Enlightenment Through BDSM

“So, first you just need to focus on the dress. There’s a ‘space’ inside of you, the same space your Job card goes. The Job card sort of acts like a tutorial for the rest of your inventory. You focus on that space too—I like to think of it as holding the space in one hand and the item in my other—and then just try and grab the item with that space, and you’re all done!”

“Right,” I said, still staring at Kalia. “But what did you say about the rest of my—”

“Go ahead and try it,” she said, smiling and looking like she hadn’t heard me say anything at all.

“Okay…” My mind was having trouble focusing on the lesson, obviously. Kalia was half naked, closer to actually naked than I’d ever seen her anyway, even though she still had on her full underwear set and that small blouse. But still, I did my best to focus, trained my thoughts on the yellow dress with one hand, that real-but-not-quite-actually-there space that I left my Job card in with the other, and tried pulling them together. It took some concentration, a bit of effort, but finally it happened. One second, dress, the next second, no dress. “I did it!”

I looked up, hoping to find some approval in Kalia’s face. I think she was trying to hide it, but she did offer a slight smile. “Good job. Now, try it on your armor. You can still dump it into the inventory while you’re wearing it.”

“Alright!” I said, not even thinking about the inevitable end goal of this chain of events anymore. It was harder to do it with my shin guards on since I couldn’t exactly completely hold them, but with one hand on the plate and the other focused on my inventory, I eventually passed that barrier too. “Yes,” I half-hissed under my breath, moving on to the next piece.

Once the other shin guard was done, it was time for my forearm armor. That proved to be quite a bit tricker, since one hand had to grab onto the pieces, and the other arm wasn’t exactly free since it was attached to that same piece. I struggled with it for at least a few minutes before sighing and throwing my arms down in frustration.

“That one would be a bit harder,” Kalia said, taking my gloved hand in hers and rubbing my palm. “Go ahead and just do your gloves and arm braces while holding them.”

“Fine,” I said, still a little annoyed that I’d failed. But once I slipped them off it was surprisingly easy to get them away, only a couple seconds for each piece. 

“See, you’re getting it,” Kalia reassured me. I knew what she was doing at this point, goading me into taking off more and more clothes under the guise of teaching me, praising me at each opportunity to make sure I kept going, not acknowledging what was really going on like she was just innocently showing me the ways of the world. It didn’t make my tail swish any less at the compliment…

“These next, I guess?” I asked, placing my hands on the ties at my waist. 

“Oh? I mean, if you want to keep practicing, I suppose.” God, that I-have-no-idea-what-you’re-talking-about smile was driving me wild. The night before had already been good, but I wanted more. I’d fallen asleep so fast, so much like a rock I couldn’t remember if we even cuddled afterwards, just remembered hitting the mattress and waking up to her crawling out of bed in the late morning.

“Well, maybe I could be done practicing for now,” I said. It was a gamble, one I wasn’t sure how it was going to play out.

“W— what?” Kalia said, eyes actually filled with confusion. 

“Oh, you know, just a little tired from walking.” I knew it would be better if I didn’t let on what I was doing, but, well, I wasn’t really good at hiding my emotions, not the happy, fun ones anyway, so I couldn’t help but let out a little smirk as I answered. 

I could see the lightbulb appear above her head, the eye roll, the shaking of her head. “That girl’s brat really is rubbing off on you—and don’t you dare say anything about a mouse!”

“I don’t know what you mean,” I said, turning away to hide my blushing face, though my twitching ears probably gave away enough regardless.

“Fine then,” Kalia said with a chuckle. “We can play this way, but I hope you know what you’re getting into. You’re not the first brat I’ve had to break, you know?”

“Don’t you mean… bcat?”

For a moment, she actually looked dumbfounded, like she couldn’t believe I’d said that. “Line crossed,” she said with a smile as she shook her head, “strip, send your clothes away one after the other until you’re left kneeling there naked like the naughty girl you are.”

It was an order, one that I couldn’t deny thanks to the pact we had. I could feel the intent behind the words even beyond just the literal meaning, and my body reacted to them on its own, kneeling up straight, puffing my chest out to present it to her as she laid down on the bedroll, as much a piece of art to me as she was an audience. 

I bit my lips, tried to look conflicted for show, but honestly I loved every moment of it, each motion my arm took as it moved against my will to grab the decorative cord and my belt both. I actually relished in trying to fight it, pretending to myself that I really didn’t have a choice, loving the feeling that no matter what I did, my arms kept moving, my soul itself kept moving as I reached out for the inventory. 

There’s no pop sound when it happens, just a vanishing, and then your open vest flapping open, tummy and tits both falling out into view, nipples barely hidden. But then you’re reaching for that too, grabbing on to the hem. “Come on, what did I do to deserve this,” I asked, giving her my best puppy dog eyes once more

“If you apologize for that horrible pun, I’ll release the command,” Kalia said, smirk growing even more. I was glad we were both having fun with it, it seemed.

“But I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I said, exaggerating the words and my innocence together.

“Then finish the job, and hope this is all the punishment you receive.”

More punishment? I honestly didn’t care what punishment it would be, so long as there was the possibility she was actually going to touch me this time. The thought distracted me enough that I actually lost focus on my shirt and the inventory, the idea sending shivers through my body, an aching want for stimulation to my pussy. I guess even Kalia’s orders weren’t absolute, at least not if they required me to focus and I was too uncontrollably horny to do so. 

Still, I was trying my best to focus, had to try my best to focus, despite the fighting ideas in my head. I gripped the vest as hard as I could, grabbed the air with my other, and finally it happened, me there, topless, blushing, one hand reaching for my pants.

“Good girl,” Kalia said. “Maybe if you keep it up, I won’t have to punish you at all.”

“No,” I moaned, biting my lips. “Don’t say that, I—”

“You what, dear? Certainly you weren’t about to tell me you want to be punished, right?”

God, she really was going to make me admit it, wasn’t she? Hand still gripping the waistband of my pants, my last bastion of modesty, I had to fight it with everything I had, had to convince her I was actually a bad girl, that I—

“Oy!” 

The sound broke my train of thought, broke both of our focus as we turned to the outside just in time to see the tent flap opening, a large mouse-eared head peeking through. “Either of you have an extra tooth… brush?”