Post 2 Seiga !NYANNYansM 2014/05/30 (Fri) 07:06 No. 35259 ▼
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-[x] Dog play
I do one final check of the list Marisa handed me before I file it away. It's liable to change as she gets more experience, but it's a good idea to keep her hard limits in mind. The menu I came up with is actually pretty decent for a first session. At least, I hope so.
"Let us begin, then. Undress." My tone of voice makes it clear to Marisa that it's a command.
"No buts. You knew what you were in for coming here. Hurry up, while I get your equipment ready." I get up from my chair and walk to the storeroom.
"Fine." Marisa quietly mumbles behind me.
Let's see, some pet play to set the tone. I'm going to need these. I grab the box for dog play accessories from the shelf. Somewhat longingly I run my hand over the headrest of a piece of furniture that resembles a chair - if chairs were made of steel, had separate rests for both legs, and had a bunch of leather belts that you can use to immobilise the user.
"Your time will come." I whisper to the chair. Turning around, I march back to the training room.
Marisa has not followed orders. Not completely at any rate. She's fidgeting in her seat, wearing just her underwear, desperately hiding her body with her removed clothes. Pretty bland choices for underwear too, just plain white pieces. No wonder Alice wants me to shock her a bit.
"Marisa, what do you think you're doing?"
"I did what you asked, didn't I?"
"You're still wearing your underwear. Also, you're hiding your body. Stop that." I give her a hard look. "Stand up so that I can get a good look of you."
"Uuh... Why did I let myself get talked into this?" She grumbles into her pile of clothes.
"Because deep inside, even with all those complaints, you know you need this. Now hurry up already, we don't have the entire day and you have an entire training menu to go through."
Marisa roughly slams the clothes she was holding to her body on the table, jumps up and starts fiddling with her bra. She's too flustered to actually take it off, though. I put the box I'm holding on the table and embrace her from behind.
"Calm down. It's all going to be fine." I whisper into her ear. "I have trained dozens of people, you're safe in my hands, all you need to do is trust me."
"Trust... That is easier said than done, you know." Despite her protest, she does relax somewhat in my arms, leaning back towards me.
I take that as permission to start gently exploring her body. A fit stomach, mmm, although she does need to eat more; her ribs are poking out a bit on her upper stomach. She has a pleasant aroma around her that reminds me of a forest. Not a surprise, given where she lives. Overall, she's in very good shape physically. Her tight, well formed muscles reveal far more strength than would otherwise be apparent in such a lithe frame. Also, that pillowy ass. I've got to remember to use her butt as a headrest at some point.
Time for a sensitivity test. I cup Marisa's breasts over her brassiere. Clearly padded; I guess she feels the need to make them look larger. Though with the baggy clothes she wears, it's kind of pointless to use padding, isn't it? Maybe I should ask her about it sometime. I pull the bra up to her armpits and Marisa moans quietly as my fingers brush against her nipples. She's not very well formed, there's just enough there to fill my hands. At least she's not entirely insensitive here.
"Would you get on with it already?!" Quite demanding, isn't she. Or she's just covering her frail nerves with aggressiveness.
"Marisa, please. First of all, you need to learn patience. The best results come only with time. Second, I'm the one leading here, not you. Since the session has now begun, you will call me 'mistress.'" I pause for a moment.
"And?" She prompts me.
"And I'm just doing necessary exploratory work here. I want to find out all your sensitive spots."
"You're visiting a brothel and you're asking a professional why they want to know how to pleasure you the best?" Marisa sighs at my obvious observation. "Look, you don't need to try to act tough in front of me. This session is private, and as long as you don't say anything about it to anybody, nobody will know. Also, I can see through your bluster just fine."
"Bluster? I'm not... Ow!" I pinch Marisa's nipples roughly with my blue-lacquered fingernails.
