The Deep End (Deante and Kiku)

[Deante]

Damont finished cleaning the apartment. Even if Lucy wasn't going to be here for a few days, he had the time to take care of it now. Not to mention there were other things he needed to do, so best to get the easier things out of the way first. The ferret considered leaving it a mess and ordering her to clean things up, but no. Better to make a nice impression first. He could order her to clean even things were already spotless, or intentionally make a mess himself, if it got right down to it.

If Damont had known this thing was going to happen sooner, he'd have made a few purchases, but that wasn't the situation. Eric had to head home for a few weeks, his father's health taking a significant drop, and that meant making decisions and getting the last bits of quality time in. Eric and Lucy weren't close enough yet for her to go, and Eric, ever the emotion-concealer, didn't want her to see the inevitable mess he was going to be. At least that was what Damont had picked up reading between the lines.

While Eric was off, Lucy was staying with Damont. The opportunity to try something deeper. That was the pitch they'd made to him. A pitch that he hadn't expected, but was welcome to do. The ferret was still planning out everything he wanted, but he needed info from Lucy. Thus he fired up his computer and wrote her a lengthy email. Finally he hit send.

Email

Email from LeashandLash@dmail.com
Re: What time should I show up?

I'll be home by 6, sure.

Before you show up, I've got some questions of my own.

I get that you want to try the heavier things, and you are agreeing to a 24/7 slave play. My question for you is what is it you are wanting, specifically. What are the boundaries you want to push? What is the fantasy you have here, if at all? If you're not sure beyond a vague sense, that's okay. But give me as much info as you can.

Telling me what kinks you're into doesn't go far enough. I like to get a sense of how much you like something. So rate the following things with numbers, 1 being the lowest and 10 being the highest.

Bondage:
Pain:
Humiliation:
Anal:
Cum-play:
Orgasm Denial:
Rough Handling:
Exhibitionism:

If you rated Humiliation above a 5, please answer this question
There are many shades of humiliation. Put a * by the statement that best reflects how you want to be treated in respect to degradation.

__ You're worthless garbage.
__ You're a toy, but a favorite toy.
__ You're a tool, a thing to be used. Nothing more, nothing less.

Is there anything special or unique to you that you feel like you need or want?

Are there any concerns you want to bring up? I mean I know limits, and I figure the obvious bathroom/permanent marks/etc, no fear there. Also if there's any medical issues I should be made aware of.

 

[Kiku]

Lucy lay on the bed and stretched. The day had been exhausting. Eric and she had started packing. Eric, who had been a bit beside himself for days, had not been willing to leave the packing to Lucy, as he normally would have done. Instead, he had wanted to do it himself. It was a bit like he had wanted to keep Lucy out of everything that had to do with his sick father. Lucy had kept an eye on him anyway, making sure he packed the right things, because Eric's thoughts had only been on his father.

It hurt the cacomistle to see her boyfriend like this, but it also annoyed her that he wanted to shield her so much from it. Of course, she would have preferred to accompany him, to be able to stand by his side. But they had discussed it and it was decided that he would go alone.

However, as horrible as the situation was for Eric, it had paved the way for something Lucy had wanted to try for a long time. She loved Eric and was actually happy with their relationship, but something was missing. Eric was a good Dom, but sometimes Lucy wished their sessions were more intense. Lucy felt like she could go much further, but as it was, that was further than Eric was willing to go. And that's where his friend Damont came in.

At first, Lucy had refused. Staying here and enjoying herself while her boyfriend was so unhappy was out of the question. But after Eric had assured her that he preferred her to be distracted and happy rather than thinking about Eric's father's sad situation day in and day out while he was away, she had agreed. And although she felt sorry for Eric, she could no longer quite suppress her anticipation of what was to come. She didn't know Damont well, they'd only met once, but she had heard quite a bit about him from Eric. And she was looking forward to living with him.

A beep snapped her out of her thoughts and she pricked up her ears. An e-mail? She rolled onto her stomach and reached for the laptop she and Eric shared. Pleased, she saw that Damont had written to her again. She read the mail carefully and the tip of her tail twitched with excitement. She started typing and a few minutes later she sent the reply.

