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The session hadn’t even started yet and Simone already felt like trash her Mistress was obligated to put up with. What a lucky girl she was!\n\n\tJustine started this session like any other. A quick yank on the hair to drag the pay-pet to her feet, and then an inspection. She looked over the hair, careful to fix the various strands that didn’t stay down and smacking the bad little munk on the face for her failure to properly comb. Another came for the bad makeup. It only took Simone a few sessions to learn what each of these blows was for. It was simple, after all. If she fucked up, she got hit. It was the only way a living Pop Rock like her was going to learn.\n\n\t“God, you can’t get one thing right, can you slut?” Justine huffed the smoky breath right into her doll’s face. “Even something as simple as shoes. How hard is it to come here wearing some cheap stripper heels?”\n\n\t“B-but I don’t own any heels, Mistress” Simone swallowed. The permanent smile on her face turned fearful as the otter woman’s paw wrapped around her throat. “A ditz like you doesn’t own stripper heels? Well call the fucking presses. I figured half your closet would be nothing but that. Maybe you should go out and blow a few guys for some pumps. I’m sure there are plenty who’d give those glittery lips a good hard fuck.” \n\n\tThat threat alone caused Simone to whimper. She didn’t think her Mistress would ever ‘really’ make her beg sex from some stranger. Though if she did want to pimp the little fuck puppet out it would only be right. But that money should be going to Mistress before it went to something silly like high heeled shoes. Even her fuzzy candy brain didn’t know why anyone liked those.\n\n\t“Well, either way that’s not why we’re here today.” Justine sighed. “Today we’re going to see if you can do the simplest thing for someone like you without fucking it up. Something that ‘should’ come natural to a slut like you.”\n\n\t“Y-yes Miss?” Simone whimpered. “Anything you want. Naturally!”\n\n\tJustine gripped the silly rodent by her naturally floofy headfur and twisted her attention towards a spot in the corner. One that usually had a place for chain rigging already set up. But this time had a large brass pole shoved into a hole in the floor and ceiling. Cheap gym mats put up around the base of it.\n\n\t“M-mistress?” Simone yelped. That shock met with a hard swat on the ass. “Sorry!”\n\n\t“You should be.” Justine huffed “I know you look more like a cam-girl but even you should have it in you to show off on a pole. It’s your natural fucking habitat. Right?”\n\n\tBefore Simone could answer she was kicked hard in the rump. 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Heavy techno strains began to play from its dinky speakers. It was a song Simone recognized, oddly enough. One done for the Hazbin Hotel show. A song of addiction, of longing, of helplessness.\n\n\tAll things Simone wished to feel forever under her Mistress!\n\n\tWith the few times she’d watched that video and blurry images of video game strip clubs in her mind for reference, Simone began to lean on the pole. She humped and writhed her body awkwardly with the music. Pushing up and down with deep, painful leg presses. Sandwiching those fake tits over the cold brass bar and bucking her chest in a motion even the most oblivious nun would recognize as painfully sexual.\n\n\tA few difficult twists around the pole turned into a struggle to stay standing. She stopped and tried to keep from planting on her face. Her rump wiggling and tail waggling as she struggled and fumbled to pull off the tube top. \n\n\tIt was harder than it looked, and never looked all that easy. Harder still to keep pace and beat with the song. The top soon came free and her ‘chest’ was exposed. Silicon rubber tits that might actually make her look like some cheap webslut if they didn't clash entirely with her fur. She attempted to toss the tubetop from the tip of her fingers towards her Mistress, getting it broadly in that general direction, but only just. \n\n\tShe turned around and tried her best to copy what movements she remembered. Bending and dipping her knees hard before standing up as quickly as she could. The motion hurt after the first couple of times. It would be so much easier if she could just sit there with a webcam pointed at her rear and hammer away with one of her more exotic ‘monster’ dildos. \n\n\tShe was a dutiful girl ditz, though. Lifting a leg about twenty degrees from her standing body and trying to dip down. Pulling herself back up frantically with both hands once she’d fully hit her low point. One paw reached down to pull and tug at the zipper of that skirt. Yanking it down and letting the skirt drop. Except it didn't drop. It got tangled on the thong when her leg dropped and Simone was forced to let go of the pole to fuss it free. Then the attempt to lift it up with her leg nearly tripped her. A few hard stretches from reflex and she finally stepped out of the thing, the kick far less ‘sexy’ and far more fueled by frustration in the end.