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Sure, it was really nothing more than a dungeon room in a BDSM club, but as far as she was concerned it was Mistress’ own personal realm. A space in which she and only she ruled. The heaven that Simon was allowed to step into now and then. Every other hour of the day he had to spend being boring old Simon. Being a little cog in a great big machine spinning away at the greater mass of social entropy and doing his part to drive society down into a gutter regardless of him wanting to or not.\n\n\tBut that’s not how he was now. He wasn’t a ‘he’ at all. He was nothing. A toy. A doll. A ‘thing’ for a far superior being to play with. Everything and anything Jeanette was or ever would be hinged on the whims of Mistress Justine. That, that was heaven. That was bliss. That was so much better than anything Simon could aspire to.\n\n\tHe was hit as he stepped in. The scent of leather, vanilla and oak moss. The sense memory of clove and incense from her cigarettes flooded secret corners of Jeanette’s muzzle with anticipation of being used.\n\n\tJustine. A violet-haired goddess in Demonia platform boots and a tight corset. Black lace and lipstick to match, along with a jeering smirk that could put anyone in place. The scent and warmth of the goddess wafted by after her. In the blink of an eye the otter girl had gripped Jeanette’s cheek in a stiff leather glove. There was no way the chipmunk could have looked away even if she wanted to. Naturally, she didn’t want to.\n\n\t“Really? Trying a little hard with the outfit, aren’t we?” Justine’s tone had all the hallmarks of the queen bitch goth in every high school the nation over. That bullying bravado and bored detachment as she licked her painted lips and paced leisurely around her victim.\n\n\tSimon had done his best to be ‘Jeanette’. The blue sweater and purple skirt. Stretched out socks and some blue converse. If his hair was longer he might have even been able to pull it into the hairstyle. As it stood the glasses were the only serious flaw to the whole arrangement. But then he was Mistress’ dress-up dolly. Everything and anything she wanted him, her, to be. \n\n\t“Did you listen to those audio files I sent?” The question was growled with a bully’s contempt. Suddenly fingers curled into Jeanette’s messy mop and she let out a choking little squeal while trying to nod. \n\n\t“Yes Miss!” Jeanette choked. \n\n\t“And what did you learn from them? Come on, you’re supposed to be a smart girl. What did you figure out?” \n\n\tBig bucked teeth bit a bottom lip. The poor munk could feel her skirt tenting up. She felt her toes curl and her heart thud with the scent of her Mistress enveloping her. With that hot breath breaking upon her. \n\n\tShe could recall every word. The semi-mechanical, synthesized voice of Futaba Sakura from Persona whispering in an unnaturally flat tone. \n\n\t“Jeanette is weak. Jeanette is meek. She’s a hopeless little nerd. So smart, and her brain full of porn. Obeying her Mistress makes her wet. Getting bullied makes her blush. She’s a worthless little nothing and she deserves to get hurt. She’s always asking for it.”\n\n\tIt was just a small bit of what she’d been given. It at least made clear that Mistress wanted her to be a girl. Not just that, but at least some idea as to what ‘type’ of girl. Already years of porn and willing hypno-video play came flooding into the poor thing’s brain. She felt her Mistress moving up behind her. The unlit cigarette in its holder poked into her peripheral and made Jeanette’s tongue tingle. It was so easy for her to just let this pretty woman guide her. To let this bully girl call all of the shots. Those painted lips slipped up beside her ear. A hand wrapped in leather ran down her skirt and up her thigh. It took so very little for Jeanette to act bashful and meek. Even without the role slowly being drilled into Simon the poor munk pushed her shoulders in and attempted to hide her face between them. Her blue-green eyes flickered and flashed this way and that. Yet it was impossible to make herself turn and actually look at the otter behind her.\n\n\tSuddenly, the purple pleated skirt was flipped up and Jeanette felt something gripping against that flat munk ass. Leathery fingers gripped into the cheap cotton granny panties Simon had purchased just for the occasion. \n\n\tA hard yank. A squeal. The fabric cracked and strained while Jeanette’s eyes went wide. She fumbled and struggled to stay on her feet. Pain shot though the scrawny little ass and the over heavy sac. A wet spot forming up in the front of the undies while Justine forced the poor nerdy girl to dance and dangle like a puppet.\n\n\t“Cute.” the dominant otter huffed. “Very cute. But we really do have to work on your voice. I thought I was clear about that the last few times.”\n\n\t“Please, Miss. M-mercy” Jeanette whimpered. The request was met with a few hard swats between the legs. Squeals and sobs while she dangled pathetically and fumbled for footing. It didn’t even hurt that much. The shame, though. Not to mention the suddenness.\n\n\tWhen she’d seemingly grown bored of the pathetic whimpering Justine instead moved her paw down and began sliding fingers though chestnut thigh fur and then over the painfully squeezed bulge. “Oh you are so very, very wet, naughty schoolgirl.“ Jeanette cooed “Mercy? When you can’t even be bothered to fix your fucking voice? Oh, my poor, pathetic, deluded little pet. You really don’t get it do you? You are a Fuck Doll” A hard swat against the balls “You are a Rape Doll” Another slap “You are a Pain Doll” A third swat. Then a grip and a hard squeeze. “You are whatever the fuck turns me on at any given moment. You have a cute little schoolgirl crush on the bitchy goth girl. Don’t you?”