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Really the closest he ever got to that stuff was his mom’s old ‘The Nanny’ reruns or his grandma Flannery making him watch Murder she Wrote with him. Though the woman’s sweater-ish top and long skirt wouldn’t be too out of place on Angela Landsberry.\n\n\tIt was hard to see the graying on the woman’s headfur or spots. An advantage of being a snow leopard, perhaps. A bright red bindi and matching square frame glasses cut though the fur far more and did a little bit to hide her age. Not that she was unattractive, per say. Certainly not Justin’s type. But a mature feline woman like her would probably rate MILF in someone’s book.\n\n\tIt didn’t matter. The mask of Justine stayed on. Firm and fixed behind the waterfall of violet covering one eye. Her narrow hips swayed and sauntered this way and that as she approached the woman and pushed a finger under her chin. The older feline gasped and bit her lip. The way she trembled made him wonder if she were touch-starved. It was always the same, and always somehow a bit sad.\n\n\t“Good evening, Mrs. Chandran.” Justine’s feminine falsetto flooded the room with barely repressed annoyance.\n\n\t“S-siya, please…” The woman half moaned. The last name could have been fake. In fact it was almost certain they all were. But the first wasn’t. Or if it was, it was the name of someone she wanted to imagine being. None of that was Justine’s to know. This was a service, nothing more.\n\n\t“Yeah, Right, Siya.” the otter ‘girl’ snorted the word and turned away. “I suppose you’re here to get your fix? The heavy otter rudder tail thwapped against her thigh. She could feel those thirsty old brown eyes drinking her body up. Justine snorted and huffed while starting to pace around the woman. A sharp, heavy blow from her crop landing on the skirt-clad thigh of the older woman. “Strip!” She commanded. A throaty, pouty growl rolling like gravel in her voice.\n\n\tJustine squinted. She did her best to radiate contempt. The body before her wasn’t horrible. The obvious end result of middle age and probably a few kids. She was short and very plump. Her crotch fur in particular a bit too short after a clear attempt to trim it by someone who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. The rest of the fur was bushy and plush. Someone actually interested in real sex with her probably would have no problem sinking their fingers deep into those displayed E-cups. Justine tried to focus on them. Remembered to lick her lips as the woman fiddled with her simple brown bra. \n\n\tJustine wondered if this would be easier if she’d worn a Sari like the fist time. Though she hadn’t exactly gotten undressed that time. Did you wear a bra with a Sari? Sari? Sarong? Was it Sarong? The otter felt like she knew that at one point. More useless trivia buried somewhere deep in the exploded archives of her mind.\n\n\t“God, no wonder you have to pay for it.” Justine huffed. “Sure your tits are big. But saggy old tits aren’t much to brag about, are they Mrs.?” The cruel otter girl continued to fondle and squeeze that chest. She drew whimpers and moans from the woman who tried desperately to protest. Yet the attempts soon fell to simple purrs, groans and unintelligible babbling. \n\n\tBefore long she had collapsed on to her hands and knees, Her E-cup chest heaving while she struggled to catch her breath. Not that she ‘really’ wanted to. Justine already knew that. As she always did, The feline crawled and rubbed her way around behind Justine with the grace of a feral cat in heat. She jammed her muzzle in between those toned little ass cheeks and began to huff hard. Rolling and rubbing her face this way and that while her tongue lulled out and began to slather over the panties and rump fur it could gain access to.\n\n\tIt wasn’t like a porn. No grace and refinement, nor was there any reformative over-exertion. No. The woman simply licked and sniffed and huffed with the greedy single mindedness of an addict. For her, Justine was a prop. A living doll to worship. Just standing there to make money while the woman sank into her own little world.\n\n\t“Oh, Radesh” she cooed. Presumably the name of her son based on what the woman usually said. Though honestly who could tell? “Mmm, yes. Mommy was right, wasn’t she? You look so sexy in panties, my boy. Ohh. This is so much better for you. I know it is. All of those big, strong men at your school looking at you like fresh meat. Your body really was born for this wasn’t it my precious?” \n\n\tShe poked her nose hard between Justine’s rump cheeks and wiggled it while bouncing up and down on the floor. The slick sounds of masturbation filled the room. Moaning and mewling now mixed with wet thuds and plump ass cheeks hitting the floor at a crazed off-rhythm. \n\n\t“Oh yes” the woman cooed again “Priva will be so surprised with you. I’m sure she will agree with me. Maybe she will even let me dress you both up the same. Then Mommy can tie you both down and worship your pretty bodies. Oh, oh yes. Ohhh. And on your special night, we can find all of those big strong boys. You can hold hands, hold hands as they, as they…. Ohm”\n\n\tThe rest of the blathering was in Hindi. It was hard to avoid the mental images that came from her words. The idea of this woman sitting in the corner of a bedroom like a cuck while her son and presumably his girlfriend, god he hoped his girlfriend, held hands and got railed wearing matching schoolgirl outfits. This older woman working herself up to the edge the way she was now, hammering a few orgasms out of the flesh that birthed the boy, then likely moving in to lick the mess clean.\n\n\tThat mental image continued right up until the body pressed against him shuddered violently and collapsed on the floor. Her eyes wide and crossed just a bit. Her tail waggling. Her chest pressed hard against the floor.\n\n\tJustine stepped on her head and looked down, spitting in the woman’s general direction. “Satisfy yourself, pervert?” She huffed\n\n\t“Oh, oh yes Miss” The woman moaned. “Yes, thank you. I needed that so badly!”\n\n\tNo questions were asked. No moves made beyond a small press on the top of Mrs. Chandran’s head. The dommie femboy then turned and huffed loudly. “Clean your mess up and go, then” She barked “I’ll expect you next week I’m sure…”\n\n--------------------\n\n\tTuesday morning. No classes, but there was one regular before his work at the shop. There was also a regular after. It was a suck day. It was also the price he paid for trying to get the all of the shit classes out of the way at once. Tech Writing was going to be tomorrow, and it was the worst. So already it was on his mind while waiting for the client to show up. \n\n\tWhy the man insisted on showing up at 5 AM was a mystery. Apparently he paid well enough for the Madame to have one of the maids open for them and babysit in the hallway outside. It wasn‘t Justin‘s place to question. It was simply Justine‘s job to put the man in ‘his‘ place.\n\n\tA weasel in Armani. Justine didn‘t know if it was Armani. It was a nice suit regardless. Possibly even tailored. He was tall and traditionally handsome. Had the body of someone who spent half their time sitting in an office chair and the other half in the gym to make up for it.\n\n\tThe sneer of contempt Justine gave him when he walked in wasn‘t really much of a play on anything. She knew his type. She hated them. Always had, and always would.\n\n\t“If it isn‘t the conformist“ Justine rolled her eyes a touch and waved her hand. She was in her usual goth attire, complete with the fancy platform boots that simultaneously put her at the same height as the man and made her fem frame feel even more waifish and spindly.\n\n\t“I‘m here.” The aging bro gave his best Barney Stinson smile. Except this corp cog didn‘t have any of Neil Patrick Harris‘ charm to buoy him up. The smile quickly faded and he stumbled back a bit. The blushing man looked away and reached down to grab the hem of his underwear.\n\n\tThough small, they were sized for an adult. However the Carebear patterns and bright colors made it look more like underwear intended for someone much younger. He held the fabric up for a few long seconds and winced at the audible click of a phone camera. Justine sitting in the dungeon room‘s throne with her legs kicking now as she snickered to herself.