Kayla
Epilogue
Written by S. M. Wolf
Copyright © 2002-2003 by S. M. Wolf, all rights reserved. Based on characters and situations created by Kittiara. Master David Wolf © S. M. Wolf. Characters Kayla, Marla, and Trouble © Kittiara. Character Zassa © her player. Reproduction and distribution of this work by any means without the expressed written permission of the author, or hotlinking from another website without the expressed written permission of the author and BondoFox, is expressly forbidden. Similarity to any person, living or dead, or similarity to any LARPing character who may think her character is the same but really isn't, is coincidental.
This work was inspired by Troubles Tales by Kittaria and the artwork of Iron Badger, who have given their kind permission to use their works. With many thanks as well to Baillie for her portrayal of Kayla.
Kayla shifted in her bonds. She turned her head and looked over her left shoulder. She frowned at the loose ropes. She wished she had done better in the selfbondage courses now. She so wanted to please her master, but she could not seem to get it quite right. As she adjusted her position and waited for her master to return, Kayla reminisced.
In the three months since she had submitted to Master David, Kayla had entered a new world. Her loving, kind and gentle master had introduced her to the joys of sex and submission. She had been afraid that his requirement for total submission would mean a life of misery and pain. Instead she found that it strangely freed her to experience and come to love her new life.
Daily trips to the dungeon had become part of Kayla's normal routine. Master David was systematically introducing her to each of the items in the dungeon. She marveled how he could make even the most fearsome instruments of torture instead be a source of great pleasure.
Kayla still remembered the first time Master David had flogged her. She knelt in the center of the dungeon on a soft mat. Her paws were on her thighs palm up as she had been taught at the Academy. She watched as Master David went to the wall in front of her and plucked a bullwhip from a peg. She stared at the whip as he uncoiled it. By the time he got to her, Kayla was shaking visibly.
Instead of ignoring Kayla's distress, Master David had placed the bullwhip on the floor and knelt beside her. He spent many minutes gently stroking her hair and shoulders and reassuring her with soft words and gentle embraces. He had taken the time to show her that the whip was made of a soft material that could not hurt her. He had given her the option of some other form of sex play that night or even doing nothing, but she had gathered all of her courage and instead asked to continue. She had still been afraid, but she had not flinched when her master raised the whip to strike. She had jumped when the first lash of the whip struck her shoulders, but her reaction had been in surprise, not pain. Master David had used the whip to softly caress her shoulder blades. It had barely disturbed a single hair of her pelt.
Master David had spent the next hour gently teasing her with light blows of the lash. He worked his way down her back before moving to her arms and legs. The gentle caress of the whip combined with the imaginary danger of receiving a serious flogging began to excite Kayla. Each gentle blow warmed her skin just a little more. By the time her master was done with her legs, her whole body felt strangely alive and vibrant.
When Master David commanded her to lay down on her back and spread her legs wide, Kayla could not comply with his order fast enough. Where she would have watched before in trepidation, Kayla now watched with anticipation as her master raised the whip and brought it down upon her unprotected stomach. It tickled as the tip of the whip caressed her navel. Kayla had actually giggled as Master David continued to work over her navel with several titillating lashes. But the best was yet the come.
Master David had moved up her stomach and began to lash her breasts. Each blow elicited a guttural cry of pleasure from Kayla. He carefully worked over her breasts until not a single square inch was left untouched. Just as Kayla thought it couldn't get any more intense, Master David had lowered his aim and began to whip her inner thighs. Kayla arched her back in sheer pleasure and eagerly accepted her master's lashes. Sexual fire raged through her body as the lash came ever closer to her naked pussy. Kayla had screamed loudly as wave after wave of orgasms ran through her body when her master finally reached her hot cunt. She had actually passed out from sensory overload when her master had brought the tip of the whip down on her engorged clit. She had awakened to find him holding her tight against his chest. He’d been afraid that he’d done real damage to her, but her hot passionate kisses reassured him.