\n\n\tCollapse. A few hurried panting breaths. She finally managed to get free though and turned quickly to grip the shiny brass. Her tongue lulled out and she began to snake her way up, licking along the pole as she went. Eyes on Mistress. This was less sexy than Simone wanted when the bitter taste of brass and whatever else was on the pole hit her tongue. It was a brand new sensation. Not a pleasant one. Not one she’d wish on anyone. It did draw a snicker from Mistress. Probably not the kind of pleasure she was supposed to give, though.\n\n\tFinally she leaned back and began to rub her caged little clit against the metal. Bits of stainless steel poked out from around the fabric and tinked with a set of wriggling hip thrusts. IT did feel so wonderfully slutty having those fake pigtails hanging out there. She felt cute. She felt fuckable. She felt like a cute little sex toy and she was ready to just get abused and ravaged until she was laying bruised and used in a puddle of jizz and shame.\n\n\tAt last the thong came off. Her little clit on full display in all its metal clad glory. She wrapped her arms around the pole and shoved her ass out, offering it, one arm reaching back so she could spread it out wide and show off that little hole. Wordlessly offering it up while waving her head from side to side to get those pig tails moving.\n\n\tSomewhere in the movements, her Mistress had gotten up. Simone wasn’t quite sure when. She felt paws on her hips. 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The session hadn’t even started yet and Simone already felt like trash her Mistress was obligated to put up with. What a lucky girl she was!\n\n\tJustine started this session like any other. A quick yank on the hair to drag the pay-pet to her feet, and then an inspection. She looked over the hair, careful to fix the various strands that didn’t stay down and smacking the bad little munk on the face for her failure to properly comb. Another came for the bad makeup. It only took Simone a few sessions to learn what each of these blows was for. It was simple, after all. If she fucked up, she got hit. It was the only way a living Pop Rock like her was going to learn.\n\n\t“God, you can’t get one thing right, can you slut?” Justine huffed the smoky breath right into her doll’s face. “Even something as simple as shoes. How hard is it to come here wearing some cheap stripper heels?”\n\n\t“B-but I don’t own any heels, Mistress” Simone swallowed. The permanent smile on her face turned fearful as the otter woman’s paw wrapped around her throat. “A ditz like you doesn’t own stripper heels? Well call the fucking presses. I figured half your closet would be nothing but that. Maybe you should go out and blow a few guys for some pumps. I’m sure there are plenty who’d give those glittery lips a good hard fuck.” \n\n\tThat threat alone caused Simone to whimper. She didn’t think her Mistress would ever ‘really’ make her beg sex from some stranger. Though if she did want to pimp the little fuck puppet out it would only be right. But that money should be going to Mistress before it went to something silly like high heeled shoes. Even her fuzzy candy brain didn’t know why anyone liked those.\n\n\t“Well, either way that’s not why we’re here today.” Justine sighed. “Today we’re going to see if you can do the simplest thing for someone like you without fucking it up. Something that ‘should’ come natural to a slut like you.”\n\n\t“Y-yes Miss?” Simone whimpered. “Anything you want. Naturally!”\n\n\tJustine gripped the silly rodent by her naturally floofy headfur and twisted her attention towards a spot in the corner. One that usually had a place for chain rigging already set up. But this time had a large brass pole shoved into a hole in the floor and ceiling. Cheap gym mats put up around the base of it.\n\n\t“M-mistress?” Simone yelped. That shock met with a hard swat on the ass. “Sorry!”\n\n\t“You should be.” Justine huffed “I know you look more like a cam-girl but even you should have it in you to show off on a pole. It’s your natural fucking habitat. Right?”\n\n\tBefore Simone could answer she was kicked hard in the rump. There was no way she could stumble herself all the way over to the mats, so it was a good thing she was able to right herself before hand.