\n\n\t“Gawd, where did you even find those.” She laughed. “What kind of freak goes out and puts something like that on his actual credit card?”\n\n\tNaturally it was something ‘she‘ had told him to do. Though she‘d never told him to use his own card. She‘d never told him specifically what to get, either. The choice of overgrown ‘little boy underwear‘ might be uncomfortable to someone who wasn‘t at least familiar with kinks like age play. Then again, this guy probably wasn‘t from the way he was blushing. For him this shame was very different.\n\n\t“Awww and to think just pics of you naked got me these Demonias.” The otter ’girl’ wiggled a boot tip in the air as if to drive the point home. “I wonder what ‘this‘ will let me wring out of you“ Justine cooed. “Well, go on. Start stripping. Let‘s see if all that frat bro shit taught you anything.”\n\n\tThe man began to unbutton his shirt with all the grace of a stripper. Camera clicks, giggles, wriggling in the chair like a Rocky Horror extra. Each time Justine did anything to disrupt the mans concentration he stopped or slowed and gazed at the otter with a mix of shame and excitement. Soon the well tailored suit jacket, likely overpriced tie and white button up shirt were all crumpled on the floor behind him. Another male stripper pose that showed off the hem of those undies. Another snapshot. Another giggle, and Justine leaned in a bit closer looking the an right square in the eye. “Well? Come on. Get the rest off.” She cooed “Let‘s get to the good stuff.”\n\n\t“You know this is going a bit too far, right?” The man‘s words meant little considering he wasn‘t using the safe word. As such Justine was free to ignore it and just take another few snapshots as he yanked down the expensive dress pants and pushed out his hips bulge first. \n\n\t“Ohh. I bet the boys at the office would ‘love‘ this one.” Justine cooed “Widdle Mister Smith getting all turned on in his big boy undies?” Another snap. It absolutely wasn‘t his real name, and Justine didn‘t really care to know what the real one was. All she had to do was turn the camera on and let the man begin to dance around reluctantly in front of it. Showing off his gym-toned ass and possibly surgically enhanced junk. Justine wasn‘t even sure if that was a real thing, but if it was she imagined this was the kind of guy who could both afford it and who would feel better with it.\n\n\tThe prancing and posing went on for most of the scheduled time. The amusement was hard to fake, but thankfully the contempt was not. As their little session wound down near its end Justine tossed something towards the man and pulled her platform shoes up on to the chair with her knees to her chest. \n\n\t“Hey“ The man narrowed his eyes “I thought I was clear, nothing goes in me“\n\n\t“It‘s not.” She shrugged “But others won‘t know that. Pull those undies down, bend over, and hold the thing up near that little bitch hole. I want a ‘real‘ good shot.”\n\n\tThe man looked horrified. His jaw dropped. He shifted, whimpered. His whole body shook as he dropped to his knees. ‘mister smith‘ bent over in a way countless escorts and drunk college girls likely had for him in the past. He put his tail up and nervously moved the toy up against his pucker, shuddering. Holding the pose until finally he heard the click at which point the collapsed flat on his face.\n\n\t“Mmmm cute! Just in case anyone ever gets an idea that you might still somehow be a ‘real man‘ the contempt Justine put on the words was overwhelming . Absolutely devastating for someone like this overpaid exploitatitive weasel bastard. “Maybe next time you‘ll think of something nicer to bring me. After all, I have all the cards right now don‘t I?” She wiggled the phone and narrowed her eyes to be sure they had an ‘understanding‘.\n\n\tBy the time he pulled the undies back up the man was leaving a very big damp spot in the front of them. Justine considered letting him at least jerk off, but she was sure he‘d just spurt off in the car anyways. That was sure to be more shameful.\n\n\tThe man got dressed and began to walk out. Only once he was gone did Justine move out to where Noir stood just outside of the door. The goth dommie handed the sable maid the phone with its ‘Nightmare before Christmas‘ case. The client probably knew the pics were safe, but he’d also probably get off more not knowing the phone she used was a prop owned by the club.\n\n\t“Enjoy yourself?” Noir grumbled. Unlike Justine she didn‘t ‘have to look presentable. The fact that she did was likely some aspect of her own relationship with the Madame of the club.\n\n\tJustine just sighed and shook her head as her shoulders slumped “I need a nap“ he sighed \n\n--------------------\n\n\tThe nap didn’t help much. Six hours of bolting things on to decaying cars full of rust and grease sapped whatever energy it had given. One of those super sugary high protein ‘health’ drinks from Meijer had managed to keep Justin going though that hell. A second nap after the fact and a quarter bottle of fur wash was the only thing that got him ready for his work at the club.\n\n\tMz. Arlington probably didn’t care. Another fake name, he was sure. The equine woman was in the prime of her life. Well built and groomed like a businesswoman. He recognized the hallmarks from Hui’s mom, though the brown and white furred horse woman didn’t have the same burned out look as Justin’s future mother-in-law.\n\n\tShe entered wearing a little black dress that would have been suitable for any fancy dinner date. Makeup and a pearl necklace. A body toned carefully though years of discipline projecting a mix of femininity and strength that just about any woman would envy.\n\n\tJustine wasted no time when the woman walked in, grabbing the necklace and pulling her ‘client’ in close. The two had a considerable difference in height even with Justine’s platform boots. On the flip side it was just the right height for the otter to yank the woman in by her necklace and push the other paw between her legs. Getting the already considerable juices to soak into that black evening gown.\n\n\t“You kept me waiting you stupid little pack mule” Justine hissed. \n\n\t“Sorry, Miss!” The woman gasped She opened her mouth to say more and got a smack for her troubles. \n\n\tJustine huffing and grabbing her by the meticulously braided and cared for hair. “If I wanted you to make excuses I’d tell you what they are, Here I thought your kind were bred for taking orders!” \n\n\tJustin wasn’t a racist, or a specist. His fiancé was into Raceplay, as was her older sibling. Truth be told he’d gotten at least a bit numb to throwing out slurs and insults in Dom space with someone who he knew wanted it. Or so he thought. Something about doing it to an Afrofur was harder, though. It didn’t help that his boss was in the next room. Considering all that the Madame had done for him it was absolutely not something he wanted to do while she might hear it. But more than that it just felt… icky. Wrong. Confusing. He didn’t know this woman well enough to feel comfortable subjecting her to this kind of suffering.\n\n\tAnd yet that was what Justine was called to do. That was her job. That was what the mare was all but literally asking for.\n\n\tAnd so, she persisted.\n\n\tThe dress came off with all the care of a bad date on prom night. Yanked free and leaving her bare. No bra. No panties. Same as it always was with her. “God you’re such a slut, no matter how much you try to hide it” Justine huffed and pushed her fingers hard between the woman’s legs, letting the moisture drip down her digits. “I bet you spent all day pretending you’re a person. Being some strong, independent, powerful success story. Trying to hide what you really are? Afraid of fucking things up for anyone like you. Because we both know what you really are deep down don’t we pony girl?”\n\n\tMz. Arlington blushed but she didn’t protest. A deep and normally strong voice moaned a small ‘Yes Miss’ and pushed her hips out as if offering them to the gothy dommie. Justine’s gloved fingers spread the warm moist hole open. Letting the cool air hit it. Letting her paying victim feel ashamed of herself while the shorter fur pushed up against the trembling mare.