n\n\nMiss B thought about it. \n\n\n\n\n***\n\n\n\n\n“Trust me, it’s not a problem,” Yaella twirled a finger through her braids as she talked over the phone. “I can hold down the fort.”\n\n\nErika won the competition with flying colors. She won so hard that the club forgot about the competition and devolved into a CBT lovers orgy, which the hyena did her best to steer clear from. Unfortunately, the prize couldn’t be expanded beyond one person, so that left Erika to make a choice. She and Kjatar assured her she deserved it. \n\n\n“Oh, you want to speak with Kjatar?” She turned to the bed across from her. The cat in question was lying on it, though his limbs were outstretched to each corner by way of leather straps. He’d been stripped naked save for neon pink latex leggings and gloves. His expression had been robbed by a pink latex hood with a blindfold and a thick jawbreaker ballgag stuffed behind his maw. It even had holes for the pink cat’s headfur to be pulled out into twin pigtails, removing any trace of doubt who it could have been. \n\n\n“He’s a bit preoccupied at the moment,” Yaella said, turning up the remote in her other hand. The bullet vibes taped to his nipples buzzed harder, turning his stifled breaths into muffled moans. A small bead of precum escaped his erect cock, trailing down the shaft onto her piece de resistance of the set, a plexiglass ball crusher squeezing his nuts just enough to look flat. \n\n\n“I’m sure he’ll call you later. Gotta go, bye.” Yaella tossed her phone aside as she sauntered over to her helpless partner. His latex hooded ears twitched with every step, mouth uttering something she guessed was pleading for release of some sort. \n\n\n“Are you sure?” She asked, taking a hitachi wand to the tip of his cock. A low setting, but enough to arch his back upon contact. “If we stop now, you’ll be back in your cage. You looked so excited when I suggested we get it off for a little fun. Do you really want to stop?”\n\n\nThe hyena turned his head to face hers to let him know who to look at. For a moment, he stared blindly in her direction, occasionally stiffening at the slightest bit of stimulation. In the end, he shook his head.\n\n\n“Good,” Yaella tiptoed her fingers along his chest and stomach, “Because I have a week of you all to myself and I intend to make the most of it.” She leaned in, landing a firm kiss upon his gag before turning the nipple vibes to max,", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "“This bubble tea ain’t shit.”


Kjatar raised his brow at the hyena. “Then why did you get it?” he asked when she failed to respond.


The hyena looked him dead in the eyes, which was quite a feat at even footing since she was considerably taller than him. Even hunched, Yaella had enough height to pet the pink cat between his ears like a feral pet. He didn’t expect to like it so much, especially in public.


They’d hung out more since their combined session with Erika. Yaella claimed it was because she liked him, platonically anyway. As much as he believed that, her answer added to the list of reasons to make that suspect.


“You said you were having some. Figured it’d be nice.” She stuck her tongue out and made a mock retching motion, “It tastes awful.”


“Do you drink tea?” he asked, noting she got the standard flavor. She shook her head, earning a long serious stare from him. “That’ll do it.”


“Oh, right, like I can’t find it enjoyable because of the tea flavor?”


He pointed to the menu inside from their patio table. “Ignoring that, yes, the tea flavor is in all of them, there are several more overpowering flavors. Brown sugar milk, Mango, Honeydew, Thai–”


“What even is Thai tea? Isn’t that just how they do tea in Thailand?”


His red locks fell forward with his head. He groaned. Yaella was a lovely woman and a wonderful domme, but she was uncultured and had a habit of pointing out the obvious that everyone else casually ignored. “Yes, that’s how they do tea in Thailand. But they make tea differently, so it’s called Thai tea.”


She nodded absently, munching on the tea balls in her mouth. “Right…right…mind if I get a smoothie?”


Kjatar let her be, taking the moment to enjoy the downtown plaza view. He’d taken it a little less risky today, dressing androgynous enough with tight pants and a loose collared shirt. Skirts were fun in warm weather, but there was something about the tightness around his crotch area that made Erika’s gift all the more exhilarating.