That night had been spent in a sexual frenzy as Kayla had repeatedly tried to repay her master for the pleasure he had given her. It was nearly sunrise by the time they had finally been satiated.
Kayla was still dissatisfied with her bonds. She wanted them to be nice and taut when Master David arrived home. As she considered how to take up the slack, her musings took her back to a different day.
The first day after her submission, Kayla and Master David had spent most of the day in bed recovering their strength. After a late dinner, though, he took her back to the dungeon. Master David slipped a metal collar around her throat. He chained her to a ring in the wall and left her kneeling. She had watched over her right shoulder as he gathered up several lengths of rope and brought them over to her. She sighed. She had never enjoyed being bound at the Academy. Like most otters, she preferred to be moving and active rather than restrained to one place.
Kayla soon learned that Master David had a far different bondage technique than the Academy. He turned securing her limbs and body with rope into a full body contact sport. He stroked, licked, petted, nipped, caressed, scritched, and nuzzled every inch of her exposed body as he lightly secured her in her bonds. He was careful not to bring her to orgasm, though. Instead she was left incredibly horny and unable to do anything about it with her arms secured immobile behind her back.
Kayla practically cried when Master David stood up and walked away. She was afraid he would simply leave her there, aroused and unsatisfied. Instead she watched as her master arranged pillows and cushions on a large mat. He came back over to her and unfastened the chain from the wall. She walked along behind him demurely as he led her to the cushioned love nest he had created. She lay down among the cushions and sighed. Master David attached her chain to a ring in the floor before turning his attention back to Kayla.
Master David's sexual technique might not be the best she had ever experienced, but it far was better than average. The love and tenderness he showed her as he made love to her bound body took her to hereto unattained emotional heights. It was several hours later before they slipped into sleep on the dungeon floor with Kayla still tied in her bonds.
After that Kayla began to look forward to the bondage games Master David would play with her. His questing paws and muzzle never failed to excite her. Sometimes he would bring her off as she strained in her ropes or other restraints. More often the bondage was a prelude to other sex games.
Her master proved deft at using dildos and butt plugs to ready her for being mounted by him. He would often bring her to the edge of a climax and hold her just below the peak that would send her over. She would beg him for release, but he would drag it out as her excitement and frustration mounted. Soon, though, the hard, inanimate objects under her tail would be replaced by the hot flesh of her master's prick. Then their mutual cries of pleasure invariably filled the dungeon.
Kayla looked behind her again. The ropes were just too loose with her tail down. She raised her tail up as high as possible and brought it in close to her body. The ropes tightened up nicely. Kayla smiled, this position would show off her sexual assets nicely when her master walked behind her as she was sure he would. She had become much more brazen and open in showing off her body and her desire under Master David's watchful eyes.
Her master's gentle encouragement and frequent approval had Kayla seeking new ways to please him on her own. At times she surprised herself with her own daring. She had not been forward before becoming a slave, and the Academy had pounded into her at every opportunity that she had to be submissive to her master. But Master David gave her wide latitude and even actively encouraged her little adventures.
Kayla still remembered the first time she had tried something on her own. She had left a note beside the elevator and gone up to the dungeon. Master David had several places for securing a slave scattered throughout the dungeon. Kayla selected a wooden hitching post with a steel ball on top. From one of the walls she picked a wide leather belt with a large metal buckle. Two rings were bolted to its sides. From the rings two leather manacles hung from short lengths of heavy chain. She put the belt on and pulled the end through the buckle until it was just snug around her waist. She paused and pulled it in another notch so the belt bit into her fur slightly. She finished securing the belt.
Kayla looked around the room for the next item she needed. She found a wide leather collar with two feet of heavy chain bolted to the front. It matched her belt and manacles well. Kayla secured the leather band around her throat. The top edge dug into her jowls, and the collar held her neck straight. Looking into one of the mirrors, she found she liked the look it gave her. She found a pair of leather cuffs joined by a short length of chain big enough for her ankles beside the collar. She took them back to the hitching post.
