Chapter 12
Kat woke up the next morning with a terrible taste in her mouth, a headache and a soreness between her legs to the sound of Foxy in the kitchen. Groaning, she slowly left the bed for the bathroom, where she started to undress, when she remembered that she still was sewn shut.
Fighting the urge to panic, she left and went into the kitchen, where Foxy was cleaning some dishes.
“Oh, morning Kat.”
“Foxy, I think I have a problem.”
“Oh, if you mean your hangover, there is some aspirin in the bathroom closet, and why the hell are you naked in the kitchen?”
“I think I forgot to remove the stitches yesterday, and I don't know what to do.”
“What!”
“What should I do?”
“Slow down Kitten, do I get this right? You forgot to remove the stitches from yesterday's session, where you stood in for the missing model? Why the hell did you not remove them before going to the bar?”
All Meredith got was a shy look to the floor and some mumbled words from her beet red roommate.
“Can you repeat that Kitten?”
“I wanted to know how you felt at the convention, and had planned to remove them after the club, and now I need to go to the toilet.”
All she got in response was exasperated laughter from Foxy, who left the sink and pushed her back to the bathroom.
"Unbelievable. Only you Kitten could get yourself sewn up and then forget to remove the threat before going home. Come on, let me see what I can do. Maybe I should let you be like you are to learn to be more careful.”
“But I really need to use the toilet, and shit...”
“What?”
“The toy from yesterday is still in there.”
That got her just more laughter from her friend.
Back in the bathroom, Foxy had Kat sit on the lid of the toilet while she inspected her pussy.
“Looks clean to me. While you go take a shower, I see what I can do to help you. Don't play with yourself too much, or it could get infected. Just make sure you are clean.”
"Yes, Foxy."
While Kat followed the command, Foxy went to look through the closet for a solution to her Kitten's problem. Spotting what she looked for, she also took some other stuff and put it on the counter, before she waited for Kathrine to finish cleaning herself.
Waiting for Kat, Foxy had an idea and vanished into the bedroom with the things from the bathroom, and prepared the bed for Kat.
“Come on Kitten, I know you are stalling, if you don't hurry I will get creative.”
After Kat got out and dried off, Foxy did not immediately help her with the stitches, but led her to the bedroom, where she instructed her friend to put on her bondage harness and lie down on the bed.
“Hey Foxy, why do you tie makeup? I thought you wanted to free me?”
“Well, at first that was the plan, give me your arm, I want you in your full harness, but then you dilly dallied in the shower, and I got creative. Too tight the bands?”
“No, it's fine, what do you have planned?”
“Well, you said you wanted to know how I felt at the convention. Lie back, I need to bind your legs as well. So I got an idea.”
While they spoke, Foxy first put Kat in the bondage harness that she first wore in Lily's shop, complete with her arms in the reverse prayer position, before Foxy had her lie on her back. After stuffing a few pillows under her victim to make her more comfortable, Foxy continued to first tie her left and then her right leg to her arms, forcing Kat to cross her ankles behind her neck and exposing her stitched up pussy to her friend.
“All ok there Kitten?”
“Yeah, it just pulls at my crotch, but why do you need to tie me up?”
“Fun, you said you liked the feeling, and just had a problem with cramping because you needed to hold the position yourself. Do you still have a headache?”
“No, but what have you planned?”
“Do you remember when you were first in a similar position here in this room, and what we were discussing?”
“Ahh, something about me being naughty and ringing you shut?”
“Right, and I had planned to put a catheter into you, but all I had left was the gag gift. Now Kitten, be honest, do you want the stitches removed because they are uncomfortable, or because you need to pee?”
“The second. Are you going to put one in me now?”
“Only with your permission, and if you want we can even play a little game afterwards. Now are you ready?”
“Uhm, will it hurt?”
“Not if you don't move, oh wait, you are a nice little bundle of Kitten at the moment, so I won't have to worry.”
Swallowing hard, Kat observed how Foxy first cleaned her pussy with some alcohol wipes to the best of her ability, before slowly looking for her peehole.
“Oh, what do we do here, is my little Kitten wet for me, does she want her first catheter?”