Yaella, meanwhile, wore leather and fishnets like the weather wasn’t a factor at all. Her heavy combat boots rattled with clips at every step. Though not much of a feet person, he did feel a certain urge at the idea of those boots pushing his face into the earth. That might have been why she wore them, given how she smiled whenever she caught him peeking. Though to be fair, she rarely didn’t smile.


This was their fifth hangout. Their fifth ‘date’ if Kjatar was being honest. He wasn’t the kind of person to be tied down by one partner. Erika knew that, and he made sure Yaella knew that. She respected that well enough, so long as he didn’t mind a little public manhandling. By their second hangout outside of the club, he was addicted to it. Something about being directed and forced around in public made the pink cat giddy. His finger curled around one of his red pigtails as he watched her through the smoothie shop window.


Yaella kept him close when they moved on. Not for fear of anyone hurting him, her presence alone seemed to scare away all but the most daring onlooker,s and even they turned away at her growl. It was closer to her being his coat. A very tight, restraining, coat that liked to pinch and grip wherever and whenever it damn well pleased. On several occasions, she slipped a pair of fingers past his pants, finding not only a pair of soft lace panties he wore for comfort and confidence, but a precious surprise.


“Plugged and ready?” Yaella asked, earning a nod from Kjatar the first time she found out. “My, my, you can’t turn it off, can you?”


“Turn what off?”


“You know damn well what I mean,” she leaned in to whisper, “slut.”


He giggled, “To be fair, with Erika holding my keys, I can only get so much on my own.”


“I thought the point of chastity was to get people to stop fucking?”


“People are horny. They find a way.”


Some time later, after smoothies and bubble tea were consumed and tossed by trash bins, Yaella spoke up. “What would you say if I told you Erika gave me your keys for today?”


“I’d raise my brow and wonder aloud why you aren’t wearing them,” he said. Yaella wasn’t the type to not be brazen after all. Ever since her first joint session with Miss B and him, the hyena made a point to put loud and proud in her dominance. So, a simple necklace of his keys would have been expected. And yet her neck was bare.


“Oh, I am,” Yaella said, grinning widely with fanged teeth, “I’ll be happy to show you, but I want this somewhere a little more…private.”


“Your place or mine?”


She cackled, patting his back so hard he nearly fell forward. “Not that private, pretty boy. You can’t tell me you don’t like a little risk.”


Of course, she’d push that button. Kjatar wasn’t an exhibitionist. Well, it wasn’t his main kink anyway. Yet when Yaella wanted to do something, he got the urge to try a little harder. It was like her excitement, her energy in general, was infectious. So he scoped around on their walk, taking pains to avoid the packed beach or dark alleyways. Eventually, he settled on the shadow of a park bridge. The structure had been covered in so many cracks and leaves that it’d all been abandoned by the town. Maybe there were plans to rebuild it, but Kjatar lost that train of thought when Yaella pushed him against the wall and shoved her tongue down his throat.


A good foot of height and all that strength kept him propelled off the ground as she ravaged him. A thick bridge of saliva broke under gravity’s weight between their lips as she pulled away. With a hungry grin, she held his mouth open and spat.


“Who’s my sissy slut?” She teased, free hand slipping underneath his shirt to press his chest.


“I am,” he whispered. That earned him a playful if firm slap.


“Who’s my sissy slut?” she inched closer, teeth nipping at his neck.


“I am,” he said through big lips, wincing as her fangs dug in. Not enough to pierce, she’d never hurt him like that. Just enough to hold, to help pin him down as she cupped his crotch.


“And this is?” She whispered, pulling his zipper down to let his balls and caged head breathe.


“My clitty,” he whimpered, voice breaking as her large palm engulfed and squeezed.


“And my stress ball,” Yaella said, “Do you like it when I squeeze my stress ball?”


He nodded rapidly, “Y-Yes, mistress,”


“Good sissy,” She let go, urging him down by his shoulder until his knees hit the cold pavement of the alley. He smelled her cock bulging underneath her skirt. Smelled its musk before he saw the wonderful organ cast a shadow over his drooling face. A tiny bead of pre-cum seemed from the tip, dripping upon his waiting tongue. He gulped it down, salty taste and all.


