As you can see I’m picking this story back up and continuing it! I’m hoping to finish at least another full “day” of Naoka’s story before I need to genre shift again. You can read the new entry below, which starts a new day, or read the story in its current entirety HERE.

Content Warning/Kink Spoilers: This is a pretty long entry at over 7,000 words. This is one of my lesbian BDSM romances, so only women appear in the story and all of the sex fully consensual, and there tends to be a lot more emotional connection/romance than my other stories which is very true for this entry. Heat is based around teasing, kissing, oral sex, bondage, and orgasm denial.

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Part Four

Naoka was aware she’d been hovering in that most delicious space between dream and the dawn of waking. That wonderful space where the dreamscape is painted by the waking world, both swirling together into something made of both but being neither. She clung to the magic twilight of dreaming and dawning of wakefulness, knowing that the moment she was pulled fully in one direction or the other the delightful the blissfully sensual waves of unreality would fail to cling in her memories.

A hand brushed her hair aside so lips could press lightly into her forehead. Was that the dream, the waking, or both?

Kisses. Soft. Warm. A little wet. Those were both the waking world mixing with the swirling fantasy of the dream realm, all mixed together to make something more yet less.

Another hand caressed her cheek before lips brushed against the skin there then pressed in. Another kiss beside her lips followed by one as light as the brush of a feather on them. It was too deliciously real to be dreamworld-based. Wanting more, and wanting it to be fully real, Naoka let the dream world fall away, the waking world winning out and the wonderful between realm fleeing with it.

Perhaps all the kisses hadn’t been part of the dream world. It seemed that they’d all been real. Real lips, sensually teasing her awake. And not just one pair of lips, but two!

Could it be her Mistresses? No… the lips were not plump enough, nor was the weight she felt on the bed to either side of her heavy enough to belong to those wonderfully substantial women. The weights beside her were light, as were the kisses, suggesting dainty youthfulness.

Then there was the smell of the women attached to the lips kissing her. It was all wrong to belong to her Mistresses. Not enough perfume and raw sex, and too many mixed fragrances of the kitchens and maybe a hint of cleaning supplies?

Naoka suspected who was kissing her. It was very likely to be Briar and Brinda, the two servant girls who helped wake and dress her each morning before presenting her with the choice of drinking the special tea which would keep her in heat.

All she had to do was open her eyes to discover the truth, but where was the fun in that? This was another mystery to puzzle out, and if she’d learned anything it was that mysteries built power.

One of her furry ears twitched as a little voice in the back of her mind suggested her reluctance to open her eyes and see who was kissing her might not be about mysteries and building power at all.

The longer my eyes remain closed the more I can cling to the last vestiges of sleep, she sullenly admitted to herself. And once I’m ‘awake’ the kissing will probably stop, she added with a little more honesty.

If it WAS Briar and Brinda this soft, sensual tenderness would be only a ploy to get Naoka’s guard down. They delighted in teasing and bullying her. They SAID it was because they hated her because once both had been their Mistresses’ special guest of honor getting to live in this room. But Naoka thought that wasn’t the truth, at least not the WHOLE truth.

She’d pieced together that the two girls had not been guests of honor at the same time and only after becoming servant girls had they become close. They were far more than just friends and sexual companions, although she’d never heard them admit as much. Naoka was convinced the two were lovers, as emotionally committed to each other as they were sexually committed to their Mistresses.

“Look at the way the lazy little slut tries to pretend she’s still sleeping so we’ll keep on kissing her awake,” Brinda teased after nuzzling her nose against Naoka’s cheek then kissing her once again. “But wake her we must, and we both know the horny little kitten will betray her wakefulness once she’s worked up enough.”

Brinda grabbed Naoka’s chin and turned her face towards her to better lean in for a kiss. As their lips met Naoka struggled to maintain the illusion that she was still asleep. Her mind raced to keep ahead of hormones and desires that were flaring up as the girl’s lip work shifted from soft and tender to wet and passionate. How much would she return such kisses in her sleep? How much could she STOP herself from moaning into the girl’s mouth and wiggling as her body vibrated with arousal?

“We both know she’ll lose before long,” Briar sneered. “It was you who wanted to play this game with her, not me,” she sighed as she began slowly pulling the blankets covering Naoka’s naked body off the girl.

The feel of the cool air hitting first her neck, then her upper chest, then her small perky breasts left Naoka struggling even more not to reveal she was awake. She knew deeper under the covers her furry tail was lashing wildly, betraying how excited she was. She’d seen that both the girls were fond of her breasts and hoped now that they were revealed they’d grow distracted.