"Ok ok ok, just please stop pinching like that." I don't yield. "Fine, 'mistress'." I release some of the pressure and change my attack into using my fingertips instead of the hard nails. The effect is immediate, Marisa's complaints stop and she leans more on me. This girl is really weak to pleasure, isn't she?
I think she'll be quite amenable to carrot and stick methods of training.
Breasts are done now, time to move on to other areas. I start probing the rest of Marisa's upper body with my hands, methodically testing different kinds of touches from gentle swipes that barely touch her skin to rough grabs. No critical hit zones here, apparently. Somewhat sensitive underarms aside. Let's see how the bottom is.
The instant I move my hands to Marisa's lower torso she draws a sharp breath. Bingo. Several more strokes later it's clear that this is a good place for her, inner thighs and buttocks are especially sensitive. I massage her weak points for a few more moments. Just to make sure.
Honestly, it's all in the name of science.
Fine, I want to make this ass mine.
Moving on, I start rubbing Marisa's privates through her panties, pushing the fabric between her buttocks. Gently massaging her anus through the fabric provides me with more evidence on my longtime running thesis. All witches have super-sensitive assholes.
"Do you really have to do that? My panties will get all dirty like this."
"Oh, you're still complaining? Time for a bit of punishment for a naughty girl." I roughly grab Marisa's panties with both hands at the sides and pull the material taut across her crotch. Her reaction is a scream, a mix between delight and pain. Good, that's exploitable. The more she confuses the two, the better.
I shift my hold from the sides to both ends of the crotch piece and begin roughly yanking the soft cloth back and forth. Marisa tries to grab my hands to make me stop, but her strength is nowhere near what she'd need to overcome mine. Every movement back and forth makes her resistance weaker. After a few more rubs I release the cloth.
"By the way, don't worry about the panties, I've got plenty of replacements here." Best to not mention now that the selection sides heavily on the erotic side.
"Uuh... But I like these ones..."
After a few moments of uncomfortable silence I finish liberating Marisa from her underwear. I take a couple of steps back to admire her body while she squirms under my gaze.
"Would you get on with it already?"
"Oh ho~. So eager now. Good to see that you're getting into this."
"That's not what I meant! Damn it..." This girl should learn not to leave herself open for teasing~.
I open the box of equipment for dog play and lay out the equipment on the table and direct Marisa to sit back down on the chair. A pair of long, black leather gloves, padded at the elbow with a construction that forces the wearer's hand into a fist. A matching pair of long boots, for the lack of a better word, with moulded metal plates that forces the feet straight, terminating in rounded tips. They have some heavy padding at the knees for comfort. Four lockable shackles for the ankles and wrists and a massive red collar. The shackles and collar all have the same kind of a locking mechanism, they terminate at one end on a thick, steel box with a shaped entry port and a round lock, and at a somewhat thinner metallic plate with holes that fits perfectly into the entry port.
"You've got to be kidding me." Marisa stares at the equipment in horror.
"Your right hand, please." My please is not a request. Marisa obeys, and I slide the glove up her arm, bunching it up a bit every now and then to help draw it up. It is a very snug fit. "Don't try to fight with your fingers, you might break your nails."
Marisa does not resist and lets the glove sort her digits into their own compartments. I pull the glove up to near Marisa's shoulder and then run my hands upwards from her fist towards the shoulder to make sure I've gotten all the kinks in the material out. As a finishing touch I tighten the garment in place with a belt that's integrated into the top part of the glove.
Marisa tries to flex her fingers underneath the skin of the glove, to no avail. The material is far too strong for her to have even the slightest of chance of breaking or stretching it.
"Exciting, isn't it, feeling your sense of control slip away." I whisper in her ear, Marisa shivers. I wonder, is it fear or expectation? "One by one, parts of your physical freedom disappear." I hold her gloved fist with my hands. "See this paw here? It is no longer a tool for grasping, for manipulating things, for caressing a lover. Just a nearly useless lump of flesh, wrapped in a leather prison. Not a hand." Marisa stares dumbfoundedly at her paw.