Something glistened behind her balls. She chuckled when he noticed, directing his head and lifting her sack to reveal a pair of tiny chastity cage keys hanging from a necklace.


“I know you’re a good sissy, but if you impress me I might unlock you.” Her fingers possessively clasped his scalp, forcing him to look up at her sadistic grin. “Could even give you a handy. Would you like that?” She made the motion with her other hand, “How many sissies get blessed with one for a good job?”


To be fair he could take or leave the handjob, but something about Yaella doing it seemed enticing. She had a habit of finding her fun out of him, and if there’s anything Kjatar loved it was being a plaything for others. Though her fat cock came in close second.


Forgetting to let him prove himself, Yaella guided her pink kitty down her cock, burying his nose in the sweat of her balls. On instinct, he held his hands behind his back, wrist to wrist as though bound. His tongue lapped the base, letting her take the lead as it wetted the shaft to the tip before sinking past his lips.


“Good sissy,” Yaella whispered, inching her dick down his throat before he could prove himself. Kjatar wanted to roll his eyes at how she’d already forgotten the challenge, but instead took great effort to look up at his mistress. That served to drive her harder, burying her cock halfway just to hear him gag in surprise.


A phone rang. Not his phone, hers. She’d left in her purse that which had been set aside, leaving her to sigh and nod to him to fish for it. The hyena didn’t withdraw to make it easier for him, where was the fun in that?


Caller ID said it was Erika, whom Yaella labeled as Miss B in her contacts. Kjatar would have chuckled.


“Hello?” Yaella answered, keeping her position still but her voice low so as not to attract passersby, “Mistress? I’m a little busy at the moment. Oh, you want to speak to Kjatar?” she looked down, “His mouth is full at the moment.” A few seconds pause of her listening, “You want me to bring him over now? Why? Oh, shit, that’s tonight? No, no, I’ll bring him right over.”


With a sigh, she ended the call and pulled out. “Come on, we gotta get going.”


“Why’s that?” Kjatar wiped his lips, keeping focus on the towering rod that Yaella was struggling to tuck back behind her skirt. “Do we not have time for that?”


She scoffed. “I wish. But you know how Miss B can be.”




***




Erika lived in what Kjatar considered a townhouse. It had three floors, a tiny garage, and even a little backyard that, in hindsight, didn’t get much use, yet was lush with life. Either the mouse enjoyed caring for it more than she told him, or she hired someone.


From the get-go, it was clear the townhouse wasn’t meant for one person. There were enough rooms to let three people live in it and still have two bathrooms. One of those rooms, however, was converted into a personal dungeon space, and the former guest room that Kjatar had spent plenty of nights in had been taken. To his surprise, Yaella laid claim to it.


“When did you move in?” he asked. Not long after they arrived and greeted Erika, the duo had him strip down in preparation for a party. What kind of party they didn’t specify, but Kjatar didn’t mind being nude in front of them. Nothing either hadn’t seen before.


“Not that long ago. Still unpacking some stuff,” Yaella latched a pair of handcuffs to his wrists, forcing his arms in front of him. “Splitting rent with her is easier than where I was living before.”


“And it saves me plenty,” Erika said. The diminutive mouse woman set down the latest pair of bags from her car. He noticed varied clothing brands. She brushed her blond headfur with a sigh of relief and stretched her back. “I’m thinking petticoats.”


Yaella pretended to retch. “Petticoats? Really? That’s so basic.”


“It is not. It’s a classic.”


“Is it though?” Yaella argued, pulling Kjatar close when she took to the nearest couch, “I mean, people say it’s classic cause petticoats were old-timey wear. But I don’t think anyone beyond kids wore them. It’s infantilizing. And I don’t get aroused by that.”


Erika raised her brow, “Oh? And what would you suggest?”


