Left tied up with annoying cats M/F
Posted: Sun Sep 15, 2024 6:08 am
Chapter 1: The Awakening
Karen awoke slowly, her mind groggy with sleep, but something immediately felt off. She tried to stretch, but her arms wouldn’t move. The all-too-familiar tightness around her torso made her blink fully awake, and with a deep breath through her nose, she realized what had happened. Once again, she had been left in a Max Cita straitjacket.
"Rrrrrmmmphh!" she groaned, realizing she was also gagged. A secure panel gag covered her mouth, held tight by straps that wound around the back of her head, pressing her dark hair against her skull. Her lips were forced shut behind the leather, making her attempt at speech nothing more than muffled noises.
Karen sighed inwardly. It was one of those mornings. She and Roberta, both professional escape artists, often played this game. Binding one another as a challenge was a fun way for them to test their skills, but today, it felt like Roberta had gone all out.
Her legs, bare and cool from the morning air, were bound too—leather straps tightly secured around her knees and ankles, leaving her feet exposed. The restraints made it impossible to walk, let alone stand. Her toes flexed slightly, the only part of her body that had any freedom to move.
"Rrmmphh!" Karen called out, trying to see if Roberta was nearby. Her words were swallowed by the gag, and the house responded only with silence. She tried again, this time a bit louder: "Rbbrrrta! Rrrr yrrrrr hrmmm?"
Nothing.
Her heart sank slightly, though she wasn’t truly upset. She knew Roberta enjoyed these little pranks, and, in truth, Karen enjoyed the challenge. Still, there was always a brief moment of frustration when she woke up like this, helpless and alone.
Well, mostly alone.
Karen heard a soft purring noise and tilted her head slightly, just in time to see Pickles, her large fluffy gray cat, hop up onto the bed. The big feline padded over to her, nuzzling her cheek as he purred loudly in her ear.
"Mmmmmphhh," Karen tried to shoo him away with a muffled groan, but Pickles took it as encouragement. He curled up against her legs, his soft body weighing them down even further, making it impossible for her to even wriggle properly.
"Of course," Karen thought, rolling her eyes.
But it wasn’t just Pickles. As if on cue, Muffin, her mischievous black-and-white cat, jumped onto the bed as well. Muffin had a knack for making things more difficult for her, and today was no exception. He sat on her chest, staring into her eyes with what could only be described as a feline grin.
"Rrrrrrmmmphhh… mmphhh," Karen muttered through the gag, her voice muffled and strained.
Finally, Socks, the third and smallest of her cats, joined in, curling up next to her head. His tail flicked lazily across her face, tickling her nose.
"Really, guys?" Karen thought, sighing deeply as her cats nestled comfortably around her. She tried to move again, but with Pickles weighing down her legs, Muffin lounging on her chest, and Socks practically draped over her face, it was impossible to make any significant progress.
Chapter 2: The Struggle Begins
Karen wriggled against the tight canvas of the straitjacket, but each attempt to move was hindered by her affectionate companions. She shifted her body slightly, trying to roll onto her side, but Pickles was having none of it. The large gray cat pressed his body against her legs, his warmth seeping into her skin, making it even harder to wriggle free.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Karen groaned, trying to nudge Pickles away with her feet, but the cat simply purred louder, oblivious to her struggle.
Socks, meanwhile, remained steadfast at her head, purring softly as his tail flicked back and forth across her cheek. Every now and then, he would bat at the leather strap of her gag, clearly amused by the new plaything.
Muffin, being the mischievous one, took it upon himself to start kneading her chest with his paws. His claws pricked lightly against the canvas of the straitjacket, and Karen winced, trying to shake him off.
"Rrrrrmmmphhh… stpppp!" she muttered through the gag, her voice sounding more like a resigned moan than an actual command.
After what felt like hours (but was likely only minutes), Karen managed to roll herself onto her side, dislodging Muffin from her chest. Pickles, annoyed by the sudden movement, finally jumped off her legs and sauntered toward the door. Socks, however, remained stubbornly in place, curling up next to her face and purring contentedly.
