No Nut November 1/4 - Pet Store (Patreon)

Go ahead. Shift your weight, maybe it'll help you rub up against the vibe better, and then you'll finally get off.

Probably not, but the trying helps keep you sane. The thought that maybe there's something you can do to get some kind of satisfaction, and break this tormentuous cycle of edging and denial. Use your heel to push it harder, ride it, try to get some kind of purchase on the wand with your hands pinned up by your shoulders and calves bound to your thighs...

A few months back, you'd most likely have tried to use your miniscule amounts of mobility to cover your naked body and hide from the prying eyes of the customers, staff and voyeur passers-by. That part of your mind has long since eroded from the desperate nights of humping your soft, plush bed in the hopes that even a ruined climax would stop the burning desire from trickling at your brain, and now their eyes lovingly trail down your open, vulnerable form as you make a spectacle of yourself just for them.

Around your third week of being a prized pampered pet, they fitted you with new collars and clamps, as well as a small jewelled navel stud that fitted itself snugly inside the sensitive button with a few tight grasping claws. It was confusing - they were softer, but what was the point, outside of just aesthetics?

You found out quickly, as the tiny feather-feet began to emerge from your new bindings and tickle-tickle-tickle at your belly, thighs, neck, anywhere they could touch. Suddenly the ordeal of trying to bring yourself to climax is a hundred times more difficult, and any attempts to protect your modesty that still remain are discouraged by the arm cuffs sensing and attacking your sides whenever you keep your arms too close to your body.

What's even worse is the knowledge of what comes after. A tight chastity belt some nights when they deem you too 'frisky', locking you up tight; free 'feeling' days for customers where they can use your mouth, ass, tits, 'paws'. The customers who want to fuck your soft feet aren't as bad as the ones obsessed with how ticklish you look - prospective new 'owners' will pay extra to get you in the stocks for an hour, and the staff are more than happy to point out your most sensitive spots in saccharine-sweet voices.

In the nights, sometimes you can feel the belts gently vibrate against your desperate heat, ticklish feelers preparing you for a lifestyle of 24/7 torment, obedience and servitude. It's hard to sleep, especially with the sounds of other pets begging for their climax, moaning, whining from their over-sensitive milked nipples.

You want to be a good pet.

You want to be a good pet.

You want...

But you look so cute denied - it's likely that your forever-owner will pick you for how adorable you look when you're edged out of your mind, struggling and whimpering. Either that, or you'll be picked for your hyper-ticklish body that responds so sweetly to touch. No climax in your future. Just tickling and denial.

Tough break, pet.