Rosalyn had the girl kneel down on the couch as she put a lock on the cuffs around at her wrists, binding her arms together behind her back. Next came a toy Cylvan was very familiar and fond of. It wasn’t her favourite bright red ball gag covered in grooves and scratches from repeated abuse by her sharp feline fangs. As Rosalyn turned it to put it on the girl, Cylvan’s eyes widened, it wasn’t just a ball, it was a white plastic dildo, not very long, but enough to make her worry a bit. With a command from her Mistress, Cylvan opened her mouth wide, but the nervousness was plain her face. Gently, Mistress Rosalyn slid the plastic phallus against her tongue. As it went deeper Cylvan shuddered with a small panic, until it stopped at a merciful depth. The wider ball at the base was inserted just behind her teeth and the Mistress tied the strap behind her head. The feline could breath enough, but only if she made sure to push against the toy with her tongue, and took slow shallow breaths. Any swallowing cut her breath off completely for a few seconds until she could get her tongue back into place again. It wasn’t long until Rosalyn had to start wiping spittle from her pet’s mouth every few moments. As Cylvan turned hew head towards the mirror, she saw the red rose emblem moulded into the white ball, and she straightened her posture, prideful to have yet another of her Mistress’s brands to show the world. Her breathing became easier like that, and she realised it was just another way of restricting her movement. Now she really did belong to her Mistress, completely at the wolf woman’s mercy. There was absolutely nothing she could do at all unless Rosalyn specifically allowed it. Even breathing was a privilege. And she loved her Mistress all the more for it.
Before long, Cylvan was the first to feel the effects of the Aphrodisiac running through her system well before anyone else. It wasn’t surprising, Cylvan’s quick metabolism always made things like that happen quickly. Rosalyn could see it in the way her chest started to heave up and down, and eventually as her nipples grew firm and turned from a dull fleshy pink into a lusty red. She seemed well composed as she sat there kneeling on the couch, with her eyes closed and taking deep breaths. Mistress Rosalyn was suspicious. How could a feline in heat, especially one like Cylvan that got them especially strongly, be able to handle this drug so easily?
Rosalyn stepped forward and placed a hand on the teenager’s cheek, she opened her eyes and nuzzled into the woman’s hand, looking up at her mistress with desire plain in her eyes.
“Kitten, did you disobey me today?” Cylvan didn’t react at all for a moment while she tried to process the words through the mess of sexual thoughts rushing in and out of her mind. Eventually as she managed to focus, the fur on her neck and back raised up as a cold shudder passed through her body. She thought of lying at first, but knew at once it wouldn’t serve her. Hesitantly she nodded, her ears folding flat against her head in shame. The woman’s hand withdrew from Cylvan’s cheek and she sighed sorrowful. “You disappoint me, my pet. I’ll have to adjust our itinerary for our show now.” Just as Rosalyn turned away, Cylvan saw the flash of an evil smile at the last moment, and she was both frightened and excited at once.
Komi and Luka were both growing agitated as time went on, even the perfect composure of Mistress Rosalyn seemed disturbed. Everyone was feeling the Aphrodisiac drug going to work now. Cylvan especially was leaving a wet patch on the leather seat below her naked pussy where she sat immobile, only occasionally attended by her Mistress to keep her drooling mouth clean around the dildo gag.
To everyone’s relief, a bell chimed above the door, signalling it was time to get going. “Up!” Rosalyn called out to all of her pets. Luka and Komi both got to their feet quickly, and Rosa smirked she saw the angry looking red erections below their stomachs. Cylvan, bound as she was, struggled a bit to get to feet, and her first few steps were unstable as she readjusted her balance on the tall heels of her boots once again. Rosalyn stepped forward with a cloth to wipe Cylvan clean between her legs. In her desperation Cylvan couldn’t stop herself from letting out a pleasured moan. Rosalyn smiled at that. “Don’t worry my kitty, it’s time now. You’ll be satisfied soon enough.” The girl let out a loving murmur through the gag in her mouth as she rubbed her cheek against the tall wolf.
Rosalyn took Komi and Luka by their leaches, before taking a third from the table. At first she reached for Cylvan’s neck, and the girl obediently raised her head to make way. She was confused for a moment when she felt the metal of the latch trace a line down her bare chest, flick against her painfully erect and pierced nipple, and eventually down her stomach. Her eyes widened and a nervous whine sounded in her throat when she watched Rosalyn hook it around the locket on her clitoris, and winced when she felt it being tugged at, signalling the girl to start moving. The group headed out the door and further along the hallway to the stage, Rosalyn leading the way with the three leaches in her hand. The throbbing music grew louder as they went, and eventually they reached the backstage. Rosalyn leaned over and whispered something into the stagehand’s ear that Cylvan could not hear over the music, he nodded and went to do as he was told, leaving Cylvan curious.