“Goth or punk.” Yaella bundled his long red hair into pigtails, “After showering, we get some black highlights, mix in some eye shadow and purple lipstick, and of course leather.”


“Like what you’re wearing now?”


Yaella looked down at her dress, eerily similar to what she was describing. She blushed. “I mean…it’s not bad looking.”


“I never said it was. But then you’re just making him a carbon copy of you. He won’t stand out among the rest.”


“As much as I enjoy being used like a toy, I am right here and seem to be the subject of your conversation,” Kjatar said, waving to both with a clatter of his cuffed hands. “You mind telling me what I need to stand out for? Just because I already consented doesn’t mean I can’t offer preferences.”


The two looked to him with piqued brows, then to each other, with Erika looking up. The mouse crossed her arms. Yaella cringed.


“You forgot to tell him.”


“His mouth was full…”


Erika sighed, “There’s a sissy dress party competition with no theme happening tonight. People can enter either by themselves or be entered by their partners. We entered you.”


Though not a competitive cat by nature, Kjatar did find an allure in being paraded and judged. “What’s the criteria?”


“There is none. Just the best sissy you can be.”


“Which is incredibly vague,” Yaella added, shrugging with frustration, “I mean, are we supposed to make you a cartoony caricature with big balloon boobs or are we supposed to make you sexy with fake boobs? Personally I’m not a fan of the boobs idea in this hypothetical, it ruins access to your chest.”


“Agreed. But clearly they want the classic sissy so we should try something bubbly.”


“Bimbo means boobs and petticoats are just…no,” Yaella shook her head, letting her locs wave about, “I still say goth punk.”


“What about pastel goth?” Kjatar asked. The two looked at him. First shocked, then curious.


“It would be cute,” Erika said.


“And pretty form fitting,” Yaella added, grinning. She hoisted him up to his feet. “Miss B, can I trust you for the clothes while I get him washed up?”


“Just don’t take too long,” Erika said. Yaella didn’t seem to be listening, having hoisted Kjatar over her shoulder, sequestering him to the bathroom. This being the first time showering while handcuffed, Kjatar looked at his hyena friend with positive puzzlement when she started stripping. He could still operate the valves.


“I think you might make it take too long,” he said, smiling since he wasn’t paying the water bill.


Yaella towered over him. Her amazonian body naked, her cock growing erect in his presence. “Oh, we’ve got time,” she teased, stopping him from kneeling to finish what they started.


“No. We’re doing this the fun way.”


Erika had a metal loop drilled above the shower. With a small chain, Yaella looped through the hol,e Kjatar’s hands were pulled over his head. He braced for the cold shower, but she turned her head just enough to keep him dry as the water temperature rose.


A bottle popped. He turned to see her coating her cock with lube. “You know that’ll wash off before you can fuck me, right?”


Her wicked smile said otherwise. Stepping behind him, she spread his cheeks with hands still slick with lube. He winced when she sank inside him, each inch slowly growing content before the next pushed further.


“I’m going to wear your key around my neck tonight,” she whispered, moist hands massaging his chest, “Miss B may be my teacher, but everyone, and I do mean everyone, will know who you belong to.”


“Is…is that a fact?” He whispered back, panting from her girth. She could be forceful and fast, but when Yaella was slow, it ached. She knew how to deny him, how to tease him. Just holding him there with her cock buried inside unmoving as steam rose, urging him to act but holding him still as her teeth pressed at his skin.


The faucet stream drenched his fur with warm water. Yaella thrust into him, her hands caressing his body like she owned it. At that moment, she did. Restraints turned his protests into moans, further silenced when she hooked his mouth open with a finger around his cheek.


She savored him, enjoying every second inside with the slow, deep pistoning. His legs felt weak, straining to keep him steady until he finally gave in. The chain and her grip were enough to hold him steady, enough to let her take full control of the moment.


Her hand clamped his maw shut when she filled him. He’d been close, just another thrust or two and his cage would spew his seed. But it was not meant to be. She pulled out unceremoniously, washing the remnants of cum and lube between his cheeks.