"One down, two to go," Karen thought wryly, her body still pinned beneath Socks and her gag preventing any real communication.
Despite her frustration, Karen couldn’t help but laugh internally. She had been in tight spots before—far worse ones, too—but being trapped by her own cats was a level of helplessness she hadn’t anticipated.
Chapter 3: Getting Out of Bed
After several more minutes of fruitless struggling, Karen realized she wasn’t going to get out of bed as long as Socks was draped across her head. She shifted again, this time rolling onto her stomach, hoping the movement would encourage him to move.
It worked. Socks finally leaped off the bed with an annoyed flick of his tail, trotting off in search of something else to entertain him. With the cats out of the way, Karen took a deep breath and prepared for the next phase of her escape.
The phone. It was downstairs in the living room, on the coffee table. If she could just get to it, she could call Roberta and end this ordeal. But with her legs bound and her arms trapped in the straitjacket, even getting out of bed was going to be a challenge.
Karen wriggled toward the edge of the bed, her bare feet slipping over the side until they touched the cold hardwood floor. She pushed with her legs, slowly inching her body toward the edge until gravity took over and she tumbled onto the floor with a soft thud.
"Mmmmmphhh!" she groaned, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
Lying on her side, Karen took a moment to catch her breath. She glanced around the room, realizing just how far the hallway—and the stairs—really were. Wriggling her way across the floor was going to be a monumental task, especially with her legs bound so tightly.
But there was no other option.
With a determined grunt, Karen began the slow process of inching her way across the floor. She used her feet to push off, her body sliding forward as her bare skin brushed against the hardwood. It was slow, exhausting work, but she had done worse.
Just as she made it halfway to the door, the familiar sound of meowing filled the room. Karen froze.
The cats were back.
Chapter 4: The Cats Return
Pickles, Muffin, and Socks sauntered back into the room, clearly curious about their human’s odd behavior. Pickles led the way, his large fluffy tail swishing behind him as he padded over to Karen’s prone form. Muffin followed closely, his eyes gleaming with mischief, while Socks lagged behind, still intrigued by the leather straps of the gag.
"Mmmphhh… nnnnn…" Karen groaned, shaking her head as Muffin hopped onto her back, settling himself between her shoulders.
Pickles, not to be left out, curled up against her legs once more, making it even more difficult for her to move. Socks, ever the curious one, began batting at the leather straps of her straitjacket, as if trying to figure out how to undo them. Unfortunately for Karen, he wasn’t actually helping.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Karen growled in frustration, her voice muffled by the gag.
The cats, of course, were oblivious to her predicament. They simply purred louder, content in their efforts to make her struggle as difficult as possible.
Despite her frustration, Karen had to admit it was comical. Here she was, a professional escape artist, completely at the mercy of her three goofy cats. If only Roberta could see her now.
Chapter 5: Feeding Time
Just as Karen was preparing to make another attempt at wriggling down the hallway, a chorus of meows erupted from the trio of cats. They circled her, their cries growing louder and more insistent.
Karen’s eyes widened in realization. The cats were hungry.
"Rrrrrrmmphhh…" she groaned. Of course, they wanted breakfast. She had forgotten to feed them.
Feeding the cats while bound in a straitjacket and gagged was going to be an ordeal, but Karen knew they wouldn’t leave her alone until she did something about it. Resigned to her fate, she began the slow crawl toward the kitchen, her bare legs sliding across the floor as the cats followed her every move.
The container of cat food was in the pantry, just a few feet away, but opening it was going to be another challenge entirely. Karen lay on her side, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The straitjacket restricted her movements, making it difficult to maneuver, but she wasn’t about to give up.
Using her bare feet, Karen fumbled with the lid of the container, trying to twist it open. Her toes flexed and curled as she struggled to get a grip on the lid. After several frustrating attempts, she managed to loosen it, but not without a considerable amount of effort.
"Mmmmmphhh… cmmmmm…," Karen muttered, trying to reassure the cats through the gag.
Finally, the lid came off. Karen let out a relieved sigh, though the real challenge was just beginning. She needed to fill the food bowl without spilling everything across the floor.