Email

Email from PlayfulKitten@hotmail.com
Re Re: What time should I show up?

The time fits quite well. Eric's flight leaves at 8:30. He can drop me off at your place on the way to the airport.

Hmm, that's not easy to answer. I really only have vague ideas. All I know is that the sessions with Eric are often not intense enough for me. Something is missing. But maybe it just bothers me that we stick to relatively short sessions. Or that he's always so concerned about me (For example, he's always asking how I'm doing, and that sometimes ruins my mood. We have a safe word for it, but he still keeps asking). It's really hard to tell.
I like to give up control and have no control over what happens to me, so to speak. Physical restraints of any kind turn me on a lot, as does knowing that I can give my partner pleasure if he can use me how and when he wants.

It should be something like this.
Bondage: 10
Pain: Hmm, probably 5 ...
Humiliation: 6
Anal: 8
Cum-play: 6
Orgasm Denial: 6
Rough Handling: 8
Exhibitionism: 7

__ You're worthless garbage.
__ You're a toy, but a favorite toy.**
__ You're a tool, a thing to be used. Nothing more, nothing less.*

Difficult. I can only rule out the first one, but I'm having a hard time deciding on the other two. They both fit. But I think the toy one outweighs a little

Well, I don't know if this counts as anything special, but I'm a big fan of blindfolds and gags. ^^;

No, I don't think so. There are no medical issues or anything.

I'm looking forward to meeting you.
Also, is there anything you want me to bring? Any special clothes, for example? Assessories? Toys?

 

[Deante]

Damont surveyed the email and sat back, already so eager his pants hurt him with his excitement. Restless energy had him squirming on the couch, and he took a deep breath, calming, stilling the flick of his tail. While there wasn't a lot of specifics, her ratings, and what was there, gave him a direction to start. It'd been too long since he could go full out like this.

In a perfect world he would hold all the cards till Lucy arrived, but telling her what to bring made what he wanted easier. A little peek wouldn't hurt. He whipped up a quick reply.

Email

Email from LeashandLash@dmail.com
Re: Re: Re: What time should I show up?

Clothes
While you're in my house, you will only wear the following:
Tops: T-shirts, button down men's shirts, hoodies/sweaters, crop tops
Panties: thongs, tangas, Brazilian style, boyshorts
Legs: stockings, boots, heels
Bottomless is an occasional option, but nudity isn't.

Bring an outfit or two for going out in public, but it must be something you'd never let your parents see you in. Skimpy. Slutty even.

Entertainment
Your laptop, phone, anything to occupy yourself. I still have work, and even then I need me-time, so I don't want you to be bored.

Toys
Since I don't know what you have, bring everything.

Misc
Whatever you prefer to eat, bath stuff, makeup--whatever

The ferret ran a thumb along his muzzle, trying to think of anything else. He wanted to hold off on going over any more rules before she was here. So far he'd only discussed safewords. The typical green/yellow/red, except that red stopped what he was doing, but didn't break the slavery 'scene'. Escape broke their roles completely, but was even more serious than Red, an emergency exit or a final signal the arrangement wasn't working at all.

Satisfied, he hit send, then shut down the computer. As far as he was concerned, he'd said everything he was going to until she showed up at his apartment.

 

[Kiku]

Lucy didn't notice the mail until the next morning. She took the opportunity to reply while Eric was in the shower. The reply consisted of just a few lines, a simple confirmation that she understood and that she and Eric would show up at his place at the appointed time. Then she turned off the laptop and started packing her own bags. Eric's luggage was already packed and waiting in the hallway.

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On the day of departure, Lucy got into the car with mixed feelings. On the one hand, she was sad not to see Eric for a while, but on the other hand, she was excited to finally be able to move in with Damont. Eric noticed her conflict and tried to distract her by playfully comparing her to Lara Croft, whose outfit Lucy's choice of clothes reminded him of. Lucy had opted for a simple blue crop top, along with a pair of black hot pants and matching mid-height boots. The cacomistle had to admit that the comparison wasn't that far-fetched. Feeling a little better, she stuck her tongue out at him and grinned.