“If you’re good, we might let you cum at the party,” she whispered, squeezing his nuts before adding, “Though you’ll need to suffer for it.”


Kjatar pouted, “You’re a bully.”


She cackled, grabbing his neck and firmly kissing his cheek. “Then don’t be so fun to bully.” With that, Yaella grabbed the nearest shampoo bottle and got to work.




***


There were at least two sissies in petticoats at the party. One in a pretty pink outfit with a bonnet and makeup that made them almost clownish in appearance, the other in a baby blue outfit with a skirt just short enough to see their chastity cage. He didn’t hate petticoats himself, but Kjatar believed he dodged a bullet seeing them.


Instead, he’d been put in a tight light pink latex crop top with a matching skirt too short to hide anything, with leggings and elbow-length gloves of matching quality and eight-inch platform heels that turned every step into a balancing act.


They dolled his hair up into twin pigtails, punctuating the deep red with pink highlights at the edges like there were paint brushes, and skull pins matching the jewelry hanging from his collar. Yaella sculpted a pair of matching skulls for the boots, with spikes made from rubber. Apparently, she’d been planning this outfit for a long time.


Miss B wore her standard domme outfit, a leotard, high heels, and opera gloves, with an opera mask to hide herself. She led them both in, though only Kjatar had a leash and it was around his locked cock’s ballsack. Yaella packed up the rear in a leather chest harness and leather chaps to accentuate her chest and crotch.


“I’d like to nominate my sissy for the contest,” Miss B told the walrus at the front desk, who looked over Kjatar with a twinkle in her eye. He’d have smiled back, but the ballgag they gave him was too big. Yaella promised she’d let it out on occasion to relax his jaw, but she seemed keen on doing so only to use him for something else. His cage felt tighter at the thought.


“Say, what is the prize for winning?” Yaella asked Miss B after the paperwork was in order, “Is there money involved?”


“Better,” Miss B said with a toothy grin and stars in her eyes. “An all-expense-paid cruise.”


Both looked at her with blank stares. A cruise was nice, sure, but it seemed odd for a sissy competition. “Is it distributed evenly or just for one?” he asked, noting how some sissies signed themselves up while others were volunteered by their respective doms or dommes.


The mouse shrugged, “Beats me, but I intend to win it. And if I need to paddle your balls to do it, what will you say?” She tugged his leash taut.


“Thank you, Mistress. May I have another?”


“Good sissy,” Miss B handed the leash to Yaella, “Now you keep our pretty prize winner safe while I go mingle and see what the criteria is.”


Yaella pulled him close as the mouse vanished into the crowd. Cradled in her arms, Kjatar felt a warm rush through his body when she whispered, “You know, I never got to finish in your mouth.”


“Was my ass not enough, Miss?” Kjatar grinned.


“Normally yes. But now that there’s a crowd, I’m tempted to show you off.”


Never one to turn down a crowd, Kjatar took a moment to ponder his response. That moment was spent with Yaella steadily groping his body. She pulled at his latex, tugging it just enough to snap against him like a rubber band.


“A blowjob is too easy,” He said, nudging his head to some bondage furniture not far off, “Why don’t we have a little fun doing something else. It is a play party after all.”


Like all playspaces worth their membership fees, the dungeon had not only sets of furniture to be pulled out at a moment's notice but also hooks in the ceiling for suspension play. Yaella lugged their bag of gear over with Kjatar by her side, taking one look at the loops in the ceiling to get a little lightbulb of a plan going. By the time Miss B found them, she’d locked Kjatar’s arms in a sleeve behind his back, spread his legs out with a spreader bar, and was getting to work tying his balls to a taut rope attached to the ceiling.


“So, what’s the criteria?” Yaella asked, stuffing a thick pink ballgag in his maw before Kjatar could assist.


The mouse eyed over her protégé’s work with smiling approval. “Well, looks are a part of the competition, and they’ll make a judgment of that soon, but there’s also a little show to be expected.”


“We didn’t rehearse anything.”