The measuring cup was inside the container, and Karen once again used her feet to grab it. She scooped up some food, her toes gripping the handle awkwardly as she tried to lift it out.
Balancing the cup between her feet, Karen began the painstaking process of wriggling across the floor toward the cats’ bowls. The entire time, the cats followed her, meowing loudly as if to urge her on.
"Mmmmphhh… jusssttt a mmmminute…" Karen groaned through the gag, her voice barely intelligible.
Despite her best efforts, a few pieces of kibble spilled onto the floor. The cats immediately pounced on the spilled food, gobbling it up with enthusiasm. Karen sighed, grateful they were at least distracted for the moment.
After what felt like an eternity, Karen finally managed to dump the remaining food into the bowls. The cats happily began eating, their loud meows replaced by contented purring.
Karen leaned back against the couch, utterly exhausted. She had managed to feed the cats, but the effort had drained her completely. Her legs, still bound at the knees and ankles, were trembling from the strain of wriggling across the floor.
Chapter 6: A Nap Gone Wrong
Leaning against the couch, Karen closed her eyes for a moment, letting her body relax. The snugness of the straitjacket and the tightness of the gag were ever-present, but she was too tired to care. She needed to rest, if only for a few minutes.
Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep, her body slumped against the couch, her bare legs stretched out in front of her.
When Karen awoke, the first thing she noticed was the weight on her chest. It felt like something heavy was pressing down on her, making it difficult to breathe.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized with a groan that all three cats were piled on top of her. Pickles, the heaviest of the bunch, was lying across her chest, his fluffy body completely pinning her down. Muffin had curled up on her stomach, and Socks was stretched out across her bound knees, his head resting on her legs.
"Mmmmmphhh…" Karen muttered, trying to wriggle free, but the cats stubbornly refused to move.
She shifted her body, hoping to dislodge at least one of them, but they only snuggled closer, purring contentedly as if nothing in the world could disturb them.
"Rrrrrmmphhh… cmmmoonnnn…" Karen groaned, her voice strained by the gag. She could barely breathe, let alone move, with all three cats lying on top of her.
Despite her best efforts, the cats remained stubbornly in place, oblivious to her struggles.
Just as Karen was about to release a resigned sigh, she heard the familiar sound of paws padding across the floor. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening.
The dog was coming.
Chapter 7: A New Problem
Their dog, Max, was a large, lovable mutt who weighed more than all three cats combined. Karen had hoped he wouldn’t join in on the chaos, but it seemed fate had other plans.
Max trotted over to where Karen was lying, his tail wagging excitedly as he approached. Without hesitation, he plopped down across her hips, his large body settling heavily on top of her.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Karen gasped, her body completely pinned beneath the combined weight of the cats and the dog. She thrashed and wriggled, trying desperately to free herself, but it was no use. Max was too heavy, and the cats were too comfortable to move.
Frustration welled up inside her as she struggled harder, her body twisting and turning beneath the weight of the animals. The straitjacket made it impossible for her to use her arms, and the gag kept her from voicing her frustration properly.
"Rrrrrrmmmphhh… mmphhhhh!" Karen groaned, her voice muffled and strained.
Despite her best efforts, the animals remained firmly in place, completely unbothered by her struggles.
Chapter 8: The Call for Help
Karen knew there was only one option left—she had to call Roberta. But with the animals pinning her down and her phone still on the coffee table, it seemed like an impossible task.
She wriggled and thrashed, trying to free herself from the weight of the cats and dog, but it was no use. She was completely trapped.
"Mmmmmphhh… hrmmmmpphhh…" Karen muttered, her voice barely audible.
After several more minutes of futile struggling, Karen finally gave up. She lay there, completely still, her chest heaving beneath the weight of Pickles, Muffin, and Max. The cats purred softly, completely content in their victory.
Karen closed her eyes and let out a long, muffled sigh
Chapter 8: The Release
The sound of the front door opening snapped Karen out of her helpless stupor. She felt a wave of relief rush through her, knowing that Roberta had finally come home. But that relief was mixed with a sense of growing irritation. She could hear Roberta's footsteps approaching, and soon enough, her wife appeared in the doorway, her face breaking into a wide grin as she took in the scene before her.