Kat just went beet red and tried to squirm, but as bound as she was could only manage a little wiggle, which earned her a chuckle from Foxy. Meanwhile, Meredith prepared the thin catheter and pushed some lube into an empty syringe.
“Ok Kitten, this will be cold and feel weird, but I need you to hold your pee, if not, we will have to clean the bed. Ready?”
“I think so.”
With that, Foxy pushed the plastic tip into her peehole and started to push the geal out of the tube.
“Ugh.”
“I know Kitten, but it won't be long.”
With that, Foxy pulled back the syringe and took the thin hose, showing it to kat.
“Look Kitten, this will make you unable to pee without my permission, does that make you wet?”
“Uhh, maybe a little?”
Laughing softly, Foxy started to push the hose up her hole, making sure the valve at the end was closed to prevent a mess.
“Uhh, that feels weird.”
“I know, just wait for the balloons, this one has two to seal the exit of your bladder.”
Having inserted the whole tube, Foxy first inflated the bladder balloon, preventing the tube from slipping out again, before she pulled the catheter out and inflated the second smaller balloon in Kat's peehole itself, preventing any leakage.
“Uh, I feel like I really must go to the loo, and really stretched. Can you let me go please?”
“I don't know, I kind of like the idea of you being unable to escape, slowly getting desperate to go, hoping for my mercy. What do you say Kitten, interested in hearing what game I had planned?”
“What did you have in mind? I really need to go.”
“Well, I was going to let you lie here, unable to escape, unable to leak, and let you decide when you want to go. But not with words, I was going to put these nice nippleclamps with bells on your tits, and you would have to shake them for me to come.”
“What is the catch?”
“Well, those are some of my old clamps, pretty strong ones to be fair, and the bells are kind of heavy, so it would be pretty uncomfortable to ring them. My plan was for you to stay like this all day, having to ring every time you want something, be it emptying your bladder, something to eat or drink, or even a nice big plug in your ass. What do you say, wanna try?”
“Uhm, but I already need to go?”
“Oh, don't worry, the human bladder can hold over half a litre of liquid, and you start to feel the need to go already at only two hundred mill. Would it be nicer if we add a little wager to the game?”
“What wager?”
"Huh, any idea? The appointment for the collar comes up in a few days, and I had planned to keep you like that till then. What about this, for every half an hour from now that you endure, I will add one needle, skewer or the like to each of my tits, when we visit the artist. The longer you endure, the more I will endure, and to make it fair, you can choose from my collection. Deal?”
“Are you sure I won't injure myself?”
"My word Kitten, you know me, I do some dumb things, but nothing with permanent unintended harm.”
“Fine, you have a wager, hurry up with the bells before I change my mind.”
“That is my Kitten, shy and careful, but ever interested in new things. Ever had clamps on our nipples?”
“No.”
With a chuckle, Foxy took the first clamp with the bell already attached and put on Kat's right nipple, earning a hiss before even letting go and letting Kat's nipple take the full weight.
“Ready for the second one, Kitten?”
“Will it get better?”
“A bit, as long as they don't move, you won't have to worry, but if you ring them, you will feel it, so be patient.”
With that, she addicted the second clamp and before leaving the bedroom, draped a thin blanket over Kat's bound form.
“Have fun Kitten, and if you have a problem just shout, I don't want to endanger you.”
“I know. Thanks for the effort. Maybe you can later take me downstairs and we watch a movie?”
“You do know that it will be painful with those clamps and bells on right?”
“Maybe?”
“Have fun Kitten, I can't wait to feel what you will choose for me.”
With that, Foxy left the bedroom, and only left the door a bit open to better hear her Kitten before going down again to finish cleaning up the kitchen.
Kat meanwhile laid on the bed and concentrated on the myriad emotions and sensations running amok in her body.
Her tits arched from the clamps, and a tentative move of her chest that moved the bells on her nipples left her gasping for air from the pain. At the same time, the pressure in her bladder was maddening, while even as she finally tried to expel the liquid just led to her confirmation that she was truly sealed shut and would have to wait for Meredith to return and release her.
