⌚ New Experiences

7. Mixed Messages

"Does he know about me?" Spanky couldn't tell if she was surprised, angry, curious, or some mixture. But even with his face pressed hard against the mattress, he was sure Lulu was wearing the wry little smile that drew every male's attention to her teeth. "About Paper? And this girl I don't know, Dawn, was it?"

Spanky took a deep breath, and then winced again as the firm, steel jaws gripping his tail were tightened by just a fraction. Master wasn't commanding him to answer now, but as soon as he felt that pressure, he had to comply. Lulu controlled him just as strongly as Master in this situation, and that realisation made his cock twitch in anticipation.

"Yes," he answered quickly, "He asked and I had to tell him. And then he said he doesn't like lies. So I got until your birthday to tell you about him, and tell Paper about you, and... and everything. I can tell you all, or I can break up with you, but I can't keep on lying. And after that day, if I haven't told you, I might suddenly blurt it out without thinking."

"I think I like this guy," Lulu grinned. Spanky felt the clips on his tail ease off just slightly. She wanted to keep on ratcheting up the pressure, making him more and more desperate to answer, but she didn't want to push it to the point of actually causing injury. That was one of the things he loved most about her sadistic touch; that he knew he could trust her with his life in her hands. And that she knew how much he could take better than he knew himself. "He doesn't want to cause you problems, he gives you the choice, and makes you choose to do something he finds appropriate. But you bit your tongue, right?"

"I... It's the hypnosis. If you ask about Master, I have to tell you he exists. As much as I can tell you without putting my livelihood or reputation at risk. And I have to tell you where you can get in touch with him, so you can talk to him and make sure you're happy sharing control of me."

She didn't even need to ask if he'd been compelled to answer there. She could tell from the rising blush, and his eyes darting around as if they were trying to escape. He'd never felt so humiliated as when he had to admit that, and he knew there was no choice.

"How about these packages?"

"I can't hide them, but I can put them somewhere you might not notice. The first one was a few weeks ago, I'm sure you saw it but I have no idea what you thought it was. If you ask, I have to tell you that they're from Master. That's all. I can't tell you what's in it because I don't even know. I'm not compelled to show you, but I don't think there's any way I could stop you if you want to know. There might be a... a command in my mind that makes me use it as soon as I open it, but I wouldn't be surprised if Master... If he's set up something different in case you open it for me. Like you'd get to decide how I use it."

Eyes closed, breathing heavily. Trying to imagine how that would work, but with no idea what was even in the mysterious package.

"Good foxie," she purred again, "It must be hard, trapped between two commands. Don't worry, I'm more interested in you than in your toys. You don't have to answer, but if you say, then you have to assure me it will be the truth."

He gasped as he felt the tips of her claws just brushing across his abdomen. He knew what was coming, and tensed up as she gripped him. Gently, yet firmly. He never knew whether it would be time for pleasure or pain, but he knew that the last order was one he would obey without question.

"Are they... sex toys?"

"No."

"Really?" but she didn't need to ask again. She was very good at reading people's reactions, men especially, and she could feel every slight movement that he might not be aware of. She could read his body language as if it came with Cliffs notes. "Are they something embarrassingly personal?"

"Yes," the faintest movement of a nod was relayed all along his body.

"Something you'd use as a sex toy, then?"

"No,"

"Something I'd be shocked to see?"

"Yes."

"Really? I can't imagine anything I'd be shocked by. So, do you want to tell me?"

"No,"

"Do you want me to make you say?"

"No!" he almost tried to pull away that time, and Lulu knew she was riding the fine line between erotic torture and just making him uncomfortable.

"One more question, then. Do you think, if I asked, your Master might tell me?" Lulu licked her teeth as she waited for an answer.

"Yes, he said he ..."

That was enough, she didn't want to tease him too long. And Lulu had brought a selection of pictures with her, for the next game she intended to play. Men, women, and others of every species, in a variety of poses. This was how she had originally intended to end the interrogation play, and it seemed a shame to let such a good plan go to waste. She could ask him, again and again, what he found attractive; while her own paws and claws slowly teased him. She could bring him to a point where he really didn't know any more if it was her touch or the pictures turning him on; where every feeling was so intense he couldn't tell the difference between pleasure and pain.

It was a good night for John Gold Spankless. It turned out that was exactly the kind of cruelty he wanted.