“Turn to the left a bit,” Joey said. Dalian did so, yielding to the gentle pressure of Joey’s fingers on his cheek. “Perfect. Almost done.” She tugged the leather strap through the buckle, tightening the ball gag harness and securing the fat rubber ball in his mouth. He huffed. Drool was already dripping down his chin. Joey checked the straps over one last time, brushed a stray hair away from his face, and gave him a smile. “And there. Comfy?”

He nodded, mumbling in assent. Joey gave him a pat on the head and stood, stepping over to his left to check on her other sub.

Dalian glanced at his companion in bondage. Like him, Savannah was bound to a Sybian vibrating saddle, her knees and legs resting on comfortable leather cushions to either side of the device. Thick metal manacles, padded with rubber, were locked around her ankles and wrists. Her elbows were pulled tightly behind her and fastened nearly together to the pole behind her back, while her wrists were shackled to a horizontal bar that held her paws out away from her body.

They made eye contact, briefly. It was hard to tell with the leather muzzle strapped around Savannah’s nose, but she gave him a reassuring smile—all in the eyes, really—and then the awkwardness hit and he looked away.

Okay, he snuck another glance. And another, once he was sure Savannah was focused on whatever Joey was doing on her other side. Somehow, the restraints looked much hotter on her than they did on his own body, which was bound much the same way. There were a few differences. The cuffs did not pull his elbows as tightly together, for he wasn’t as flexible as Savannah. The dildo on the Sybian was up his ass, on account of him not having a vagina. To make up for that, Joey had placed an elastic cock ring around his member to hold a bullet vibrator in just the right spot, nestling it against the frenulum. Both toys were off, but sensation of fullness in his bottom and the pressure from the ring felt very nice indeed.

He squirmed. The restraints, despite being very well padded, had an alarming lack of give. His ankles were trapped behind and beneath him, held down to the leather cushion. His thighs were strapped to the Sybian saddle, and he could hardly raise himself off it at all. His chest was bound against the pole behind him with a wide leather strap. And the metal bar that held his paws out on either side of his hips was very solid and unyielding. He could comfortably clench his fists and wriggle his fingers, but that was about it as far as his upper limbs were concerned.

It was kind of alarming, really. He was completely dependent on Joey to let him go, and with the fat gag in his mouth, he couldn’t even plead for release.

And that was exactly the way he liked it.

His cock throbbed in excitement as it sank in just how little choice he had to stay seated on the inert sex machine. A strand of pre oozed out from the tip of his cock. He wiggled his hips as much as the restraints and the dildo allowed, watching with amusement as the viscous strand swayed.

A moment later, a pair of snowy white paws and shapely legs in latex stockings appeared in his field of view.

“Here’s your Clickoris,” Joey said, handing him a small device attached to a short orange strap. He snorted, as he did every time he heard the name, and ran his thumb over the protruding button that gave the clicker its namesake. Joey made sure it was firmly grasped in his paw and then took the strap and tied it to the cuff around his wrist. If the clicker slipped from his fingers, he wouldn’t be able to pick it up again, but the bright strap would be a hard-to-miss visual signal for Joey to come check on him.

“Click it for me,” Joey said, and Dalian pressed the button. With a sharp snap, the metal diaphragm inside collapsed and popped back up again. The sound was loud and distinctive enough to be heard over a wide variety of noises, including, say, the angry buzz of a Sybian running at full speed or the desperate, muffled howl of a bound sub being overstimulated after orgasm.

“Good. Drop it.”

He opened his fingers, letting the device sway on its cord. Joey tugged on both ends to make sure the knots were firm, then handed it to him again. He clicked it one more time to let her know it was secure.

Satisfied, Joey checked in with Savannah to make sure her Clickoris was working too. Finally, the domme stood in front of them both, hands on her hips.

“All right,” she said, grinning. “Now that you two are comfy, we can get started!” She crossed her arms, looking from one sub to the other. “The rules are simple. I’m going to set this timer for 30 minutes.” She held up a digital alarm clock. “And you’re not going to be able to see it.” She placed it on the floor between them and, true to her word, she turned it around so that the time would only be visible to her.