\n\n\t“Arms behind your back, slut.” She cooed “You know the position.” Justine vanished, and when she returned began pulling a binder sleeve over the woman’s arms. It was tight, stiff, and a bit too small. Small enough to pull the woman’s arms back uncomfortably and press her chest out. The otter girl said nothing as she worked. Next coming a thick leather blindfold, and a set of clamps on her nipples. Each new item caused a new shudder of discomfort and some impotent squirming.\n\n\tNext was usually the bit gag. The client was clearly shocked when instead something was pulled up around her middle. A thick strap going between her legs, and the item buckling under her crotch \n\n\t“There we go” Justine growled “Something about a horse without a big freak cock that always feels wrong, don’t you think?”\n\n\tEven if she couldn’t feel it the woman clearly agreed enough to nod. She could feel Justine’s hand on the shaft and was bucking in to it. Moaning and panting while trying to fuck her hips into the gloved paw in the hopes that it would give her some personal relief. Desperate for even a bit of contact with her needy, dripping cunt. “Please, Miss” She groaned. “You’re right. It feels so good. Please let me…”\n\n\t“You want to fuck me?” Justine huffed “Silly girl. The second you get a dick and all you can think of is hammering it in to anything cute you can think of. How fucking pathetic is that? You’re a mare. You should be the one wanting to get it shoved in that big, ugly wet cunt of yours. But I guess you’re all so big and all those ‘natural’ muscles” The words felt gross to say, but Justine made them sound convincing at least. Punctuated by a hard smack and firm rub on the woman’s well toned ass.\n\n\t“S-sorry” Ms. Arlington hissed though clenched teeth. She wasn't sorry. She was nothing but thrilled. Her inner thighs were soaked and Justine took up some of the moisture and began stroking the shaft firmly. Squeezing it as if it were real and the aim was to cause more pain than pleasure.\n\n\t“You’re just a stupid stallion at the end of the day. A cock delivery device. Some big dicked brute who needs to be corralled and put to work so you don’t go raping every cute little thing you see. Even if your dick was ordered online.”\n\n\tThe woman nodded eagerly and humped that hand. Huffing and panting while her tongue lulled out. Her chest pushed hard into the air as she choked on steamy guttural moans. “Yes! God yes I’m so pathetic. Please! I’m just a stupid little rapist. I need to be worked until I’m all sweaty and sore so I don’t use my big nasty cock!”\n\n\t“You need a superior fur to tame you and break you.” Justine corrected, walking at first towards the throne she preferred using that sat in the back of the room. Then thinking better of it and walking to the wooden pony. The irony of it enough to at least draw some small genuine grin in this whole mess. “Let’s see if you can rub that big ugly thing between my cheeks without giving in to temptation and putting it in” Justine purred “If you can maybe we can see about giving you a treat.”\n \n--------------------\n\n\tEven a body that naturally predisposed towards femboy seemed to need a workout now and then. For Justin that‘d usually just been fixing his car and the occasional brawl back in high school. It seemed to be good genes, though he‘d probably have to start working out later in life if he didn‘t want to end up dad bod.\n\n\tIf that was the case, he at least got a good head start on working out now. Which was probably a good thing considering how utterly boring it all was.\n\n\tShe didn't know his name. Theoretically she could guess at a rodent. Rat or mouse. But she also knew the gimp suit belonged to the club and it was something you could easily fit plenty of people into who weren‘t at all rat-shaped. Thanks to Hui Justin even knew that some people got off on that. On having even their species taken away from them and being rendered into something ‘more pleasing‘ to their owner.\n\n\tIt was easier not to think about it. That was probably what the client wanted anyways. Justine sat there on the cheap wooden throne with her stocking feet cupped around either side of an exposed shaft. Stroking up and down slowly from the tip down to a thick and possibly too-tight cock ring. It had already been fifteen minutes of this. She knew because she was on the phone. The ‘play‘ one the club gave her. Not that the clients needed to know that. It didn‘t have service but could still do games on wifi. Which was good, because this shit was boring.\n\n\t“This stupid footstool is making me mess up.” She grumbled. A firm thudding stomp hammering down on the rubber-wrapped balls and drawing a grunt into the rat-faced gas mask. The more sensible part of her wanted to check and make sure she wasn’t doing damage. She had to remind herself that’s not what she was paid for. If anything, it was the opposite. “I probably need to see if I can find about seventy bucks under it. I could use some more gems for this game.”\n\n\tWho knew there was a Shin Megami Tensei game for phones? She wasn’t going to spend any extra she got on it, though. Playing games on the phone and texting while sounding like some brat was apparently the very specific directions Mr. Gimp here had given to the Madame. As someone who had been in high school until just recently Justine felt quite confident saying that wasn’t how the bratty or preppy girls usually acted. Nor were they also Goths. It was just such a confused mess.\n\n\tThat was really the worst part. The tedium, and all of these thoughts invading her head from it. She couldn’t exactly zone out without risking real damage to the client. But the client wished to be a ’thing’ To be disregarded. ’it’ wasn’t important. So she had to pay just enough attention to be safe while trying to occupy herself for another forty five god damn minutes.\n\n\tSwitching it up she rubbed the bottom of a cummy footpawed sock on the respirators of the gas mask. She heard small moans and whimpers of pleasure coming though the heavy material. Naturally she tried to ignore it. The ’thing’ was supposed to just lay there and be used. But it was actually a relief. At least she knew the client was still breathing. God she didn‘t know how rubber people did this shit.\n\n\tOnce again she began to stroke the toes against that aching shaft. The ‘thing‘ just shivering and squirming. Its whole world was the denial and torturous pleasure she was giving. All the while she just sighed and grumbled under her breath, wondering to herself if throwing all of her resources behind a collaboration unlock of Guts from berserk was really worth it in this game.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tThe vape was almost out. The gothy otter snarled and shook the Kuromi-shaped vape up and down hard in some futile attempt to get what was left of the juice compounded on one end. The little ‘Hello-Kitty’ shaped figure was something she figured would be a good prop with the rest of her Justine look. Unfortunately it wasn’t something she could just replace, and she really needed the fix right now.\n\n\tThis was all just too much. It had been over half a year. Over half a year of frustration. Over half a year of anxiety. Of not seeing his beloved every day as he used to. Of going though classes that felt tedious yet demanded all of his attention if he wanted to get into the school he really wanted. Of catering to the whims of people with hyper specific fetishes no matter mood or desires. No rest. No brakes. No real chance to collect himself. At this point Justin was holding on to ‘Justine’ by a few poorly painted claw tips.\n\n\tThankfully it was Thursday. For all of the stress, all of the frustration, all of the anxiety the week had held Justine was at least a bit relieved when it was Thursday. She smiled a touch when she heard the door latch jiggle. Huffed and let the vape drop when she saw the door open. A cute blushing boy in a decent Jeanette Miller cosplay standing at the other side.\n\n\tFor as much of a headache as Simon had caused, at the very least Jeanette was a toy that Justine could enjoy herself with. If only for one hour out of the week. \n", "writing_bbcode_parsed": "Leashed Chapter 9: Regulars
By TerraMGP

