Tender Bonds

Introduction and Chapter 1
Ayria sat quietly sipping her drink, well aware of the eyes that kept glancing her way. Shescanned the faces and bodies that belonged to those eyes, but nothing hooked her. It was the same old Friday night, the same hungry looks, the same obvious need for a moments respite from their everyday ho hum lives.

Ayria needed more. She was looking for a certain something. A certain look, a smugness, a confidence. She sighed heavily and drained her drink, pushing it back towards the bartender. This was a waste of time, she thought to herself. This was ordinary.

The fox walked in the dark bar momentarily disoriented as his eye's adjusted to the gloom of the room. He shook his head and wondered silently why he kept coming to these places. This particular one was new, but it still looked like all the others. He roamed around the fringes of the crowd, stopping only to get a beer.

Then he saw her.

White fur

Black stripes

Huge brown eyes

And an astounding amount of cleavage rising temptingly out of a tight black leather halter top. But what really got him was the pair of tight black leather, elbow length gloves that the tigress wore. Tight enough to press into the tender flesh of her upper arm. Tight enough to make him want to pull away the fabric there to see if a welt was left for him to push his thumb into.

Chris felt a familiar tug beginning in his stomach and extending all the way down to his groin. She felt the fox before she saw him. It was like a subtle heat, a pull. Ayria didn't even have to move her head. She slowly looked up and there he was. Their eyes locked, and their surroundings disappeared. She lowered her eyes as he approached. "Good," he thought to himself. Chris slipped onto the barstool next to the tigress, close enough to invade her personal space, yet not quite close enough to touch her. She was reaching for her refilled cocktail, but Chris pushed it away before she could reach it. Her movement froze, but she left the drink alone. "Again, good, " he thought. He picked up her drink, and sucked it down slowly. He leaned into the tigress lightly and whispered a soft hello along with his name to her. She squirmed just a tad as his hot breath caressed her cheek. She moved her head slightly, without looking directly at the male and murmured " Ayria, my name is Ayria." Her chest rose and fell gently, and she seemed in perfect control of herself. Only the small gulp gave away her inner distress. After what seemed like an endless pause, both furs finally took each other's full measure, and both liked what they saw. They spoke in dulcet tones and the meeting ended with Chris slipping her a card with his phone number on it. Ayria replied in kind by scribbling her number and address on a cocktail napkin. With lowered eyes, Ayria slid off of the barstool and left. Ayria's thoughts and feelings were in turmoil as she walked the few blocks back to her home. The instant chemistry between the two furs was unmistakable, yet she feared it. Feared and craved it at the same time.

Letting herself into the darkened first floor apartment, Ayria moved around the silent space restlessly. "Nothing! Absolutely NOTHING here to do but work!" She grimaced as she caught herself speaking out loud to no one but herself. She snapped open her briefcase and settled in for another night of catching up with the seemingly endless pile of work that always needed to be done right away. Ayria's ears swiveled around sharply as she heard a faint sound coming from another room. All senses on alert, she held her breath to see if the noise would repeat itself. It did, along with a muffled THUMP and what sounded like a sliding noise. Ayria's heart thudded in her chest, and she let out a strangled YELP as an intruder made his way from the den to the dining room where Ayria sat at the table. Ayria could do nothing but tremble at the black clad figure that stood before her.

It had begun.