Relaxing her body, even in this extremely demanding position, Kat laid her head back on her ankles, closed her eyes and enjoyed the experience. She did not even notice, when she fell asleep, nor when Foxy came multiple times to look after her, making sure her charge was safe.
While Kat enjoyed her time out, Foxy busied herself by cleaning up the house. While she and Kat were not overly messy, they often just lay on the couch, and did not bother with cleaning. To be fair, most of the time it was not necessary to spend much time cleaning, but she had nothing better to do, and she could keep an eye on her Kitten while she worked.
Having finished cleaning and looking after the sleeping Kat, returned to the living room, where she worked on her laptop for a few hours till she heard something from upstairs.
It was Kat asking her if she could help her downstairs. Going upstairs, Foxy found Kat on the bed, squirming from side to side with her hips.
“Oh, do you need to pee?”
“Yeah, since the morning, but you said you would decide when I was allowed to go.”
“Kitten, I said you need to ring your bells to go, not that I would decide.”
“Oh. Can you let me go please?”
“No. You did not ring yet.”
Letting out a grunt, Kat began to shake her tits, wincing as the movement caused the bells to pull at her sensitive nipples.
“Uhh. That stings. Can you now help me?”
“Sure. Let's see, you managed six hours with the catheter, that means... Oof, Kitten, you really want to see my tits as a pincushion huh? Twelve pieces from my collection per tit, that will be interesting. Let's get you emptied.”
With that, Foxy went into the bathroom and returned with a large bottle, into which she put the end of Kat's catheter. After making sure that nothing would spill, she opened the valve and watched as the bottle slowly filled up, stopping just shy of half a litre. After emptying it into the toilet and rinsing the bottle, she returned.
“My, My, My Kitten. You really are something. That was impressive, the amount as well as you waiting so long. You said that you wanted to come downstairs, do you want to remain bound, and do you want to keep the clamps?”
“Can you remove the bells for the way downstairs and reattach them afterwards? After I get used to the pain, the tugging is kind of nice. And bound please. I think today I am just your problem I think.”
“Ohh my problem you say. Does that mean you won't protest when I play with my helpless little pet?”
“Uhmm...”
Blushing deep red, Kat tried to look away from her friend, after seeing the look in her roommates eyes.
“You know Kitten, maybe I should keep you like that, helpless in my clutches, completely at my mercy. I could use you as a nice soft pillow while relaxing on the couch.”
“Can I at least get something to eat before you play with me?”
“Sure. I'll make you a nice smoothie. You can drink it with a straw, and I don't need to water you as well.”
With that, Foxy took Kat into her arms, without removing the bells, and carried her downstairs before vanishing into the kitchen.
“Shit Foxy! That hurt. I thought you would remove the bells before bringing me downstairs?”
“Ups, sorry. Want me to remove them? It would hurt a bit when the blood rushed back in, but then it would be over.”
“No need, was just not expecting it.”
“Oh, you like the clamps now?”
“Dont know, the pain is one thing, but the feeling is kind of nice. Maybe leave them there for a bit?”
“Sure. What do you want to watch? “
“Dont care, just want to relax with you.”
“Ohh, does my little Kitten need her cuddles?”
“Maybe? I just like relaxing with you.”
“It's fine, why not just watch some trash. I found this old series some time ago called Fear Factor, it's...”
The two spent the afternoon on the couch, Kat unable and unwilling to move much and Meredith just lounging around feeding her from time to time. The only big movements from Kathrine were when she started to tentatively move her tits to play with the bells.
“Kitten, I know I call you that often enough, but do you have to play with the bells all the time?”
“But fun, I got used to the pain some time ago, and the tugging and the movements are nice. Can I wear them more often in the future?”
“Sure, I'll show you where I store them. Not like I can wear most of them anyway anymore.”
“Why?”
“Well, I had my nipples pierced diagonally, as you well know. It's just that normal clamps are mostly worn either horizontal or vertical in orientation, and if I were to put them on that way, it would not work with my piercings.”
“Oh, I think I can see the problem.”
“Want to know something interesting about the clamps you are wearing?”
“Sure.”
“If you look closely, you can see a hole in each side of the clamps, right?”