\n\n\tJeanette nodded frantically. Tears in her eyes. Her chest huffing hard with each breath while the pressure between her legs grew. The ache in her legs and tremble of her heart causing her to grip her bicep with the opposite arm and squeeze her self tight as she could. A crush. That was the word for it. That was the only word for it. A crush. Infatuation. She could almost imagine walking though the halls of her school with a wedgie, following behind Justine and carrying her books. The whole thing drew another moan and caused her to become aware of that growing leak between her legs. Her over-full package throbbing and aching. Just an in-love little tag-along ready to do the goth girl’s homework and worship her all for a bit of negative attention.\n\n\t“Someone’s getting distracted” Justine huffed. She yanked on those poor pantied balls hard. “Did you not hear me? I’m disappointed that my little faggot girl doesn’t have a good girl voice yet.” In one quick motion the poor munk was turned, grabbed by the hair and kneed hard in the balls. \n\n\tJeanette dropped to her knees. She’d put this on her ‘yes’ list. They’d done things like this before. But never this hard. Never this much. Tears streamed down the poor thing’s face while she struggled to get a breath.\n\n\tThe sound of a lighter, a few moments of half-awareness while Jeanette tried to get herself mentally clear. Then a leather clad finger slowly moved along the pure virgin white fur of Jeanette’s neck. Up under the divot in her jawbone. Tilting the sobbing girl’s face up. “What’s the matter, loser? Can’t take a lil cunt punt?” The spicy clove-and-incense smoke billowed out over her face. Jeanette huffed and coughed and sputtered. The few breaths she drew were instantly tainted by that smoke. It burned her lungs and her eyes. Only then did she realize the girl of her dreams was towering over her. Looking down into her eyes. Lips so close they could almost kiss.\n\n\t“You’re fucking lucky you can’t afford worse, you little slut. We’d see just how long that little crush of yours would last.” The cigarette was held up and Jeanette instantly opened her mouth. Ashes tapped into that waiting open muzzle. A wince of pain which caused the submissive toy to shudder in pleasure. “If you were some rich kid You’d probably end up strapped to that cross there and put on an estrogen IV until you were fucking ruined.”\n\n\tSimon knew that she wouldn’t go that far. It was a ‘no’ box after all. But the threat. The idea of it. The notion that her goddess ‘could’ do that and the poor little dweeb would thank her for it? God, if only she could be tied up and tossed in the back of a trunk. Mind-fucked and brainwashed until she really did think she was the character. Until any idea of the dolly having control over her own identity was ruined and Mistress could decide everything for her.\n\n\tJustine’s murrs brought the poor sub back from that torrent of thought. “Overthinking again? Phht, no wonder you can’t get a boy. Nerdy little goonettes like you can’t shut their brains up long enough to listen, can they? Let me make this very clear for you, dork. I make the rules, and you fucking follow them. I don’t see how that’s hard. You want to see me? You follow the fukcing rules.”\n\n\tJustine paused again. The safe word. She was always waiting for the safe word. Always careful after a big thing like that. There was always the chance to tap out.\n\n\tJeanette didn’t take it. Why would she? Who cared if it hurt? Who cared if it was scary? It let her be near her Mistress. A few bruises and bangs were such a small price to pay. Hell, some small part of the fucked up rodent thought it was cute! That it made ‘her’ cute to be that humble little victim who might one day be lucky enough to say ‘I ran into a door’.\n\n\t“So to make it clear” Justine growled, reaching out and tapping another bit of ash from the cigarette when Jeanette nervously opened her mouth for it. The bullied girl flinched, winced, shuddered and then dutifully swallowed. All of which seemed to please Justine greatly. “You’re going to train your voice ‘every’ day. Watch old cartoons and try to replicate it. Look up Youtube videos. I don’t give a shit. You sound like a fucking girl when around me from now on. Because that’s what you are. Got it?”\n\n\t“Y-yes Mistress” the words blurted as a hasty prayer, fumbling over themselves. Fumbling and clumsy the way the poor girl imagined she was supposed to move. Suddenly she was nervous. Suddenly the idea of ‘being’ Jeanette was feeling a touch overwhelming. Yet she still nodded. She still waited for more. She still waited for more.\n\n\t“Next, you’re going to start growing your hair out. I think you know the kind of hairstyle I expect when you come in.” A wicked grin grew on Justine’s face. Another deep drag as she ran her fingers contemptuously though Jeanette’s messy headfur. “You’re going to buy a basic strengthening shampoo, and the most ‘granny’ sounding fur wash you can find. You’re going to learn to do makeup like an E-girl and find some nerdy perfume from people who sell at a renfaire. When I look at you, I want to see a walking myspace page full of dark edgy anime girls and shit like wolves or dragons standing in a stars cape. The kind of little library loser who pines for love while gazing at an old Nightwish album cover. You got that?”\n\n\t“I, I think so?” The poor girl choked on her own words. She chewed her lower lip again and gazed into those cold icy blue eyes. Or rather the one she could see clearly with the long ‘Violet Parr’ style wig covering her face. Yet it was still enough to all but crush the poor nerdy munk.