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An art trade with of their character Shibs!
Loved working with her!

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EDIT: Lovely story by

“...hmmmmm...” Shibs hummed, thoughtfully, and just a tiny bit pleasantly.

This might not be the reaction other people would have to someone breaking into their home and tying them up, leaving them on the living room floor, but...Shibs had unique tastes. And to be honest, there seemed to be little harm in it.

“...hmmm...” She hummed again, testing her bonds, she was telling herself, even as a ripple of barely-contained glee ran down her spine.

She'd been 'testing' them for a few minutes, and each time the result had been a slowly increasing degree of enjoyment, even pleasure.

Shibarin, or 'Shibs', as she preferred, was curled up on the floor, beneath her own sofa. She squirmed about, her mass of pink hair barely held in place by her multi-bowed hairband, her ears and tail flicking about as she moved, 'testing' her bonds some more. The TV was on, but she was hardly paying attention to that now. Her green eyes flashed a little jealously, lips pressed in a thin pout. Was her captor paying attention to her, or the TV?

Thin, sturdy, if soft, and comfortable, ropes were tied around her arms, banded together above and below her chest, secured between her breasts, too. Ropes were wound around her arms, and harnessed tightly behind her back. Her wrists were tied securely together behind her back too, with...with a lot of tape smothering each of her hands, like mittens. Her fingers were useless, she had no hope of picking any knots.

So helpless. That in itself was rather exciting. She could feel herself growing a little more excited, as the minutes went on. This was helped a little bit by the state of her dress, or lack of it, indeed.

She was still wearing her smart blue jacket, buttoned over her 'un'-buttoned white blouse, beneath. Her pale green bra, trimmed with cute white frills showed beneath, around the ropes. But below the waist...the intruder had waisted no time removing her skirt!

Her lower half was covered by nothing but her white-topped, dark, thigh-high stockings, fitted with elegant clasps, holding them up. And her matching...somewhat skimpy, pale green panties, also trimmed with adorable white frills. Her legs too were tied tightly, ankles bound, with more tying her knees and thighs together. But all of that rather paled to the series of ropes harnessed around her waist, and...between her legs...rubbing through her soft panties every time she moved.

“...mmmm....” Shibs...well, it wasn't a hum, really, this time, as she squirmed about again, still curled up on the floor.

Without warning, a hand came down, strangely gentle, and...and started rubbing the top of her head, and playing with her ears. Shibs trilled, happily, unable to stop herself, eyes closed and smiling in a kind of euphoria. She 'loved' it when people-

The hand stopped, and she heard a tearing sound. Like fabric. Oddly familiar fabric.

Shibs cracked open her eyes, lifting her head to stare up at her unexpected guest, currently occupying her sofa. The woman was busy tearing her skirt into strips.

“My skirt.” Shibs sighed, scowling, just a bit irked.

She'd liked that one.

The woman said nothing, smiling a little, if anything, as she took one or two of the strips and started wadding them in her hands.

Shibs had a feeling she knew what was coming. She tried to be annoyed about it, angry, even, but to be honest...she was looking forward to it. So instead she just made sure she 'looked' annoyed.

“Are you having fun? Couldn't find someone else to play with you, huh?” She quipped, snarkily.

“Found you.” The woman replied, happily, and actually slid down off the sofa, onto the floor, behind her.

It was the only thing her captor had said since breaking in. She had a strangely nice, calming, soothing voice, for a kidnapper, Shibs thought.

She found herself pulled back, and her upper-body lifted slightly, onto the woman's lap. The woman held up a wadded ball of fabric, her former skirt, and Shibs pursed her lips, stubbornly.

...not 'too' stubbornly though.

The woman only smiled again, and used her other hand to cup Shib's chin, touching her cheek softly, caressing. Shibs felt her false-stubbornness melt, in seconds. The woman used her thumb, rubbing it across her lips, and then carefully levered her mouth open.

“...aahhmmmphh...” Shibs mumbled, as the thick wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, compliantly.

That wasn't enough though, not for her captor...and not for Shibs, to be honest. She waited, a touch expectantly, for the woman to take more of the strips of her torn skirt, and tie one between her stuffed, bulging lips. And then another, thickly-folded, white cloth over her mouth, covering the rest, knotting it tightly behind her head.

“Mmmphh.” Shibs mumbled, quite muffled now, under her gag.

...and then, before she knew it, her ears were being played with again.

“Hhmmmpphhh...” Shibs mumbled in utterly helpless , giddy, glee, goosebumps all over. “Mmmmmmpphh...”

And then the woman's 'other' hand was roving, rubbing, her bare thigh, her hips, and then caressing, massaging, moving slowly, sloooowly, further down, between her legs.

“Mmmmpphhhh...” Shibs could only muffle her meek mumbling murmur, into her gag, lost in the throes of growing pleasure under the dual intimate assault.