\tMonday mornings. Before calc. That was all Justin had on his mind. He didn’t show it. It hadn’t even been a year and yet Justin had gotten very good at masking his true feelings. His face showed none of the terror from someone who wasn’t sure if they hit send on the stupid online work sheet the day before. No stress over remembering how to keep tan, sign, cosign and all this other junk straight in his head. There was just a cold, cruel, bemused face of a goth goddess. This time fussing uncomfortably in the single schoolgirl outfit the club had provided in his size.

\tThe woman who walked in was dressed nicely enough. A short and rather kindly looking Snow Leopard wearing the kind of ‘simple’ clothing someone might see from a rich housewife in a soap opera or prestige TV. At least that’s what Justin assumed. Really the closest he ever got to that stuff was his mom’s old ‘The Nanny’ reruns or his grandma Flannery making him watch Murder she Wrote with him. Though the woman’s sweater-ish top and long skirt wouldn’t be too out of place on Angela Landsberry.

\tIt was hard to see the graying on the woman’s headfur or spots. An advantage of being a snow leopard, perhaps. A bright red bindi and matching square frame glasses cut though the fur far more and did a little bit to hide her age. Not that she was unattractive, per say. Certainly not Justin’s type. But a mature feline woman like her would probably rate MILF in someone’s book.