Rosalyn tied Luka and Komi to a bar against the wall and stepped out into the bright light on the stage. At the same time the music faded away and a hostess on stage introduced Mistress Rosalyn Elliott into a microphone, and then bowed before the tall woman and the crowd. Rosalyn stepped forward and Cylvan had no choice but to follow as the the leach attached to her crotch threatened to pull tight again.
The hostess handed over a leather riding crop and politely stepped away off stage, leaving Rosalyn and Cylvan alone to be applauded in the spotlight. The light glared out most of the darkened audience area, but dimly Cylvan could make out the faces of some people she’d met and even befriended the last time she came to visit. All of the butterflies and nerves came rushing back to her in an instant. Rosalyn turned her back on the crowd and smiled warmly at Cylvan, that put the girl at some ease again, reminded she was in good hands with her Mistress.
With a wave of her hand, a chain lowered from the roof in the center of the stage. The feline’s eyes were drawn to it and the latch on it’s end. She had no ing before hand, all she knew was that she’d feature in the show and that Komi and Luka would be involved. She wondered what Mistress Rosalyn had planned.
Rosalyn lead the girl underneath the chain and with a hand on Cylvan’s stomach, and a sharp snap with the riding crop on the back of her shoulder, Cylvan bent forwards. The woman took hold of the cuffs between Cylvan’s hands and pulled them to meet the chain, hooking them together. With another gesture, the chain started to hoist up slowly, lifting the girl’s arms away from her lower back, straining her shoulders painfully as they started to bear more and more of her weight. Another sharp swipe of her hand and the chain stopped, leaving Cylvan standing on her toes. Rosalyn strode like a model in a circle around Cylvan, looking over the girl hungrily as she touched and prodded with the riding crop, guiding Cylvan into exactly the posture she desired. Cylvan was delighted to be there with such an exquisite dominatrix leading the way. Rosalyn revelled in the attention herself, all eyes were on her and she was in charge. She had absolute control over Cylvan and she was the Queen Supreme of the stage. Her pet’s pleasure and her pet’s pain was entirely in her hands. Mistress Rosalyn grinned when she eventually stopped behind Cylvan. She pressed the crop in under the girl’s tail and watched at it raised obediently. The wolf licked her lips at the sight of her horny pet’s exposed arsehole and dripping wet cunt, gleaming with desire and decorated perfectly with Rosalyn’s mark on the locket pierced into the virgin’s clitoris. She had Cylvan rotate herself, showing the girl’s arse and sex openly to the crowd. Murmurs and mumbles managed to make it over the sound of the music as they all seemed to enjoy the sight.
The feeling of the crop grinding up and down against Cylvan’s sex made her moan delightedly into her gag as she squirmed on the suspending chain. She huffed with frustration a moment later when her Mistress stopped, leaving her even more desperate for pleasure than before. Then came the sharp snapping of hardened leather against the soft pink furred flesh of Cylvan’s rear. The cry of pain only managed to come out as a muffled whine through the plastic dildo lodged into her mouth. Her knees buckled in response, but instead of lowering her body, it merely sent more pain through her shoulders as they bore all of her weight. She had to rebalance herself quickly.
As soon as it seemed that Cylvan managed to regain her footing, another strike met her arse in exactly the same aching spot, leaving her skin with a burning hot sensation. She didn’t collapse as badly as before, but she was left with no time to recover when yet another slap met her rear from the other direction, all in one smooth figure eight motion of Rosalyn’s arm. The punishment repeated a few more times until Cylvan collapsed once more, this time unable to recover quickly enough. Even as she hung there, Rosalyn kept spanking the girl, crying out desperately into the gag. Even her tail lowered instinctively to try and protect her aching and tender posterior from that vicious leather rod, it only led to a strike at the small of her back that made her tail straighten and raised up again.
Rosalyn was intent on making the girl cry their safe code for her failure to obey, three short moans, three long, and three short again. A simple S.O.S. However the woman knew she might hurt her own hand before that happened, the girl had a good threshold for pain, and was a proven masochist. The wolf kept going, mixing up the slaps against the girl’s arse with hits on her upper back, the back of her thighs, and even stepping around the front to slap at her face and breasts. She strut in a circle around the girl over and over again, laying down painful slaps all over Cylvan’s body.
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