\n\n\tJustine‘s eyes narrowed and she licked those black-painted lips once more. Crass seductive charm radiating from her pretty face. “You’ll get it right. If you want to keep giving me money you’ll get it right. As a start.”\n\n\t“Ok. But growing my hair out. Some people might uh, they might ask…”\n\n\t“Do I look like I give a shit?” Justine snapped “You don’t get a fucking choice. If someone figures out that you’re a sissy girl cuckold then that’s not my problem.”\n\n\t“Yesma’am” Jeanette muttered. Shrinking down slowly and swallowing hard.\n\n\tAnother deep drag. The flavorful smoke rolled in an open muzzle for a few moments. The otter tongue curling and twisting it before finally blowing it down over the coughing and sneezing face. Jeanette slammed her eyes shut and opened her mouth. Fear ran though her body and she trembled. Eventually, finally, the pain hit. The sudden jolting pain of a hot nub being ground down on sensitive flesh. Only when Mistress was finished. Only when Justine had finally decide she was done tormenting her plaything was she allowed to swallow. Forcing the still warm nub of ash and paper down her own throat and sobbing oh so softly.\n\n\t“Good girl” Justine purred “Now come on, loser. My Demonia’s need a good polish. Since you’ve been so good I think I’ll even let you ruin one out first on them.”\n\n\tSobbing, sniveling, shuddering, Justine began to crawl along after her Goddess. She said the only two words she could.\n\n\t“Oh golly“ Jeanette whimpered “Y-yes Mistress”.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tYou wouldn’t think the staff at a kink club were medically trained. Or maybe that was just Simon. It was entirely possible he just lacked imagination. He sat on a stool outside of the room and looked away from the Pine Marten girl who was currently palpitating and feeling at his package with a rubber glove. A disposable rubber glove. An act which was utterly divorced from sex.\n\n\t“I think you’re fine.” Lumia the pine Martin maid with the bottle black headfur glanced up and gave the package one last little heft. \n\n\t“Do you really have to do this every time?” Simon’s voice was timid, but it was his own. A fact which somehow felt even more wrong while still wearing this outfit.\n\n\tLumia sighed and cleared her throat. The faux French accent she sported always held a disdain not far from Justine’s. Fitting for a girl in a maid outfit, he supposed. Exactly the kind of person many doms and subs both wanted to play with.\n\n\t“Insurance. If you get torsion here it’s our ass. It’s the same kind of exam we do after any edge-play. Madame’s orders.”\n\n\tThe club’s owner was absolute in this place. Everyone respected her, and what she said always went. Anyone who didn’t like it could fuck off out of the place. Simon was a good boy. Even before he’d met Justine his flirtations with this place had all been well within the desires of the aloof and unattainable figure. Now? He’d rather eat glass than disobey and lose the chance to be around his Mistress again.\n\n\tBesides, the accountant in him had to respect the pragmatism of it. If you’re going to do dangerous shit, have people around who can deal with it.\n\n\t“I don’t seem to recall you allowing me to try such a thing when you first arrived here. I think I offered to pressure-drain your worthless little balls I’d almost be jealous if I actually, you know, cared.”\n\n\t“We all know you don’t care” Simon huffed But I do appreciate the check-up. Not that I ever plan to have kids or anything. I just, you know, don’t want to end up suffering some kind of serious medical trauma.” It was almost infantilizing when the gruff girl pulled Simon’s panties up her ass once more. The wedgie burn from before still hurt even if the Marten wasn’t looking to be rough. IT was a good burn, though. One that gave him a little shiver. “We don’t really click that way. Besides, not to offend but she has things you don’t you know.”\n\n\t“Oui, like a cock and balls?” The maid gave Simon’s tummy a small shove and then used his knees for leverage to push herself back up on her feet.\n\n\t“Why does everyone keep assuming I’m… Look, I’m not gay, alright? Or a chaser. A dick is only hot when the girl attached to it is hot. My tastes don’t change.”\n\n\t“Yeah, I really don’t care.” Lumia huffed. She still offered a silk clad paw towards the guest. Simon took it, and as he rose he offered a small nod of contrition. “I get it.” he sighed “I know people are just teasing me. But it doesn’t feel like explaining what’s awesome about Mistress should be so hard, you know? She just knows everything I need. Does e everything I could want her to…”\n\n\t“That is why you pay her, non?” Lumia sighed.\n\n\t“It’s not like that!” Simon snapped back. Not that he knew what it ‘would’ be like then. There really was no passable rebuttal. How could there be? None of these fucking people got it. A moment of tension, and then it passed. They didn’t really need to understand, did they? He understood. That was enough. Once every Thursday it was a simple world for two. Jeanette and her Mistress. That hour long session every week was the only thing that really mattered. Everyone and everything else could fuck off.\n\n\t“So doc?” He finally sighed “Do I get a clean bill of health?”\n\n\tLumia nodded and smiled a touch. “I suppose, oui. Just be careful. Remember to use your safe word if you need it. We don’t need to lose this place because someone doesn’t know his limits.”\n\n\t“I know.” Simon sighed “I have totally normal and realistic expectations. You don’t have to worry about me.”", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leashed Chapter 6: Ground Rules
By TerraMGP