\n\n\tOne of the chairs used during pole and lap dances had been brought in, and Justine placed it close to the pole. She sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and pulled out her phone. A few drags on her clove cigarette to show her disinterest. There were no further orders. Then again there didn’t really need to be. This was going to be the session, apparently. Poor Simone just hoped she didn’t do too poorly. She was set up for failure, but it didn’t have to be ‘too’ bad.\n\n\tShe paced her way up to the pole, gripping it nervously with one paw. She licked at her sparkly pink lip gloss for a few moments, only to wince from a loud snap of Mistress’ fingers. \n\n\t“Wait” She snapped “I almost forgot.” Justine pulled herself up and made her way over to one of the many storage cabinets. A few moments later she was walking towards Simone carrying a cotton candy pink wig with pigtails going down past Simone’s ass at least. Pure anime girl hair. Something absolutely ridiculous.\n\n\tMistress wasn’t gentle. Combs and clips built into the wig made their way into Simone’s natural headfur. The sorry excuses for pigtails were tucked and the netting of the wig was pulled until the whole thing clung to her scalp like a poorly fitted second skin. Mistress snickered, took a picture, and quickly turned the camera to show her.\n\n\tIt was a cam girl. Not even an interesting one. The kind of cheap, generic look from cam girls who didn’t really want to be doing this and who would give up in a week. The fact that Simone knew that meant she was probably watching way too much porn. The shame of it all made her blush as she mouthed a tiny “Thank you Mistress” to Justine.\n\n\tThe otter was unphased. She moved back to her chair, sat down, and poked on her phone for a few moments. Heavy techno strains began to play from its dinky speakers. It was a song Simone recognized, oddly enough. One done for the Hazbin Hotel show. A song of addiction, of longing, of helplessness.\n\n\tAll things Simone wished to feel forever under her Mistress!\n\n\tWith the few times she’d watched that video and blurry images of video game strip clubs in her mind for reference, Simone began to lean on the pole. She humped and writhed her body awkwardly with the music. Pushing up and down with deep, painful leg presses. Sandwiching those fake tits over the cold brass bar and bucking her chest in a motion even the most oblivious nun would recognize as painfully sexual.\n\n\tA few difficult twists around the pole turned into a struggle to stay standing. She stopped and tried to keep from planting on her face. Her rump wiggling and tail waggling as she struggled and fumbled to pull off the tube top. \n\n\tIt was harder than it looked, and never looked all that easy. Harder still to keep pace and beat with the song. The top soon came free and her ‘chest’ was exposed. Silicon rubber tits that might actually make her look like some cheap webslut if they didn't clash entirely with her fur. She attempted to toss the tubetop from the tip of her fingers towards her Mistress, getting it broadly in that general direction, but only just. \n\n\tShe turned around and tried her best to copy what movements she remembered. Bending and dipping her knees hard before standing up as quickly as she could. The motion hurt after the first couple of times. It would be so much easier if she could just sit there with a webcam pointed at her rear and hammer away with one of her more exotic ‘monster’ dildos. \n\n\tShe was a dutiful girl ditz, though. Lifting a leg about twenty degrees from her standing body and trying to dip down. Pulling herself back up frantically with both hands once she’d fully hit her low point. One paw reached down to pull and tug at the zipper of that skirt. Yanking it down and letting the skirt drop. Except it didn't drop. It got tangled on the thong when her leg dropped and Simone was forced to let go of the pole to fuss it free. Then the attempt to lift it up with her leg nearly tripped her. A few hard stretches from reflex and she finally stepped out of the thing, the kick far less ‘sexy’ and far more fueled by frustration in the end.\n\n\tCollapse. A few hurried panting breaths. She finally managed to get free though and turned quickly to grip the shiny brass. Her tongue lulled out and she began to snake her way up, licking along the pole as she went. Eyes on Mistress. This was less sexy than Simone wanted when the bitter taste of brass and whatever else was on the pole hit her tongue. It was a brand new sensation. Not a pleasant one. Not one she’d wish on anyone. It did draw a snicker from Mistress. Probably not the kind of pleasure she was supposed to give, though.\n\n\tFinally she leaned back and began to rub her caged little clit against the metal. Bits of stainless steel poked out from around the fabric and tinked with a set of wriggling hip thrusts. IT did feel so wonderfully slutty having those fake pigtails hanging out there. She felt cute. She felt fuckable. She felt like a cute little sex toy and she was ready to just get abused and ravaged until she was laying bruised and used in a puddle of jizz and shame.