The mouse pulled a small leather paddle, almost like a flat sap, from the shared bag of toys. “Oh, I can think of something already,” she padded the weighted toy in her hand, eyeing the now shivering balls of the pink cat. “Has he cum recently?”


“Not for lack of trying,” Yaella chuckled, gently patting his sack. “These babies are full if you catch my drift.”


The diminutive domme eyed up her strung up cat, “Wanna see if you can cum a new way?” she asked. Kjatar’s shivering body said no, but his eyes and head nod were all the permission she needed.


“Who wants to see a sissy spurt by paddle?” Miss B called out, raising her paddle high. A few ears perked, followed by interested head turns while Kjatar’s face went pale. If not for Yaella’s hug he’d have struggled to get away, not that the bindings allowed for much.


Interested parties gathered around. Some doms and dommes with their sissies in tow, some lone sissies looking interested or concerned, a look their leashed brethren shared when glancing at their owners. Erika wasn’t a showman, but under the guise of Miss B she knew how to play a crowd into her hands. She started by wrapping and squeezing the base of his balls.


“As the proud owner of a sissy, I find myself wondering why a sissy needs balls. After all, it’s not like I ever use their clitty and the balls aren’t needed for that. But the balls serve two purposes that make them indispensable for me. First, they help support the lovely jewelry we have keeping their clitties protected. More importantly…”


She squeezed, pulling his balls just enough for everyone to see. “They’re a weak spot. A lovely little target to hit when your sissy is being bad or when you just want to make them squeal. But I’ve always wondered if a sissy could cum from getting hit here. Probably not regularly, you’d need one to be denied for a while. Yaella, dear, when was the last time this bitch got an orgasm?”


Yaella tilted her head in thought, “Hmm…about a month, maybe more, Mistress.”


Some shook their heads and giggled at that. One month of denial was nothing to many lifestylers. Miss B grinned undeterred. “A whole month,” she gently dragged the flat edge of the paddle over his quivering sack, “Four weeks of edging and denial. If my assistant is anyone to judge, my sissy has been brought to the edge a thousand times in that time.”


The crowd giggled. Yaella blushed. Kjatar’s gagged comment turned to a muffled yelp as Miss B pulled again, “So that means these little speed bags are full of seed. All of it just waiting to get out. We can’t have that. So let’s beat it out. I wouldn’t try this right away, ladies and gents, a professional is needed to make sure these low-hanging pearls are still abusable in the future.”


Like a batter readying himself, Miss B took several practice swings, each ending in a painless tap against his taut sack. His heart thumped against his chest, breath fast and tight for the incoming pain. None of it prepared for the first real hit.


The concrete walls carried the echo of leather clapping against his sack. Kjatar reeled, his legs buckling as much as his bindings allowed. Yaella kept him standing, kept him open for the next strike. Miss B’s hold on his balls made the struggles fruitless anyway.


After the third long strike, she continued with a succession of quick wrist-powered claps, paddling him like a ruler to an unruly child. Spikes of pressure bore into his sack, each too quick to last but replaced with a new strike.


Her tempo sped up. Yaella’s grip dug into him as his body failed to pull away. The clap of his sack mixed with muffled cries, quick deep breaths, and an excited murmur from the crowd.


“Harder!” Someone shouted.


“Make ‘em purple!” cried a second. More jeers, requests, and whistles filled the dungeon air, never enough to muffle the echo of her paddle.


She stopped abruptly. Kjatar took a moment to collect himself, relaxing when she released his sack. Miss B wound back to strike again, three times. Kjatar nearly jumped from the impact, the pain crossing wires with the sudden surge of seed spurting from his cage. The paddle slapped him through the orgasm, twisting the hands-free pleasure with agonizing strikes.


The paddling ceased when his caged cock drained itself dry. Miss B handed her cum drenched paddle to her student, who in turn wiped it over Kjatar’s snout before pulling his gag off to have him lick it clean.