\tJeanette stepped in to the Mistress’ chamber. Sure, it was really nothing more than a dungeon room in a BDSM club, but as far as she was concerned it was Mistress’ own personal realm. A space in which she and only she ruled. The heaven that Simon was allowed to step into now and then. Every other hour of the day he had to spend being boring old Simon. Being a little cog in a great big machine spinning away at the greater mass of social entropy and doing his part to drive society down into a gutter regardless of him wanting to or not.

\tBut that’s not how he was now. He wasn’t a ‘he’ at all. He was nothing. A toy. A doll. A ‘thing’ for a far superior being to play with. Everything and anything Jeanette was or ever would be hinged on the whims of Mistress Justine. That, that was heaven. That was bliss. That was so much better than anything Simon could aspire to.

\tHe was hit as he stepped in. The scent of leather, vanilla and oak moss. The sense memory of clove and incense from her cigarettes flooded secret corners of Jeanette’s muzzle with anticipation of being used.

\tJustine. A violet-haired goddess in Demonia platform boots and a tight corset. Black lace and lipstick to match, along with a jeering smirk that could put anyone in place. The scent and warmth of the goddess wafted by after her. In the blink of an eye the otter girl had gripped Jeanette’s cheek in a stiff leather glove. There was no way the chipmunk could have looked away even if she wanted to. Naturally, she didn’t want to.

\t“Really? Trying a little hard with the outfit, aren’t we?” Justine’s tone had all the hallmarks of the queen bitch goth in every high school the nation over. That bullying bravado and bored detachment as she licked her painted lips and paced leisurely around her victim.

\tSimon had done his best to be ‘Jeanette’. The blue sweater and purple skirt. Stretched out socks and some blue converse. If his hair was longer he might have even been able to pull it into the hairstyle. As it stood the glasses were the only serious flaw to the whole arrangement. But then he was Mistress’ dress-up dolly. Everything and anything she wanted him, her, to be.

