With her entourage in tow, lady Aisika returned to her abode after a pleasant afternoon in town. Three of her servant girls were carrying supplies, but most important to her was her favourite geisha, Yuki. She adored parading the cat boy around the busy market on a short leash, as she browsed the most luxurious supplies, jewels and silks her riches could afford. “How fortunate we are, Yuki~” The daimyo put down her sake bowl on the wooden terrace overlooking her gardens. “Are you still comfortable, my dear~?” The geisha squirmed and purred, as his mistress was binding him up in coils of lush silk bondage ropes. “Nnf~ Yes, Wakaida-sama, very much so~” The boy indeed greatly enjoyed Aisika’s immodest pasttimes and the great care she put into it, and so offered no resistance as she made him bow forward to be tied into a snug bundle. Being trussed up so thoroughly was a wonderful sensation to Yuki, offering a respite from the busy days at the geisha house, and dangers of his double life as a ronin.
“Mmmmh, I can tell~” Aisika smiled, stroking her captive’s muzzle. “I hope you will enjoy having your cute mouth silenced just as much~” The hunched over kitten felt the breasts of his mistress press into his neck as she leaned over, sniffing his hair as she reached for a pile of fabrics right next to him. First was a large printed handkerchief, a tenugui, made from the finest cotton that Aisika gently stuffed, folded and packed into Yuki’s mouth. “Mmmhoh~ Ohmmph~” The fabric filled his maw quite thoroughly, and that was before the lady took a second of these cloths, folded it into a band with a large knot in the middle that got pushed past his lips as well and knotted at the back of the felines head, under his lush black hair. “A perfect fit~ Now to cover it up~” The Daimyo purred approvingly, reaching for a silk wrapping cloth that was tied over his lower face. A second of these wrapping cloths then was wrapped over just his gagged lips, forming an extremely effective, yet comfortable, gag. But the frisky feudal lady was far from done.
Yuki let out a muffled squeak of surprise as a colourful folded obi appeared before him and was pulled snuggly over his muzzle. “Aww, it suits you~ But you didn’t think I would stop there, did you~?” Aisika cooed, swaddling her favourite geisha’s snout with two more of the silken sashes before finally being satisfied. “Mf… ng… hm~” The young cat tested out his muffling while his mistress carefully draped his long hair over the knots of his many gag layers, which indeed were astonishingly effective at silencing his voice. “Ssh~ There, there~” The Daimyo whispered as she tipped her huddled-up prisoner over onto her lap and began softly stroking his hair. “You’ve been working yourself too hard, little Ronin~ It’s time you just calmed down and did nothing~” The noblewoman chuckled to herself. “Not that you are able to do much like this~”
“Now rest, Yuki-kun, you will need it for the exciting plans I have for the evening~”