\n\n\tAt last the thong came off. Her little clit on full display in all its metal clad glory. She wrapped her arms around the pole and shoved her ass out, offering it, one arm reaching back so she could spread it out wide and show off that little hole. Wordlessly offering it up while waving her head from side to side to get those pig tails moving.\n\n\tSomewhere in the movements, her Mistress had gotten up. Simone wasn’t quite sure when. She felt paws on her hips. 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In hindsight he could tell that she wasn’t enjoying any of it. But serving her, being there for her, worshiping her. That in and of itself was good. It was ‘right’. It was what he wanted.\n\n\tBut if Jeanette was what Mistress wanted, then he’d just have to work on her. Though as he looked down a small part of Simon wondered how much a set of those silicon fake tits would be.\n"
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There was no way she could stumble herself all the way over to the mats, so it was a good thing she was able to right herself before hand.\n\n\tOne of the chairs used during pole and lap dances had been brought in, and Justine placed it close to the pole. She sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and pulled out her phone. A few drags on her clove cigarette to show her disinterest. There were no further orders. Then again there didn’t really need to be. This was going to be the session, apparently. Poor Simone just hoped she didn’t do too poorly. She was set up for failure, but it didn’t have to be ‘too’ bad.\n\n\tShe paced her way up to the pole, gripping it nervously with one paw. She licked at her sparkly pink lip gloss for a few moments, only to wince from a loud snap of Mistress’ fingers. \n\n\t“Wait” She snapped “I almost forgot.” Justine pulled herself up and made her way over to one of the many storage cabinets. A few moments later she was walking towards Simone carrying a cotton candy pink wig with pigtails going down past Simone’s ass at least. Pure anime girl hair. Something absolutely ridiculous.\n\n\tMistress wasn’t gentle. Combs and clips built into the wig made their way into Simone’s natural headfur. The sorry excuses for pigtails were tucked and the netting of the wig was pulled until the whole thing clung to her scalp like a poorly fitted second skin. Mistress snickered, took a picture, and quickly turned the camera to show her.\n\n\tIt was a cam girl. Not even an interesting one. The kind of cheap, generic look from cam girls who didn’t really want to be doing this and who would give up in a week. The fact that Simone knew that meant she was probably watching way too much porn. The shame of it all made her blush as she mouthed a tiny “Thank you Mistress” to Justine.\n\n\tThe otter was unphased. She moved back to her chair, sat down, and poked on her phone for a few moments. Heavy techno strains began to play from its dinky speakers. It was a song Simone recognized, oddly enough. One done for the Hazbin Hotel show. A song of addiction, of longing, of helplessness.\n\n\tAll things Simone wished to feel forever under her Mistress!\n\n\tWith the few times she’d watched that video and blurry images of video game strip clubs in her mind for reference, Simone began to lean on the pole. She humped and writhed her body awkwardly with the music. Pushing up and down with deep, painful leg presses. Sandwiching those fake tits over the cold brass bar and bucking her chest in a motion even the most oblivious nun would recognize as painfully sexual.\n\n\tA few difficult twists around the pole turned into a struggle to stay standing. She stopped and tried to keep from planting on her face. Her rump wiggling and tail waggling as she struggled and fumbled to pull off the tube top. \n\n\tIt was harder than it looked, and never looked all that easy. Harder still to keep pace and beat with the song. The top soon came free and her ‘chest’ was exposed. Silicon rubber tits that might actually make her look like some cheap webslut if they didn't clash entirely with her fur. She attempted to toss the tubetop from the tip of her fingers towards her Mistress, getting it broadly in that general direction, but only just. \n\n\tShe turned around and tried her best to copy what movements she remembered. Bending and dipping her knees hard before standing up as quickly as she could. The motion hurt after the first couple of times. It would be so much easier if she could just sit there with a webcam pointed at her rear and hammer away with one of her more exotic ‘monster’ dildos. \n\n\tShe was a dutiful girl ditz, though. Lifting a leg about twenty degrees from her standing body and trying to dip down. Pulling herself back up frantically with both hands once she’d fully hit her low point. One paw reached down to pull and tug at the zipper of that skirt. Yanking it down and letting the skirt drop. Except it didn't drop. It got tangled on the thong when her leg dropped and Simone was forced to let go of the pole to fuss it free. Then the attempt to lift it up with her leg nearly tripped her. A few hard stretches from reflex and she finally stepped out of the thing, the kick far less ‘sexy’ and far more fueled by frustration in the end.