“Yeah, what are they for? Piercings?”
“Yep. If you had yours done, I could pull off the bead on a barbel, and after guiding the shaft thought the holes could put them back on, trapping the clamp on your nipples.”
“Huh, sounds kind of interesting, but would it not be inconvenient and show?”
“Yeah, that is a problem, but at that point, you either hide with loose clothing, or you get a kick out of it. And well, if you want to go even more extreme, I could even feed a padlock through the piercing instead of a barbell, and you could not remove it even if you tried.”
“Does that not count as bondage?”
“Oh Kitten, you being all tied up like that is bondage. I am surprised you can take it so well to be honest, and you wonder about some small locks in your tits?”
“Well, uhh...”
"That's it! I think I finally found out how to get you to have some more holes in your body. I will just observe what you find interesting, and then take you there to have it done without warning. That way you won't overthink.”
“W- W- What are you talking about Foxy?!”
“Did you not notice that you are wet, and not once protested as we talked about you having piercings in your nipples? It just got worse, as I talked about using locks. I think you like to be treated like my pet, with what I can do what I want. Am I wrong?”
“No. I like it when you decide for me. But please, can I always say no if I really don't like something?”
“Naturally. I will never just go and have your tongue split, without warning. We will talk about all kinds of things, and I know you won't like some of it, like getting whipped.”
“Yeah, that one time where you showed me was bad. I don't think I like, what did you call it, impact play?”
“Yeah, that's what it's called. And that is fine, we know that you like petplay though.”
“Yeah, I like being your Kitten.”
"I like our dynamic too. But I will make the appointment to have something put into those nips of yours, and I know you will thank me afterward without me asking for it.”
“I think you are right. Just don't go too far too fast?”
“Promise Kitten. Now, let's get up. you have been lazy the whole day, time to get up and help with dinner.”
“Do I have to?”
“Yes, Kitten.”
With that, Foxy got up from the couch, and after taking one last look at her helpless captive started to free her. First the legbondage was taken off, followed by releasing her ankles from behind her neck.
While slowly letting out a moan, Kat lowered her legs that fell asleep hours ago.
“Shit, I do not think that was a good idea.”
“I think so too Kitten. Here, let me massage your leg a bit to get the blood flowing again. Better?”
"Yeah, thanks."
Following that, Foxy unbound Katherine's arms while also massaging them before helping her take off the harness. She left the clamps on Kat's nipples, wanting to see how her Kitten would react.
Kat meanwhile did a few stretches to limber up, only slightly wincing as the clamps pulled stronger at her tits because of the movement.
“You know Kitten, if the bells are bothering you, you can take them off. I just left them in place, because you should do it yourself, as they will hurt coming off.”
“Yeah, you already warned me. I think I will keep them for a bit longer, the tinkeling is kind of fun.”
“Suit yourself, but if you stay naked, I can't let you at the stove.”
“Ohh, that is too bad. Maybe we should order something instead?”
Not even bothering to respond to that, Foxy instead just went into the kitchen to take out some ingredients for dinner.
“Stop wasting time and bring the stuff upstairs Kitten, when you are done, you can help me cut the veggies, but you will help.”
“Fine. And you are right, all I have done today is lay around doing nothing. How can I help...”
That evening in the bathroom, Foxy helped Kat with the care for her stitches, before they went to bed. The next morning started like a normal weekend, just with Kathrine having a bit more to do in her morning ritual.
“Hey Foxy, what do we have planned for today?”
“Well, we are running low on fresh food, because someone spent yesterday the whole day not moving a single step. I was thinking of taking the culprit on a nice long walk at the farmers market, followed by a short trip to the electronic store, my phone is getting old.”
“Ok. Should I pack something specific? That sounds like a long day?”
“Nah, with your catheter in place, we don't need to worry about having to take a bathroom break, and you yourself said that you wanted to get a similar experience to me at the convention. That is what I could come up with, or do you want to spend the whole day in bed again?”
°Nope, sounds nice. Hey, Foxy?”
“Yes?”
“You said taking me on a walk at the market, does that mean you will keep me on a leash the whole time?”
