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This story was written for Day #11 of Kinktober 2017! Today's theme is Bondage, and the story was written for Nicoya It contains sexual acts and dom/sub themes involving consenting adults. :3

On the Way to the Party

Nicoya and Sella stood side by side, both blushing, both with faces that peered down at their own feet in shame and embarrassment as they listened to their mistress rooting around in one of several large trunks that rested in their playroom. Despite their nudity and the chastity harnesses wrapped around both cat and hybrid kirin's loins, there was something almost childish about how they were standing. Like a pair of cubs who had been caught with their hands in the cookie jar, now awaiting punishment from their firm but fair mother. They knew they had done wrong. They knew they had gotten caught red, or in this case very nearly sticky-handed. And most importantly, they knew that whatever Cayes had in store for them now, they had most definitely earned it.

Nonetheless, both of them whimpered loudly as they saw the turtle's form rise from one of the trunks with two large and heavily rattling items clutched in her hands. Their eyes widened as they looked from the objects to Cayes herself, then to one another. Already they had been prevented from stimulating themselves or one another by the chastity devices locked around their nether regions, but had they really damaged their mistress' trust in them so much that she felt these to be necessary too? It seemed so, but regardless of the reason the fact remained that first Sella, then Nicoya were further bound in thick cloth, leather straps and metal buckles. One by one they watched each other's bare upper bodies being wrapped up in heavy duty straitjackets, bound tightly, helplessly so that their arms were rendered utterly useless, and their torsos held tight enough that they could barely turn or bend themselves even a third as much as before.

Not a word was spoken as Cayes tied them up, not by her and certainly not by either of her pets. A firm, stoic urgency lingered in the turtle's eyes, and not for even a moment did a smile cross her beaked face as Nicoya and Sella whimpered and moaned softly, every bit as turned on by this continued bondage and denial as they were ashamed and aghast at having it applied to them. Indeed even now as they stared at each other it was perfectly obvious to both the pets that they still wished they hadn't been caught, that in their mind's eye they were each still fantasising about another world, another reality in which Cayes hadn't caught them on the verge of getting each other off, or indeed one where the turtle had encouraged their play with or without her present. All that fantasising though, all that imagining did nothing to help them now. Indeed as they were bound all the more tightly and helplessly, it only made the unsatisfied ache of sexual longing rage all the more furiously behind the cold, unrelenting metal of their chastity.

Once they were both suitably restrained and every last buckle and tie upon their new jackets was secured in place, the two pets watched as Cayes returned to the trunk once more. This time however she barely had to lean over it for more than a few seconds, giving her pets only the briefest glimpse of her bare ass and her pussy glistening slightly between her legs before pulling herself upright yet again. Again the pair whimpered and groaned at what they saw resting in Cayes' grip, but there was nothing to be said, nothing to be done to complain or to try to talk Cayes into relenting. They knew what they had done, and they knew that if they wanted to continue to be the beloved and obedient pets that Cayes could be proud of, they had to show her that they would accept whatever punishment she chose to visit upon them for their naughtiness.

Sella watched, wide eyed and trembling in a mixture of nervousness and excitement, as Nicoya was fitted with his next item of attire. A latex hood that covered his entire face, no eye-holes present and thus serving as a blindfold while leaving the end of his muzzle open so that he could breathe, and indeed whimper freely. Only now, for the first time since their initial apologies and pleading, did the cat speak. He addressed his mistress softly as he turned his head, blindly hoping to end up looking in her direction for at least a little while as he spoke.

"Cayes. M-mistress. Please... I..."

He didn't get any further though, because Cayes answered him almost immediately.

"Keep your mouth open, Nico. That's it. Like that, but, a little wider, please."

The cat never got to speak another word from that moment onward, as the other item drawn out from the trunk with the hood was affixed around its latex form. A large, thick rubber ball-gag, stuffed between the feline male's open jaws and tied firmly in place around the back of his head. Cayes gave a gentle tug upon it to ensure that it was suitably tight, and for the first time since her two pets had been caught together Sella saw a flicker of a smile cross over her face, amused and perhaps even a little excited by the sight of her pet in such a state as a trickle of saliva began to drool helplessly down the side of Nicoya's unceasingly open muzzle. Even Sella herself couldn't help but smile at the sight of Nicoya in such a helpless state, albeit only a little more-so than herself. That smile soon faded however as Cayes' eyes turned towards her, and the kirin realised that there was still a second hood, and indeed a second gag with her name on it.