Roberta leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, clearly trying to stifle her laughter but failing miserably. Karen lay helpless on the floor, still tightly bound in the Max Cita straitjacket, the panel gag strapped firmly in place. On top of her were Pickles, Muffin, and Socks, happily lounging in various positions across her body. And, of course, Max, the large dog, was sprawled out across her hips, pinning her down completely.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Roberta chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like you’re in a bit of a bind, darling."
Karen shot her a glare, but her response was muffled by the gag. "Mmmmmphhh! Rrrbbbrrttaaa! Thrrrrsss nnnttt fffunnn! Gggt mmm oouuttt fffffrrm underrrr thhhhss dddddrrrm crrrttss!" She wriggled in place, trying to emphasize her frustration. The cats remained unbothered, and Max let out a contented huff, his weight pressing down even more.
Roberta burst out laughing, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh my god, this is too good. You’re trapped by the whole gang!" She wiped a tear from her cheek, still grinning ear to ear. "And the gag makes it all the more priceless."
"Mmmmmmphhh! Yrrr rrggghhhh thhhsss nnntttt ffffunnny! Gggggt thmmmmm offff mmm nnnooooww!" Karen was livid, her muffled tirade continuing as she thrashed under the combined weight of the animals. "Rrrbbrrrttttaaaa! Hww cmm yyyrrr jjjjstttt stttannnnddd tthhhhrrr lllghhnnng? Hrrrry uppp and gggggttt mmmmmm oouutttt!"
Roberta raised an eyebrow at the long-winded rant, clearly enjoying the sight of her wife so completely defeated by their furry companions. "Aww, come on, babe, it’s not so bad. You look pretty cozy there," she teased, walking over to where Karen lay.
"Mmmmpphhhh! Czzzyyy?! Rrrrrmmmmphhh!" Karen thrashed again, her frustration reaching its peak as she struggled against the straitjacket and the weight of the cats and dog.
Roberta grinned, crouching down beside her wife and stroking Pickles' fur. "Okay, okay, I’ll save you, you poor thing," she said, clearly relishing Karen’s flustered state.
But instead of immediately freeing Karen, Roberta stretched out beside her on the floor, gently pushing Pickles aside to make room. She wrapped an arm around Karen’s tightly bound body, pulling her close. Instantly, the tension in Karen’s body began to melt away. Roberta’s warmth, combined with the soft weight of their pets, created an unexpected sense of comfort.
"Mmmmphhh…" Karen’s muffled protests quieted as she felt Roberta’s arm around her.
"There we go, much better," Roberta murmured, nestling in next to Karen and resting her head on her shoulder. Pickles, not one to be left out, curled back up against Karen’s legs. Muffin shifted slightly but remained comfortably settled across Karen’s stomach, and Socks purred softly at her feet. Even Max adjusted himself, settling down more comfortably across her hips.
Despite herself, Karen sighed through her nose, her frustration ebbing away as she relaxed into the comforting embrace of her wife and the warm presence of their pets. Roberta gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, her hand gently stroking Karen’s hair.
"See? Isn’t this better? All of us, together," Roberta whispered, her voice warm and soothing.
Karen’s initial anger slowly gave way to contentment. As much as she hated to admit it, there was something undeniably blissful about being surrounded by Roberta and their goofy pets, even if she was still bound and gagged. The weight of the animals, which had once felt oppressive, now felt like a warm, protective blanket.
"Mmmmmphhhh…" Karen sighed softly, her body relaxing fully into Roberta’s embrace.
"That’s my girl," Roberta murmured, her lips brushing against Karen’s ear. "We’ll get you out of this soon, I promise. But for now… just enjoy the moment."
And for the first time all day, Karen did just that. Surrounded by the ones she loved, with Roberta by her side, all the earlier frustration melted away into pure, unfiltered bliss.
