A flustered Rutger stood in the hallway between the kitchen and living room, nervously fumbling with new scarf Alicia had given him to wear (previously part of her bikini ensemble), after the previous session had caused it to get rather damp and sticky. His captor had gone off to change into a different getup once more, leaving him to wonder how he would spend the evening. More specifically, how he would be tied for the evening.
“Your mind’s just racing, I can tell!” Alicia teasingly announced her return, now wearing an alluring set of lingerie that stopped Rutger’s breath for a few seconds. “And I can also tell you like my evening wear, you’re such a flatterer.” She put down the ropes she was carrying on the kitchen counter and grabbed Rutger’s paws away from his scarf loincloth and squeezed them gently. “I have an interesting challenge for you, hun~” The raccoon stammered in response, cheeks blushing and mind racing. “It’s simple, really.” Still holding Rutger’s paws in one of hers, the other sneaked towards her captive’s hip, stealthily undoing the knot on his scarf while she explained her plans. “I am going to hogtie you, put you down here, and then watch with great pleasure while you struggle towards me in the living room~”
She pulled Rutger’s waist scarf away, whirling him around 180 degrees. “But there’s a catch, of course. You will have to make it to me within an hour, and if you don’t make it…” She chuckled ominously, while starting to wind her ropes around his arms. “Th-then what?” A flustered raccoon gulped when he was spun back around, his hands now tightly tied behind him and shocked to see that Alicia was balling up the scarf he had been wearing. “A-Alicia, wait! If I don’t make then what will happ-nnnmmph! Wmmph!” But the kinky cat was already packing his maw with silk, giggling mischievously. “Remember that exquisite leather bench I had you pegged and milked on all morning? Disappoint me now, and you’ll be squirming on it all. Night. Long.” She punctuated her words by prodding the whimpering raccoon’s mouthstuffing. “Awww~ Don’t fret, sweetie. I have every confidence you can do it! Just be a dear for me and hold that scarf in your mouth, I’ll bind it in place for you soon~” Her gentle, sultry touch guided Rutger onto his knees, then making him lie down on his stomach. “Mmmnnph…”
With how thoroughly it filled his mouth, it was kind of difficult for the ringtail too keep in all the silk packing, which had a decent part bulging out, especially as Alicia worked to tie his legs and put him in a strict hogtie. “There, that should hold you for a good long while~” She then squatted down in front of her prisoner, poking the loose stuffing back into his maw. “Let’s get your mouth fixed up~” The frisky feline laid out two of the white thigh-high stockings that frequently adorned her legs (the same ones from this morning, in fact) in front of the bound raccoon, folding the first into a thick pad that she placed into the second one, which she then tied into a sizable knot in the middle of the stocking. The large silk scarf was pushed deep into Rutger’s mouth by the thick cotton knot his kidnapper also crammed into his maw and secured by looping the ends of the stocking around his face and knotting it firmly. “Grrmmph…” Lastly, she folded a smaller chiffon scarf that she tied over his gagged muzzle. “There, nice and quiet. Just how I like you best~”
The sultry kidnapper placed a soft kiss on her ringtail’s forehead before sauntering into the living room, pulling up a chair to lounge on. “Allright, sweetie~ Look over there.” She brushed her hair out of her eyes and in the same graceful gesture, indicated the large clock hanging on the wall, which was indicating just over 9:15. “You have until ten to get to me. That’s you’re cue, honey. Hop to it~!”
“Hmmf! Grmmmn…mmf!” Rutger wriggled in his strict hogtie, finding to his shock he could only shuffle forward a millimetre at a time, two if he was lucky. “Mmmph…” What was more, with the raccoon being entirely nude as he wormed over the floor, the soft carpet of the living room brushed against his exposed shaft, tip and balls, keeping the ringtail quite excited during his daunting task. “My, you’re not making much progress.” The smug purring slithered through the room. “Is this your way of telling me that you actually want to spend all night being milked? Because that can be arranged~” The raccoon made muffled protests, shook his head in panic and doubled his efforts. Alicia merely leaned back, crossing her legs with a satisfied smirk. “Either way I’m getting quite the show~”
OVER HALF AN HOUR LATER
The helpless raccoon laid at his captor’s feet, out of breath, sweaty and blushing profusely: he made it, just in time. “You impressed me, handsome~ You even had a few minutes to spare~” Alicia gently massaged her captive’s rump with the front of her exquisite heeled shoes. “Wouldn’t it be a waste to untie you right now? Ah! I know!” “Mmmnph?” “If you could actually untie that lovely hogtie of yours within the next hour, I might actually let you sleep as a free ‘coon!” “Rllmmh?” “Yes, indeed~ Just have at it!” “Gmmmdmmnph.” “Come now, you only need to get your feet loose from your hands, that’s all. Or do I need to reinstate your previous punishment?” “Mmmmmnph…” “Good boy~”