\tIt didn’t matter. The mask of Justine stayed on. Firm and fixed behind the waterfall of violet covering one eye. Her narrow hips swayed and sauntered this way and that as she approached the woman and pushed a finger under her chin. The older feline gasped and bit her lip. The way she trembled made him wonder if she were touch-starved. It was always the same, and always somehow a bit sad.

\t“Good evening, Mrs. Chandran.” Justine’s feminine falsetto flooded the room with barely repressed annoyance.

\t“S-siya, please…” The woman half moaned. The last name could have been fake. In fact it was almost certain they all were. But the first wasn’t. Or if it was, it was the name of someone she wanted to imagine being. None of that was Justine’s to know. This was a service, nothing more.

\t“Yeah, Right, Siya.” the otter ‘girl’ snorted the word and turned away. “I suppose you’re here to get your fix? The heavy otter rudder tail thwapped against her thigh. She could feel those thirsty old brown eyes drinking her body up. Justine snorted and huffed while starting to pace around the woman. A sharp, heavy blow from her crop landing on the skirt-clad thigh of the older woman. “Strip!” She commanded. A throaty, pouty growl rolling like gravel in her voice.

\tJustine squinted. She did her best to radiate contempt. The body before her wasn’t horrible. The obvious end result of middle age and probably a few kids. She was short and very plump. Her crotch fur in particular a bit too short after a clear attempt to trim it by someone who didn’t know what the hell they were doing. The rest of the fur was bushy and plush. Someone actually interested in real sex with her probably would have no problem sinking their fingers deep into those displayed E-cups. Justine tried to focus on them. Remembered to lick her lips as the woman fiddled with her simple brown bra.

\tJustine wondered if this would be easier if she’d worn a Sari like the fist time. Though she hadn’t exactly gotten undressed that time. Did you wear a bra with a Sari? Sari? Sarong? Was it Sarong? The otter felt like she knew that at one point. More useless trivia buried somewhere deep in the exploded archives of her mind.

\t“God, no wonder you have to pay for it.” Justine huffed. “Sure your tits are big. But saggy old tits aren’t much to brag about, are they Mrs.?” The cruel otter girl continued to fondle and squeeze that chest. She drew whimpers and moans from the woman who tried desperately to protest. Yet the attempts soon fell to simple purrs, groans and unintelligible babbling.

\tBefore long she had collapsed on to her hands and knees, Her E-cup chest heaving while she struggled to catch her breath. Not that she ‘really’ wanted to. Justine already knew that. As she always did, The feline crawled and rubbed her way around behind Justine with the grace of a feral cat in heat. She jammed her muzzle in between those toned little ass cheeks and began to huff hard. Rolling and rubbing her face this way and that while her tongue lulled out and began to slather over the panties and rump fur it could gain access to.

\tIt wasn’t like a porn. No grace and refinement, nor was there any reformative over-exertion. No. The woman simply licked and sniffed and huffed with the greedy single mindedness of an addict. For her, Justine was a prop. A living doll to worship. Just standing there to make money while the woman sank into her own little world.

\t“Oh, Radesh” she cooed. Presumably the name of her son based on what the woman usually said. Though honestly who could tell? “Mmm, yes. Mommy was right, wasn’t she? You look so sexy in panties, my boy. Ohh. This is so much better for you. I know it is. All of those big, strong men at your school looking at you like fresh meat. Your body really was born for this wasn’t it my precious?”

\tShe poked her nose hard between Justine’s rump cheeks and wiggled it while bouncing up and down on the floor. The slick sounds of masturbation filled the room. Moaning and mewling now mixed with wet thuds and plump ass cheeks hitting the floor at a crazed off-rhythm.

\t“Oh yes” the woman cooed again “Priva will be so surprised with you. I’m sure she will agree with me. Maybe she will even let me dress you both up the same. Then Mommy can tie you both down and worship your pretty bodies. Oh, oh yes. Ohhh. And on your special night, we can find all of those big strong boys. You can hold hands, hold hands as they, as they…. Ohm”

\tThe rest of the blathering was in Hindi. It was hard to avoid the mental images that came from her words. The idea of this woman sitting in the corner of a bedroom like a cuck while her son and presumably his girlfriend, god he hoped his girlfriend, held hands and got railed wearing matching schoolgirl outfits. This older woman working herself up to the edge the way she was now, hammering a few orgasms out of the flesh that birthed the boy, then likely moving in to lick the mess clean.