"I... I'll keep quiet, mistress. I won't say a word. I'll keep my eyes shut, a-and..."

Sella's whimpers went every bit as unheeded as Nicoya's own, and before long she was blind and whimpering through a rubber gag of her own, blushing deeply as she felt her mistress securing the last of the latex hood's fastenings around the small antlers poking from the top of her head. It might not have been the most intimate of interactions, but unable to see, to speak, to move, even her hearing limited by the tightness of the latex against her ears, feeling Cayes' fingers upon her small horns was enough to make Sella's pussy ache ruefully within its metal-bound chastity.

When Cayes' touch left her however, the intense, erotic anguish the absence of that or any other stimulation was far, far worse. Sella stood perfectly still, head spinning slightly as she tried to remember where she was in the room relative to everything else. She tried to ground herself, to tell herself that if she moved a few steps in one direction or another she would be able to meet a wall, or some other defined object to give the darkness in which she was standing some form, some degree of context to limit it from its currently infinite expanse. She dared not move though, for fear that she was wrong. What if she took a step, then another, then another and another and another, and found no wall, no comfort or reassurance that within her bondage she hadn't simply slipped free from reality and begun to drift helplessly, bound and utterly without power, through an endless space of nothingness.

That terror lasted perhaps thirty seconds before Sella felt Cayes' hands upon her thighs. Then, to her shock and wonder, upon her chastity harness. She felt the metal bonds pressed tightly across her crotch falling away as the device was unbound from her, and she moaned into her gag loudly, spreading her legs oh so willingly for her mistress' ease as she felt two of Cayes' fingers pressing something, some small object deep into her pussy. Just as quickly as the fingers had entered her of course, they slipped away again, and to Sella's horror, with the unidentified object still resting inside her depths as they clutched and squeezed around it, she felt the chastity harness being locked back into place. The hybrid female felt a strange, light pressure upon each of her thighs that itself lingered even after Cayes' hands had withdrawn, slightly sticky with some sort of adhesive, clinging to the inner flesh of her upper legs just below her crotch.

A few moments later, she heard a muffled, seemingly distant moan from another gagged muzzle that had to be Nicoya. Sure enough the cat was suddenly experiencing a similar series of sensations to those which Sella had just succumbed, though for him there wasn't even a brief respite from his chastity. It was the feline male's ass that was probed and teased by two lubricated fingers alone before he too felt a small object being pushed inside himself, and rather than his upper thighs being the target for whatever material was pressed and secured against them on Sella's form, it was Nicoya's balls that served as the target.

"Okay..."

Cayes' voice was a welcome relief to both whimpering, trembling, blind and helpless pets.

"It's time to get ready for the party now. Wait here."

She paused for a moment after that comment, and both pets blushed deeply beneath their latex masks as they heard the turtle murmur softly, perhaps even lustfully under her breath.

"Not that you really have a choice."

And indeed they didn't. Though both the turtle's pets were entirely willing and eager to make up for their misdeeds, they were still very much unable to control even the slightest little part of how they were going to earn their mistress' forgiveness. That was for Cayes and Cayes alone to decide, and thus they did the only thing they could do under the circumstances. They stood silently in their bound and utterly vulnerable state, thinking about how Cayes would be able to take them to a party dressed like this without giving away what they got up to behind closed doors. They stood trembling, blushing, knowing that their fellow pet was mere metres away and yet so isolated, so trapped within their own bodies by the bondage holding back almost all their senses that any other presence might as well have been hundreds, even thousands of miles distant.

