⌚ New Experiences

16. Mixed Torments

Here's another chapter, this time dedicated to babysofia. Thank you again for all your support, and I hope that you're enjoying this story!

"... think so?" Lulu finished. Spanky realised he'd heard the beginning and end of that sentence, but had missed everything in between.

"Mmmfd!" Spanky squeaked past his pacifier, trying to ask what they were talking about. It was only then he realised that he'd actually moved while his attention was on the yo-yo. Had Lulu used the thing to lead him around the room without him noticing? He was kneeling at the foot of the bed now, and the big scoop bib was hooked over the footboard, holding his chin just about the edge of the wood. He was on his knees, propped up on a small stack of pillows so he wasn't too uncomfortable, but his first attempts to move revealed that his feet were tied together, leaving him unable to stand high enough to disconnect himself from the bed..

"Oh yes, I think he likes that. Look at him blushing! Adorable!"

"Little butt wiggling in the air," Lulu grinned, and Spanky quickly reassessed his position. He wasn't tied, they'd just dropped his jeans around his ankles, and then tightened the belt again to restrict his movement. It wasn't even a real rope, but it kept him in one place just as effectively; especially once he realised that the collar around his neck stopped him bending down enough to adjust it at all. He was completely motionless, and couldn't even turn his head. Not bad, for a camouflaged piece of bondage gear that he'd carried up from the lobby under his arm.

"Here's the plan," Lulu moved closer, and started to tickle him behind his ears. He wanted to pull away, his whole body tensed, but he was incapable of movement and there wasn't anything he could do to stop her. The only reaction he could make was to bite down on the pacifier as his body struggled to move. "We're going to have a little interrogation again. I'm going to think of all the things I could imagine your Master doing to help you feel like a little cub, and you're going to tell me which ones you've tried, and which you've enjoyed. Okay?"

"Mmmm!"

"Oh, can't talk? I'm sure you can still nod, or shake your head. Or give me a thumbs up? And I'm sure I've seen that pacifier bob-bob-bobbing up and down when you're feeling content today. Is that a conscious sign, or not?"

Spanky gave a wave to show that he understood. Maybe he was agreeing with her, maybe not, he wasn't entirely sure himself. It seemed strange, crazy even, to combine interrogation with a gag that didn't let him speak, but he couldn't deny that he was just as excited, and terrified, to find what he was going to reveal this time. Maybe it would be easier, even, because she wouldn't be able to judge his tone and his body language as effectively when he could barely move. He was pretty sure he could offer a thumbs-down gesture even if something secretly excited him, if it was something he wasn't ready to admit just yet.

"Oh, and no lying," Paper added, "You lie about something, we'll know. And then you'll need a really good excuse to stop us doing it. I'm not the strict one, I'm not that good at being cruel, but I'm sure I'd like you to tell the truth. And I think you'd like that too, however scary it might seem in the moment."

A half movement, tilting his head as far as the cords attached to his pacifier would stretch, made a passable attempt at a nod. Spanky knew that he owed her at least honesty, and having to obey was just another kind of control.

"So, how do you like the thought of eating dinner with that bib on? Seeing how hard it is to feed yourself, with your impaired coordination?"

Spanky found himself blushing. He whined in protest, having hoped they'd start by asking him something a little milder, but he had to answer what they asked. And in the half-movements and whines, the two felines seemed to read an answer.