Shortly after 6 p.m., the car stopped in front of Damont's apartment. Lucy got out and helped Eric unload her luggage. She had two suitcases, a large bag, and her purse with her. Lucy had taken what felt like half of her closet with her, including two button-down shirts she'd borrowed from Eric and a few new items she'd bought just for the occasion, since she hadn't previously owned the kind of skimpy clothing Damont had requested. "Ready?" Lucy cast an expectant glance at the building and nodded. One ear twitched excitedly. "Yep. Let's go."

Eric grabbed the suitcases and left his girlfriend to carry the rest of the luggage. At the front door, they set everything down and Eric rang the doorbell while his girlfriend nervously ran her claws through her hair.

 

[Deante]

The apartment 'neighborhood' of several buildings was nice. Damont didn't look it but he was almost thirty, making nice money as a pharmacist. The little community had a clubhouse and a pool. The ferret is down at the front door to let the pair in past the electronic lock, and up the elevator. While he acknowledges Lucy, his focus is on Eric, talking at length with him, even when the suitcases are dropped off. Inside the place looked even nicer. But Eric had to go, the drive and the security being too rough.

With Eric gone, that left Lucy and Damont alone. Several long, awkward seconds passed in silence, before the the ferret's ears went back, his expression turning serious. "Alright. Strip." The tone was firm, almost clipped, deliberate rather than the casual higher warmth of his conversational tone. He circled the ringtail as she undressed, wanting to see what she'd worn underneath those shorts, but mainly wanting to be behind her when she finished.

"Kneel." The ferret watched closely, seeing just how well she positioned herself.

He was wearing something relaxed, cargo shorts and a t-shirt, and still managed to make them look good. From one of those pockets he pulled a collar, and reached over her shoulder to show it off. Simple black leather, a D-ring on the front and the back. "This is my collar. As long as you wear this, you are my property, you follow my orders. It only comes off if you're doing something for work or with your family. Do you understand?"

He waited for her answer before opening the collar, poised to slide it around her throat. His breath was on the back of one of those tall ears, his muzzle bumping it. "Do you accept my collar?"

 

[Kiku]

On the way to Damont's apartment, Lucy was only casually aware of the others' conversation. She was far too nervous and excited. Her attention was focused on the surroundings, the unfamiliar sounds and new smells, especially when they finally entered the apartment. Lucy's first impression was very positive, she liked what she could see of the apartment so far. But she didn't have much time to look around. Eric was already leaving, and she took the last opportunity to hug him one last time and say goodbye. She watched him go until the door slammed, feeling somehow guilty that she hadn't gone with him after all.

But the feeling disappeared when Damont's aura suddenly changed. She flattened her ears briefly herself, but then pricked them up again when she realized the game had begun. The tip of her tail twitched.

The orders were not unexpected, of course, just unexpectedly early. Lucy had thought she could look around and settle in first, but Damont apparently had other plans. Hesitant, but also curious, she slipped out of her shirt and pants and laid both neatly on the floor. Her hands were shaking a little. The cacomistle was very aware of Damont's stare and couldn't help but keep an eye on him as well. But he stepped behind her and disappeared from her sight. She resisted the temptation to turn her head toward him. It was an unfamiliar feeling to undress in front of a stranger, after all, she and Damont had barely exchanged more than a few words so far ... but it was also very arousing.

Her ears turned automatically, trying to guess his position, while she also took off her underwear - a simple black tanga with a matching bra. She put the pieces with the other clothes and then sank to her knees, palms on her thighs, her long tail wrapped neatly around her legs. The tip was still twitching.

The pleasant smell of leather filled her nose as she looked at the collar in front of her face. This was new to the young cacomistle; Eric and she had never used collars before. But it made things delightfully easy. She nodded. "Yes." She licked her chaps and watched the ferret open the collar. Excitement rose, and she felt a sudden shiver run down her spine as Damont's muzzle nudged her ear. The ear twitched and she nodded again, the hint of a smile on her face. "Yes, I do." She reached up to hold her long brown hair together and give Damont better access to her neck. "How would you like to be addressed?"