It was only Cayes that could grant them relief from the emptiness and absence of almost all sensation. Only the turtle, when she returned, who could make them feel as she slipped them into large, bulky costumes one by one. Neither cat nor kirin had any clue what the costume was, only that it was large enough to slide over their straitjacketed and chastity bound bodies, and that while bulky it was light, as though heavily padded. It took them maybe fifteen minutes each to be fully dressed, culminating in each of their already blind, gagged heads feeling something heavy, a second mask or some other covering being placed upon their shoulders. Even then though, fully dressed up and apparently ready for the costume party to which this whole day had originally been leading, they still were offered no clues to what they were wearing as Cayes slipped away once more. It was only when she returned, giggling audibly, that her words to the pair gave away even the slightest clue as to what was now disguising their bound and gagged selves.

"Such a pretty pair. C'mon then. Time to go. Follow your trainer like the obedient pokemon I know you want to be."

They heard Cayes' footsteps fading away, and both panicked. How could they possibly follow her? How could they know where she was going? Did she want them to fail this task, or to try anyway just to prove their devotion no matter how futile?

Before the pair of pets could grow too frenzied or desperate in their concern though, they received their answer in the most practical, physical manner possible.

"Forward."

Cayes called back to them, and as she did so they both heard a soft click from somewhere close by. Indeed, somewhere so close that it couldn't even be around them, but almost certainly came from within.

Within Nicoya's ass, pressed firmly against the flesh aligned in intimate proximity to his prostate, and within Sella's pussy nestled gently against her g-spot, for a few brief moments two powerful vibrators surged into life, then stopped again.

The two figures shuddered, writhed, almost falling to their knees but instead stumbling forward in their urgent desire to obey and perhaps be rewarded by yet more pleasure. They stumbled on and on until Cayes called out again.

"Stop."

Another buzz of pleasure rewarded each of them as they did so, both pets wailing almost silently through their gags and bucking their hips within the thick costumes surrounding them.

"Turn left."

Two pairs of eyes bulged behind two latex masks as the e-stim pad upon Sella's left thigh and upon Nicoya's left testicle sent an intense, pleasure-pain rich jolt crackling through them both in the same instant. They yelped and mewled into their gags, but turned immediately as requested.

"Good. You're starting to get the hang of it."

Cayes' voice rang out from close by, followed by a warm, giddy giggle.

"Lets see if you can follow instructions without vocal commands though, hmm? Wouldn't want your trainer losing her voice before she gets to the party, would we?"

The e-stim pads upon the cat's right testicle and the kirin's right thigh sparked into life, and they both turned right until the surge of power ceased. The buzzing in their ass and pussy respectively resumed for a moment and they began to walk shakily forward, and only when it buzzed once again did they stop.

"Very good. Such good, obedient pets. Who knew that all I needed to do in order to get you to listen was ensuring that you relied on me entirely for even the most fundamental tasks."

Cayes' voice was warm and playful, but there was still a little lingering frustration there too as she reminded her pets that had it not been for their disobeying a direct request from their mistress, none of this would have been necessary.

"Now, come on. We have a party to get to, and a costume competition to win. I want to show all my friends just how good a pokemon trainer Cayes Ketchum can be!"

Dressed in a perfect Ash cosplay outfit, hat, poke-ball belt, rucksack and all, Cayes held a pokeball outstretched in one hand. With her thumb she twisted the dial to the left, giggling as her pets turned left with another surge of electrical stimulation to guide them. She pressed the central release button of the poke-ball, but rather than the device springing open she watched her pets stumble forward in their light but heavily padded costumes, the most muffled, barely audible moans escaping through their gags and the large mascot-style heads resting upon them.

"And of course, I want to show them how obedient, how well trained my pokemon can be. My marvelous Minun. My pretty Plusle."

She hit the button again to tell her pokemon-dressed pets to stop as they arrived at the doorway of the playroom, holding it perhaps a little longer than was necessary and watching as they trembled and writhed within their bondage as the pleasure of those powerful vibrators continued to surge through them.

"I know you won't disobey me again tonight, my sweet poke-pets. Not just because you really don't have the opportunity anymore... but because it'll be so, so much more fun for you both if you do everything your trainer commands."

The vibrators deep within the two dressed up pets buzzed violently once more, commanding them to walk forward even as pleasure surged through their chastity-locked, straitjacket bound bodies. And of course, without question, they obeyed.

By Jeeves

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