KASTI - PRELIMINARY MEETING
Kasti hated crawling around on all fours. Mistress Heather, having caught her masturbating--apparently having expected it (humiliating!)--had wasted no time applying a spanking, and then. dialing up a punishment service. She'd wanted to try out Petting--and, apparently, wasn't quite ready to subject her "little"--Yasmine--to it.
Kasti wore big thick gloves with internal braces that routed the pressure to her forearms and shoulders rather than her hands. They also made her hands utterly worthless for anything (especially scratching or touching herself--but everything else as well).
She wore a collar that looked "inflatable" and had a leash. It could apply light shocks on her throat or be created to shock if she made noise over a certain level--but Mistress Heather had turned those nasty options down.
Her feet and knees were encased in big pads like her hands--it made crawling around easier--but she couldn't stand without getting a good jolt to her poor soles. She also had to keep her knees spread or get a 'reminder' buzz--followed by a shock if she didn't comply. Kasti was familiar enough with parusa sa paa--foot punishment--that she took the rules there VERY seriously.
The topping, of course, was the anal-plug that was attached to an articulated "tail." Lightly furred, the mechanical appendage moved in conjunction with both her muscular contractions and the plug's assessment of her arousal-level
It was bright pink and curled up like a question mark, showing her as aroused. If she didn't keep her hips rolled and her bottom thrust out, the plug would, like the horrible foot-pads, apply a "tingle" and then a shock if she didn't comply.
The bright pink rubber "panties" she wore were designed to provide absolutely no modesty: they were tight and came with a catheter that had slipped easily--very lubricated--into her urethra as Mistress Heather put the panties on--and as her bladder helplessly drained, the urine collected in a 'bag' that lay along her labia, 'inflating them' with clear plastic bladders that showed anyone looking how hydrated she was!
The get up wasn't uncomfortable other than feeling like she had to pee--and thanks to the horrid plug--poo all the time. Being walked around on a leash, however, just made the whole ensemble unbearable and she was aware of tourists eagerly taking pictures of her as Mistress Heather walked them outside.
Yasmine--Mistress Heather's assistant and 'little' was theoretically on the same low level as Kasti (Yasmine was also under punishment)--but being a foreigner--an American--apparently put her above the local girl. She'd been so taken with the cuteness of Kasti that she'd asked for and been allowed to buy a cat-ears hair-band for Kasti.
She now wore that too.
Blushing fiercely, she forced herself to look forlornly into the tourists' cameras as they clicked, recording her punishment for their galleries. Ughhhh. She desperately hoped they didn't understand the implications of her erect 'tail.'
They had exited the auto-cab and walked down a long plaza with fountains in the center and manicured planters of grass and trees along the raised walkways on either side. It was a hot day and Kasti had clambered along; the padding making soft hissing or crinkling sounds as she moved.
This was near the ring of the central city and the starscrapers soared overhead, vanishing up into the blue. The nearness to the city's core meant more tourists and more high profile / high dominance citizens, and she knew she was a subject of attention even without the camera clicks. A quad-copter media drone was trailing them, focused on her, she thought. Great.
That all ended when they passed through the doors into an air-conditioned lobby of a private office building / apartment complex. It was modular, reconfigurable, and could be rented for various uses. Right now, much of it was dormant. However, Mistress Heather was meeting with someone from the Trade Show.
Kasti crouched, uncomfortable as Mistress Heather set up her attaché and private coms system to demo Princess. The impending "trade show" had turned out to be a pre-trade-show demo for a select sub-group of interested parties. The big-deal was, apparently, coming later.
Now, Princess' avatar was presented in 3-dimensional projection on the table, stretched out on an X-rack, nude, her body gleaming with a sheen of oil. She looked both outraged and hugely embarrassed--eyes wide, struggling in the restraints.
Her mouth was sealed with a bright pink "pacifier" gag which was coded to taste like a man's cum. A code module from Kasti--an "itch worm"--a small cellular automata electronic 'organism' had been applied between her cheeks. Kasti knew Princess' struggles were mostly an attempt to claw the horrible thing off her anus where it squirmed and probed, applying its intense discomfort in a myriad of always-changing ways, looking for whatever was worst at the time.
Kasti's punishment had cleaned up Princess' 'potty-mouth'--technically, anyway. When tested before leaving, the artilect had called Yasmine a "clock-licking potato-brained slug-sucker."
The three humans had been, honestly, quite impressed with both her determination and creativity--but Kasti could see there needed to be a good deal more correction in Princess's future. Without a peer network, embarrassing the artilect in front of others was hard to do.
Now, men in slick pastel colored suits and a few women (one in the same kind of locking plastic pant-suit that Yasmin wore) were examining Princess closely. They had their own artilect units set up and were going to have the avatars of them "interface" with the bound Princess. Kasti knew this would be terribly exciting and awfully humiliating for the artilect.
She was pleased that, thanks to the itch-worm, the pleasant aspects of having the other artilects intimately interface with her would be quite muted by the surge of discomfort the punishment module provided.
Unfortunately, Mistress Heather wasn't ready to have Kasti in the room for negotiations.
"I saw a disciplinX downstairs in the plaza," Mistress Heather said, handing the leash to Yasmin. Two artilect-girls, slinky and clothed in harem-silks were running their hands over Princess' nude body, smirking at her distress, and kissing the tears on her cheeks.
One of them giggled, running her hands between Princess's nether lips. Kasti knew that the 'biological' response of lubrication was horrible for an artilect--and having it focused on this way was awful.
The men watched, carefully noting how the 'alien' artilect struggled and squirmed--and recording feedback from their own artilects. Princess bucked, trying to throw the hands off--and the artilect girls giggled! One of them begin to spank the gleaming buttocks of their captive.
"Take our masturbress down there," Mistress Heather said. "Get her some starter-punishment for touching herself. You can have a light-maintenance too, Yasmin. She gave Yasmin a swat on the seat of her pantsuit, and Kasti heard the plastic crinkle of the material. "Go."
"Yes, miss!" Yasmin squeaked and, taking the leash, led Kasti out of the rented office spaces.
The plaza was a wide, bright white cement space with planters and shaded pergola like areas. A number of service shops ringed it, ready to take care of the office workers. Coffee shops, quick-stop limited shopping for various necessities, a transport-rental office, hair and makeup vendors, a micro-gym... and a disciplinX.
Yasmin looked at it, with unease. Kasti looked at it with slight dismay: here, near the heart of the city, it would be a professionally bad outfit--used to taking cub-executives and breaking them into sobbing puddles or giving them intense arousal so as to eagerly attend... or 'attend' their superiors. For her--clearly a girl from the outskirts of Tersnia's city--they might be merciless.
The sign was flanked by two images--a naked boy and girl, seen from the bare shoulder blades down to the thighs. Both displayed vividly spanked buttocks--the main splash of color on the otherwise black and white art.
"How bad will it be?" Yasmin asked, staring at it.