“Huh. I did not even think about that, Kitten. But that sounds fantastic. No worries about you running away, not having to prevent you from getting distracted, I will definitely put you on your leash. Which tail do you want to wear? Normal clip on or one of the plugs?”
“Why did I bring that up?”
“No whining!”
“Fine, and I think a clip-on would be better. Bad enough that I will be wearing a collar and leash, we don't need to traumatize the nice old ladies when they see me.”
“Oh I would not worry about them so much, they will be that generation that had a really good time when the pill was first introduced, and would have some really good stories to tell.”
“I don't think I want that mental image in my head thank you very much.”
“Dont be like that. They would have been twenty or so. What's wrong with some hot young women and men having fun.”
“Let's just eat breakfast and go.”
“Sure.”
Arriving at the parking lot next to the farmers market, Kat and Foxy left the car and took their baskets from the trunk. While Kat put hers on her back, an oldschool basket from before modern backpacks came into fashion, Foxy took her smaller one on her arm before taking the long leash and clipping it to an indignant Kats collar.
“Now Kitten, don't make such a face. It is a nice warm Saturday and we will spend the next few hours walking around a lovely farmers market.”
“I am not making a fuss about the planned time we will spend here, why the hell will I be on my leash?”
“Because I find it funny. Now, let's go.”
“Fine, but if some old crone gets a stroke it's your fault.”
“Everything alright Kitten, you are more prickly than normal?”
“Im not!”
"Yes, you are. Now, do you want to tell me why, or should we go back home?”
“Fine, I think it's just my nerves.”
“It's fine. Everybody is nervous in such a situation, now, take a deep breath, check the fit of your ears and let go. I don't want to spend the whole day in a parking lot.”
Arriving at the market, the two soon realized that it was not just a regular farmers market but more in line with an old fashioned fair.
The both not only sold the regular veggies and fruits, but there were many other kinds of stalls as well, as well as many people wearing old fashioned clothes.
There were beekeepers selling their honey, a pottery booth selling finished products while someone worked on a spinning table forming something from clay. At another booth they saw a mustard press crushing seeds into fresh mustard, and next to a dairy stand a woman was stomping butter in a barrel.
As they wandered the floor, they saw even old school entertainments like a small farris wheel made of wood and powered by a young guy or a street performer juggling some bowling pins.
Kat meanwhile was having an interesting time getting used to the feeling of the stitches pulling at her pussy with each step, and the ben-wa balls still trapped in her were not helping either.
It was nearing noon, and they had decided that they wanted a snack, when the comments started.
They sat near a booth selling smoked fish in a piece of bread, their baskets sitting at their feet, when an unpleasant, too loud voice started to speak next to them.
"Unbelievable! The youth from today! Do they have no shame!...”
Looking around they soon spotted the source. A fat middle aged woman with too heavy makeup, bleached chin length hair and a look that said “Hello, my name is Karen," sat in a group of seven or eight people and was pointing in their direction.
“Can you believe it? Why would the youth of today walk around each other on a leash and with those fake ears no less! In my time, we knew what was proper.”
The group was made up of the loud woman, a teenager, a man who seemed the same age as her, another couple around the same age and two pairs of clearly elderly people, who had the look of someone who was at the age of good retirement.
Kat and Foxy tried to ignore the nagging for a while, when a strong but old voice finally spoke up.
“Shut up Francine! Can you give us just one day without your drama? I want to enjoy my day, as the devil knows, I don't have many years left, and I bet the nice couple could also do without your screaming. And what do you mean, in your time? I am your mother, and I damn well know the story of how you were conceived."
At that, the teenaged boy spoke up,
“Oh?”
“Mother!”
“What, it's no secret that we don't know who your biological father really is.”
“Why, grandmother?”
“Don´t you dare mother!”
“Well, it was the seventies, and we were young dumb and high as a kite from some pretty hard stuff. All I remember of that week is, that at some point we were in a stolen police car at a query, the sun painting the horizon orange, and Didi and Laura were in the front, making out while I was with Harrold, Bjorn and John in the back, having a hell of a foursome. We were switching who was in which hole pretty often, and the next thing I remember is my father waking us up with his disappointed look. Those were good times,”
“Wait grandma, Harrold and Bjorn, do you mean old man Harrold who watched after me as a child and aunt Didi's husband?”