\tThat mental image continued right up until the body pressed against him shuddered violently and collapsed on the floor. Her eyes wide and crossed just a bit. Her tail waggling. Her chest pressed hard against the floor.

\tJustine stepped on her head and looked down, spitting in the woman’s general direction. “Satisfy yourself, pervert?” She huffed

\t“Oh, oh yes Miss” The woman moaned. “Yes, thank you. I needed that so badly!”

\tNo questions were asked. No moves made beyond a small press on the top of Mrs. Chandran’s head. The dommie femboy then turned and huffed loudly. “Clean your mess up and go, then” She barked “I’ll expect you next week I’m sure…”

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\tTuesday morning. No classes, but there was one regular before his work at the shop. There was also a regular after. It was a suck day. It was also the price he paid for trying to get the all of the shit classes out of the way at once. Tech Writing was going to be tomorrow, and it was the worst. So already it was on his mind while waiting for the client to show up.

\tWhy the man insisted on showing up at 5 AM was a mystery. Apparently he paid well enough for the Madame to have one of the maids open for them and babysit in the hallway outside. It wasn‘t Justin‘s place to question. It was simply Justine‘s job to put the man in ‘his‘ place.

\tA weasel in Armani. Justine didn‘t know if it was Armani. It was a nice suit regardless. Possibly even tailored. He was tall and traditionally handsome. Had the body of someone who spent half their time sitting in an office chair and the other half in the gym to make up for it.

\tThe sneer of contempt Justine gave him when he walked in wasn‘t really much of a play on anything. She knew his type. She hated them. Always had, and always would.

\t“If it isn‘t the conformist“ Justine rolled her eyes a touch and waved her hand. She was in her usual goth attire, complete with the fancy platform boots that simultaneously put her at the same height as the man and made her fem frame feel even more waifish and spindly.

\t“I‘m here.” The aging bro gave his best Barney Stinson smile. Except this corp cog didn‘t have any of Neil Patrick Harris‘ charm to buoy him up. The smile quickly faded and he stumbled back a bit. The blushing man looked away and reached down to grab the hem of his underwear.

\tThough small, they were sized for an adult. However the Carebear patterns and bright colors made it look more like underwear intended for someone much younger. He held the fabric up for a few long seconds and winced at the audible click of a phone camera. Justine sitting in the dungeon room‘s throne with her legs kicking now as she snickered to herself.

\t“Gawd, where did you even find those.” She laughed. “What kind of freak goes out and puts something like that on his actual credit card?”

\tNaturally it was something ‘she‘ had told him to do. Though she‘d never told him to use his own card. She‘d never told him specifically what to get, either. The choice of overgrown ‘little boy underwear‘ might be uncomfortable to someone who wasn‘t at least familiar with kinks like age play. Then again, this guy probably wasn‘t from the way he was blushing. For him this shame was very different.

\t“Awww and to think just pics of you naked got me these Demonias.” The otter ’girl’ wiggled a boot tip in the air as if to drive the point home. “I wonder what ‘this‘ will let me wring out of you“ Justine cooed. “Well, go on. Start stripping. Let‘s see if all that frat bro shit taught you anything.”

\tThe man began to unbutton his shirt with all the grace of a stripper. Camera clicks, giggles, wriggling in the chair like a Rocky Horror extra. Each time Justine did anything to disrupt the mans concentration he stopped or slowed and gazed at the otter with a mix of shame and excitement. Soon the well tailored suit jacket, likely overpriced tie and white button up shirt were all crumpled on the floor behind him. Another male stripper pose that showed off the hem of those undies. Another snapshot. Another giggle, and Justine leaned in a bit closer looking the an right square in the eye. “Well? Come on. Get the rest off.” She cooed “Let‘s get to the good stuff.”

\t“You know this is going a bit too far, right?” The man‘s words meant little considering he wasn‘t using the safe word. As such Justine was free to ignore it and just take another few snapshots as he yanked down the expensive dress pants and pushed out his hips bulge first.

\t“Ohh. I bet the boys at the office would ‘love‘ this one.” Justine cooed “Widdle Mister Smith getting all turned on in his big boy undies?” Another snap. It absolutely wasn‘t his real name, and Justine didn‘t really care to know what the real one was. All she had to do was turn the camera on and let the man begin to dance around reluctantly in front of it. Showing off his gym-toned ass and possibly surgically enhanced junk. Justine wasn‘t even sure if that was a real thing, but if it was she imagined this was the kind of guy who could both afford it and who would feel better with it.

\tThe prancing and posing went on for most of the scheduled time. The amusement was hard to fake, but thankfully the contempt was not. As their little session wound down near its end Justine tossed something towards the man and pulled her platform shoes up on to the chair with her knees to her chest.

\t“Hey“ The man narrowed his eyes “I thought I was clear, nothing goes in me“

\t“It‘s not.” She shrugged “But others won‘t know that. Pull those undies down, bend over, and hold the thing up near that little bitch hole. I want a ‘real‘ good shot.”

\tThe man looked horrified. His jaw dropped. He shifted, whimpered. His whole body shook as he dropped to his knees. ‘mister smith‘ bent over in a way countless escorts and drunk college girls likely had for him in the past. He put his tail up and nervously moved the toy up against his pucker, shuddering. Holding the pose until finally he heard the click at which point the collapsed flat on his face.