“Such pretty little kitty titties,” Briar sighed as she abandoned what she’d been doing with the blankets so she could lean over Naoka and kiss the girl’s breasts. “So little and they get SO hard so fast,” she giggled, brushing her lips around Naoka’s areolas before gently kissing the now swollen nubs of one nipple before moving on to the other.

Brinda had not stopped kissing her during this. The intensity of the kisses had slowly grown and by that point she was sloppily making out with the “sleeping” Kittaran, the Human girl’s tongue spending as much time in Naoka’s mouth as it did messily licking and lapping at her lips and the area around her mouth.

The shift in how Briar was leaning over Naoka’s naked body coupled with the pulling away of her lips from her breasts left a clear picture in the Kittaran’s mind. Briar had looked up and seen her companion lost in the sloppy, wet kissing. The huff of jealousy that followed was only one more piece of evidence that the two WERE lovers and that Briar, the bossier and more fiery of the two girls, was not in the mood to see her partner lost so deeply in the lips of another.

 “Game’s over,” Briar declared, voice sullen and full of petty jealousy. Suddenly she had hold of both of Naoka’s nipples, pinching the nubs hard enough to make the Kittaran gasp in response to the sudden and not altogether unpleasing flash of pain. A moment later Briar twisted the Kittaran’s nipples hard enough to cause the girl to yawl in pain and thrash about, throwing both the serving girls off her.

For a short time Naoka was all cat, a wild hissing whirl of feminine fury clawing and biting at Briar. Brinda was knocked back off the bed before Briar, laughing hysterically, made a quick retreat out of Naoka’s reach.

“Look at her tail,” Briar declared, laughing in delight as she pointed at Naoka, crouched on all fours on the bed like a feral beast. “Standing stiff and puffed-up light a scrub brush! Oh, she DID NOT like that!”

Naoka bared her teeth and hissed at Briar before forcing herself to calm down. She plopped herself back on the bed, sitting up while pulling the covers over her lap to hide her lower half. “That wasn’t nice,” she half hissed at Briar as she held her aching nipples. “You twisted them far too hard with no warmup.”

“Oh, you LOVED it,” Briar said with a dismissive wave as she wiped tears of mirth from her eyes.

“I didn’t,” Naoka blurted out as she let go of her breasts so she could reach under the covers to begin smoothing out the puffed-up fur of her tail. “It was too sudden! I don’t enjoy it that way,” she huffed petulantly, glaring at Briar.

“Liar,” Brinda said as she rose from where she’d been lying and laughing on the ground. “You adore sudden and unexpected escalation like that. You were awake and eager for something to happen. You love the way we tease and torment you.”

Naoka pursed her lips and glared at Brinda, wanting to deny it but finding she couldn’t. “IF I like it, and I’m not admitting I do, I would not wish to be woken so every day.”

Brinda grabbed the short skirt of her skimpy maid uniform and did a little curtsy. “As you wish,” she said, smiling mischievously.

Naoka whirled her head and glared at Briar. “And I will NEVER enjoy being punished for someone else’s jealousy!”

Briar scoffed in outrage. “Jealous? Me? Of YOU?” When Brinda put a dainty hand to her lips and giggled Briar pointed an angry glare at her. She put her hands on her hips and huffed, “And what are YOU giggling about?”

Brinda shook her head and grinned. “Nothing,” she said in a tone that suggested it very much wasn’t nothing. “It’s just… well, she has you, doesn’t she? You DO get jealous when I’m too soft with other women. Just admit it.”

“Never,” Briar said in a huff as she jutted her chin up. She stomped away from the bed, arms crossed.

“You ARE right about her,” Brinda whispered to Naoka as she sat on the bed beside her and placed a reassuring hand on the Kittaran’s lap, “but I fear she’ll make you pay for it later.”

Naoka’s ears perked up as she gave the girl her full attention. She leaned in slightly, distracted only for a moment by how close their lips were, then asked, “So you two are lovers?”

Brinda smiled, glanced at Briar, then ran a hand through her black hair as she sighed contentedly. When she looked back at Naoka she asked, “Aren’t all our Mistresses’ servants potential lovers? We couple when they command it, and we share our bodies freely when we’ve no specific commands to do otherwise. It is the magic of this place and why we choose to stay. Endless domination, submission, and sensual playtime with near countless women of all ages, shapes, and races.”

Naoka, her tail finally smoothed and calmed, reached a hand up and gently placed her palm on the flattest part of Brinda’s upper chest. “But not all of us share what comes deep from here,” she said, nodding to the girl’s heart while keeping eye contact. “You are not just friends and sexual companions, you are LOVERS. Or am I wrong?”