A small mask hid the eyes well, but nothing could hide the scent from her. It was Chris all right, but nothing about this silent silhouette spoke to her of the fur she had met a couple of hours earlier. She sat nervously on the edge of the chair, staring at her knees, as she felt more than saw Chris's approach and then move behind her. Yes, she knew it was him, but it was imperative to maintain the charade of him being a stranger. Her nerves jangled at the first contact. Chris's paws grasped her forearms tightly, and moved her arms behind her body, behind the wooden backs of the chair. With a firm grip on her wrists with one strong paw, Chris used his other paw to lash a soft leather strap around the tigress's wrists, binding her securely. Chris moved around the chair and admired the heaving bosom of the cat. To her credit, Ayria had not uttered a sound. Her lower lip quivered enticingly and Chris yearned to kiss that full, pouty lip, but he restrained himself. Chris knelt, the leather of his pants creaking softly as he knelt to the floor in from of Ayria. He tied each leg to the leg of the chair with the same type of strap he had used on her wrists. Her knees were parted nicely, her strong thighs taunt with apprehension. Her short skirt rode higher and higher as she squirmed slightly against her bonds. She was fighting hard not to move; yet her body betrayed her. Chris smiled at this first show of defiance and knew that she still had much to learn, and he would indeed enjoy teaching her. Chris pulled yet another soft strap from his pocket and THWAPPED her thigh smartly. "Be still. I am in control now, and all your wriggling will not help you one bit. In fact, it will only irritate me. And you do NOT want to irritate me." Chris tipped her chin up to look in to those frightened brown eyes. She ceased her struggle, and he released her face. "Now then, just sit there and relax, and this will go very quickly." He moved about the room, picking up a few things here and there and placed them in a small gym bag. He wanted this to be as realistic as possible. He glanced back at his captive from time to time, satisfied with her silence. Her eyes followed him around the room, but that was fine. He wanted her to watch him. He finished his mock plundering of the room and moved off to the bedroom. He smiled and chuckled softly to himself when he saw the four poster bed within. Now THAT had possibilities! He slid each drawer of her highboy dresser out, and rummaged around nosily until he found her lingerie drawer. Pretty silk and lace things slipped through his questing paws and he indulged in a quick secondary fantasy about ripping those slight garments from Ayria's supple form. A pair of especially tantalizing panties made their way into his bag. Chris was intensely aware of the insistent pressure against his stomach from his now aching cock. It was time to get down to business. He adjusted himself to a more comfortable position, pushed the drawers back in, and returned to the main room, and Ayria. Ayria hadn't handled his leaving well. She was panting heavily. The stress was wearing on her, and Chris was beginning to discern where her pressure points lay. Her skirt had ridden up even higher on her thighs. Chris was afforded a glimpse of red lace panties that outlined her sex in their tautness. He knelt before her, placing a paw on each thigh and leaned in close enough to smell her sweet breath. "I have what I want. Of your belongings, that is. Do you know what else I want? Go ahead, nod if you understand." Ayria nodded and gulped. She boldly looked him in the eyes, and saw a furnace of lust burning there. A heat she knew was for her. Chris was momentarily taken aback by the direct look. He had to nip this small show of defiance in the bud. She thought she had some control here? He would just see about that! Without breaking the stare, Chris extended a claw and RI I I I I I I I P ED the fabric of her underwear from top to bottom. The sudden noise had the desired effect. Ayria dropped her eyes and her nipples stiffened under the fabric of her top. She began to chew on her lower lip in anticipation of what was about to happen to her. Chris was delighted to see her small pink clit moist and swelling against the downy softness of her netherfur. Chris probed her exposed flesh with an index finger and he was rewarded with an increased dampness between the cat's legs. Chris growled deep in his throat as he removed his wet fingers and licked it slowly. She was sweetness and cinnamon, and he was hard as a rock. He stood up slowly, and unzipped his fly.

He wanted her. Right here, right now.

Ayria's eyes widened and her tail twitched spasmodically behind her. She couldn't suppress a soft mew and Chris sighed deeply. He dug through the small bag that he had placed on the floor and retrieved a fairly long length of leather strapping. He grabbed Ayria's recalcitrant tail and began wrapping it tightly with the strap, starting middle of the strap and overlapping each length so he was left with two equal pieces by the time he has reached the tailtip. He tied the loose ends around her throat snugly, and added a small bow under her chin, just for effect.

Ayria fluttered her eyelids in an effort to bat away the tears that had gathered in the corners of her eyes and threatened to spill over on her cheeks. He lips formed silent cries as she struggles to maintain herself control. Chris had found a weak spot. She was extremely tail sensitive. Her tail tried to twitch of its own accord, but everytime the tail moved it pulled the bow tightly against her throat. She would have to cease her struggle or put herself in danger of choking. Ayria looked as if choking was preferable to having her tail bound. Chris grasped his swollen cock and rubbed it with one paw while deciding what to do about her top. The cleavage there was too good not to enjoy. One quick swipe of a claw split the material in two and all of Ayria's charms were on display for the fox to enjoy. Chris placed his cock in the cleft between her breasts and used both hands to push her furry mounds over his shaft. Rocking his hips slowly, he began to fuck her, and he shivered with the intensity of the pleasure it brought him. When he didn't think he would be able to take it much more without spurting all over, he withdrew his attentions from her breasts and grabbed Ayria by the back of her neck.

"Suck me, slave, lap my cock with your tongue and open your throat to me"

Ayria was glad to oblige. The heat that had been building within her was growing unbearable. She needed to touch him, to please him, to show him how good she was. She lapped and sucked at him eagerly, grateful for the salty cum that finally filled her mouth. She licked her lips as he withdrew from her, and Chris gave her a smile as a reward.

He looked down and noticed that the cat was fairly sitting in a puddle of her own excitement. Even though he had just cum, he was already feeling stirrings of another erection. He remembered the four poster bed in her room and made quick work of untying her hands and paws. He gave her instructions to crawl into the bedroom on all fours, and watched her bottom as she obeyed him.