\n\n\tCollapse. A few hurried panting breaths. She finally managed to get free though and turned quickly to grip the shiny brass. Her tongue lulled out and she began to snake her way up, licking along the pole as she went. Eyes on Mistress. This was less sexy than Simone wanted when the bitter taste of brass and whatever else was on the pole hit her tongue. It was a brand new sensation. Not a pleasant one. Not one she’d wish on anyone. It did draw a snicker from Mistress. Probably not the kind of pleasure she was supposed to give, though.\n\n\tFinally she leaned back and began to rub her caged little clit against the metal. Bits of stainless steel poked out from around the fabric and tinked with a set of wriggling hip thrusts. IT did feel so wonderfully slutty having those fake pigtails hanging out there. She felt cute. She felt fuckable. She felt like a cute little sex toy and she was ready to just get abused and ravaged until she was laying bruised and used in a puddle of jizz and shame.\n\n\tAt last the thong came off. Her little clit on full display in all its metal clad glory. She wrapped her arms around the pole and shoved her ass out, offering it, one arm reaching back so she could spread it out wide and show off that little hole. Wordlessly offering it up while waving her head from side to side to get those pig tails moving.\n\n\tSomewhere in the movements, her Mistress had gotten up. Simone wasn’t quite sure when. She felt paws on her hips. She felt a finger brush along that tight little pucker. She felt a tent in that skirt rubbing between those cheeks. There was no way anything could go in. Not that it would, not here. Not like this. But if it did. God, if it did.\n\n\tThe world turned upside down. One shove from Justine put her on her ass. Looking up as Justine stepped on that caged clit and scoffed. “Bullshit.” She scoffed “that was pathetic. Maybe next time, you should try doing it in stripper heels.”\n\n\tSimone nodded and whimpered. Tears in her eyes. Moaning. Croaking out a tiny little “Yes Mistress”.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tZoning out in class again. Simon was used to it by this point. The more actual experience he had in accounting the more mundane most of this all seemed to him. So now his brain just went to random perversions. Or in this case, a memory.\n\n\tIt wasn’t the last time he was Simone. If he were to be honest it was kinda fun, and kinda cute. It wasn’t what Mistress wanted. In hindsight he could tell that she wasn’t enjoying any of it. But serving her, being there for her, worshiping her. That in and of itself was good. It was ‘right’. It was what he wanted.\n\n\tBut if Jeanette was what Mistress wanted, then he’d just have to work on her. Though as he looked down a small part of Simon wondered how much a set of those silicon fake tits would be.\n"
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"description": "Fun fact, I wrote this chapter after quite a few others. I put it off as long a possible and it's super short. However I am oddly happy-ish with it."
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"writing": "Leashed Chapter 11: Fake\nBy TerraMGP\n\n\t“Hello Mistress!”\n\n\tSimone was oh so quick to chirp out her greeting. Quicker still to drop on her knees and kiss the big buckled platform shoes of her gothy goddess. The munk was a cute enough thing, modeled after the divine saint Belle Delphine. Poorly applied E-girl makeup and her hair done up in pigtails. A pink micro skirt with a thong under it, along with a tube top that helped mask the large C cup fake tits she sported. A close approximation of her primary fur color with none of the markings to indicate a chipmunk.\n\n\tBut that was ok. She was candy. She was a sparkly little thing for Mistress to play with. Which made her wonder what they’d be playing today.\n\n\tJustine looked annoyed as always. The goth goddess put the sole of one boot on the back of Simone’s head and grumbled while taking a hard drag on a clove cigarette. “God you’re insufferable sometimes. You know that?” She huffed. The session hadn’t even started yet and Simone already felt like trash her Mistress was obligated to put up with. What a lucky girl she was!