Brinda placed her hands over Naoka’s as the smile that had been full of fond longing for Briar became one full of a deep sadness directed at Naoka. The look caught Naoka off guard and left her confused, a feeling that increased when Brinda leaned in closer.

She thought the girl meant to kiss her, but as their lips neared the girl turned her head and lifted her lips so she could whisper in one of Naoka’s furry cat ears. “There are many dangerous games to be played here, and the game of love might be the most dangerous of all. A bit of friendly advice: don’t play the game of love here, and when you see others daring to play it don’t mention what you see.”

When she pulled away she stopped to give Naoka a soft peck on the forehead. “And do remember we’re not what we seem,” she said as her expression grew serious and fierce. “We’re not sweet, horny serving girls. We’ve remained because we’re right little monsters, each and every one of us.”

“And if you ever think of intentionally getting in the way of our love games we’ll fucking devour you,” Briar said as she walked up, pushing a small, wheeled tray cart with a sheet thrown over it to hide what it carried.

Naoka blinked, looking from girl to girl. “I adore you both,” she said as Brinda released Naoka’s hand and pulled away. “I would never want to come between you, and I’m more than happy to be a prop in whatever games you play, especially if they help you grow and stay close. I want to help everyone here as much as I can!”

By the time she was done speaking Brinda had made her way to Briar. She teasingly poked the girl in the side, giggling and saying, “I do believe she is saying if we enjoy the game of jealousy she’s giving us permission to play it using her.”

Briar slipped an arm around the waist of the taller Brinda and pulled her close in an intimate and possessive manner. “Noted and appreciated,” Briar told Naoka. “But it’s time for other games now. You need to be dressed. Our Mistresses have chosen your outfit for you today, which will be part of the games they will be using YOU as a prop in today.”

She then grabbed the sheet on the tray and whipped it off, revealing Naoka’s “outfit” for the day. At first glance it seemed nothing more than a pile of bondage gear, which on closer inspection is exactly what it proved to be.

There were a great many sets of bondage cuffs with metal chains and links to connect them. A quick count left her thinking there had to be at least four sets, although the way they were piled up left her uncertain of the exact number. There was no collar, but of course there wouldn’t need to be. She had HER collar on and so far her Mistresses had not so much as suggested it would ever be replaced by another.

The “outfit” seemed to be completed by a ball gag. That more than anything left Naoka purring. It was her daily outfit, something she was meant to wear all day until she was told to take it off. What wonderfully fiendish sexual torments did her Mistresses have planned for her that would involve a day spent naked while in so many bondage cuffs and with her mouth gagged?

  “Listen to her purr,” Brinda teased with an amused giggle. “I don’t think either of us was ever so excited by the prospect of a full day naked and ‘dressed up’ in bondage gear.”

Briar rolled her eyes and scoffed. “I don’t think our Mistresses ever put so much thought into our torments when we were the guests of honor in this room. They dressed both of us like dolls, with the bondage gear only coming AFTER undressing us. We were too normal to hold their attention for long,” she said with a heavy sigh of resigned disappointment.

“Up, kitty,” Brinda said as she grabbed Naoka’s hands and pulled her out of the bed. “Time to get dressed. And just ignore Briar’s bitter mutterings. She still feels spurned that she was ‘graduated’ out of this room so quickly.”

As Naoka let the girl pull her from the bed her eyes locked onto Briar’s. “If you were unhappy with not being the center of attention why did you stay?”

Briar responded with a bitter laugh. “Center of attention? Gods, you’re such a spoiled, naïve little twit. No, vapid little kitten, neither of us was ever the center of attention in the way YOU have been. None of the ‘guests of honor’ who have stayed in this room have maintained even a sliver of the attention you’ve received. Honestly, I don’t see what makes you so special.”

Once Naoka was on her feet Brinda abandoned her hands and turned to Briar, playfully poking her in the belly once more to make her giggle. “Liar. You know EXACTLY what’s so special about the kitten. It’s why we begged to be given this duty every morning.”

Briar scoffed and turned her nose up. “I NEVER begged.”

Brinda moved once more to poke her belly in playful admonition, but at the last moment her hands darted up. She grabbed Briar’s nipples through her skimpy maid uniform and twisted, making the girl yelp in surprise. “You LOVE to beg,” she teased, keeping a tight grip of the girl’s nipples and twisting hard enough to bring Briar to her knees. “Now beg or I’ll stop.”

Naoka blinked, certain she’d misheard. It HAD to have been, “Beg and I’ll stop.”

