Familiar like you

"I'm Lady Araminta's Familiar, and you're Lady Lovara's Familiar." She states frankly. Our mistresses are busy talking about long wordy things inside, so I decided to meet you instead."

"But what is your name? Mistress calls me Chessie." You offer.
"Mistress calls me Corby, but to you I am Lady Vilkra, or just Miss." She preens arrogantly.
A scowl grows on your face. "Why should I call you anything like that? We're both Familiar, and we're both demicoro. " You protest.
Her head cocks to the side, and she approaches within inches of your face. You lean back, but those big black eyes wont let you escape.

"Do you even know what that means little morsel?" It's hard to tell where her gaze is with pure black eyes, but you see that she's now looking at something else. Something on the floor next to you. And just as you figure it out, her hand darts out and snatches it up.

"Hello shiny, what have we here? Stealing from your mistress already?" She caws. "Your sticky little paws move quickly!"

"It's mine!" You protest as you grasp for it. She easily keeps you at arms length as she holds the flask well beyond your grasp.

"Mine? Mine?" she taunts. "Your mistress gives you a flask then? But, whats in it?" She uncorks it and smells from the liquid. Immediately her eyes return to you, holding you in place. First her expression is flat, but soon and a smile grows on her face. "Familiar you say, but maybe not! Maybe you lie to Lady Vilkra, or maybe you don't know better. You'll tell me your story now. I think it's worth hearing." You lunge for the flask, but again she holds it back. "Careful!" she cries, "Spilling this would be a terrible thing." She corks the flask again. "But if you tell me your tale, I'll return it, and won't tell lady Lovara a tale of Chessie's sticky paws." She gestures to the open drawer.

You start to fume, and obstinately (or petulantly) cross your arms. "Or maybe I'll be telling a tale of Corby stealing baubles that aren't hers" you mock her diction and tone with your own.

She's still at first, and gently places the flask down, but in a flash of movement you feel yourself pushed onto your back by a sturdy kick to your chest. You land on the quilt padded floor with a whump! You see her grasp something from the jewelry drawer that rings loudly as she pulls it free. Just as quickly she grabs up your feet, and you hear a soft "tink! tink!" You try to rise to your feet, but realize that your ankles are now stuck tightly together, tied through those damned silver bangles! Above you stands the the crow, holding a thin silver chain that glows softly in the night.

You try to pull your feet under you, but she quickly grabs one of your wrists, and with a single touch of the chain, it links to the silver bangle on your wrist with another "tink!". You hiss, and pull as hard as you can, only to find the chain wont budge, yet with the softest tug from her end she pulls you close enough to connect the final bangle to the length of chain. Like a ziptie, she pulls the chain tight between your wrists, and then wraps it around your arms again and again, until your forearms are pressed tightly together. You cry out in protest, but she doesn't stop. Again she tugs lightly at the chain, this time between your bound arms, and ankles and again the chain magically shrinks, like pulling a ziptie tight. She continues to wrap you up until you're effectively hog tied, and she pushes you over so that your face is on the ground and your ass up in the air. You tug at your restraint, but they are sure and solid. There was a little give at first, but every time you struggle, they seem to get tighter and tighter, until you don't have the slightest bit of slack.

She lifts your tail and gives you a series of stern smacks on the ass with her hand eliciting a **** cry from you. You try to shuffle away, but she just takes the tip of your tail, ties the silver chain to it, then tinks! the last bit of it to your collar. Your tail is pulled tight to your neck, and bent out of place,. You have to arch your back to relieve the pressure. She doesn't slow down, and continues to smack you on your tender bottom, only this time using the bundled cord from the horses tack. Each lashing turns your pale bottom redder as you wiggle in futility, trying to get away from her stern discipline.

You feel the lashings stop, and sigh in relief. Tears had just begun to bead up in your eyes and run down your cheeks. You have just enough time to sob lightly and sigh in relief before you feel her hands grip your underwear, and begin to pull down. "No!" you cry out as you try to hop away, but she grabs the base of your tail and holds you still.

She laughs a low chortle this time. "Maybe you're already telling me a tale, one that's not so true." You can only whimper as she teases your balls and and shaft with the cord. You turn even brighter red, and you find yourself flushing with arousal. She coos. "Chessie, Chessie, the cute little catgirl with a cute little surprise." She teases. "What should I do with you now?"