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Nothing was normal in Cayes' household. Normal was boring, and boring was pretty much the least attractive quality one could find in a person so long as they weren't some sort of racist or bigot. The turtle herself made every effort to not be normal. Not necessarily to be weird or strange, but to carve out her own unique niche in the world. As for Nicoya, the pet she adored, he didn't even need to try. When you were a winged, tentacle-bearing cat, normal tended to pass you by on the other side of the street.

Perhaps that explained how Nicoya came to be standing outside their local grocery store one morning, wearing his prettiest blue sundress, a delicate, matching pair of snug frilled panties, and of course the chastity belt to ensure that he didn't get over excited and blow his cover, or at the very least put a sizeable tent in it. Normally going to the shops in his cutest feminine guise would have been a real treat for the cat. A chance to play around, to flirt and wink at all the cute straight guys who would never know as they masturbated that night that they were actually thinking about a dude. On this particular day however, Cayes had been feeling a little cheeky. The turtle had been busy at work all week, and had the whole weekend free to spend with her lover. Thus, on this sunny Friday afternoon she'd sent Nicoya off in search of supplies for their weekend together. With a kiss, a wink, and a powerful little vibrator attached to the very tip of Nicoya's sheath.

The toy was wireless, and the control unit was back at home with Cayes, meaning that there was nothing Nicoya could do now that he was here. No matter how aggravatingly unpredictable the randomiser function of the vibrator may have been, all the cat could do was try to grin and bear it... that, or go home empty handed and face up to his mistress' disappointment. Obviously that wasn't an option that the cat was willing to face, so Nicoya had no choice but to proceed.

Stepping forward upon his delicate high heeled shoes, the feline slipped into the store and picked up a basket. Reaching into his purse, Nicoya felt the toy kick its buzzing up a notch; sending the pleasure coursing through his helplessly trapped cock from a gentle hum to a pleasantly intense throbbing. His fingers closed around the shopping list tightly, perhaps a little too hard, and he heard the paper crumpling. Fighting back a needy whimper, Nicoya steadied himself and removed his hand. He carefully uncreased the list, and tried to read out the top item.

The vibration level dropped to almost nil, and the cat's eyesight blurred as he shuddered with desire; equally as desperate for pleasure now as he had been eager for it to cease just a handful of seconds before. He shuddered when at long last he read the first item off the shopping list. Milk. Of course it was milk; right on the other side of the store.

Carefully, not wishing to pick up the pace too much in case another burst of pleasure caught him off guard, Nicoya picked his way through the aisles. He saw a few people looking his way, a couple of guys letting their eyes roam up his legs and around the firm curves of his buttocks. He giggled, and was about to wave at them when the toy lurched. A loud, surprisingly deep moan escaped his lips, and his cheeks flushed crimson as the two men stared at one another in shock and confusion. Staggering over to the next set of shelves, Nicoya turned away from the shoppers surrounding him and bit down on his bottom lip, forcing back a vocal cry of desire. He could feel the pre-cum drooling from his sheath; his cock unable to swell but his balls still doing what simple biology told them to do. It was hot and wet inside his metal belt, and Nicoya knew that before long, he'd have trails of his lust running down the insides of his thighs.

In a fairly brief lull, the winged feline made a dash for the dairy section and snatched up not only milk, but butter and eggs too. Not a second too late the carton of six eggs settled in his basket, for a moment or so later Nicoya was hit by the most potent explosion of vibrations yet. For almost thirty seconds the toy buzzed and shook at what must have been close to its maximum output, and for almost thirty seconds Nicoya hung on the edge of an orgasm that he knew he couldn't achieve. Had he been at home, the cat would have been mewling and rolling around on the floor under such an assault of intense but restrained pleasure. Here though, Nicoya couldn't do that. Not without enduring intense humiliation, at least. All he could do was stand perfectly still, an expression of perfect concentration set upon his face, and fight the urge to scream.

A few seconds later, a hand landed gently on the cat's shoulder.

"Excuse me, Miss, can I help you find someth-..."

The shop assistant didn't even finish what they were saying before Nicoya shrieked in poorly contained excitement, feeling yet more pre-cum flooding the inside of his chastity belt and finally beginning to ooze out over the sides.

"Y-Yes!"

The vibration lowered a level or two just a few moments later, and in a desperate attempt to recover, Nicoya cleared his throat and smiled politely at the stunned, wide eyed ferret.

"I mean... um, s-sorry about that. You startled me. Yes, you can help me, young man. If you could show me where the... uh... the..."

Nicoya glanced down at his shopping list.

"...the wine! I would like to know where I could buy some... uh... w-wine."