Karen awoke slowly, her mind groggy with sleep, but something immediately felt off. She tried to stretch, but her arms wouldn’t move. The all-too-familiar tightness around her torso made her blink fully awake, and with a deep breath through her nose, she realized what had happened. Once again, she had been left in a Max Cita straitjacket.
"Rrrrrmmmphh!" she groaned, realizing she was also gagged. A secure panel gag covered her mouth, held tight by straps that wound around the back of her head, pressing her dark hair against her skull. Her lips were forced shut behind the leather, making her attempt at speech nothing more than muffled noises.
Karen sighed inwardly. It was one of those mornings. She and Roberta, both professional escape artists, often played this game. Binding one another as a challenge was a fun way for them to test their skills, but today, it felt like Roberta had gone all out.
Her legs, bare and cool from the morning air, were bound too—leather straps tightly secured around her knees and ankles, leaving her feet exposed. The restraints made it impossible to walk, let alone stand. Her toes flexed slightly, the only part of her body that had any freedom to move.
"Rrmmphh!" Karen called out, trying to see if Roberta was nearby. Her words were swallowed by the gag, and the house responded only with silence. She tried again, this time a bit louder: "Rbbrrrta! Rrrr yrrrrr hrmmm?"
Nothing.
Her heart sank slightly, though she wasn’t truly upset. She knew Roberta enjoyed these little pranks, and, in truth, Karen enjoyed the challenge. Still, there was always a brief moment of frustration when she woke up like this, helpless and alone.
Well, mostly alone.
Karen heard a soft purring noise and tilted her head slightly, just in time to see Pickles, her large fluffy gray cat, hop up onto the bed. The big feline padded over to her, nuzzling her cheek as he purred loudly in her ear.
"Mmmmmphhh," Karen tried to shoo him away with a muffled groan, but Pickles took it as encouragement. He curled up against her legs, his soft body weighing them down even further, making it impossible for her to even wriggle properly.
"Of course," Karen thought, rolling her eyes.
But it wasn’t just Pickles. As if on cue, Muffin, her mischievous black-and-white cat, jumped onto the bed as well. Muffin had a knack for making things more difficult for her, and today was no exception. He sat on her chest, staring into her eyes with what could only be described as a feline grin.
"Rrrrrrmmmphhh… mmphhh," Karen muttered through the gag, her voice muffled and strained.
Finally, Socks, the third and smallest of her cats, joined in, curling up next to her head. His tail flicked lazily across her face, tickling her nose.
"Really, guys?" Karen thought, sighing deeply as her cats nestled comfortably around her. She tried to move again, but with Pickles weighing down her legs, Muffin lounging on her chest, and Socks practically draped over her face, it was impossible to make any significant progress.
Chapter 2: The Struggle Begins
Karen wriggled against the tight canvas of the straitjacket, but each attempt to move was hindered by her affectionate companions. She shifted her body slightly, trying to roll onto her side, but Pickles was having none of it. The large gray cat pressed his body against her legs, his warmth seeping into her skin, making it even harder to wriggle free.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Karen groaned, trying to nudge Pickles away with her feet, but the cat simply purred louder, oblivious to her struggle.
Socks, meanwhile, remained steadfast at her head, purring softly as his tail flicked back and forth across her cheek. Every now and then, he would bat at the leather strap of her gag, clearly amused by the new plaything.
Muffin, being the mischievous one, took it upon himself to start kneading her chest with his paws. His claws pricked lightly against the canvas of the straitjacket, and Karen winced, trying to shake him off.
"Rrrrrmmmphhh… stpppp!" she muttered through the gag, her voice sounding more like a resigned moan than an actual command.
After what felt like hours (but was likely only minutes), Karen managed to roll herself onto her side, dislodging Muffin from her chest. Pickles, annoyed by the sudden movement, finally jumped off her legs and sauntered toward the door. Socks, however, remained stubbornly in place, curling up next to her face and purring contentedly.
"One down, two to go," Karen thought wryly, her body still pinned beneath Socks and her gag preventing any real communication.
Despite her frustration, Karen couldn’t help but laugh internally. She had been in tight spots before—far worse ones, too—but being trapped by her own cats was a level of helplessness she hadn’t anticipated.