-then-

“Mmph?” Shibs grunted, in surprise, at the...the curiously mechanical buzzing sound.

She hardly had time to open her eyes, before...before something was slid under the crotch-rope, between her legs, and over her panties.

“MMMPH!” Shibs huffed, stiffening all over, only for the woman to clamp a hand over her gagged mouth, while her other hand held the...device in place, between her legs.

“Shhh.” The woman cooed, leaning down, breathing into her ear.

The thrumming, steady, rhythm had her body on fire, tense, straining, fidgeting like mad, in her bonds, but the woman held firm.

In fact, something else was happening, down there. She managed to crack one eye open, near-frantic, and saw the woman was busy...under her butt, with more ropes. She felt the device prod...somewhere intimate, and stay there, thrumming away. She could just see...feel...it had been tied there, with an intricate bit of ropework. Just near enough to 'feel' it, a lot, but gentle, soft enough...to be very...frustrating...

“MMMPPPHH!” Shibs whined, desperate, hand clamped over her gag, muffling her cries further.

She twisted, turned, tussled frantically, but she could find no release. Not as the thing built the pressure, built it to maddening heights, held there, sometimes rubbed there, whenenever she moved. The woman's now free hand roved, sometimes playing with her ears, her tail, sometimes over the front of her delicate underwear, touching, playing.

“Shhhhh...” The woman whispered again, light, warm breath, and lips touching the tips of her ears, driving her even wilder.

Shibs couldn't even think anymore, she was lost somewhere between heaven, and hell, and all she wanted was to tip one way or the other!

The woman nipped at her ear, gently, and she plied her fingers once more, under her crotch-rope. Her hand squeezed, tighter, over Shib's packed, thick gag. The throbbing, vibrating thing went faster, suddenly, and she felt fingers slipped 'under' the waistband of her panties.

“Breathe.” The woman whispered, and order, like giving permission.

“MMMRRNNMMPHH!” Shibs moaned, as release came, and she was pushed over the edge.

Pleasure, and peace, washed over her, like a wave. The fire dimmed, her body melted, into warm, fuzzy goo, in her captor's hold. Her panties were a touch damp, and more worn, than they had been earlier, but Shibs was too tired, and too relieved, to care. She simply sighed, into her gag, content, eyes closing.

“Good girl.”

Description
An art trade with of their character Shibs!
Loved working with her!

Tape and OTN gag and Vibrator variants available on Patreon for $3 pledgers!
www.patreon.com/posts/55689368

EDIT: Lovely story by

“...hmmmmm...” Shibs hummed, thoughtfully, and just a tiny bit pleasantly.

This might not be the reaction other people would have to someone breaking into their home and tying them up, leaving them on the living room floor, but...Shibs had unique tastes. And to be honest, there seemed to be little harm in it.

“...hmmm...” She hummed again, testing her bonds, she was telling herself, even as a ripple of barely-contained glee ran down her spine.

She'd been 'testing' them for a few minutes, and each time the result had been a slowly increasing degree of enjoyment, even pleasure.

Shibarin, or 'Shibs', as she preferred, was curled up on the floor, beneath her own sofa. She squirmed about, her mass of pink hair barely held in place by her multi-bowed hairband, her ears and tail flicking about as she moved, 'testing' her bonds some more. The TV was on, but she was hardly paying attention to that now. Her green eyes flashed a little jealously, lips pressed in a thin pout. Was her captor paying attention to her, or the TV?

Thin, sturdy, if soft, and comfortable, ropes were tied around her arms, banded together above and below her chest, secured between her breasts, too. Ropes were wound around her arms, and harnessed tightly behind her back. Her wrists were tied securely together behind her back too, with...with a lot of tape smothering each of her hands, like mittens. Her fingers were useless, she had no hope of picking any knots.

So helpless. That in itself was rather exciting. She could feel herself growing a little more excited, as the minutes went on. This was helped a little bit by the state of her dress, or lack of it, indeed.

She was still wearing her smart blue jacket, buttoned over her 'un'-buttoned white blouse, beneath. Her pale green bra, trimmed with cute white frills showed beneath, around the ropes. But below the waist...the intruder had waisted no time removing her skirt!

Her lower half was covered by nothing but her white-topped, dark, thigh-high stockings, fitted with elegant clasps, holding them up. And her matching...somewhat skimpy, pale green panties, also trimmed with adorable white frills. Her legs too were tied tightly, ankles bound, with more tying her knees and thighs together. But all of that rather paled to the series of ropes harnessed around her waist, and...between her legs...rubbing through her soft panties every time she moved.

“...mmmm....” Shibs...well, it wasn't a hum, really, this time, as she squirmed about again, still curled up on the floor.

