Dresses and Dommes

When you get home the girls grab everything Ashley bought at the store and disappear into the bedroom, with a warning that they'll be in there for a while and you should get comfy on the couch.

You head into the kitchen instead. You saw how full those bags were and know how long a while can be, so you might as well use the time. You dump a bag of rice in a slow cooker and start chopping vegetables. After adding them and some spices to the rice, you set the table for three. Once everything is done you go to the living room, where you sit on the couch and wait for the show to start.

The clicking of heels on tile make you look up from your phone.

As you watch, Ashley struts into the living room. A thick angora pullover covers her from neck to upper thighs, giving her a thick and cuddly appearance. Despite its bulk, her feminine curves remain apparent, with an extra lump over her shapely ass that must be her tail. Her legs, the only part of her body not covered in fuzz, look long and sexy, an effect that's added to by the tall heels she's balanced in.

Pulled in behind her by the braided white leash Ashley bought for herself, Tibby is wearing the same shredded dress as last time. A set of green and purple ribbons have been used to tie her hair into a tight ponytail, and except for her collar and ears she's not wearing anything else.

However, instead of connecting to the black choker around her neck, Ashley's leash leads into the gash in the front of her dress. When Tibby comes to a stand-still next to Ashley, you can see that it's attached to three red ropes that cross each other there, a vertical line with an X on top of it.

You also notice the size difference between your pets. While normally about the same height, Ashley's heels make her stand tall next to the barefooted kitty. Despite her frumpy outfit and your knowledge that she's the less muscular of the two, she looks very dominant. Maybe it's the fact that she changed into the pair of ears that point straight up, making her appear even taller.

She's also the first to speak. "Master, both your pets are being naughty and hiding something from you. Which one do you want to unwrap first?" There's a bright smile on her face as she continues. "Please say me, what I'm wearing is way too hot for late summer."

You grin at her. "Is my poor bunny sweating under all that fur? Maybe I should leave you like that for a little while."

"I'd rather get sweaty for a different reason. Don't you want to make up for the time lost when I had to leave early?"

"It might help if you begged," Tibby speaks up for the first time.

"Quiet you," Ashley tells her with a swat to the ass. "Tied up slaves don't open their mouths without permission."

Tibby's dress parts when she jumps with a sqeak, and her left hand peeks out of the slit on her leg. It's only then that you realize Tibby's arms are pressed to her sides inside her dress, the sleeves tucked over her shoulders to keep them out of the way.

"You tied her up?"

"I hear she did the same to you," Ashley says with a glint in her eye. "I thought you might like to have the tables turned."

"You realize this sets a precedent for you to be put in bondage too?"

She blushes and looks down, but she can't hide a little smile. "Mmhmm."

"Something for another time," you laugh. "You can take off your sweater if you make it a nice show."

"Oh, I'm a stripper now?"

"Maybe he'll want a lap dance too," Tibby snickers while dodging a second swat.

"I just want to see the hot body hidden under that sweater," you say, which is apparently exactly what Ashley wanted to hear.

Letting go of the leash, Ashley starts swaying to the beat of a song only she can hear. Her footing is clumsy at first, but as she gets used to the heels her confidence grows and her motions become smoother. She squeezes her breasts through her shirt and gives you a sultry look before spinning around, crouching to push her ass out and shaking it. With a glance over her shoulder to make sure you're watching, she grabs the sweater's fuzzy hem and flaps it up and down, giving you glimpses of what must be panties and a flash of white above them.

Another spin and she's facing you again, her hands still on the hem. This time she pulls it up slowly, revealing her panties to be the lower part of the outfit she had on last time. She keeps going, dragging the angora over the skintight material that covers her stomach. She has some trouble getting the bundled mass over her bust, which breaks free with a bounce despite the corset-like garment doing its best to hold it up.

You stand and help her get the sweater off her head, stretching to make sure it doesn't take her ears with it. The moment Ashley's face is free your lips are on hers, and you throw the sweater onto the couch so you can run your hands down her sides. Grabbing her hips, you turn her around one more time so you can admire her from all sides. Her loose hair cascades down her back and the heels affect her posture, making her booty just a bit more prominent than usual. The skirt of tassles attached to her hips is parted around the poof of her tail.

"Remember what I said last time I saw you in that?"

"About wanting me to leave?"

"No, you goof. About how amazing you look. It's even more true now. You make a beautiful bunny."