“Oh yes. Those two could take care of me pretty well in those days.”
“Mother!”
“What, it's nothing new.”
“Are you telling me grandma, that you don't know who my grandfather is? And I have to hear my mother harp every week about how sex is just for when you are married?”
“Oh my boy, don't hear what your mother says. She is just a proud, who does not have enough sex. If I were to say, she should just get fucked by your father more often, but I dont thinks it is his fault.”
“What do you mean grandma?”
“Dont you dare mother!”
“Well, there was that one time when I came home, and your mother was laid out on the coffee table, her two best friends on the couch, while your father was taking your aunt from behind. And I have to say, what a tool he showed that day.”
“Mother!”
“You mean dad outfucked my mother, her sister and two of her friends, and Mom is still not happy?”
“What else could it be?”
With the leaving voices of a grandmother telling the inappropriate stories of her exploits in her youth, Kat and Foxy looked at each other and started laughing.
“Man, that old woman had some stories to tell. What do you think Kitten, should we continue?”
“Sure, and you are right, that old lady had history. I find it especially funny how she had no problem sharing the dirty laundry of her daughter. Think the son will get more pocketmoney and freedom in the future?”
“If not, with this much ammunition, he is an idiot. Now, where to next?”
“How about that soap booth?”
“Sure, sounds good, but at this pace, we will spend the whole day here.”
“I can always order the phone online.”
“True.”
Continuing their stroll, the two women spent a few more hours at the market, before returning home in the late afternoon. They brought not only fruits and vegetables but also things like fragrant soaps, freshly pressed apple juice, hand made candies, and, on Kat's insistence, a pair of bowls with Kitten and Foxy written on it.
To Foxy's question if they were to eat from the floor from now on, Kat just went beet red and mumbled something about cereals and not meaning it like that.
After coming back home, Meredith and Kathrine spend a bit of time organizing their purchases, cleaning the bowls, and making dinner.
In the evening, Foxy took her roommate to the bathroom, and began to pull out some things.
“Ok Kitten. I know you wanted to have some fun with the stitches, but they were in you for about two days now, and should come out.”
“Ok, but why?”
“Simple, while all the instruments used in such sessions, at least the professional done once, are of medical grade material and are intended for a longer use in the body, the session was intended to be short. The stitches were not intended to be worn for a long time, and your body started to heal the moment the needle first pierced the skin. If the threat remains in your body for too long, the scar tissue that grows will become too obvious and leave visible marks. If you keep the stitches long enough, and you don't catch an infection, your body will heal like a regular piercing in that area, and you don't want that, at least not with a piece of twine.”
“I can understand and agree that I don't want permanent piercing there, at least not now, but why don't I want the piercings healed with twine?”
“Easy, the hole will heal in the form of the object that keeps it open. And while the shape of the jewelry can form the flesh into its shape, jewelry with the same shape as the first will always be better. So when you finally get your nipples done, and you have some curved jewelry in them when they heal, it will always be better to wear rings or curved barbels in the holes as straight bars will stretch the tunnel into a straight line. That can cause them to deform on the outside and look just bad if you are unlucky. Same as when you heal with barbels in your nips, and then decide to put a ring into the hole. It can be done, but it puts stress on the body.”
“Huh, makes sense. And, what now?”
“Now Kitten, I want you to sit with your legs spread wide apart, and let me use this scissor to cut the twine, before we pull out the threat. Don't worry, at most it will itch a bit when I pull them out. After that, we will clean the area with some alcohol and it should heal in no time.”
“Ok, let's do that.”
After having done as she described, Kat and Foxy cleaned up the bathroom and got ready for bed. They laid a bit in it when Kat safely said.
“Hey Foxy?”
"Yes, Kitten."
“Today was fun, and I didn't even notice the leash or the looks we earned after a while.”
“I saw that.”
“But when we go to the next one you will be on the other end and I will hold it.”
“We will see, Kitten, we will see.”
With that, both women drifted off to sleep, thinking about the next adventure.