Chapter Thirteen: Cat on a Hot Tin Grid
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:Author: Gospodin

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   :shs-title: The Enslavement of Marie
   :shs-author: Gospodin
   :shs-part: 13
   :shs-keywords: f, latex, mc, bd

Author's Note
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    submarie and I have been alternating writing chapters, occasionally
    writing two in a row. Before she wrote the following chapter, I
    ordered her to put on her newly-purchased latex panties with
    dual-plugs. She spent half an hour just writing, and said that she
    didn't even realize that she had just sat down normally (since
    earlier the rear plug had forced her to kneel to avoid putting too
    much pressure on).

    She sent me mails when she began and ended the chapter, and the
    total timespan was almost exactly half an hour. She told me later
    that while she was in "subspace" writing the story, it felt to her
    like almost two hours.  By the end, she was helping her rubber
    intruders with her middle finger, and she came just before she
    finished the last paragraph.

    Ordinarily I re-flow her chapters, moving them into the third person
    and polishing up the English (her second language). This time,
    however, I am leaving it alone so that you can see what went through
    her mind as she writhed in her erotic reverie. She said she rushed
    as she wrote, but I think this is some of her smoothest writing yet.
    
    -- Gospodin

Subject: next chapter - written while plugged
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Answers. Here i might find some, Steed had told me as he gave me the key
and explained me the way to his storage room. Yes, a few answers would
be very welcome. Questions I had enough by now.

After the party noise the hallway seemed strangely quiet. My cat paws
did not disturb the silence at all. What a clever designed costume, I
thought once again. My feet did hurt a little but I was able to walk
quite elegantly by now -- result of a long evening's training. I looked
over the neighborhood which finally came to rest. Dawn was not very far.
First of November -- my birthday 364 days away again. This definitely
was the strangest birthday party I ever had experienced.

The room was the very last one in the uppermost floor. I turned the key
in the door and it slid silently open. The room was empty but for a
foot-high pedestal in the middle. All walls covered with mirrors made it
look as if it had no limits. I stepped in and stumbled. Only now I
noticed the steady grid which covered the whole floor three inches above
the ground. I carefully stepped on it. It was safe to stand on as the
filaments were less than an inch apart. I was standing on a fine net of
metal wires which only slightly gave way to my weight.

The door slid shut behind be. I was standing in the dark, but only for a
moment. The grid on the floor started to glow in a very low but warm
orange color. I turned around and saw that the inside of the door was
covered with mirror too. I was alone and still accompanied by an endless
number of catwomen dressed exactly like me. I moved forward and reached
the pedestal. There was a narrow bench fixed to the middle of it,
another foot high, two feet long and six inches wide, with some items
carefully arranged on it. One was a finely done cartoon on a catwoman
dressed exactly like me crouching on her knees and elbows. At closer
look it became obvious that she could not do otherwise as her ankles
were attached to her thighs and her wrists to her shoulders by four
conic sheaths, one for each limb.

The sheaths depicted on the cartoon lay next to it on the bench. Careful
not to blow up my butt plug again I sat on the bench, pulled one leg up
and slid one sheath over my bent up leg. It fit like a glove which
somehow did not surprise me. To pull the tightly stretching rubber form
off again took all my strength.  The two smaller sheaths obviously were
made for my arms, and they had the same locking mechanism as the chrome
and steel corset I wore to my last working day.  Should I? Somehow I
knew that it would be the logic way to proceed. To perfect my costume.
Or was it a costume? It actually felt nearly like a part of myself by
now.

I pulled my left foot close to my thigh again and sheathed it again,
then knelt and entrapped my right leg in the same way. There was a sort
of metal plate covering my knee. Probably a protection if one would have
to walk on these, which of course was nearly impossible. I thought.
After a moment of hesitation I pulled the left arm sheath over my left
elbow. There was a metal plate in there too. The familiar ratching of
the closing mechanism, and my left palm was lying on my left shoulder,
the wrist attached tightly to my upper arm. With a flap that I could
conceal hand and shoulder.

The free limb that was left was my right arm. The sheath was lying with
its opening facing upwards, invitingly. Like a mouth ready to welcome me
if I decided to give up my freedom. With a deep sigh I bent my right arm
too, leaned forward and pushed it all the way in. The ratching sounded
somehow darker than with the left arm. I fell forward and now was indeed
standing on my elbows and knees. The dozens of catwomen on all walls
were doing exactly like me. I saw how well the sheaths matched with the
costume. In the dim orange light no rim was visible.