“I’m begging you,” Briar whined and whimpered in delight, eyes full of adoration and love as she stared up at the tall Brinda looming above her. “Please keep tormenting my nipples so!”

Brinda turned to flash a proud grin at Naoka. “See? She LOVES begging! And she does it so well, our Mistresses say so all the time,” she said before turning back to Briar and twisting her nips extra hard.

The girl’s delighted wail of pain left Naoka’s tail lashing. She found herself reaching up and pinching her own nipples as she felt a flare of… something. Jealously? No, not quite. The word didn’t feel right. She’d always thought that the word referred to a possessive feeling, a want for someone NOT to be with another. She didn’t mind that the girls were playing their game together. She WANTED others to be together in the most fulfilling and meaningful ways possible; she just longed to be included if she was present.

“You’re meant to be dressing me,” she blurted out, slightly ashamed she felt the need to force the focus back on her.

“We’re busy,” Brinda snapped, twisting and tugging on Briar’s nipples to make her how out a fresh bout of pained sexual joy. “And you’re far too spoiled. We’ll delight in making you suffer through being ignored for a few brief moments. Busy yourself by seeing if you can puzzle out which bondage cuffs are meant to go where on you.”

Naoka let out a slight, low hiss of annoyance. Her tail lashed so wildly in annoyance she felt the need to grab it. Pouting, she stomped to the tray cart while stroking her tail soothingly. Before beginning the task given to her she looked around the room hoping for some kind of diversion.

No, she told herself in a moment of self-reflective honesty, I’m looking for someone to pay attention to me. I want, no NEED, to be the center of SOMEONE’S attention.

Her eyes darted first to the Mirror of Dhuarcain, but there was no visible hint of the mirror’s bratty inhabitant. Had The Girl in the Mirror ever appeared while Briar and Brinda had been in the room? Naoka didn’t think so, but her memories turned to mist as she tried to grab hold of past mornings. She felt that at the best of times she could remember a few, yet so many more had to have passed.

Next, her eyes darted around the room for a hint of Gwendolyn the Ghost Girl. She HAD to be there with her. It was, after all, the ghost girl’s task to always be watching over Naoka to report all her doings to their Mistresses. But just like The Girl in the Mirror, it wasn’t often that she appeared when living women other than their Mistresses were there.

Deeply annoyed that there was no one to give her attention, and little bitter Briar and Brinda were still having fun playing their game without her, Naoka begrudgingly went to the task given to her.

Had Briar’s delighted huffs, yelps, and occasional screams of pain not been distracting her the task would have been done quickly. But the sounds not only distracted her, they also worked her up. And that made EVERY task a challenge. The hornier and more worked up she got the harder thinking clearly became.

That made her glance at the second cart the two servant girls had brought into her room that morning. The wheeled tray cart had what it had on it every day: two small, ornate teapots with fragrant leaves and herbs steeping in them. One would ensure she remained in heat, while the other would put an end to the state.

As a Kittaran it was a potent choice. Drink the tea that kept her in heat and she’d remain a sexual being, driven by maddening sexual needs. Drink the other and she’d no longer be a sexual being. Within days, hours maybe even, she’d no longer be able to feel sexual urges. More than that, she’d be biologically unable to even understand them.

Trying to imagine what that would be like made the young Kittaran shudder. She adored the life she had, but drinking the OTHER tea would be so much more than putting an end to it. The way her Mistress Madelynn had explained it left her with the impression she would barely be able to remember all the sexual things that had happened to her while in heat. She’d be incapable of understanding them, leading to her mind half burying the memories.

I will ALWAYS drink the tea, she vowed. Always choose this life. Never leave. I’ll remain, solve all the mysteries, and lose myself further in this wonderful place and all its sensual games and dangers.

The tea would wait. She had to be dressed first, and she now suspected Brinda and Briar wouldn’t begin dressing her till she’d finished the task given to her.

Matching up the bondage cuffs was easy as each set was a slightly different size. The ones meant for ankles and wrists were easy to pick out, but the other two sets were a bit harder to puzzle out. One was only a little larger than the first two. Perhaps meant for her upper arms? She’d seen girls wearing bondage cuffs there.

Or had she worn them herself? Trying to remember seemed to make doing so more difficult, like the magic of the place she lived in delighted in keeping her uncertain of what had happened to her in this place.

It was the final set that puzzled her the most. They were so large! Even though she’d thickened out compared to the scrawny, half-starved street urchin she’d been when her Mistresses had taken her in she was still very slender of limb. She could easily imagine some of the thicker servant girls needing bondage cuffs this thick, but her?