 

[Deante]

He didn't reply. He'd planned to get to that, but the ringtail was getting ahead of things.

The leather slid around her throat, and Damont cinched it closed till the collar was snug. Once it was in place, he planted a hand on Lucy's shoulder, his tone calmer, but with definite purpose. "You are my slave." Two beats. "What are you?" Any answer that wasn't 'a slave' would get her ear twisted and the question repeated. "Who do you belong to?" Anything short of 'you' would again, get discouragement.

Circling Lucy, the ferret came to stand in front of her. "You will call me Sir, and you'll either start or end with that--but not so far as 'sir yes sir'. And there will be time to tell you all the rules, answer all your questions, but for right now, you will only speak when spoken to." Gripping her muzzle, he turned it up to enforce eye contact. "Do you understand?"

He waited for her confirmation before moving on. "Stand up. Eyes forward." With her naked in front of him, Damont started to circle her, looking at every angle. He cupped a breast, gauging its size and perkiness. Seizing her tail and lifting it out of the way, he checked out her from behind, a hand on the cheek of her ass assessing how firm and round. The ferret even forced her muzzle open, inspecting her teeth. Back behind her, the ferret nudged her feet open wider, then, brushing that long tail aside, he touched the inside of Lucy's thigh, then her pussy. With almost clinical detached care, he opened her and slid one, then two fingers in. "Clench." Yes, he was testing the strength and control of her kegels.

Finally he pulled away. Picking up her shorts and bra from the nice, neat pile she'd made, he said, "Dress." The offending items were left on the bar separating the kitchen and living room.

 

[Kiku]

Instead of an answer, Damont put the collar on her. Lucy swallowed as another shiver ran down her spine. It was unusual to share such a moment with someone other than Eric, and the ringtail wondered if it was really okay. She let go of her hair and one hand briefly touched the leather that was now around her neck before she put her hands back in her lap. The collar was tight, but not uncomfortably so, fitting just tight enough to not be ignored...like a constant reminder of what position she was in now.

The next task was already more difficult, Lucy realized with surprise. It had been relatively easy to briefly confirm that she now belonged to Damont, but quite another to then have to say the words again herself. She did it anyway, and gave the answers Damont wanted to hear. Slowly a feeling of humiliation made itself felt, and for a brief moment, doubt flared in her. Her ears went back. Was this really what she wanted? To give herself to someone other than her friend? Damont forced her to look up, eliciting a soft mewl from her with that move, and all doubts melted away as her gaze fell on the ferret towering over her, looking at her seriously and expectantly, wrapped in a dominant aura. Yes, this was exactly what she wanted. It didn't matter anymore that he wasn't Eric. She swallowed again, pricked up her ears and looked him in the eye. "Yes ... Sir."

She stood up as Damont had instructed, resisting the temptation to cover herself with her hands as the ferret began to examine her more closely ... almost as a buyer would examine a piece of merchandise before deciding to purchase it. Inside Lucy, the feeling of humiliation grew abruptly as Damont began touching her, lifting her tail and even examining her teeth.

Lucy managed to endure the procedure in silence ... until she suddenly felt his hand between her legs. A gasp escaped her as his fingers penetrated her, and her first thought was to flee his presence when she realized how embarrassingly wet she had already become. The ringtail could feel it clearly as the other's fingers explored her. If she hadn't already noticed, she would have realized by now at the latest that she really wanted to do this. Her desire to continue kept her in place, and she even managed to clench as Damont told her to, though she couldn't help but hide her face in her hands when she did because she was so embarrassed. Oh God.

"Yes, sir." Lucy was glad when the humiliating inspection was over and she was allowed to get dressed again, even if she was denied anything that hadn't been on Damont's list. It took only a moment for her to put on her shirt and tanga, and then she was back in front of him, her gaze directed to the floor. Now, in retrospect, she wondered if Damont was pleased with what he had seen. She briefly considered asking him if he liked her, and if she was his type and all ... so far, anyway, she liked the ferret. But she didn't want to upset him by speaking without being asked. So she just watched him out of the corner of her eye, while one hand absently returned to the collar, carefully feeling the leather. She would find out soon anyway, one way or another. A claw touched the front D-ring, and it clinked. Her tail twitched.