\t“Did you listen to those audio files I sent?” The question was growled with a bully’s contempt. Suddenly fingers curled into Jeanette’s messy mop and she let out a choking little squeal while trying to nod.

\t“Yes Miss!” Jeanette choked.

\t“And what did you learn from them? Come on, you’re supposed to be a smart girl. What did you figure out?”

\tBig bucked teeth bit a bottom lip. The poor munk could feel her skirt tenting up. She felt her toes curl and her heart thud with the scent of her Mistress enveloping her. With that hot breath breaking upon her.

\tShe could recall every word. The semi-mechanical, synthesized voice of Futaba Sakura from Persona whispering in an unnaturally flat tone.

\t“Jeanette is weak. Jeanette is meek. She’s a hopeless little nerd. So smart, and her brain full of porn. Obeying her Mistress makes her wet. Getting bullied makes her blush. She’s a worthless little nothing and she deserves to get hurt. She’s always asking for it.”

\tIt was just a small bit of what she’d been given. It at least made clear that Mistress wanted her to be a girl. Not just that, but at least some idea as to what ‘type’ of girl. Already years of porn and willing hypno-video play came flooding into the poor thing’s brain. She felt her Mistress moving up behind her. The unlit cigarette in its holder poked into her peripheral and made Jeanette’s tongue tingle. It was so easy for her to just let this pretty woman guide her. To let this bully girl call all of the shots. Those painted lips slipped up beside her ear. A hand wrapped in leather ran down her skirt and up her thigh. It took so very little for Jeanette to act bashful and meek. Even without the role slowly being drilled into Simon the poor munk pushed her shoulders in and attempted to hide her face between them. Her blue-green eyes flickered and flashed this way and that. Yet it was impossible to make herself turn and actually look at the otter behind her.

\tSuddenly, the purple pleated skirt was flipped up and Jeanette felt something gripping against that flat munk ass. Leathery fingers gripped into the cheap cotton granny panties Simon had purchased just for the occasion.

\tA hard yank. A squeal. The fabric cracked and strained while Jeanette’s eyes went wide. She fumbled and struggled to stay on her feet. Pain shot though the scrawny little ass and the over heavy sac. A wet spot forming up in the front of the undies while Justine forced the poor nerdy girl to dance and dangle like a puppet.

\t“Cute.” the dominant otter huffed. “Very cute. But we really do have to work on your voice. I thought I was clear about that the last few times.”

\t“Please, Miss. M-mercy” Jeanette whimpered. The request was met with a few hard swats between the legs. Squeals and sobs while she dangled pathetically and fumbled for footing. It didn’t even hurt that much. The shame, though. Not to mention the suddenness.

\tWhen she’d seemingly grown bored of the pathetic whimpering Justine instead moved her paw down and began sliding fingers though chestnut thigh fur and then over the painfully squeezed bulge. “Oh you are so very, very wet, naughty schoolgirl.“ Jeanette cooed “Mercy? When you can’t even be bothered to fix your fucking voice? Oh, my poor, pathetic, deluded little pet. You really don’t get it do you? You are a Fuck Doll” A hard swat against the balls “You are a Rape Doll” Another slap “You are a Pain Doll” A third swat. Then a grip and a hard squeeze. “You are whatever the fuck turns me on at any given moment. You have a cute little schoolgirl crush on the bitchy goth girl. Don’t you?”

\tJeanette nodded frantically. Tears in her eyes. Her chest huffing hard with each breath while the pressure between her legs grew. The ache in her legs and tremble of her heart causing her to grip her bicep with the opposite arm and squeeze her self tight as she could. A crush. That was the word for it. That was the only word for it. A crush. Infatuation. She could almost imagine walking though the halls of her school with a wedgie, following behind Justine and carrying her books. The whole thing drew another moan and caused her to become aware of that growing leak between her legs. Her over-full package throbbing and aching. Just an in-love little tag-along ready to do the goth girl’s homework and worship her all for a bit of negative attention.

\t“Someone’s getting distracted” Justine huffed. She yanked on those poor pantied balls hard. “Did you not hear me? I’m disappointed that my little faggot girl doesn’t have a good girl voice yet.” In one quick motion the poor munk was turned, grabbed by the hair and kneed hard in the balls.

\tJeanette dropped to her knees. She’d put this on her ‘yes’ list. They’d done things like this before. But never this hard. Never this much. Tears streamed down the poor thing’s face while she struggled to get a breath.