Naoka closed her eyes as she stroked the black leather and traced the metal rings worked into the cuffs. Where on her body would the size fit best? If her ankles, wrists, and upper arms already had cuffs what was left?

Her eyes flew open and her tail vibrated with excitement. “My thighs,” she whispered. “They must be for my thighs!”

“Seems she’s figured it out,” Brinda said, finally releasing her delightfully cruel grip of her fellow serving girl’s nipples. “Come on, Briar, we need to dress the horny little thing.”

Naoka looked over her shoulder to see Briar still on her knees, clinging tightly to her breasts. She was panting with eyes heavily hooded and a face deeply flushed red. “A moment, please,” she begged while grinning in delight. “Gods that was incredible,” she added as she closed her eyes and smiled serenely. “My nips are going to ache for HOURS!”

Brinda leaned over to kiss her forehead. “A treat for you knowing our work after this will keep us apart for most of the day. To remember me and keep you wet and eager for when we can be together again.”

Naoka’s ears perked up as she cocked her head in interest. “What work do you have to do when you’re done with me?”

Brinda strode gracefully to the Kittaran in a way that left Naoka aware of how attractive the girl’s long legs were. Images of those long legs draped over her shoulders, her thighs pressed against her cheeks as Naoka feasted on the moist glory between the girl’s legs, nearly caused her to miss what Brinda was telling her. “Something for our Mistresses, but beyond that it’s none of your business,” she proclaimed.

By then Briar had gotten to her feet, although she was still flushed, panting, and holding her breasts to soothe her abused nipples. “She’s not telling you only because she doesn’t know,” the girl said. “But I happen to know more than she does. Our Mistresses are entertaining a guest today, one of the women of importance that they’ve spent so much time wooing to join them in their grand conspiracy.”

That piqued Naoka’s interest even more, momentarily chasing away the distracting, lewd images flittering through her mind. “Do you know who? Are they hosting Astani again so soon?”

Both serving girls gave her quizzical looks.

“So soon?” Brinda asked.

“Yes, I spent nearly the whole day yesterday with her and our Mistresses,” Naoka told her, certain they must have known that.

Brinda looked at Briar who shook her head and shrugged. “I don’t know what to tell you,” Briar replied. “She’s dumb and easily confused.”

When Brinda looked back at Naoka she gave her a sad, patient look as though placating someone sick in the mind. “Your easily frazzled Kittaran mind is all mixed up. That was WEEKS ago!”

“No,” Naoka said as she furrowed her brow in confusion. “It was yesterday. I remember. I’m certain of it,” she insisted, sounding not at all certain.

Briar had retrieved a brush as Naoka had been talking to Brinda. When she started brushing out Naoka’s messy bed hair she made a hushing, soothing sound. “You are mistaken and needlessly agitated,” she told her. “We know how much time has passed. After all, we dress you and give you the choice of teas each morning.”

“And we bathe you each morning it’s required,” Brinda added. “I am fairly certain if you’d spent the entire day, and certainly most of an intense night, with our Mistresses and that charming but insatiable Priestess you’d be in desperate need of bathing this morning. But you look and smell so pristine I assume you must have bathed before bed last night!”

Naoka, confused, lifted an arm and bent her face slightly to give her armpit a sniff. She SHOULD have reeked and been in desperate need of bathing after the intense day and night she remembered. But Brinda was correct, she smelled as though she had bathed just before bed.

“Is this a new game?” Naoka asked as she met Brinda’s eyes and held her gaze. “One of your delightfully mean tricks? Did you bathe me in my sleep? Use some magic to do it? Is this a new way to bully me, by making me question what’s real? If so it’s… unusual, but I could see enjoying it.”

Brinda leaned to the side, eyes leaving Naoka’s as she looked past her to meet Brinda’s eyes. “Poor thing is so easily confused. Would WE bully her?”

“Never,” Briar said, grabbing Naoka’s hair as she brushed the bottom out then gave it a firm tug that was hard enough to make the Kittaran let out a small yelp. “Do not yelp so,” she barked as she forced the brush past a particularly stubborn tangle, “it’s unladylike.”

“There, all done,” she declared soon after. “Now to dress her!”

Naoka was still uncertain about what had just transpired. Was this just another game being played, or had she truly lost her sense of time so much? She was used to things having happened more than a few days ago being confused, but to be so confused about YESTERDAY? That unsettled her.

Before Briar left to put the brush away she leaned in close to whisper in one of Naoka’s furry cat ears from behind. “You still think too loudly,” she whispered. “But if you must think such questions so loud I shall answer them with a question of my own. Why can’t it be both? Perhaps you DID lose your sense of time and we ARE working to torment you by making that confusion worse.”