Without warning, a hand came down, strangely gentle, and...and started rubbing the top of her head, and playing with her ears. Shibs trilled, happily, unable to stop herself, eyes closed and smiling in a kind of euphoria. She 'loved' it when people-

The hand stopped, and she heard a tearing sound. Like fabric. Oddly familiar fabric.

Shibs cracked open her eyes, lifting her head to stare up at her unexpected guest, currently occupying her sofa. The woman was busy tearing her skirt into strips.

“My skirt.” Shibs sighed, scowling, just a bit irked.

She'd liked that one.

The woman said nothing, smiling a little, if anything, as she took one or two of the strips and started wadding them in her hands.

Shibs had a feeling she knew what was coming. She tried to be annoyed about it, angry, even, but to be honest...she was looking forward to it. So instead she just made sure she 'looked' annoyed.

“Are you having fun? Couldn't find someone else to play with you, huh?” She quipped, snarkily.

“Found you.” The woman replied, happily, and actually slid down off the sofa, onto the floor, behind her.

It was the only thing her captor had said since breaking in. She had a strangely nice, calming, soothing voice, for a kidnapper, Shibs thought.

She found herself pulled back, and her upper-body lifted slightly, onto the woman's lap. The woman held up a wadded ball of fabric, her former skirt, and Shibs pursed her lips, stubbornly.

...not 'too' stubbornly though.

The woman only smiled again, and used her other hand to cup Shib's chin, touching her cheek softly, caressing. Shibs felt her false-stubbornness melt, in seconds. The woman used her thumb, rubbing it across her lips, and then carefully levered her mouth open.

“...aahhmmmphh...” Shibs mumbled, as the thick wad of cloth was stuffed into her mouth, compliantly.

That wasn't enough though, not for her captor...and not for Shibs, to be honest. She waited, a touch expectantly, for the woman to take more of the strips of her torn skirt, and tie one between her stuffed, bulging lips. And then another, thickly-folded, white cloth over her mouth, covering the rest, knotting it tightly behind her head.

“Mmmphh.” Shibs mumbled, quite muffled now, under her gag.

...and then, before she knew it, her ears were being played with again.

“Hhmmmpphhh...” Shibs mumbled in utterly helpless , giddy, glee, goosebumps all over. “Mmmmmmpphh...”

And then the woman's 'other' hand was roving, rubbing, her bare thigh, her hips, and then caressing, massaging, moving slowly, sloooowly, further down, between her legs.

“Mmmmpphhhh...” Shibs could only muffle her meek mumbling murmur, into her gag, lost in the throes of growing pleasure under the dual intimate assault.

-then-

“Mmph?” Shibs grunted, in surprise, at the...the curiously mechanical buzzing sound.

She hardly had time to open her eyes, before...before something was slid under the crotch-rope, between her legs, and over her panties.

“MMMPH!” Shibs huffed, stiffening all over, only for the woman to clamp a hand over her gagged mouth, while her other hand held the...device in place, between her legs.

“Shhh.” The woman cooed, leaning down, breathing into her ear.

The thrumming, steady, rhythm had her body on fire, tense, straining, fidgeting like mad, in her bonds, but the woman held firm.

In fact, something else was happening, down there. She managed to crack one eye open, near-frantic, and saw the woman was busy...under her butt, with more ropes. She felt the device prod...somewhere intimate, and stay there, thrumming away. She could just see...feel...it had been tied there, with an intricate bit of ropework. Just near enough to 'feel' it, a lot, but gentle, soft enough...to be very...frustrating...

“MMMPPPHH!” Shibs whined, desperate, hand clamped over her gag, muffling her cries further.

She twisted, turned, tussled frantically, but she could find no release. Not as the thing built the pressure, built it to maddening heights, held there, sometimes rubbed there, whenenever she moved. The woman's now free hand roved, sometimes playing with her ears, her tail, sometimes over the front of her delicate underwear, touching, playing.

“Shhhhh...” The woman whispered again, light, warm breath, and lips touching the tips of her ears, driving her even wilder.

Shibs couldn't even think anymore, she was lost somewhere between heaven, and hell, and all she wanted was to tip one way or the other!

The woman nipped at her ear, gently, and she plied her fingers once more, under her crotch-rope. Her hand squeezed, tighter, over Shib's packed, thick gag. The throbbing, vibrating thing went faster, suddenly, and she felt fingers slipped 'under' the waistband of her panties.

“Breathe.” The woman whispered, and order, like giving permission.

“MMMRRNNMMPHH!” Shibs moaned, as release came, and she was pushed over the edge.

Pleasure, and peace, washed over her, like a wave. The fire dimmed, her body melted, into warm, fuzzy goo, in her captor's hold. Her panties were a touch damp, and more worn, than they had been earlier, but Shibs was too tired, and too relieved, to care. She simply sighed, into her gag, content, eyes closing.

“Good girl.”