"I can tell you mean that." She says, her hand on the growing bulge in your pants. "Should I take care of this, or do you want to see how I tied up Tibby first?"

You look over at the mewling cat. She's leaned against the wall and squeezing her legs together. She wants to touch herself, but her hands are bound to her sides too tightly to reach anything. "We're torturing the poor creature. Why don't you help her out?"

With a nod, Ashley trots over to Tibby and tilts the helpless kitty's head up for a passionate kiss. "Are you ready to get naked for master?"

"Yes Mistress Bunny," Tibby exclaims, nodding her head eagerly.

After another peck on the lips, Ashley crouches down to unclip the leash dangling from Tibby's tummy. Dropping it on the floor, she takes ahold of her dress and carefully peels it up, making sure it doesn't catch on any of the ropes wrapped around the cat's upper body.

Mistress Bunny? you muse as you step to the side so you can see what's going on. Tibby's wrists are secured to the lower arms of the red X on her torso, the upper arms of which wrap around her own upper arms before looping through a set of horizontal nylon ropes running across her chest on either side of her uncovered breasts. The vertical rope that crossed the X disappears between them, and when Ashley steps back with Tibby's dress in her hands you see where its other end leads: straight down to her crotch, where it digs into her puffy lips like a tight g-string.

When Tibby sees you off to the side she tries to approach you, only to be pushed back against the wall by Ashley. "Where do you think you're going? Stay right there and let mistress play with you."

Then she winks at you and mouths watch this.

Reaching down, she wraps her hands around two ropes and lifts. The tension is transferred across each knot and pulls on the vertical rope, cutting into Tibby's pussy. She lets out a high-pitched squeal and rises onto her toes, which raises her tits high enough for Ashley to bend over and latch onto a nipple. Ashley sucks on and licks Tibby's tits with abandon, slowly manipulating the rope to make it saw back and forth between her legs.

You can't imagine what that feels like, nor do you have to because Tibby's erotic moans tell you everything you need to know. There's a very noticable tent in your pants now.

Ashley grins at you and kneels on the carpet. With delicate fingers she plucks the rope out of Tibby and lets it snap into place next to her cunt, producing a sharp yelp.

"Oops, sorry," she says guiltily and rubs the tender area. Tibby doesn't speak, but sighs softly to indicate she's alright. Ashley gives her a quick kiss for good measure before getting back to what she was doing.

Wetting her fingers in her mouth, she slides one into Tibby and gently blows between her legs. The unexpected gust makes Tibby shiver, then she bucks her hips as Ashley's finger flexes inside her. It's joined by two more, and the tip of Ashley's tongue darts out to touch her clitoris.

You clumsily take your clothes off, not wanting to miss anything by looking away, and wrap a hand around your stiff cock.

You jack off slowly as you watch one pet go down on the other. Tibby tries to get off the wall again after her first orgasm, but Ashley holds onto her hips and just keeps licking. It's only when her legs turn into jelly during her second orgasm and she threatens to topple over that you decide to intervene.

Grabbing Ashley by the shoulders, you pull her away firmly and help her stand in her heels. "She's had enough, Ash. At least let her lie down or something."

"Of course! I guess I got a little carried away there."

You catch Tibby before she slides down the wall and hoist her up. She snuggles into you and wraps her legs around you. "She was incredible, master. Take me to your bed!"

As you start walking, you notice that Tibby is effectively sitting on the shaft of your cock, which points straight forward beneath her. Her lips are spread around it, drenching it in her cum and making you feel like you're fucking her with the jolt of every step.

Ashley hurries ahead to open the door. Following her into the bedroom, you unload your precious cargo on the bed.

Tibby clings to you until you manually separate her legs and lie her down on her back. She looks up at you lovingly and waves her legs in the air as if inviting you back into their embrace. Looking at the dripping hole between them, you're tempted to dive in for a taste.

But she still looks out of it, and you know you can find the same flavor on Ashley's lips and hand. Beconing her closer, you sit down and grab her wrist, pulling her hand to your face so you can suck each finger clean.

"So how do you take that thing off?" you ask, indicating her skintight outfit.

Ashley smirks. "The strip show continues, huh?"

Turning around, she shows you a set of hidden drawstrings in the back. When you undo them the corset portion gets looser, letting Ashley take it off like a regular one-piece bathing suit. She's not wearing anything underneath it, and she kicks her heels off too before straddling you.

"Are we going to have sex right here, with Tibby lying next to us and unable to join in?"

"No. Let's do it on top of her," you say with a dirty grin.