With that being said she pulled away, declaring, “Or maybe not,” before giving Naoka’s ass a good slap. The surprised, delighted yelp it caused had both servant girls laughing in their own delight.

“I say if she’s so convinced everything is a game we make a game of dressing her,” Brinda suggested as she grabbed a set of bondage cuffs from the wheeled cart they were piled on.

“Oh, I agree,” Briar said when she returned and grabbed a set as well.

Naoka hopped up and down while clapping in excitement, pushing out of mind the confusing and slightly ominous exchange that had just passed between them. “A game of teasing and bullying as you dress?” she asked hopefully. “I’d enjoy that! Yes, please!”

Both girls gave her a subservient nod. “If it’s what the pretty little miss wishes, then her obedient servants shall oblige,” Briar replied, flashing a sinister grin to Brinda. “You’ve already had some fun with my breasts, so I say I get tops so I can get some titty time in, and you get bottoms?”

“Agreed,” Brinda said with an eager, evil smile.

“Dressing” Naoka in the bondage cuffs and ball gag should have been a fairly simple and quick endeavor, but to Naoka’s delight the two serving girls made the task last what had to have been nearly an hour.

It started with Brinda securing a set of the cuffs to Naoka’s upper arms. She explained Naoka’s arms were to be pulled back, with the link connecting the cuffs keeping her upper arms pulled partially back.

“It will do wonderful things to your posture, leaving your chest pressed out at all times,” she cooed as she finished securing the cuffs in place. Once she pulled the Kittaran’s arms back and linked the cuffs together Naoka understood the girl hadn’t been exaggerating. They forced her to keep her chest pressed out, her small perky breasts pressed front and center.

“Mmmm… so lovely,” Brinda cooed as she started feeling up Naoka’s breasts. Gentle at first, but firmer and with greedier gropes and squeezes as she went on.

“But lovely as they are I can’t stop thinking about how nice kissing you was,” she added, her hands abandoning Naoka’s breasts before slithering their way up Naoka’s upper chest, up her neck, then over her collar before finally settling on her cheeks.

As she turned Naoka to face her she leaned in close as though to kiss the Kittaran but paused just before their lips met. It left Naoka whimpering with desire. She could have easily leaned in to close the last bit of space between their lips, but the moment the two girls had begun putting the bondage cuffs on her she’d settled quickly and happily into subspace. She was a passive toy now, existing to endure delightful torments. She was a thing others got to command and do things to, while she would remain blissfully free of agency.

At least that’s what everyone playing the game would pretend. For it WAS just a game. The most delightful game in the world, but still just a game. She held the true power. All she had to do was mutter her safeword and the game would be over.

It was also the kind of game that could be played along with others, something Brinda reminded Naoka of as she went on. “Could kiss you. WANT to kiss you. Something about your mouth… How wet it is. Your tongue is… intense. Something feline about it. A bit too rough, but not in an unpleasant way.”

The girl moved her face a bit closer, their lips ALMOST touching. She lowered her voice as she kept speaking, making her breath steamy and heavy. “But I think Briar might not like me making out with you again. We know each other well. It IS as you say, we’re not just companions, we’re lovers. I know that kissing you THAT way again today would hurt her, and not in a fun way.”

Through all this Briar had been securing the bondage cuffs to Naoka’s ankles and thighs with maddening slowness. She’d positioned herself so that her face was most often in front of Naoka’s crotch, allowing her to tease her ceaselessly by breathing and panting on her pussy.

Sometimes she’d lean down as she secured a leather strap, making as though her eyesight was poor and she needed a closer look. It was just an excuse to get her face close to another part of Naoka’s exposed skin so she could breathe on her to tease and work the girl up. Sometimes she’d even brush her nose or cheek against some skin, further working up the excitable Kittaran. But always Briar’s face returned to hover near Naoka’s pussy, the heat coming from her breath making a very different, but just as moist, heat radiate from the Kittaran’s sex.

By the time Brinda was whispering breathily against Naoka’s lips Briar had finished securing the four bondage cuffs to the girl’s thighs and ankles but had yet to begin connecting them with the short chains and clasps hanging from the metal hooks sewn into the cuffs.

“Oh yes, I’d be quite hurt if you made out with her again,” Briar said, speaking into Naoka’s pussy with hot, steamy words that made the Kittaran shiver. By that point she was so turned on she could smell her own arousal and imagined the air around her sex was muggy and moist from how sopping wet she was. “I could make out with her, it’s only fair. But you took heads, I got bottoms. So I guess I’ll just have to make out with the kitty’s pretty pussy.”