Trying not to smile, the ferret glanced over Nicoya's shoulder. With a horrible sinking feeling, the winged cat did the same. Sure enough, he was standing in front of the wines and spirits aisle; a large cardboard cut-out of a bottle of red wine proudly proclaiming 'The Biggest Selection in Town' directly behind him.

"Ah. Um... yes. Perfect. Thank you very much for all your help..."

With red cheeks and a slightly bow-legged gait, the toy still buzzing rather potently and his crotch especially sensitive at that moment in time, Nicoya made a swift getaway to the far end of the wine section. He picked out one of Cayes' and his favourite rich reds, and an additional bottle of champagne. That bottle he would pay for, his little treat for his mistress during her weekend off.

The next few stops, interspersed with muffled whimpers and restrained shudders of bliss, took Nicoya on a back and forth tour all around the store. Normally Cayes was so good at writing her shopping lists in an efficient order for collecting everything, but today it was almost as though she had deliberately sent her pet on the longest possible route. This meant that by the time Nicoya arrived at the check-out, he was panting and red faced from exertion rather than embarrassment. He looked like the most unfit woman ever; like he should have been riding around on one of those mobility scooters rather than prancing around in high heels.

With one final, bashful wobble and moan as the cashier handed him his change, the look of disgust she gave Nicoya making the cat absolutely certain that she thought she was being hit on by some sex mad lesbian, the ordeal was over. All Nicoya needed to do now was walk home, and...

His mobile phone rang.

Reaching into his purse, Nicoya groaned as he saw who was calling him. He lifted the phone to his ear, and murmured nervously.

"H-hello?"

Cayes giggled down the line, obviously able to hear the need quivering in his tone.

"Hi sweetie. I just realised I left a couple of things off the shopping list. Do you think you could pick up a few things from in town?"

With only a slight whimper, the cat sighed agreeably.

"Sure. I'm still at the supermarket anyway, I just got done. What do you need?"

Again, the turtle giggled. Nicoya could practically see the giddy grin on her face as she said what came next.

"Oh, sorry Nico... it's not the supermarket I need you to go to for these other things."

As Cayes proceeded to list off no fewer than seven other shops and businesses which Nicoya was required to go to in order to satisfy her criteria for the perfect weekend, the vibrator began to buzz violently once more. Nicoya felt his sheath beginning to throb intensely with pleasurable frustration, demanding an orgasm its content could not possibly make happen. He felt his balls throbbing, and pre-cum in yet greater quantities come oozing its way down his thighs.

Leaning back against the wall as he listened to the gentle tone of Cayes' voice, not truly comprehending her words but enjoying the sound of her speaking, Nicoya bit down hard on his bottom lip and closed his eyes.

It was going to be a long, long day.

***************

"Y-you're sure?"

Cayes beamed at the nervous feline kneeling before her, his head resting upon her lap, just a few inches from the metal encircling the entirety of her crotch.

"Yes I'm sure, Nico. Don't worry. It's not like we've never had me in chastity before, or like I've never worn a toy while going about my day. Remember the time we both wore vibrators for that whole day in March? All those long, shivering cuddles... and we certainly weren't cold. If I can handle that for a day, I'm sure I can handle a couple of hours down at the local shops."

Ruffling the cat's soft silver hair, Cayes looked down at Nicoya with loving sincerity.

"Besides, you were the one who told me you really found it tough when I made you do this. And what did I always promise you, Nico? Way back when we first came together as mistress and pet?"

Nicoya blushed, bowing his head in pride as he remembered Cayes' kind vow; one he had not asked nor expected her to make, but one that she had lived up to ever since.

"I promised I would never expect you to do anything I didn't think you could handle safely. And if I didn't think I could do it, I certainly wouldn't make you. So, when I sent you off to the shops with a vibe tucked into your chastity belt, I did it because I knew not just you could handle it... but that I could, too. And I will."

The turtle squirmed in her seat slightly, lifting her leg so that Nicoya was forced to withdraw from where he was cuddling up against her.

"Now, I'm going to go slip into a dress and head on out. As soon as I've left the house, remember to put the toy on randomise. I'll see you soon, dear kitten."

Rising from the chair, Cayes cuddled Nicoya and pecked him fondly on the lips. Soon he was gone, she was dressed in her very own sexy little black number and heels, and the turtle was on her way out of the door and commencing the twenty minute stroll towards the local supermarket.

When the toy first began to buzz, Cayes really didn't understand what all the fuss was about. The dull hum of the egg inside her pussy was pleasant, that was certain, but not to the point where she couldn't function. She was more than half way to the shops before there was any sizeable increase in the intensity of the vibration, and while it certainly caught her off guard with a gasp of pleasure, a quick scan revealed that there was no-one around to hear or see her. Indeed it was only when Cayes reached the city centre itself, and found herself surrounded by people on all sides, that the turtle began to understand what her lover was saying. She didn't find it impossible to deal with by any means, not at first anyway, but there was definitely an element to the situation which she hadn't accounted for. The exhibitionist angle.