\tThe sound of a lighter, a few moments of half-awareness while Jeanette tried to get herself mentally clear. Then a leather clad finger slowly moved along the pure virgin white fur of Jeanette’s neck. Up under the divot in her jawbone. Tilting the sobbing girl’s face up. “What’s the matter, loser? Can’t take a lil cunt punt?” The spicy clove-and-incense smoke billowed out over her face. Jeanette huffed and coughed and sputtered. The few breaths she drew were instantly tainted by that smoke. It burned her lungs and her eyes. Only then did she realize the girl of her dreams was towering over her. Looking down into her eyes. Lips so close they could almost kiss.

\t“You’re fucking lucky you can’t afford worse, you little slut. We’d see just how long that little crush of yours would last.” The cigarette was held up and Jeanette instantly opened her mouth. Ashes tapped into that waiting open muzzle. A wince of pain which caused the submissive toy to shudder in pleasure. “If you were some rich kid You’d probably end up strapped to that cross there and put on an estrogen IV until you were fucking ruined.”

\tSimon knew that she wouldn’t go that far. It was a ‘no’ box after all. But the threat. The idea of it. The notion that her goddess ‘could’ do that and the poor little dweeb would thank her for it? God, if only she could be tied up and tossed in the back of a trunk. Mind-fucked and brainwashed until she really did think she was the character. Until any idea of the dolly having control over her own identity was ruined and Mistress could decide everything for her.

\tJustine’s murrs brought the poor sub back from that torrent of thought. “Overthinking again? Phht, no wonder you can’t get a boy. Nerdy little goonettes like you can’t shut their brains up long enough to listen, can they? Let me make this very clear for you, dork. I make the rules, and you fucking follow them. I don’t see how that’s hard. You want to see me? You follow the fukcing rules.”

\tJustine paused again. The safe word. She was always waiting for the safe word. Always careful after a big thing like that. There was always the chance to tap out.

\tJeanette didn’t take it. Why would she? Who cared if it hurt? Who cared if it was scary? It let her be near her Mistress. A few bruises and bangs were such a small price to pay. Hell, some small part of the fucked up rodent thought it was cute! That it made ‘her’ cute to be that humble little victim who might one day be lucky enough to say ‘I ran into a door’.

\t“So to make it clear” Justine growled, reaching out and tapping another bit of ash from the cigarette when Jeanette nervously opened her mouth for it. The bullied girl flinched, winced, shuddered and then dutifully swallowed. All of which seemed to please Justine greatly. “You’re going to train your voice ‘every’ day. Watch old cartoons and try to replicate it. Look up Youtube videos. I don’t give a shit. You sound like a fucking girl when around me from now on. Because that’s what you are. Got it?”

\t“Y-yes Mistress” the words blurted as a hasty prayer, fumbling over themselves. Fumbling and clumsy the way the poor girl imagined she was supposed to move. Suddenly she was nervous. Suddenly the idea of ‘being’ Jeanette was feeling a touch overwhelming. Yet she still nodded. She still waited for more. She still waited for more.

\t“Next, you’re going to start growing your hair out. I think you know the kind of hairstyle I expect when you come in.” A wicked grin grew on Justine’s face. Another deep drag as she ran her fingers contemptuously though Jeanette’s messy headfur. “You’re going to buy a basic strengthening shampoo, and the most ‘granny’ sounding fur wash you can find. You’re going to learn to do makeup like an E-girl and find some nerdy perfume from people who sell at a renfaire. When I look at you, I want to see a walking myspace page full of dark edgy anime girls and shit like wolves or dragons standing in a stars cape. The kind of little library loser who pines for love while gazing at an old Nightwish album cover. You got that?”

\t“I, I think so?” The poor girl choked on her own words. She chewed her lower lip again and gazed into those cold icy blue eyes. Or rather the one she could see clearly with the long ‘Violet Parr’ style wig covering her face. Yet it was still enough to all but crush the poor nerdy munk.

\tJustine‘s eyes narrowed and she licked those black-painted lips once more. Crass seductive charm radiating from her pretty face. “You’ll get it right. If you want to keep giving me money you’ll get it right. As a start.”

\t“Ok. But growing my hair out. Some people might uh, they might ask…”

\t“Do I look like I give a shit?” Justine snapped “You don’t get a fucking choice. If someone figures out that you’re a sissy girl cuckold then that’s not my problem.”