Briar slipped her hands around Naoka’s body, grabbing hold of the upper swell of her perky little ass. At the same time as she pulled her body forward Briar shoved her face into the Kittaran’s sex. A moment later her mouth was open and she was making out with the girl’s dripping sex, her sloppy, messy kisses mixing her saliva with the dripping and oozing juices flowing freely from the worked-up Kittaran.

Naoka threw her head back and let out a low, long sound that was half moan and half purr. It was a sound that was interrupted by a yelp as Briar grabbed a handful of hair and yanked hard, partially ruining the building pleasure Naoka was losing herself in. “Remember your first rule,” she said with cruel glee. “No cumming without permission, which is something we can’t give to you.”

The reminder came at just the right time to help Naoka pull back from where she’d been going. She groaned in frustration and then wiggled in a half-hearted attempt to try to escape what Briar was doing with her mouth.

Brinda still had a tight hold of Naoka’s hair and was keeping the Kittaran’s head yanked back. “Don’t worry,” Brinda told her with a gleefully evil grin on her face. “We’re the dearest of friends now, right? You’ve given us permission to play all sorts of games with you, especially to tease and bully you. If you get close I’ll ruin your orgasm,” she said in mock benevolence.

She eased up on her grip of Naoka’s hair and used her other hand to fondle the girl’s breasts in a way Naoka found both pleasing and perfectly complimented what Briar was doing with her mouth. She quickly lost herself in the bliss of the moment and started cresting towards climax, only to discover Brinda had not been teasing when promising to ruin the girl’s orgasms.

Just as Naoka started to crest to climax the girl yanked her hair and pulled her head into an awkward, unpleasant angle. At the same time she grabbed the meatiest part of the Kittaran’s breast as far away from her nipple as possible and pinched hard. If the hair pulling had been angled a bit differently or done a bit less harshly it would have heightened her pleasure, not ruined it. If Brinda had pinched her nipple, or if the amount of meat she’d grabbed between her fingers had been a little less or a little more, it might have felt good. But it didn’t. The pain wasn’t fun pain, leading to it destroying all the momentum she’d built towards climax.

A flash of emotions ran through Naoka. Simmering anger that left her wanting to snap at the girl for hurting her. Frustration from orgasm denial that left her hissing like a feral cat. Thankful adoration that the girl was helping her follow her rules mixed with disappointment she wouldn’t earn any funishments for breaking them.

“Aww, poor frustrated kitten,” Brinda cooed cruelly as she eased up on the girl’s hair. “That hissing, though! It IS delightful. It does something to my insides, makes me wet… Fills me with lust I just need to kiss out.” She twisted Naoka’s head and moved to kiss her but at the last minute shifted her mouth to the side. “Oh, that’s right, no more making out today. But I MUST put this frisky mouth of mine to work. Surely my lover won’t mind if I LICK the kitten, no?”

Briar pulled her mouth away from Naoka’s pussy just long enough to blurt out, “I find licking acceptable. Lick away!”

Brinda licked Naoka. She licked her lips, teasingly at first then dragging her tongue wide and fat against them before licking up the side of Naoka’s face. She licked her nose then up between her eyebrows and down her cheek until she reached the girl’s chin. There she sucked on it a bit, moaning and giggling.

“I AM having fun, but I’m thinking you’ve got other bits more lickable and suckable,” Brinda declared before messily licking her way down Naoka’s neck. Soon her mouth was on one of Naoka’s nipples. She lapped at it like a kitten at cream. She pressed her tongue into the girl’s small firm breasts and dragged it from one tit to the other, leaving a thick trail of slimy saliva. She greedily sucked on the girl’s nipples. She nipped at them. She did everything she could to complement the wonderful messy makeout session Briar was having with Naoka’s pussy.

And then, just as Naoka was about to cum, they BOTH ruined the building orgasm. Brinda jerked Naoka’s hair in a different and even more unpleasant way while Briar pulled her mouth off Naoka’s cunt so she could chomp on the thickest part of her outer leg just under one of the bondage cuffs on her thigh. All of it hurt, but none of the pain was the right kind of pain.

As Naoka hissed in frustration she self-soothed by thinking about how good the time between this moment and the next denied orgasm would be. They’d worked her up quite a bit and her mind was now deeply sex-addled, a state that would only grow worse until she was able to get off. It was a kind of inebriation unique to Kittarans in heat. Delightful yet frustrating, especially if she wanted to think clearly.