The feeling was overwhelming. I was aroused and horny but that was not
all, not even the most important. I felt happy. Truly happy. All
nervousness, all worries about the lost job, the costs of the house
seemed to have fallen off me like discarded egg shells. I felt as if I
had caught a glimpse of the bottom of my own soul.

Vanity and pride were other feelings normally strange to me that I
suddenly discovered in myself. I do not think of myself as a true
beauty. Always found my body too skinny, busts too flat, skin too pale,
hair too reddish. Now however, I felt the urge to contemplate my
reflection more closely. I approached the edge of the pedestal, turned
round, and with knees first managed to get down to the grid rather
awkwardly. "The elegance of your movement is not yet catlike, Maria", I
smiled to myself, as I let all fours down and approached the nearest
mirror. The threads of the grid gloomed in a stronger, lighter color
where I touched them with my knees and elbows and pressed my weight
down.  I touched my reflection with my shoulder and meowed to myself, my
breath fogging the chilly glass momentarily.

I lifted my left knee, adding pressure to my right one. I quickly
brought the left one down again, as sharp pain went through my knee and
up my inner thigh.  What was this? The spots where my knees touched the
grid now shone even brighter than before. The touch inflicted a stinging
pain. I thrust my torso and shoulder up and backwards to relieve my
elbows. But I had not swung fast and high enough and without any
possibility to slow down I fell forward again on my elbows with all my
weight. A piercing shriek, catlike, came from my lungs. By now the grid
had lightened to yellow but the spots where I touched it were bright
white. A short touch was tolerable but when I stayed where I was the
pain became unbearable very quickly. I moved on. I crawled along the
walls trying to keep the paws on the grid as short as possible. From
every wall I was approaching a strange black and white cat was coming
towards me. I moved a bit easier now but at the same time the effect of
the grid -- heat and electricity -- was increasing. This led to a rather
high pace and within minutes I was panting. Sweat was building on my
forehead and in the bends of my elbows and knees.

Short rests now were punished severely. The good feeling had vanished. I
nearly ran and leaped now, clumsily and awkwardly on the four limbs
which were not constructed for walking. The clenching of my buttock
muscles resulted in a permanent pumping of the butt plug but I hardly
paid attention. The bench on the pedestal! Why had I not thought of it
earlier? That had to be my rescue.

I crawled back to the middle of the room and lifted my forepaws on the
wooden panel. At once my knees hurt badly but I managed to get them off
the ground rather quickly. My poor limbs were hurting badly now although
I had escaped from the grid. I felt like having escaped to an island
from a sea of fire. The grid dimmed again, almost back to its original
orange. I felt a bit lost. What now?

I took a closer look at the bench. It was not plain on the surface but
slightly bent to all sides. I thought it might be a nice relief for my
torso if I rested a bit on it. There even seemed to be cups for my
breast cut into the wood and a support for my throat and forehead which
would hold my head up and in vision of another of my reflections. In the
deep point of the breast cups and on the lower end some round metal
device would come to rest quite closely to my pussy.  Four red padded
cushions were situated conveniently at the sides of the bench.  I
accepted the opportunity. What a relief for my elbows and knees! I let
my weight slump on the bench -- with the combination of the rings of my
body reacting immediately. They linked themselves and locked to
corresponding valves in the bench which immediately took away all
freedom of movement away form my body from the neck down -- with the
exception of a little tail wiggling. Now the same feeling as on the grid
started again -- only this time through the three rings, setting my
nipples and clit in fire. I already guessed that again there would be
some sort of relief, and given the last part of my body I could move I
already guessed I would find the relief with my head. The thought alone
seemed to have immediate effect as a tail-like structure started to
slide out from the front panel of the bench -- I saw it in the mirror --
bent upwards up to the height of my head, then bent again until it
touched my rubber lips waiting invitingly. I knew what to do and let
them part. But the black rubber tail -- tip suspiciously penis-like
shaped -- was holding still now. With some difficulty I was able to suck
it into my mouth a bit. Immediate relief for the heat in the three rings
was the result. I sucked harder and the reaction in the three rings was
reduced to a warm, tingling, arousing touch. I let got of the rubber
tail and the pain was back.

"Not hard to find out how it works, even after a long party night", I
sighed to myself and gave in. Sucking the dildo brought relief, even
pleasure. Releasing it gave pain. Intense pain. So I sucked. Sucked
harder. Sucked for all my life.  An orgasm was building. I took it in
deep. Orgasm rising. Took it in deeper.  Increasing pleasure. Sucked it
in till it touched the back of my throat. I gagged. The feeing of
suffocating brought me over the edge. The most intense, crushing orgasm
of my life had struck me. I felt I would faint. All went black.

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