\t“Mmmm cute! Just in case anyone ever gets an idea that you might still somehow be a ‘real man‘ the contempt Justine put on the words was overwhelming . Absolutely devastating for someone like this overpaid exploitatitive weasel bastard. “Maybe next time you‘ll think of something nicer to bring me. After all, I have all the cards right now don‘t I?” She wiggled the phone and narrowed her eyes to be sure they had an ‘understanding‘.

\tBy the time he pulled the undies back up the man was leaving a very big damp spot in the front of them. Justine considered letting him at least jerk off, but she was sure he‘d just spurt off in the car anyways. That was sure to be more shameful.

\tThe man got dressed and began to walk out. Only once he was gone did Justine move out to where Noir stood just outside of the door. The goth dommie handed the sable maid the phone with its ‘Nightmare before Christmas‘ case. The client probably knew the pics were safe, but he’d also probably get off more not knowing the phone she used was a prop owned by the club.

\t“Enjoy yourself?” Noir grumbled. Unlike Justine she didn‘t ‘have to look presentable. The fact that she did was likely some aspect of her own relationship with the Madame of the club.

\tJustine just sighed and shook her head as her shoulders slumped “I need a nap“ he sighed

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\tThe nap didn’t help much. Six hours of bolting things on to decaying cars full of rust and grease sapped whatever energy it had given. One of those super sugary high protein ‘health’ drinks from Meijer had managed to keep Justin going though that hell. A second nap after the fact and a quarter bottle of fur wash was the only thing that got him ready for his work at the club.

\tMz. Arlington probably didn’t care. Another fake name, he was sure. The equine woman was in the prime of her life. Well built and groomed like a businesswoman. He recognized the hallmarks from Hui’s mom, though the brown and white furred horse woman didn’t have the same burned out look as Justin’s future mother-in-law.

\tShe entered wearing a little black dress that would have been suitable for any fancy dinner date. Makeup and a pearl necklace. A body toned carefully though years of discipline projecting a mix of femininity and strength that just about any woman would envy.

\tJustine wasted no time when the woman walked in, grabbing the necklace and pulling her ‘client’ in close. The two had a considerable difference in height even with Justine’s platform boots. On the flip side it was just the right height for the otter to yank the woman in by her necklace and push the other paw between her legs. Getting the already considerable juices to soak into that black evening gown.

\t“You kept me waiting you stupid little pack mule” Justine hissed.

\t“Sorry, Miss!” The woman gasped She opened her mouth to say more and got a smack for her troubles.

\tJustine huffing and grabbing her by the meticulously braided and cared for hair. “If I wanted you to make excuses I’d tell you what they are, Here I thought your kind were bred for taking orders!”

\tJustin wasn’t a racist, or a specist. His fiancé was into Raceplay, as was her older sibling. Truth be told he’d gotten at least a bit numb to throwing out slurs and insults in Dom space with someone who he knew wanted it. Or so he thought. Something about doing it to an Afrofur was harder, though. It didn’t help that his boss was in the next room. Considering all that the Madame had done for him it was absolutely not something he wanted to do while she might hear it. But more than that it just felt… icky. Wrong. Confusing. He didn’t know this woman well enough to feel comfortable subjecting her to this kind of suffering.

\tAnd yet that was what Justine was called to do. That was her job. That was what the mare was all but literally asking for.

\tAnd so, she persisted.

\tThe dress came off with all the care of a bad date on prom night. Yanked free and leaving her bare. No bra. No panties. Same as it always was with her. “God you’re such a slut, no matter how much you try to hide it” Justine huffed and pushed her fingers hard between the woman’s legs, letting the moisture drip down her digits. “I bet you spent all day pretending you’re a person. Being some strong, independent, powerful success story. Trying to hide what you really are? Afraid of fucking things up for anyone like you. Because we both know what you really are deep down don’t we pony girl?”

\tMz. Arlington blushed but she didn’t protest. A deep and normally strong voice moaned a small ‘Yes Miss’ and pushed her hips out as if offering them to the gothy dommie. Justine’s gloved fingers spread the warm moist hole open. Letting the cool air hit it. Letting her paying victim feel ashamed of herself while the shorter fur pushed up against the trembling mare.

\t“Arms behind your back, slut.” She cooed “You know the position.” Justine vanished, and when she returned began pulling a binder sleeve over the woman’s arms. It was tight, stiff, and a bit too small. Small enough to pull the woman’s arms back uncomfortably and press her chest out. The otter girl said nothing as she worked. Next coming a thick leather blindfold, and a set of clamps on her nipples. Each new item caused a new shudder of discomfort and some impotent squirming.

\tNext was usually the bit gag. The client was clearly shocked when instead something was pulled up around her middle. A thick strap going between her legs, and the item buckling under her crotch

\t“There we go” Justine growled “Something about a horse without a big freak cock that always feels wrong, don’t you think?”

\tEven if she couldn’t feel it the woman clearly agreed enough to nod. She could feel Justine’s hand on the shaft and was bucking in to it. Moaning and panting while trying to fuck her hips into the gloved paw in the hopes that it would give her some personal relief. Desperate for even a bit of contact with her needy, dripping cunt. “Please, Miss” She groaned. “You’re right. It feels so good. Please let me…”

\t“You want to fuck me?” Justine huffed “Silly girl. The second you get a dick and all you can think of is hammering it in to anything cute you can think of. How fucking pathetic is that? You’re a mare. You should be the one wanting to get it shoved in that big, ugly wet cunt of yours. But I guess you’re all so big and all those ‘natural’ muscles” The words felt gross to say, but Justine made them sound convincing at least. Punctuated by a hard smack and firm rub on the woman’s well toned ass.