Thankfully, she didn’t need or want to think. She just wanted to enjoy the servant girls’ torment.

“I think she’s good and worked up, don’t you?” Briar asked.

“Oh yes, you can see it in her eyes. Will barely be able to hold a thought,” Brinda agreed. “I think our fun is done. Let’s finish getting her dressed.”

“What?” Naoka blurted out. “No! No, you can’t be done!”

But they could, and the way they were busying themselves connecting the bondage cuffs proved they would soon be finished. The bondage cuffs on her ankles and thighs were each connected to each other, both with just enough length to them to let her awkwardly shuffle but not properly walk. The cuffs on her wrists were connected by longer chains to the ones on her thighs. She suspected the length was just long enough to give her the freedom to help break her fall if she fell but not enough freedom to reach up and grab something sitting on the edge of a table.

Naoka adored being bound, and the prospect of having to remain this way all day excited her. But the two had worked her into an intense state of debilitating horny-dumb brain resulting in her being able to think of nothing other than the satisfaction that had been denied her.

“I WANT MORE!” she demanded, punctuating the sentence with a huff that turned into a half-hissed feline mewling of frustration.

When she opened her mouth to make another demand one of the servant girls shoved the ball gag in her mouth. In a dizzying flash the two girls had it secured in place, secured around her head with the leather straps attached to it and muffling any further outbursts.

“There, all dressed. Now the tea.”

Naoka was dizzy with arousal and frustration. The world was a blur around her, keeping her from telling Brinda and Briar apart. The feel of their hands on her, ensuring she didn’t tumble over as she tested out walking bound up the way she was, made Naoka purr deep in her chest. Both girls giggle in response, stroking and petting her, stoking her carnal fires but not giving her anywhere near the kind of sensual attention she craved.

Even after they stood her in front of the wheeled cart containing the two pots of steeping tea the haze of arousal refused to clear enough for Naoka to tell the two girls apart. It brought back distant memories of her earliest time in the manor, when the two girls had seemed undefined and interchangeable. It had only been after she’d learned their names that they’d seemed unique women she could tell apart.

“You must make your choice,” one of the servant girls declared as she poured some of the tea into a small teacup.

“Which tea shall you drink?” the other servant girl asked, pouring steaming fluid from the other pot into the second teacup.

“Will you drink the tea and stay in heat?” the first asked, holding up the teacup.

“Or will you drink THIS tea and soon no longer be in heat and thus leave our Mistresses’ service?”

Even with her mind so muddled the choice required no thought. Naoka nodded to the tea that would keep her in heat without a moment’s hesitation.

“Take her ball gag out just for a moment,” the girl holding the chosen tea commanded her companion.

They both went around the cart, one of them holding the teacup up, the other working to momentarily loosen Naoka’s ball gag so she could be fed the tea.

“Why don’t you kiss it into her,” the one who had loosened the ball gag suggested. “We’re not Kittarans, so the tea won’t do anything to us.”

“Alright,” the girl holding the teacup replied. She poured most of the tea into her mouth then handed the cup to the other girl. A moment later she had hold of Naoka’s face and was kissing the tea into her.

It felt like a dream to Naoka. Was it really happening? It was so intimate and sensual… Not just the strange, unexpected sharing of fluids this way, but that it was THIS tea. Her entire life at her Mistresses’ manor depended on her drinking this tea. To be given it this way… The unexpected intimacy disturbed her, a feeling made worse by being unsure which of the servant girls was the one kissing the tea into her.

 The girl pulled away long after Naoka had swallowed all the tea she’d transferred to her mouth. They’d kissed for a long time, with the other servant girl crowding in to kiss on her too. For a short time they’d passed her back and forth, battling for who had access to her lips and whose tongue would get to invade Naoka’s mouth for the moment.

And then it was over. The girls had pulled away and Naoka was left even more muddled and lost in a heat haze of arousal and unsated sexual needs.

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Naoka will be interacting with one of the important ladies she was introduced to before Liedia’s concert, which will be the focus of the rest of Naoka’s day and almost certainly have at least some small impact on the next entry. Aside from fulfilling the previous narrations promise of each of these women getting a time to play with Naoka their presence in the story will also serve to move forward the plot centered on her Mistresses trying to make Grayburn a place that only women can enter. Although I’m not 100% sure how, I plan on making the order they appear in the story help shape just what this plot is and how it plays out when Madelynn and Selwyn make their move to enact it.

Who will the lady of importance be?

Naoka will be off to receive her “breakfast” with her Mistresses. What will happen during that time? (Choose up to 6 options from this poll)