"Your other hand, please." I repeat the motions for the second glove, this one goes on faster since I already have fresh memory of how to use it and Marisa offers even less resistance than for the first arm.
Then come the boots. Marisa grunts in discomfort as her feet are forced into a position she's not at all accustomed to. She's probably never even worn high heels before, judging by her reaction. Then again, this restraint is even more extreme that even the highest heels give. They force her feet backwards, almost into a straight line with her tibiae. Walking upwards with these would distribute her weight very uncomfortably on her toes. And balacing on the rounded tips would be almost impossible anyway. I finish up the boots by pulling the leather belt on their top portion tight, causing the soft leather to dig into Marisa's upper thighs.
"Is this really necessary? I wasn't planning on running away, you know."
"It's not about necessity, it's about the mood and the feelings. Don't you think these bindings give a nice feel of desperation, a tingle in the back of your neck. Fear. And as a counterpoint of that fear, trust." One by one, I take the leather shackles from the table and lock them in place. Marisa shivers at every click, conflicted emotions fight on her face. "See, with every shackle, you lose control. But I gain it. With every shackle, you give your trust to me." I lean next to her ear. "With every shackle, you become mine." Marisa lets out a pitiable whine.
"And now for the finishing touch. This collar is a nice enchanted artefact, you'll learn to love it soon." That said, I strain a bit to unwind the stiff restraint enough to slip it around Marisa's neck, making sure to brush her hair out of the way so it doesn't get stuck. The collar locks with a terminally loud metallic noise. Without possessing a key, Marisa will not be able to escape her restraints. The wide collar fits very snugly around her neck, given all the padding it's line with it's a comfortable thing to wear for extended perioids.
As soon as the collar is secured on Marisa's neck she screams in surprise, nearly falling out of the chair. She grabs at me for support.
"What is going on!" My butt hurts!"
"Shh, calm down, I told you it's an enchanted tool. You are now growing a tail and ears."
"What? Like those wolf tengu?"
"Kind of." Surely enough a pair of ears start pushing out of the top of Marisa's head, covered in smooth fur that resembles the rest of her hair. A matching curly tail spouts from the end of her tailbone. Marisa breathes heavily and groans in pain, but luckily for her it's over pretty quickly. She sits uncomfortably back into her chair, trying to figure out a way to sit with her new tail. A process accompanied by some cute butt-wiggling-
"There we go! A brand new dog Marisa! Would you like to see yourself in a mirror?" As I look at my new pet, my hand automatically goes to her hair. Such beautiful ears-.
"Do I really have to?" I stop just short of petting Marisa, my face turns stony.
"Oh, almost forgot. Marisa, pain." Marisa screams falls off the chair as an electric shock runs through her body, causing it to convulse. "Last time I checked, dogs don't speak human language." I wiggle my index finger at her. She has a frightened look on her face as she looks up to me from the floor.
"So, let's try that again, would you like to see yourself in a mirror?"
"Woof!" Marisa barks quietly while shaking her head.
"Good girl. Let's go anyway." I pick up the final item from the equipment box, a leash, and attach it to a loop in the collar.
There's a huge mirror for humiliation play on a wall between the bathroom's and storage closet's doors. I start leading Marisa over to it and give the leash a bit of a yank to make sure she follows, only to hear a thump and a groan of pain behind me. The silly girl had tried to stand up. With tears in her eyes Marisa tries her best to move upright on her padded knees.
"Come on now, what kind of a dog walks on two legs? Do you really want to be punished that bad?"
With this Marisa crumbles down into a fetal position and starts sobbing.
"I can't... *sniff* I can't... it's too much...."
Oh boy. I heave a deep sigh. So what should I do now? I could punish her hard and make her do what I want by violence, or I could be a strict mistress who guides Marisa to her ultimate fate as my dog. Or maybe there's some other option?