\n\n\tJustine started this session like any other. A quick yank on the hair to drag the pay-pet to her feet, and then an inspection. She looked over the hair, careful to fix the various strands that didn’t stay down and smacking the bad little munk on the face for her failure to properly comb. Another came for the bad makeup. It only took Simone a few sessions to learn what each of these blows was for. It was simple, after all. If she fucked up, she got hit. It was the only way a living Pop Rock like her was going to learn.\n\n\t“God, you can’t get one thing right, can you slut?” Justine huffed the smoky breath right into her doll’s face. “Even something as simple as shoes. How hard is it to come here wearing some cheap stripper heels?”\n\n\t“B-but I don’t own any heels, Mistress” Simone swallowed. The permanent smile on her face turned fearful as the otter woman’s paw wrapped around her throat. “A ditz like you doesn’t own stripper heels? Well call the fucking presses. I figured half your closet would be nothing but that. Maybe you should go out and blow a few guys for some pumps. I’m sure there are plenty who’d give those glittery lips a good hard fuck.” \n\n\tThat threat alone caused Simone to whimper. She didn’t think her Mistress would ever ‘really’ make her beg sex from some stranger. Though if she did want to pimp the little fuck puppet out it would only be right. But that money should be going to Mistress before it went to something silly like high heeled shoes. Even her fuzzy candy brain didn’t know why anyone liked those.\n\n\t“Well, either way that’s not why we’re here today.” Justine sighed. “Today we’re going to see if you can do the simplest thing for someone like you without fucking it up. Something that ‘should’ come natural to a slut like you.”\n\n\t“Y-yes Miss?” Simone whimpered. “Anything you want. Naturally!”\n\n\tJustine gripped the silly rodent by her naturally floofy headfur and twisted her attention towards a spot in the corner. One that usually had a place for chain rigging already set up. But this time had a large brass pole shoved into a hole in the floor and ceiling. Cheap gym mats put up around the base of it.\n\n\t“M-mistress?” Simone yelped. That shock met with a hard swat on the ass. “Sorry!”\n\n\t“You should be.” Justine huffed “I know you look more like a cam-girl but even you should have it in you to show off on a pole. It’s your natural fucking habitat. Right?”\n\n\tBefore Simone could answer she was kicked hard in the rump. There was no way she could stumble herself all the way over to the mats, so it was a good thing she was able to right herself before hand.\n\n\tOne of the chairs used during pole and lap dances had been brought in, and Justine placed it close to the pole. She sat down, crossed one leg over the other, and pulled out her phone. A few drags on her clove cigarette to show her disinterest. There were no further orders. Then again there didn’t really need to be. This was going to be the session, apparently. Poor Simone just hoped she didn’t do too poorly. She was set up for failure, but it didn’t have to be ‘too’ bad.\n\n\tShe paced her way up to the pole, gripping it nervously with one paw. She licked at her sparkly pink lip gloss for a few moments, only to wince from a loud snap of Mistress’ fingers. \n\n\t“Wait” She snapped “I almost forgot.” Justine pulled herself up and made her way over to one of the many storage cabinets. A few moments later she was walking towards Simone carrying a cotton candy pink wig with pigtails going down past Simone’s ass at least. Pure anime girl hair. Something absolutely ridiculous.\n\n\tMistress wasn’t gentle. Combs and clips built into the wig made their way into Simone’s natural headfur. The sorry excuses for pigtails were tucked and the netting of the wig was pulled until the whole thing clung to her scalp like a poorly fitted second skin. Mistress snickered, took a picture, and quickly turned the camera to show her.\n\n\tIt was a cam girl. Not even an interesting one. The kind of cheap, generic look from cam girls who didn’t really want to be doing this and who would give up in a week. The fact that Simone knew that meant she was probably watching way too much porn. The shame of it all made her blush as she mouthed a tiny “Thank you Mistress” to Justine.\n\n\tThe otter was unphased. She moved back to her chair, sat down, and poked on her phone for a few moments. Heavy techno strains began to play from its dinky speakers. It was a song Simone recognized, oddly enough. One done for the Hazbin Hotel show. A song of addiction, of longing, of helplessness.\n\n\tAll things Simone wished to feel forever under her Mistress!