Chapter 3: Getting Out of Bed
After several more minutes of fruitless struggling, Karen realized she wasn’t going to get out of bed as long as Socks was draped across her head. She shifted again, this time rolling onto her stomach, hoping the movement would encourage him to move.
It worked. Socks finally leaped off the bed with an annoyed flick of his tail, trotting off in search of something else to entertain him. With the cats out of the way, Karen took a deep breath and prepared for the next phase of her escape.
The phone. It was downstairs in the living room, on the coffee table. If she could just get to it, she could call Roberta and end this ordeal. But with her legs bound and her arms trapped in the straitjacket, even getting out of bed was going to be a challenge.
Karen wriggled toward the edge of the bed, her bare feet slipping over the side until they touched the cold hardwood floor. She pushed with her legs, slowly inching her body toward the edge until gravity took over and she tumbled onto the floor with a soft thud.
"Mmmmmphhh!" she groaned, the impact knocking the air from her lungs.
Lying on her side, Karen took a moment to catch her breath. She glanced around the room, realizing just how far the hallway—and the stairs—really were. Wriggling her way across the floor was going to be a monumental task, especially with her legs bound so tightly.
But there was no other option.
With a determined grunt, Karen began the slow process of inching her way across the floor. She used her feet to push off, her body sliding forward as her bare skin brushed against the hardwood. It was slow, exhausting work, but she had done worse.
Just as she made it halfway to the door, the familiar sound of meowing filled the room. Karen froze.
The cats were back.
Chapter 4: The Cats Return
Pickles, Muffin, and Socks sauntered back into the room, clearly curious about their human’s odd behavior. Pickles led the way, his large fluffy tail swishing behind him as he padded over to Karen’s prone form. Muffin followed closely, his eyes gleaming with mischief, while Socks lagged behind, still intrigued by the leather straps of the gag.
"Mmmphhh… nnnnn…" Karen groaned, shaking her head as Muffin hopped onto her back, settling himself between her shoulders.
Pickles, not to be left out, curled up against her legs once more, making it even more difficult for her to move. Socks, ever the curious one, began batting at the leather straps of her straitjacket, as if trying to figure out how to undo them. Unfortunately for Karen, he wasn’t actually helping.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Karen growled in frustration, her voice muffled by the gag.
The cats, of course, were oblivious to her predicament. They simply purred louder, content in their efforts to make her struggle as difficult as possible.
Despite her frustration, Karen had to admit it was comical. Here she was, a professional escape artist, completely at the mercy of her three goofy cats. If only Roberta could see her now.
Chapter 5: Feeding Time
Just as Karen was preparing to make another attempt at wriggling down the hallway, a chorus of meows erupted from the trio of cats. They circled her, their cries growing louder and more insistent.
Karen’s eyes widened in realization. The cats were hungry.
"Rrrrrrmmphhh…" she groaned. Of course, they wanted breakfast. She had forgotten to feed them.
Feeding the cats while bound in a straitjacket and gagged was going to be an ordeal, but Karen knew they wouldn’t leave her alone until she did something about it. Resigned to her fate, she began the slow crawl toward the kitchen, her bare legs sliding across the floor as the cats followed her every move.
The container of cat food was in the pantry, just a few feet away, but opening it was going to be another challenge entirely. Karen lay on her side, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath. The straitjacket restricted her movements, making it difficult to maneuver, but she wasn’t about to give up.
Using her bare feet, Karen fumbled with the lid of the container, trying to twist it open. Her toes flexed and curled as she struggled to get a grip on the lid. After several frustrating attempts, she managed to loosen it, but not without a considerable amount of effort.
"Mmmmmphhh… cmmmmm…," Karen muttered, trying to reassure the cats through the gag.
Finally, the lid came off. Karen let out a relieved sigh, though the real challenge was just beginning. She needed to fill the food bowl without spilling everything across the floor.
The measuring cup was inside the container, and Karen once again used her feet to grab it. She scooped up some food, her toes gripping the handle awkwardly as she tried to lift it out.