\t“S-sorry” Ms. Arlington hissed though clenched teeth. She wasn't sorry. She was nothing but thrilled. Her inner thighs were soaked and Justine took up some of the moisture and began stroking the shaft firmly. Squeezing it as if it were real and the aim was to cause more pain than pleasure.

\t“You’re just a stupid stallion at the end of the day. A cock delivery device. Some big dicked brute who needs to be corralled and put to work so you don’t go raping every cute little thing you see. Even if your dick was ordered online.”

\tThe woman nodded eagerly and humped that hand. Huffing and panting while her tongue lulled out. Her chest pushed hard into the air as she choked on steamy guttural moans. “Yes! God yes I’m so pathetic. Please! I’m just a stupid little rapist. I need to be worked until I’m all sweaty and sore so I don’t use my big nasty cock!”

\t“You need a superior fur to tame you and break you.” Justine corrected, walking at first towards the throne she preferred using that sat in the back of the room. Then thinking better of it and walking to the wooden pony. The irony of it enough to at least draw some small genuine grin in this whole mess. “Let’s see if you can rub that big ugly thing between my cheeks without giving in to temptation and putting it in” Justine purred “If you can maybe we can see about giving you a treat.”
 
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\tEven a body that naturally predisposed towards femboy seemed to need a workout now and then. For Justin that‘d usually just been fixing his car and the occasional brawl back in high school. It seemed to be good genes, though he‘d probably have to start working out later in life if he didn‘t want to end up dad bod.

\tIf that was the case, he at least got a good head start on working out now. Which was probably a good thing considering how utterly boring it all was.

\tShe didn't know his name. Theoretically she could guess at a rodent. Rat or mouse. But she also knew the gimp suit belonged to the club and it was something you could easily fit plenty of people into who weren‘t at all rat-shaped. Thanks to Hui Justin even knew that some people got off on that. On having even their species taken away from them and being rendered into something ‘more pleasing‘ to their owner.

\tIt was easier not to think about it. That was probably what the client wanted anyways. Justine sat there on the cheap wooden throne with her stocking feet cupped around either side of an exposed shaft. Stroking up and down slowly from the tip down to a thick and possibly too-tight cock ring. It had already been fifteen minutes of this. She knew because she was on the phone. The ‘play‘ one the club gave her. Not that the clients needed to know that. It didn‘t have service but could still do games on wifi. Which was good, because this shit was boring.

\t“This stupid footstool is making me mess up.” She grumbled. A firm thudding stomp hammering down on the rubber-wrapped balls and drawing a grunt into the rat-faced gas mask. The more sensible part of her wanted to check and make sure she wasn’t doing damage. She had to remind herself that’s not what she was paid for. If anything, it was the opposite. “I probably need to see if I can find about seventy bucks under it. I could use some more gems for this game.”

\tWho knew there was a Shin Megami Tensei game for phones? She wasn’t going to spend any extra she got on it, though. Playing games on the phone and texting while sounding like some brat was apparently the very specific directions Mr. Gimp here had given to the Madame. As someone who had been in high school until just recently Justine felt quite confident saying that wasn’t how the bratty or preppy girls usually acted. Nor were they also Goths. It was just such a confused mess.

\tThat was really the worst part. The tedium, and all of these thoughts invading her head from it. She couldn’t exactly zone out without risking real damage to the client. But the client wished to be a ’thing’ To be disregarded. ’it’ wasn’t important. So she had to pay just enough attention to be safe while trying to occupy herself for another forty five god damn minutes.

\tSwitching it up she rubbed the bottom of a cummy footpawed sock on the respirators of the gas mask. She heard small moans and whimpers of pleasure coming though the heavy material. Naturally she tried to ignore it. The ’thing’ was supposed to just lay there and be used. But it was actually a relief.  At least she knew the client was still breathing. God she didn‘t know how rubber people did this shit.

\tOnce again she began to stroke the toes against that aching shaft. The ‘thing‘ just shivering and squirming. Its whole world was the denial and torturous pleasure she was giving. All the while she just sighed and grumbled under her breath, wondering to herself if throwing all of her resources behind a collaboration unlock of Guts from berserk was really worth it in this game.

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\tThe vape was almost out. The gothy otter snarled and shook the Kuromi-shaped vape up and down hard in some futile attempt to get what was left of the juice compounded on one end. The little ‘Hello-Kitty’ shaped figure was something she figured would be a good prop with the rest of her Justine look. Unfortunately it wasn’t something she could just replace, and she really needed the fix right now.

\tThis was all just too much. It had been over half a year. Over half a year of frustration. Over half a year of anxiety. Of not seeing his beloved every day as he used to. Of going though classes that felt tedious yet demanded all of his attention if he wanted to get into the school he really wanted. Of catering to the whims of people with hyper specific fetishes no matter mood or desires. No rest. No brakes. No real chance to collect himself. At this point Justin was holding on to ‘Justine’ by a few poorly painted claw tips.

\tThankfully it was Thursday. For all of the stress, all of the frustration, all of the anxiety the week had held Justine was at least a bit relieved when it was Thursday. She smiled a touch when she heard the door latch jiggle. Huffed and let the vape drop when she saw the door open. A cute blushing boy in a decent Jeanette Miller cosplay standing at the other side.

\tFor as much of a headache as Simon had caused, at the very least Jeanette was a toy that Justine could enjoy herself with. If only for one hour out of the week.
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