There was no denying that both she and Nicoya had an exhibitionist streak inside them. It sometimes exerted itself in different ways, through Nicoya's cross-dressing or through her desire to get her gorgeous kitten flustered and excited in the most inappropriately upper class places, but at its core the desire was the same. To experience and share some degree of excitement, whether overtly sexual or just teasing, in public. And what better way to get away with public flaunting of ones sexuality, than to have a hidden toy buzzing and throbbing away deep inside you.

The problem was that in this case, Cayes wasn't trying to flaunt her sexuality. She was trying to hide it. Hide away the fact that it was locked in behind a steel plate chastity belt, the likes of which it would take a key or a pair of very carefully placed bolt cutters to remove. A job made increasingly difficult by the fact that the more the toy hummed and shook within her, the more her pussy reacted to even the lighter and more gentle vibrations.

By the time Cayes found herself inside the supermarket, she was already feeling a little light-headed and drunk on pleasure. The kind of tipsy giggliness that would have led her to grab Nicoya, drag him up the stairs of their home and do unspeakable things to the cat for hours, much to their mutual delight. She was still in control though, just as she would have been were she and Nicoya in their bedroom. The turtle licked her beak, groaning softly at the thought of what she could do if they were home together right now. Hurriedly she reasserted herself though, snapping back into a sober, clear-headed frame of mind as she passed by one of the store's managers; nodding curtly on her way to the produce section.

Apples. Bananas. A watermelon. Nicoya loved fruit, and Cayes thought that as a treat she'd make them a delicious mixed fruit salad for dessert that night. With those items in her basket, the turtle set off in search of bread and a few other pantry staples. The buzzing behind her chastity belt was growing softer, but harder to bear at the same time. This sort of more gentle vibration was almost like someone was tickling the inside of Cayes' body, and it was a ticklish itch that was utterly impossible to scratch. She squirmed and shivered, trying not to react as she felt a notable rush of fluids inside herself. Not quite an orgasm. Not quite an ejaculation. But something, and something was far more of a reaction than Cayes had expected to feel while surrounded by chatting, keen eyed shoppers.

"Oh... ohhh..."

Abandoning an attempt to reach down for a bag of coffee on a lower shelf, Cayes felt her toy shift inside her. Slipping a little, drawn out of the deeper reaches of her pussy and closer to the outside world. She straightened up, and her eyes began to bulge almost instantly. The toy was barely moving, but as it hummed with the slightest fraction of its true power, the turtle could feel its tingling meet her g-spot with an almost audible crackle of electricity.

Cayes began to hurry herself, not wishing to fail her own challenge, but by no means wishing to take this whole challenge with light-hearted humour any longer either. She moved down the dry good aisle towards the bakery as fast as her legs could carry her without breaking into an obvious run, whimpering under her breath as the vibrations intensified sharply just for a moment, then eased off again. She scooped up the first loaf of bread she came to, a farmhouse cobb, and moved on. Back up the dry goods aisle she raced, trying her very hardest to tell herself that she was okay. That she was in control. That she definitely wasn't starting to feel dizzy with pleasure.

A shameful groan escaped Cayes as she turned the corner into... into a nightmare. A twisted world of groceries and other unidentifiable shapes and colours that her brain simply refused to process under the duress of such intense pleasure. She staggered, unable to keep on running, and fell perfectly still. A strange expression crossed her face, part confusion, part frustration, part relief as she felt a weird feeling emanating from between her legs. It took Cayes a few seconds to realise that what she was feeling was numbness. A complete lack of sensation. An odd calm like the eye of a storm, through which she could see, clearly and with total rationality, the destruction which was about to be visited upon her.

There was only one thing for it. One way out. Cayes had to bail. She had to pull out the toy before it could make her cum!

The turtle reached down between her legs, hiking up the front of her skirt regardless of who was watching, and...

"N-no!"

Cayes, in her lustful delirium, had somehow forgotten about the entire reason for her strife. The reason for Nicoya's strife. Not the toy... or rather, not just the toy. But the vibrator in combination with the chastity belt, locking it inside her. She couldn't escape it. Couldn't turn it off.

The only way out was to succeed. To make it home and back to the key and the remote control. That was why she'd agreed to the challenge, after all. She'd never make Nicoya do something that she was not capable of herself, and thus if Nicoya could succeed at this challenge, she had to. There had never been any doubt in her mind about that.

At least, not until recently.

"Please... please, no..."

Cayes pawed helplessly at the front of her chastity belt. Hoping, praying desperately for a miracle; that the clasp would break or Nicoya had actually forgotten to lock it in the first place.