 

[Deante]

There was an extra bit of smug on that muzzle as he cleaned his finger on her bra. Good to know he was having an impact.

She wasn't given much time to think once she was dressed; Damont took her arm and pulled the ringtail over to an empty corner of the living room where a yoga mat had been spread out. "Kneel," he said, directing her to face the corner like some naughty child. When she was settled, he knelt next to her and began to adjust her position, until she rested only on knees and the balls of her feet. With her balanced this way, he guided her hands behind her back, crossing her palms and directing them to the small of her back. Then straightened her posture. For a non-feline, the balance might have been tough at first, and Lucy did have that long tail to keep her steady.

"When I say kneel, this is the pose you'll take. Which means we need to build your endurance for holding it. Stay like this, and keep eyes on the wall, until I say otherwise. If your muscles start to feel sore or tired, speak up and let me know."

The ferret left her. Those tall ears could catch and track his movements as he grabbed her suitcases and dragged them further into the apartment. Then he opened them. It seemed like there was more movement than necessary for rifling through the suitcases. he even left the room once or twice, and finally even took the suitcases somewhere else, if Lucy had to guess.

Damont had debated leaving Lucy kneeling with an anal plug, but decided jumping right into lubing and penetrating this early was a little much. Same with a blindfold really; minimalism was best for now. He was incredibly tempted to leave her there until she hit her limit, to see where it was. Once more erred away, this time on behalf of both of them.

He returned, coming to stand beside her. "Relax, turn around." Easing down, he took a position. "When not actively kneeling for me, I want you to sit like this. Easier on your legs." He gestured, wanting her to take the position. "Unless you're eating at the table, sitting next to me when I direct you, we're fucking on some furniture or I'm cuddling you, you will be on the floor. It's where slaves belong, so get used to it."

Crossing the room, he dropped onto the loveseat. "Alright, come here and sit at my feet." He went on once she complied. "I have a lot of rules, but for this conversation I'm going to wave all that so that you can ask questions. Keep in mind later I'll go over your schedule and where everything is."

 

[Kiku]

"Yes, sir," she replied, determined to hold the position Damont had put her in. For the moment it seemed quite easy, but the ringtail already suspected that it wouldn't stay that way. She could already feel the pressure on her toes and it certainly wouldn't be long before her thighs would begin to protest as well. She was curious to find out if she could hold the pose until Damont released her.

Part of her was focused on keeping her balance, which worked quite well with the help of her bushy tail. But an even bigger part was busy trying to figure out what the ferret behind her was doing. The temptation to turn around was very strong. From the sound of it, he was examining her luggage, but it was hard to tell exactly what was going on. She hoped, though, that he was more careful with her things than it sounded. After all, she had sensitive technical equipment in her bag. Her ears turned in all directions as she tried to assess what Damont was doing, and her curiosity grew .... but unfortunately so did the pressure on her muscles. As the minutes passed, it became more and more difficult to hold the position. Suddenly she was in danger of losing her balance and only had her tail to thank for not falling over. Relieved, she took a deep breath and tried to relax. But she knew she wouldn't be able to kneel like this for much longer.

When Damont left her alone again, Lucy was about to call out to him. The effort to hold the position was by now greater than her curiosity, and her muscles were complaining more and more violently, especially her toes. But she wasn't ready to give up yet and gritted her teeth. Fortunately, Damont didn't stay away long, and when he finally returned, he finally released her. Grateful, Lucy lowered herself to the floor and turned around. She took advantage of the moment when Damont showed her another pose to briefly massage her feet, and then sat down in the appropriate pose. Yes, this was definitely more comfortable. "Yes, sir."