Kayla looked at her selection and the hitching post. Suddenly a mischievous thought crossed her mind. She ran into the downstairs office. The chains on her collar and belt bounced against her breasts and thighs. She found a piece of card stock, a red marker, and a thumbtack. She scrawled, "PET THE OTTER, $1" on the paper and took it and the thumbtack upstairs to the dungeon.
Kayla sat beside the hitching post. She secured the snap at the end of the chain on her collar to a ring at the top of the hitching post. She buckled the manacles to her ankles. The short length of chain effectively hobbled her. Not that she intended to go anywhere soon. Her groin was already starting to feel warm at the thought of pleasuring her master. Kayla pinned her crude sign to the hitching post about three-quarters of the way up. She took a deep breath and asked herself if she really wanted to continue. As a mere slave, she was risking a lot taking the initiative like this. Also, her master did not require her to do anything like this. He would be satisfied with plain vanilla sex in bed or even no sex so long as she was with him.
The memory of his smiling muzzle as he gently stroked and kissed her before leaving this morning came unbidden to her mind's eye. Kayla smiled herself and realized she truly wanted to try something beyond her normal routine and training to please Master David. Kayla shifted to a kneeling position facing the door and buckled the manacles to her wrists. She waited patiently for her master to return from a hard day at work.
An hour later her master stuck his head in through the half opened door and tentatively called out, "Kayla?"
Before she could reply Master David's searching eyes found her. Kayla held her breath. Would her master approve of her actions? She watched him anxiously as she knelt awaiting his pleasure.
The broad grin on Master David's muzzle was all the answer Kayla needed. She grinned back in answer and actual gave a small giggle as the anxiety drained from her body. He set aside most of his clothing except his pants on a chair near the door and walked over to Kayla. She looked up at him.
"A dollar a pet?" he asked her.
Still not fully trusting herself to speak, Kayla shook her head yes.
Master David took out his wallet and removed several bills.
"Sounds like a good deal to me!" he replied with a laugh.
Kayla had earned several hundred dollars and multiple orgasms that evening.
Kayla shifted her position to relieve some of the strain on her shoulders before dropping back into her reverie.
Today Kayla was trying her best to emulate some of the techniques she had heard Zassa, Marla, and Trouble discussing. Those three had always been much more deeply into extreme bondage, especially Marla. Kayla had selected four metal manacles from the assortment in the dungeon. She secured them to her ankles and wrists. A fifth, smaller manacle went around the tip of her tail. All five had small rings set in the side to attach to ropes and chains. She had found a thin metal collar that matched well with her manacles. It had made a strangely exhilarating sound as the lock engaged with a loud click. She had no idea where the key to release it was. It would be up to her master to free her, and there was no guarantee he would choose to do so.
Kayla found a long rope and a shorter rope. Both had snaps secured at both ends. She snapped the short rope into one end of the long rope to form a Y. She fed the other end of the long rope through a pulley set high on a wall.
A ring set in the floor was close enough to serve Kayla's purposes. She attached another short rope with snaps at both ends to the ring. A third rope only a few inches long attached to her ankle manacles securing her legs.
Kayla snapped the single end of the rope on the pulley to her tail manacle. One of the other ends that made up the double end of the Y went on her left wrist. She held onto the free end of the rope with her left paw. She carefully shuffled over to the ring in the floor.
Kayla knelt and reached down with her right paw. She had to bend over almost double, but she could pick up and secure the rope from the floor to her collar. She had to use all of her natural otter agility, but she was able to get her arms behind her and attach the final snap to her right wrist.
Kayla was effectively trapped kneeling on the floor helplessly doubled over with her arms raised high behind her and her ample breasts hanging down for her master to enjoy.
Kayla came back to the present with a start. She swiveled her ears around as she heard a click. The door to the library opened. She sucked in her breath and waited anxiously.
Into the dungeon stepped Master David. He saw her watching him. His mouth opened in astonishment at the predicament in which she had managed to put herself. His astonishment was rapidly replaced by a randy grin. He closed the door and walked over to Kayla.
Kayla smiled broadly and watched her master and lover approach her to take his pleasure from her very willing body.