"Climb up on the bed.......... yep,......... like that........ no........... stay on your stomach." The directions were followed instantly, and Chris retied her arms to the bed. He rump was delicious, and he told her to rise to her knees. After she complied , he slid in behind her and ran a paw up and down her still bound tail. He grasped her bottom with both paws and ran his tongue swiftly up her from behind, eliciting a swift intake of breath from the tigress. She instantly spasmed and quivered as he lapped the sweetness from her. Before her body had stopped shaking from the orgasm, he mounted her from behind and quickly thrust himself into her. His brain almost exploded. She was so hot and wet, so very willing and compliant. He reached around and grasped her breasts, kneading them roughly as he slammed into her, pounding harder and harder until his cries mixed with hers and he collapsed on top of her. Ayria sobbed into the sheets when he withdrew from her. The sudden emptiness filled her with despair.

It took a lot of effort for Chris not to hold and stroke her as she lay trembling under him. That just wouldn't do, so Chris pushed himself off of the bed and without a word he pulled on his pants.

His only admission of tenderness was to kiss each wrist softly as he released it from its bond. He left her staring after him as he gathered his plunder and slipped quickly back out of the window.

Chris popped the top off a cold beer as he sat in his own apartment, staring at nothing, remembering everything. He fingered the fabric of the panties he had taken from Ayria's home and sighed deeply. He wasn't finished with that one, not by any means.

Chapter 2

Chris was grinning with excitement when he finished his phone call. The artist was more than willing to hold a private class for Chris and his lady friend Saturday next. Now the trick would be to convince Ayria that the date would be fun. He dialed the number by memory this time.

RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! Ayria jumped about three feet in the air as the old fashioned phone rang. He sister, Toraneko kept bugging her to buy a new one , but Ayria like the collectable aspect to the ancient rotary dial phone, shrill ring and all. Like any good girl, she let it ring three times before she picked up the receiver.

She heard Chris say hello and her breath instantly quickened. Ayria was still plagued by daydreams concerning the activities of the other evening.

"So what are you doing next Saturday, Ayria?"

The rules for dating flashed through her brain quickly, but Ayria heard herself admit to having nothing planned before she could disengage her mouth. She knew that after Wednesday one should never acknowledge not having weekend plans. It was useless. Ayria wasn't much good at rules anyway. Not those kind at least.

She hung up the phone after the quick conversation and wondered what Chris had up his sleeve this time. And how the HELL she was going to be able to stand waiting almost three whole days to find out.

*******Saturday************

Chris opened the door of the studio and a tiny bell tinkled and announced their arrival. Ayria looked around and was impressed with the size and the brightness of the space. She still had no idea why she was there, but Chris promised her that she would have a new experience. It sounded a bit cryptic, but Ayria was a curious kitty.

A very tall-feather winged equine clomped towards them and extended a hoof in greeting.

"You must be Ayria and Chris. Well met, as they say. Please, let me show you around. I'm Shadow-Walker." His smile was open and engaging. Ayria was charmed. He was a terrific looking guy and his mane feathers were stunning. She remembered her manners and concentrated on the artwork she was being shown.

An inking of suspicion was beginning to form in her mind. Shadow Walker made masks. All kinds of masks. She felt like she was looking at a small slice of mardi gras.

Some of the larger pieces appeared to be full sized body moldings, then decorated to look like their models, or a fantasy version of themselves. She smirked and poked Chris in the ribs as she noticed just how the castings emphasized every feature of their original owner. The package on a large black panther was,well, large!

Shadow-Walker busied himself gathering the materials he would need to show the furs how to make castings of themselves. He knew the plan was for him to demonstrate on Chris, then Chris would do Ayria. Shad pointed out a tall stool for Chris to sit on and Chris obliged by hopping right up. Ayria pulled up another stool to watch, careful to move her tail out of the way before she sat down. She giggled a little as Chris smeared vaseline all over his face, but she soon saw why.

The process was interesting. First a strip of gauze coated with a layer of plaster of paris type material was dipped in water. Then the sodden bandage was laid carefully on the face, starting with the forehead. Careful probing fingers gently molded the material to the face and then another strip was added on, slightly overlapping the first. The mouth and nose were particularly difficult, as were the eyes. But after a few minutes, the mask hardened and could be removed, and what was left was a perfect replica of the models face. After some refining, the mask could be decorated in any number of ways.

Ayria clapped her hands in glee as the mask came off of Chris. He wiped his eyes clear of the lubricant that aided in the ease of removing the plaster mask and walked to the sink to wash up. Ayria jumped up on the seat just vacated and bounced in glee.

"My Turn! My turn!"

Chris wiped his fur dry and nodded to Ayria.