The first tremor hit the turtle like a freight train, and she collapsed to her knees with a throaty grunt. Her basket fell from her hand, clattering loudly to the floor, and through eyes that were in the process of rolling back in their sockets, Cayes saw people turning and staring.

What was wrong with that woman, they were probably asking themselves. Was she ill? Seizing? Dying?

If only they knew.

If only they knew how wrong they were.

For one perfect moment, Cayes didn't care about the onlooking crowd. She didn't care about her bruised fruit or the bread that was resting against the supermarket's floor. She was too busy cumming. Too busy feeling her whole body let go of all that tension and intense, overwhelming desire, and converting it all into pure, liquid ecstasy.

Toppling over backwards, kicking out with her legs and dragging her fingertips through the air like she was clutching at an imaginary lover's back, Cayes screamed. She screamed in pleasure, in shameful delight, in embarrassed bliss. She screamed as she felt her hot juices spilling out within the metal confines of her chastity belt, only to overflow and erupt out across her smooth skin. Her body convulsed, utterly out of control as she lay there in the middle of the aisle, flailing and squealing in complete and utterly horrified euphoria. She couldn't stop it. Couldn't hold it back. Couldn't do a single thing to moderate her behaviour or make this situation any less terrifyingly embarrassing.

All she could do was exactly what she was doing. What she could help but do.

All she could do was cum, and even through all that scorn and shame, deep down in the most secret, private recesses of her heart, love each and every second of it.

***************

It was almost forty five minutes later that Nicoya arrived at the supermarket. He had gotten worried when Cayes hadn't texted him to report in, and when no-one had answered the phone at the supermarket's customer information counter, the winged feline had suspected the worst.

He was surprised, therefore, to see Cayes sitting quietly on a bench nearby the market. A pleasant smile spread across her face, and her bag of groceries seated next to her.

Smiling warmly, the feline male approached his mistress. He sat down beside her upon the bench, and as she reached out her right hand, shaking slightly, took it within his own.

The turtle whimpered, and began to shake desperately. Her eyes rolled back, and a series of intense, impassioned grunts erupted from her muzzle. Beneath them, Nicoya heard the sound of liquid dripping down from the bench's wooden slats to the earth below. His cheeks flushed, and he squeezed his lover's hand.

"How many's that?"

Cayes opened her mouth, trying to speak, but only another cracked gurgle of pleasure escaped. Instead she lifted her free hand, holding up two digits.

Tilting his head, Nicoya furrowed his brow.

"Two? You can normally handle more tha..."

His voice trailed off as Cayes lowered her fingers. Then held up all five digits once again. She glared at her pet, and muttered hoarsely.

"S-seven."

Nicoya's eyes widened. He tried not to smile, but failed, giggling bashfully on Cayes' behalf.

"Did anyone..."

The turtle's glare told him to stop that question before it got any further. He took her advice, and swiftly changed tack.

"...so, w-would you like some help getting home? A nice walk arm in arm might be just what you need. I promise, I'll be extra weird so everyone'll stare at me instead of you. See?"

Nicoya pulled a silly face, rolling his tongue and making his ears wiggle. Cayes just kept on glaring.

"R-remote."

The single word was all she needed to say to make her point, as did her whimper of anguish when Nicoya shook his head.

"Sorry... I... I thought you wanted me to leave it at home. I thought that bringing it would make you think I didn't believe you could handle it. And, well... I did believe you could handle it. I still do."

A stunned, disbelieving look crossed the turtle's face. She shuddered desperately.

"Nico. I've cum s-se...s-aaaa_ahhh_..."

She cried out, slapping a hand across her own mouth to stifle her moans, then returning her fevered, overwhelmed gaze to her pet.

"I've cum eight times, Nico. Eight. I can't handle it. I c-can't..."

She shook her head, clenching her fists tightly by her sides in sheer frustration.

The winged cat took those clenched fists into his own hands, squeezing them with gentle affection.

"Sure you can. You're gonna get up, and come home with me, and then we're gonna get you out of that belt, turn off that silly toy and take a nice hot bubble bath. I'll wash you from head to toes, and all you have to do is lie there and rest. How hard is that?"

Cayes stared, almost shell shocked in how overwhelmed she was by the furious vibration of the toy against her g-spot; still humming violently after more than half an hour of near constant stimulation.

"I... I can barely stand, Nico. How do you expect me to walk home?"

The winged cat giggled, shaking his head.

"I don't, mistress. I told you, I believed in you. So I didn't bring the remote or the key. But..."

He paused, his face reddening.

"I wasn't totally sure I believed you could handle it. So, I drove. The car's parked just around the corner. We'll be home in just a couple of minutes."

By Jeeves