The young ringtail answered Damont's call and walked over to him. On the short walk across the room, she stretched extensively to relax her stiff muscles and then sat down close to his left leg. One furred knee lightly touched his foot. When she heard the words that followed, her ears perked up and she smiled. "I understand, sir." Her head automatically tilted a little to the side as she thought for a moment, her fingers absently fumbling with the D-ring of the collar again. Of course, the first question that came to her mind was the one that had occurred to her after Damont's inspection. But somehow it seemed silly to her to ask the ferret about it now. So she started with something she had come to realize the night before. It was just a little thing, but it was a start. "There is actually something I wanted to ask you, Sir. We talked about the safewords and everything in the mails. But what can I do when I'm gagged, Sir, how can I make myself understood when I can't speak?"

 

[Deante]

The ferret regarded her a moment. If she specified she liked being gagged, then she'd been gagged before; wouldn't the typical thing have been covered? Maybe she trusted Eric enough to not worry about safewords. "You do this." He wrapped his lips around his knuckles, miming being gagged with a ball, and then yelled into his fist three times. "Mmph! Mmph! Mmph!" He leaned back, opening his pose to her, tail draping over his lap. "I've also heard some people have a sub thump the floor or wall or whatever they're tied to, or just squeeze whatever part of the dom is nearby multiple times. It's simply about signalling something is wrong, and then the dom lets you loose to find out what's up. I even heard of one woman who told her downstairs neighbor not to worry about any yelling from her apartment unless she stomped three times on the floor."

"The impression I got from Eric is that you're not a brat--a sub who talks back, or worse, acts up so they can bait the kind of response they want. That's seriously bad in my book. I give you what you want as a reward, I punish you with something you won't like. I want you to be straight with me, tell me how you're feeling, what you want. I'll never get upset with you telling me how you feel. If you tell me you want to be spanked right now, that's giving me really good info. You might not get it right now, but that's how I treat everything; it's my choice if, when and how for everything."

He looked away, thinking, waiting for another question. "That said. After this conversation? Any sort of discussion about life outside these walls, or how you're feeling about the arrangement itself, I want that discussion only in emails and texts. Talking out loud is reserved for in-scene only. I'll keep my phone on me all the time, just in case, but if I haven't responded you can let me know out loud that I have a text or email, that's it. Unless you safeword, but that's an extreme situation." Glancing back, checking her expression, he gauged, "You okay with that?"

 

[Kiku]

Lucy listened to Damont with interest and was glad to have broached the subject. Damont's way was very different from how she and Eric used to do it. And frankly, she preferred her and Eric's way of dealing with such situations. Lucy was not usually passive during sex. She liked to struggle a little against her bonds when she was tied, she liked to squirm and protest ... even when she was gagged. And she wondered if Damont would really know the difference between harmless muffled protests and a serious situation.

Damont leaned back and Lucy took the opportunity to move closer to him so that she was now sitting between his knees. His scent filled her nose and she sniffed curiously, then looked up at him, "Okay. But may I suggest another alternative, Sir? Usually when I'm gagged, I hold something in my hand .... a ball, a cloth, or some other small object ... and then if I have a problem, I drop it and my partner knows. That works pretty well ... we can do it your way, of course, but I just wanted to mention it ..." She smiled sheepishly "... Sir."

Well, Lucy probably wouldn't have called herself a Brat so directly either. But she wasn't the most docile either and often enjoyed testing her boyfriend's patience. Of course, she didn't know what exactly Eric had told Damont about her, but the Ringtail could sort of understand why Damont thought she was more submissive than perhaps she was. After all, she was still doing her best to please him at the moment. She didn't want to tease him so soon after her arrival in this place. "That's good to know, sir, I'll keep that in mind," she replied with a quick nod.

She looked a little pensive as she continued to listen to him. The emails they had exchanged before had been normal, but she hadn't expected the Ferret to want to continue that kind of communication. This was definitely something different. Could be exciting, though, Lucy thought to herself. She was definitely willing to give it a try. "I'll probably have to get used to it, but it shouldn't be a problem. Just one more thing, Sir. If I actively kneel down for you like I did earlier, do you want it to be exclusively over there?" She pointed to the yoga mat in the corner. "I need to know if, when the command comes, I should automatically get into position on the yoga mat or just where we are at that moment ..." She looked at him questioningly, and one ear twitched.