\t“Yesma’am” Jeanette muttered. Shrinking down slowly and swallowing hard.

\tAnother deep drag. The flavorful smoke rolled in an open muzzle for a few moments. The otter tongue curling and twisting it before finally blowing it down over the coughing and sneezing face. Jeanette slammed her eyes shut and opened her mouth. Fear ran though her body and she trembled. Eventually, finally, the pain hit. The sudden jolting pain of a hot nub being ground down on sensitive flesh. Only when Mistress was finished. Only when Justine had finally decide she was done tormenting her plaything was she allowed to swallow. Forcing the still warm nub of ash and paper down her own throat and sobbing oh so softly.

\t“Good girl” Justine purred “Now come on, loser. My Demonia’s need a good polish. Since you’ve been so good I think I’ll even let you ruin one out first on them.”

\tSobbing, sniveling, shuddering, Justine began to crawl along after her Goddess. She said the only two words she could.

\t“Oh golly“ Jeanette whimpered “Y-yes Mistress”.

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\tYou wouldn’t think the staff at a kink club were medically trained. Or maybe that was just Simon. It was entirely possible he just lacked imagination. He sat on a stool outside of the room and looked away from the Pine Marten girl who was currently palpitating and feeling at his package with a rubber glove. A disposable rubber glove. An act which was utterly divorced from sex.

\t“I think you’re fine.” Lumia the pine Martin maid with the bottle black headfur glanced up and gave the package one last little heft.

\t“Do you really have to do this every time?” Simon’s voice was timid, but it was his own. A fact which somehow felt even more wrong while still wearing this outfit.

\tLumia sighed and cleared her throat. The faux French accent she sported always held a disdain not far from Justine’s. Fitting for a girl in a maid outfit, he supposed. Exactly the kind of person many doms and subs both wanted to play with.

\t“Insurance. If you get torsion here it’s our ass. It’s the same kind of exam we do after any edge-play. Madame’s orders.”

\tThe club’s owner was absolute in this place. Everyone respected her, and what she said always went. Anyone who didn’t like it could fuck off out of the place. Simon was a good boy. Even before he’d met Justine his flirtations with this place had all been well within the desires of the aloof and unattainable figure. Now? He’d rather eat glass than disobey and lose the chance to be around his Mistress again.

\tBesides, the accountant in him had to respect the pragmatism of it. If you’re going to do dangerous shit, have people around who can deal with it.

\t“I don’t seem to recall you allowing me to try such a thing when you first arrived here. I think I offered to pressure-drain your worthless little balls I’d almost be jealous if I actually, you know, cared.”

\t“We all know you don’t care” Simon huffed But I do appreciate the check-up. Not that I ever plan to have kids or anything. I just, you know, don’t want to end up suffering some kind of serious medical trauma.” It was almost infantilizing when the gruff girl pulled Simon’s panties up her ass once more. The wedgie burn from before still hurt even if the Marten wasn’t looking to be rough. IT was a good burn, though. One that gave him a little shiver. “We don’t really click that way. Besides, not to offend but she has things you don’t you know.”

\t“Oui, like a cock and balls?” The maid gave Simon’s tummy a small shove and then used his knees for leverage to push herself back up on her feet.

\t“Why does everyone keep assuming I’m… Look, I’m not gay, alright? Or a chaser. A dick is only hot when the girl attached to it is hot. My tastes don’t change.”

\t“Yeah, I really don’t care.” Lumia huffed. She still offered a silk clad paw towards the guest. Simon took it, and as he rose he offered a small nod of contrition. “I get it.” he sighed “I know people are just teasing me. But it doesn’t feel like explaining what’s awesome about Mistress should be so hard, you know? She just knows everything I need. Does e everything I could want her to…”

\t“That is why you pay her, non?” Lumia sighed.

\t“It’s not like that!” Simon snapped back. Not that he knew what it ‘would’ be like then. There really was no passable rebuttal. How could there be? None of these fucking people got it. A moment of tension, and then it passed. They didn’t really need to understand, did they? He understood. That was enough. Once every Thursday it was a simple world for two. Jeanette and her Mistress. That hour long session every week was the only thing that really mattered. Everyone and everything else could fuck off.

\t“So doc?” He finally sighed “Do I get a clean bill of health?”

\tLumia nodded and smiled a touch. “I suppose, oui. Just be careful. Remember to use your safe word if you need it. We don’t need to lose this place because someone doesn’t know his limits.”

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