\n\n\tWith the few times she’d watched that video and blurry images of video game strip clubs in her mind for reference, Simone began to lean on the pole. She humped and writhed her body awkwardly with the music. Pushing up and down with deep, painful leg presses. Sandwiching those fake tits over the cold brass bar and bucking her chest in a motion even the most oblivious nun would recognize as painfully sexual.\n\n\tA few difficult twists around the pole turned into a struggle to stay standing. She stopped and tried to keep from planting on her face. Her rump wiggling and tail waggling as she struggled and fumbled to pull off the tube top. \n\n\tIt was harder than it looked, and never looked all that easy. Harder still to keep pace and beat with the song. The top soon came free and her ‘chest’ was exposed. Silicon rubber tits that might actually make her look like some cheap webslut if they didn't clash entirely with her fur. She attempted to toss the tubetop from the tip of her fingers towards her Mistress, getting it broadly in that general direction, but only just. \n\n\tShe turned around and tried her best to copy what movements she remembered. Bending and dipping her knees hard before standing up as quickly as she could. The motion hurt after the first couple of times. It would be so much easier if she could just sit there with a webcam pointed at her rear and hammer away with one of her more exotic ‘monster’ dildos. \n\n\tShe was a dutiful girl ditz, though. Lifting a leg about twenty degrees from her standing body and trying to dip down. Pulling herself back up frantically with both hands once she’d fully hit her low point. One paw reached down to pull and tug at the zipper of that skirt. Yanking it down and letting the skirt drop. Except it didn't drop. It got tangled on the thong when her leg dropped and Simone was forced to let go of the pole to fuss it free. Then the attempt to lift it up with her leg nearly tripped her. A few hard stretches from reflex and she finally stepped out of the thing, the kick far less ‘sexy’ and far more fueled by frustration in the end.\n\n\tCollapse. A few hurried panting breaths. She finally managed to get free though and turned quickly to grip the shiny brass. Her tongue lulled out and she began to snake her way up, licking along the pole as she went. Eyes on Mistress. This was less sexy than Simone wanted when the bitter taste of brass and whatever else was on the pole hit her tongue. It was a brand new sensation. Not a pleasant one. Not one she’d wish on anyone. It did draw a snicker from Mistress. Probably not the kind of pleasure she was supposed to give, though.\n\n\tFinally she leaned back and began to rub her caged little clit against the metal. Bits of stainless steel poked out from around the fabric and tinked with a set of wriggling hip thrusts. IT did feel so wonderfully slutty having those fake pigtails hanging out there. She felt cute. She felt fuckable. She felt like a cute little sex toy and she was ready to just get abused and ravaged until she was laying bruised and used in a puddle of jizz and shame.\n\n\tAt last the thong came off. Her little clit on full display in all its metal clad glory. She wrapped her arms around the pole and shoved her ass out, offering it, one arm reaching back so she could spread it out wide and show off that little hole. Wordlessly offering it up while waving her head from side to side to get those pig tails moving.\n\n\tSomewhere in the movements, her Mistress had gotten up. Simone wasn’t quite sure when. She felt paws on her hips. She felt a finger brush along that tight little pucker. She felt a tent in that skirt rubbing between those cheeks. There was no way anything could go in. Not that it would, not here. Not like this. But if it did. God, if it did.\n\n\tThe world turned upside down. One shove from Justine put her on her ass. Looking up as Justine stepped on that caged clit and scoffed. “Bullshit.” She scoffed “that was pathetic. Maybe next time, you should try doing it in stripper heels.”\n\n\tSimone nodded and whimpered. Tears in her eyes. Moaning. Croaking out a tiny little “Yes Mistress”.\n\n--------------------\n\n\tZoning out in class again. Simon was used to it by this point. The more actual experience he had in accounting the more mundane most of this all seemed to him. So now his brain just went to random perversions. Or in this case, a memory.\n\n\tIt wasn’t the last time he was Simone. If he were to be honest it was kinda fun, and kinda cute. It wasn’t what Mistress wanted. In hindsight he could tell that she wasn’t enjoying any of it. But serving her, being there for her, worshiping her. That in and of itself was good. It was ‘right’. It was what he wanted.\n\n\tBut if Jeanette was what Mistress wanted, then he’d just have to work on her. Though as he looked down a small part of Simon wondered how much a set of those silicon fake tits would be.\n"
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