“Now, I’m exhausted after all that work tying you up, so once I turn these toys on, I’m going to go relax in my chair with a cup of tea and watch you squirm for, say, an hour. Your job is just to sit there and have a great time. As many orgasms as you want for an hour. If you want out early, all you have to do is click or drop the Clickoris when you’re done, and I’ll come let you go. It’s totally up to you.”

Her devious grin widened, revealing pointed fangs. “Of course, there’s a price.”

Of course.

“If you come during those 30 minutes,” she said, “you win...what did we all agree on? Two days of lockup per orgasm.” She motioned to the two chastity devices, one in front of each Sybian. Dalian’s new metal cock cage gleamed before him in the light. He gulped. Savannah eyed the hand-crafted chastity belt in front of her like it was a snake. “You two were going on and on about stamina yesterday, so it’s time to put your claims to the test.”

So maybe Dalian was a little nervous.

“But let’s make it a little more interesting,” Joey purred. “Whoever taps out first before the hour is up gets an extra two days, free of charge. Because I’m generous like that.”

Dalian was not sure that that word meant what she thought it did.

“And just to give you a little more incentive to take your time: when either of you comes, I’m going to turn the toys all the way up for both of you. So you’d best hope that happens later rather than sooner.”

Dalian was starting to have doubts. He’d heard the rules before, of course—they’d come up with them as a group; brainstormed and discussed and negotiated and agreed on the terms and conditions, rewards and consequences—but horny Dalian had been a lot more confident than tied up Dalian currently felt.

“Of course, if you manage to make it past the half hour mark and you outlast the other person—well first off, I don’t think either of you need to worry about that, but if that does happen, we’ll celebrate with a nice fancy dinner out. Also the loser gets to be the winner’s plaything this Saturday. I’m not sure how that’ll work out when you both lose, but maybe you can squirm around amusingly while I watch, or something.”

To be fair, that sounded like a great way to spend a Saturday, to Dalian at least, which was why he had agreed.

“Any questions?” Joey asked sweetly. For obvious reasons, there were none. Dalian’s heart pounded. He looked down at his bound body, tugging at the restraints. He was really feeling uncertain now. The contest sure had sounded a lot easier when he wasn’t tied down to a sex machine. Savannah, on the other hand, appeared extremely confident, her head held hie and her eyes narrowed, her face presumably smirking beneath the muzzle—but the tip of her tail was twitching, and that only happened when she was anxious.

Oh, this was going to be bad!

“Great!” Joey said sweetly. She bent down and tapped the alarm clock, then picked up the remotes for the Sybians. Dalian’s heart jumped. “Have fun. Don’t go anywhere.”

Dalian yelped when the Sybian rumbled to life beneath him, the dildo purring steadily away and slowly gyrating in his tailhole. A moment later, the vibrator on his cock began to buzz and pulse. His fists clenched.

Well—it wasn’t as intense as he’d been expecting. Maybe he could still pull this off. He just had to concentrate…

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judging from dalian's concerned face with 157 seconds left on the timer, i think you can figure out exactly how this went down.

joey seems to have leveled up in sass. the lessons with patchkatz's domme must be working!

ok so i'm incapable of making an *actual* chastity themed pic, so this is as close as you're going to get.

the Clickoris (giggle) is ralei's invention, basically an Evoke-branded dog clicker with remote signalling capability. its called that because the button is shaped vaguely like a clitoris and also we're both stuck in the "lol 69 (nice)" stage of humor development. it is actually present (but not visible) in [url=https://www.furaffinity.net/view/41824371/]an average day at evoke[/url].

IRL, dog clickers are a good signaling method for a nonverbal safe word because the noise cuts through a busy scene and is unambiguous. and if you drop it you're doomed! i mean uh you tie a strap to it so it's a visible indicator to pause the scene and check in. yes.

anyway as usual don't take my advice i have no idea what im doing except when it comes to blender, in which case i have no idea what i'm doing *and* i suffer for your amusement to bring you hot pictures

thanks to quotermain for helping me come up with ideas for the contest. i'm not devious enough for proper predicament bondage! hopefully i explained the rules ok in the story, i wrote it at 2AM.