Balancing the cup between her feet, Karen began the painstaking process of wriggling across the floor toward the cats’ bowls. The entire time, the cats followed her, meowing loudly as if to urge her on.
"Mmmmphhh… jusssttt a mmmminute…" Karen groaned through the gag, her voice barely intelligible.
Despite her best efforts, a few pieces of kibble spilled onto the floor. The cats immediately pounced on the spilled food, gobbling it up with enthusiasm. Karen sighed, grateful they were at least distracted for the moment.
After what felt like an eternity, Karen finally managed to dump the remaining food into the bowls. The cats happily began eating, their loud meows replaced by contented purring.
Karen leaned back against the couch, utterly exhausted. She had managed to feed the cats, but the effort had drained her completely. Her legs, still bound at the knees and ankles, were trembling from the strain of wriggling across the floor.
Chapter 6: A Nap Gone Wrong
Leaning against the couch, Karen closed her eyes for a moment, letting her body relax. The snugness of the straitjacket and the tightness of the gag were ever-present, but she was too tired to care. She needed to rest, if only for a few minutes.
Before she knew it, she had drifted off to sleep, her body slumped against the couch, her bare legs stretched out in front of her.
When Karen awoke, the first thing she noticed was the weight on her chest. It felt like something heavy was pressing down on her, making it difficult to breathe.
Her eyes fluttered open, and she realized with a groan that all three cats were piled on top of her. Pickles, the heaviest of the bunch, was lying across her chest, his fluffy body completely pinning her down. Muffin had curled up on her stomach, and Socks was stretched out across her bound knees, his head resting on her legs.
"Mmmmmphhh…" Karen muttered, trying to wriggle free, but the cats stubbornly refused to move.
She shifted her body, hoping to dislodge at least one of them, but they only snuggled closer, purring contentedly as if nothing in the world could disturb them.
"Rrrrrmmphhh… cmmmoonnnn…" Karen groaned, her voice strained by the gag. She could barely breathe, let alone move, with all three cats lying on top of her.
Despite her best efforts, the cats remained stubbornly in place, oblivious to her struggles.
Just as Karen was about to release a resigned sigh, she heard the familiar sound of paws padding across the floor. Her eyes widened as she realized what was happening.
The dog was coming.
Chapter 7: A New Problem
Their dog, Max, was a large, lovable mutt who weighed more than all three cats combined. Karen had hoped he wouldn’t join in on the chaos, but it seemed fate had other plans.
Max trotted over to where Karen was lying, his tail wagging excitedly as he approached. Without hesitation, he plopped down across her hips, his large body settling heavily on top of her.
"Mmmmmphhh!" Karen gasped, her body completely pinned beneath the combined weight of the cats and the dog. She thrashed and wriggled, trying desperately to free herself, but it was no use. Max was too heavy, and the cats were too comfortable to move.
Frustration welled up inside her as she struggled harder, her body twisting and turning beneath the weight of the animals. The straitjacket made it impossible for her to use her arms, and the gag kept her from voicing her frustration properly.
"Rrrrrrmmmphhh… mmphhhhh!" Karen groaned, her voice muffled and strained.
Despite her best efforts, the animals remained firmly in place, completely unbothered by her struggles.
Chapter 8: The Call for Help
Karen knew there was only one option left—she had to call Roberta. But with the animals pinning her down and her phone still on the coffee table, it seemed like an impossible task.
She wriggled and thrashed, trying to free herself from the weight of the cats and dog, but it was no use. She was completely trapped.
"Mmmmmphhh… hrmmmmpphhh…" Karen muttered, her voice barely audible.
After several more minutes of futile struggling, Karen finally gave up. She lay there, completely still, her chest heaving beneath the weight of Pickles, Muffin, and Max. The cats purred softly, completely content in their victory.
Karen closed her eyes and let out a long, muffled sigh
Chapter 8: The Release
The sound of the front door opening snapped Karen out of her helpless stupor. She felt a wave of relief rush through her, knowing that Roberta had finally come home. But that relief was mixed with a sense of growing irritation. She could hear Roberta's footsteps approaching, and soon enough, her wife appeared in the doorway, her face breaking into a wide grin as she took in the scene before her.
