Rutger nervously fidgeted with the remaining bathtowel, left wrapped around his waist. “So… your mother is just like you? All lust and obsessed with bondage?” The thought of a second kinky cat joining their weekend together had the raccoons heart pounding in his throat. “That’s a crude way to put it.” Alicia giggled, preparing coils of cotton ropes on the dinner table. “But not inaccurate~ I mean, why do you think I had you bathe this morning?” The raccoon nodded in response, seeing his captor approach with one of the lengths of rope. “Fair enough, I suppose. Ah, do you want me to hold my wrists straight, cross ‘em, or have them horizontal?” He didn’t realise how accepting he had become to his imprisonment until much later. “Horizontal, please~” The sultry feline gestured with her finger for Rutger to turn around and began coiling the cords around his folded arms. “Some classic rope bondage will make an excellent way to present you to mom~”
The ringtail anxiously squirmed in his tightening bonds, watching his kidnapper squat down to truss up his legs as well. “So, Alicia… when your mother gets here… what do I say to her? Do I need to call her “miss Tabitha”? Should I introduce myself or will you do that for me? I mean, handshakes are difficult at the moment.” An amused Alicia hushed her captive’s nervous ramblings with a finger to his lips. “Now there’s the beauty of it, hun. You won’t have to worry about talking at all!” Rutger immediately understood what point Alicia was trying to make when he saw her fold three handkerchiefs together into a big wad of cloth. “Open up~” “Mmmmnph~” Rutger moaned softly as the kinky cat bound another handkerchief over his muzzle. She then gently held him by his shoulders and sat him down on one of the nearby chairs. “Just get comfy while we wait on her to arrive~” Rutger let out a startled, muffled yelp when the doorbell suddenly rang, much Alicia’s delight. “Nevermind the waiting, she’s here already! Sit tight, sweetie, I’ll be right back~”
Passionate chatter sounded from the hallway and to the raccoon both voices sounded nearly identical. It was quite literally the sound of Alicia happily greeting a slightly deeper and older Alicia. “And here is the little scamp~” The kinky cat stepped in from the hallway, closely followed a second feline lady: fur a fiery orange, clad in a purple and blue dress and a white scarf adorning her golden hair, she even walked in the same fashion as her daughter. “Rutger, meet Tabitha. Mom, meet my favourite bondage toy~” Tabitha sat down next to him, her slender fingers gliding over and closely examining his bonds. “Why, hello, dear~ Aren’t you a cutie~” The compliments made the raccoons blush even worse. “And you’re wearing the classic distressed look very well~” The purring sultry lady brushed against the handkerchief gag that covered his muzzle, while Alicia pulled up a chair beside him, looking quite pleased with herself. “Thank you, that was exactly what I was going for.” “But surely this wasn’t what you had bring all these supplies for, Alli~”
Rutger whimpered into his gag when he saw Alicia’s eager grin. “Of course not! I have a few plans I could use you help for~” Tabitha nodded in approval. “Good, good. What did you want to start with, dear~?”