The crowd went wild. Yaella and Miss B undid his bindings but the mouse was sequestered with requests from masochistic sissies who wanted a taste and eager dominants who wanted to learn, few together. Before long, she had an impromptu class in session. Meanwhile, Yaella had dragged Kjatar to a beanbag chair where she let him curl up against her. She offered him a water bottle from the cooler. He pressed it against his balls.


“I didn’t know that was possible,” Yaella said finally.


Kjatar nodded, too tired to note her excitement. “Neither did I.”


“Did it hurt?”


“Do you want me to paddle you?”


She threw her head back. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend.”


“You didn’t. Besides, you should ask Miss B for that experience. I might just break your balls.”


“I do like my balls.” She said, looking at him as she asked, “You?”


Kjatar didn’t have the energy to ponder it. What energy he did have was better saved for curling up against the big hyena woman and enjoying her body heat.


Yaella didn’t press. She watched the ensuing ballbusting madness form on the dungeon floor, occasionally petting between Kjatar’s ears to let him know she was there. Erika joined them not long after, doffing her Miss B persona for the rest area.


“I think I started a new fad,” she said, chuckling before guzzling her water bottle.


“I hope not,” Kjatar said, adding when both women looked at him with concern, “Well, how many people are capable of doing what you do without breaking stuff?”


“Well, there is only one Miss B,” the mouse ran a finger through her hair like they were in a shampoo commercial, “But I’m willing to teach others how best to get this done.”


“I’d be willing to learn,” Yaella said. She blushed when Kjatar and Erika looked up at her, “I mean…who better? I can learn how it feels before applying it.”


Miss B thought about it.




***




“Trust me, it’s not a problem,” Yaella twirled a finger through her braids as she talked over the phone. “I can hold down the fort.”


Erika won the competition with flying colors. She won so hard that the club forgot about the competition and devolved into a CBT lovers orgy, which the hyena did her best to steer clear from. Unfortunately, the prize couldn’t be expanded beyond one person, so that left Erika to make a choice. She and Kjatar assured her she deserved it.


“Oh, you want to speak with Kjatar?” She turned to the bed across from her. The cat in question was lying on it, though his limbs were outstretched to each corner by way of leather straps. He’d been stripped naked save for neon pink latex leggings and gloves. His expression had been robbed by a pink latex hood with a blindfold and a thick jawbreaker ballgag stuffed behind his maw. It even had holes for the pink cat’s headfur to be pulled out into twin pigtails, removing any trace of doubt who it could have been.


“He’s a bit preoccupied at the moment,” Yaella said, turning up the remote in her other hand. The bullet vibes taped to his nipples buzzed harder, turning his stifled breaths into muffled moans. A small bead of precum escaped his erect cock, trailing down the shaft onto her piece de resistance of the set, a plexiglass ball crusher squeezing his nuts just enough to look flat.


“I’m sure he’ll call you later. Gotta go, bye.” Yaella tossed her phone aside as she sauntered over to her helpless partner. His latex hooded ears twitched with every step, mouth uttering something she guessed was pleading for release of some sort.


“Are you sure?” She asked, taking a hitachi wand to the tip of his cock. A low setting, but enough to arch his back upon contact. “If we stop now, you’ll be back in your cage. You looked so excited when I suggested we get it off for a little fun. Do you really want to stop?”


The hyena turned his head to face hers to let him know who to look at. For a moment, he stared blindly in her direction, occasionally stiffening at the slightest bit of stimulation. In the end, he shook his head.


“Good,” Yaella tiptoed her fingers along his chest and stomach, “Because I have a week of you all to myself and I intend to make the most of it.” She leaned in, landing a firm kiss upon his gag before turning the nipple vibes to max,", "pools_count": 1, "title": "Paddle Balls (Commission)", "deleted": "f", "public": "t", "mimetype": "text/plain", "pagecount": "1", "rating_id": "2", "rating_name": "Adult", "ratings": [ { "content_tag_id": "4", "name": "Sexual Themes", "description": "Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal", "rating_id": "2" } ], "submission_type_id": "12", "type_name": "Writing - Document", "guest_block": "t", "friends_only": "f", "comments_count": "1", "views": "233" }