Roberta leaned against the doorframe, her arms crossed, clearly trying to stifle her laughter but failing miserably. Karen lay helpless on the floor, still tightly bound in the Max Cita straitjacket, the panel gag strapped firmly in place. On top of her were Pickles, Muffin, and Socks, happily lounging in various positions across her body. And, of course, Max, the large dog, was sprawled out across her hips, pinning her down completely.
"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Roberta chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement. "Looks like you’re in a bit of a bind, darling."
Karen shot her a glare, but her response was muffled by the gag. "Mmmmmphhh! Rrrbbbrrttaaa! Thrrrrsss nnnttt fffunnn! Gggt mmm oouuttt fffffrrm underrrr thhhhss dddddrrrm crrrttss!" She wriggled in place, trying to emphasize her frustration. The cats remained unbothered, and Max let out a contented huff, his weight pressing down even more.
Roberta burst out laughing, tears welling up in her eyes. "Oh my god, this is too good. You’re trapped by the whole gang!" She wiped a tear from her cheek, still grinning ear to ear. "And the gag makes it all the more priceless."
"Mmmmmmphhh! Yrrr rrggghhhh thhhsss nnntttt ffffunnny! Gggggt thmmmmm offff mmm nnnooooww!" Karen was livid, her muffled tirade continuing as she thrashed under the combined weight of the animals. "Rrrbbrrrttttaaaa! Hww cmm yyyrrr jjjjstttt stttannnnddd tthhhhrrr lllghhnnng? Hrrrry uppp and gggggttt mmmmmm oouutttt!"
Roberta raised an eyebrow at the long-winded rant, clearly enjoying the sight of her wife so completely defeated by their furry companions. "Aww, come on, babe, it’s not so bad. You look pretty cozy there," she teased, walking over to where Karen lay.
"Mmmmpphhhh! Czzzyyy?! Rrrrrmmmmphhh!" Karen thrashed again, her frustration reaching its peak as she struggled against the straitjacket and the weight of the cats and dog.
Roberta grinned, crouching down beside her wife and stroking Pickles' fur. "Okay, okay, I’ll save you, you poor thing," she said, clearly relishing Karen’s flustered state.
But instead of immediately freeing Karen, Roberta stretched out beside her on the floor, gently pushing Pickles aside to make room. She wrapped an arm around Karen’s tightly bound body, pulling her close. Instantly, the tension in Karen’s body began to melt away. Roberta’s warmth, combined with the soft weight of their pets, created an unexpected sense of comfort.
"Mmmmphhh…" Karen’s muffled protests quieted as she felt Roberta’s arm around her.
"There we go, much better," Roberta murmured, nestling in next to Karen and resting her head on her shoulder. Pickles, not one to be left out, curled back up against Karen’s legs. Muffin shifted slightly but remained comfortably settled across Karen’s stomach, and Socks purred softly at her feet. Even Max adjusted himself, settling down more comfortably across her hips.
Despite herself, Karen sighed through her nose, her frustration ebbing away as she relaxed into the comforting embrace of her wife and the warm presence of their pets. Roberta gave her a soft kiss on the cheek, her hand gently stroking Karen’s hair.
"See? Isn’t this better? All of us, together," Roberta whispered, her voice warm and soothing.
Karen’s initial anger slowly gave way to contentment. As much as she hated to admit it, there was something undeniably blissful about being surrounded by Roberta and their goofy pets, even if she was still bound and gagged. The weight of the animals, which had once felt oppressive, now felt like a warm, protective blanket.
"Mmmmmphhhh…" Karen sighed softly, her body relaxing fully into Roberta’s embrace.
"That’s my girl," Roberta murmured, her lips brushing against Karen’s ear. "We’ll get you out of this soon, I promise. But for now… just enjoy the moment."
And for the first time all day, Karen did just that. Surrounded by the ones she loved, with Roberta by her side, all the earlier frustration melted away into pure, unfiltered bliss.