"Oh yes my dear, it is your turn all right."

Chris didn't mention the intense helpless feeling he experienced while his eyes and mouth were completely covered and useless. He knew it was going to happen, but he hated it. He never played the sub. He needed to be in control and he was anxious to begin working on Ayria's casting. It would be much more entertaining!

Ayria smeared the Vaseline on her face and paid careful attention to her whiskers. That would hurt to get pulled! Chris began cutting the strips for her face and gently placed each strip on, watching Ayria's reaction as he began to cover her eyes. Just as he expected she wasn't quite prepared for the sudden darkness. It was almost like being temporarily blind. He did the next strips quickly and then it was time to seal her mouth. Her lower lip trembled and he had to place a warning finger on the lip to calm it.

"Shhhhhhhhhhh....Stop moving or I can't get the outline of those luscious lips."

Once he had her covered he stepped back to admire his handiwork. She looked so terribly vulnerable like that, her whole face hidden from him. He was free to stare at her body without her knowing she was being appraised. He loved looking at her. She was beautifully made. Slightly shorter than was fashionable, and busty as all hell without being out of proportion. Nary a stripe marred her chest fur either. Her waist was tiny and her hip generous. Ayria's photo could be next to the definition of an hourglass figure. She had very few stripes on her face and body, but her tail was heavily marked. It was striking, and it was cute. He imagined that she hated it, never realizing how unique it made her.

Chris shook himself out of his reverie and remembered that Shadow Walker was still lingering around.

"Hey dude, I think I can handle it from here."

Shad winked and went into the bedroom to watch some t.v. while the pair finished up their session.

Chris walked around Ayria slowly, looking at how her clothes were fastened. Luckily for him, she had worn a simple dress that tied at the back of the neck to their date. He pulled the loose end of the knot and watched as the top portion slipped down and off of her breasts. Her nipples perked and tightened at the cool air that suddenly caressed them. Chris felt the familiar pull in his groin at the site of those beautiful mounds. He reached out and pinched both nipples firmly. Ayria sat straight up and her tail flicked from side to side uneasily. He slid her dress off of her hips and maneuvered the slip of a thing off of her completely without making her stand up. Pretty damn talented, he thought to himself!

Chris covered his hands with Vaseline and began to rub Ayria down completely with the stuff. He lingered on her soft nether lips and stroked the clit for just a tortuous moment. He toyed with her puckered ass and slipped half of a finger into her. Bandages or no, she managed a mewl and quivered beneath his touch. He helped her to stand up.

The plaster strips went on easily and soon Ayria was covered from head to pawpad. By the time her body was wrapped, her faces mask was ready to be removed. Chris gave her a few more moments to enjoy the full body binding, and he even went so far as to whisper a few dirty nothing in her ear as to what he would like to do to her when he could get at her.

He helped her wriggle free of the facemask and she blinked and at the sudden bright light. Ayria licked her lips and Chris brought her a clean cloth to wipe her off her face. She looked down at her body, and almost giggled. A sharp look from Chris stifled that instinct. Chris knew it would be a few more minutes before her body cast was set, so he tried to think of something to entertain himself and to make Ayria drool. The insistent thumping of his cock on his belly gave him an idea. He slowly unzipped his pants and took his swollen cock into his hand. A little Vaseline made things easy as he stroked himself in full view of the bound tigress. He move close to her and as his breathing got heavier, and as he felt himself nearing orgasm, he backed up just enough to be able to aim his spurt. He grabbed the back of her head and tipped her head down just enough to catch his jism right in her lips and mouth. Ayria lapped greedily and her eyes glazed over as she tasted his masculine essence.

She was really ready for this cast to come off!

Chris carefully cut the back of the body cast and peeled it off of her fur. He helped her wriggle and squirm out of the thing and soon it was off. Ayria had to laugh at the perfect imprint of her hard nipples. Chris explained that the casting could be glued back shut in the back and filled to make a statue of her body. Ayria GAPED!

"You are gonna do that of me?" she asked.

"Well, not exactly. Shadow Walker is actually going to make it.

Ayria laughed and threw her still goopy arms around Chris's neck.

"That's the sweetest thing ever! I'll put it in my living room and shock my sister and my parents when they come over!"

“ Ayria, from what I hear of your sister, she's always shocked by you!

Chris helped Ayria to clean up as best as she could, then he helped her to put her dress back on. He called out to Shad that it was safe to come out now, totally unaware that the equine had been peeking the whole time.

Chris and Ayria thanked Shad for the 'instructions' and left quickly. Both wanted to get back to Ayria's apartment and get into a nice hot shower. Not that either fur needed to be any hotter. This was going to be one HOT night.