Chapter 17
Content Warning: Edging, chastity, body writing, sensory deprivation, lack of aftercare
Weiss had no success in getting off. The closest she came was rubbing her breasts with the paws, but before long, the collar started administering small warning shocks. At that, she stopped. Not just because she feared a bigger, much more painful shock, but because once when she was younger she saw a movie that involved a woman masturbating with a shocking wand to dissuade her from the act- in the end, all it seemed to do for the fictitious woman was give her an electric play kink. Weiss did not need to be changed in any more ways than she already was! All she could do was lay in bed and try to ignore the way her body craved relief and her mind craved comfort. Blake's arms would have easily soothed her to sleep… but the bitch ran off on her… left her alone… cold… Just like back home.
The heiress was plagued with nightmares when she finally got to sleep, Plagued with nightmares, and not a single one involved the dark-haired faunus. All Whitley, Jacques, and the empty shadow left by Winter. When she woke, Weiss felt freezing though covered in sweat. A quick check confirmed that Blake had been back in the room during Weiss's slumber. The chair was gone and her bowl had been refilled. It looked particularly nice, like the faunus had spent extra time putting it all together. The same yogurt, but with more fruit than usual, granola, and two or three different vibrantly colored drizzles of something that looked tangy and sweet. Across the bowl, three pieces of bacon had been laid neatly. It all looked good and smelled better. She'd not had bacon in years. It was fatty and she needed to keep up her figure; the perfect silhouette for the SDC. That idea felt… ridiculous and a half with her hands tied up in paws and calves bound to her thighs.
Tentatively, Weiss took one bite. It was savory, salty in the best way. She just wanted more. Thankfully, she had more. Two more pieces. It was some fraction of what she needed the night before. Comfort. Weiss continued with the rest of her breakfast and found herself drowsy again. Drowsy and craving warm arms to fall asleep onto. An iota of comfort, and she was slipping again! No! Weiss had to stay firm! Resist everything from that damn faunus! No more! No more! "No more!" The chant in her mind grew loud enough it slipped out as a whisper.
"No more what?" Blake questioned from her perch in the doorway. The cold anger she had from the day prior was gone. If Weiss didn't know better, she'd have questioned if this was the same Blake? The same woman who had been so cold, cruel, icy the night before? Could she really already be back to being so cheery?
"N! Nothing!" Weiss huffed.
Blake pouted that sickening little 'poor disobedient Kitten' pout.
"What do you want!" Weiss barked out and crawled back into her bed.
"Oh? Someone woke up all cranky today."
"I'm not cranky!" Weiss glared.
"You sure?" Blake looked down to Weiss with what the fledgling Kitten was sure must simply have been faux care.
"I'm perfectly sure!" Weiss steamed. She wanted to snap, to say something cold, harsh, or even just to address how mad she was about the previous night; how wrong it felt to be wound up like that and not even gently let down with the usual comfort. It would have been one thing if Blake hadn't taught her to expect that comfort, but every time prior! Since the first time Blake laid hands on her, there was only one constant; that comfort, the reassurance. Weiss felt sick. She felt sick and she was moderately sure that Blake could tell from how the faunus's chipper expression sunk.
"Aww, don't be so sad just because I put that belt on you. I'm here to let you out for a while! So be happy! Come on now Kitten! I wanna see a smile!" Blake tried in her cheery tone, but it didn't sound nearly as convincing.
"I don't care about the belt! Just you continuing to be gross and kinky." Weiss pawed around at her bedding, trying to make a nice little nook to curl up in.
"Merow." Blake mimicked an angry cat noize. "You really are a cranky Kitty today, huh?"
"Just shut up and leave me alone."
"Aww, Kitten, did you forget, you didn't help me yesterday, and now we still have your training sessions to do every day."
"Fine then!" Weiss snapped. "Just get going and get it over with already!"
Blake's pout only grew more melodramatic.
"Well! Are you going to do it or no!" Weiss yelled
"I have an idea; something to help get you more used to the new role you have now as my Kitten." Blake lit up just a little, bouncing on her feet before she ran off.
"Huh? What? New… uugh whatever." Weiss rolled her eyes and just laid down with the hope to fall asleep before Blake returned. That hope, of course, didn't come to fruition. Before she knew it, Blake was back and sitting on the bed. She quickly pulled Weiss over her lap.
"What do you want?" Weiss lashed out as soon as her eyes reopened.
"I want you to relax and stop being such a petulant Kitten."
"Then just let me go! I promise I'll wear a nice little smile!"
"No, no. We both know that's not how this works. Sorry Kitten." Blake pet down Weiss's back, but the Kitten wriggled and fought against what was intended to be a soothing and comforting touch.
"Just! Just do what you're going to do to me and get it over with so you can leave already!"
"Still not how it works Kitten. I come down and take care of you how I want to." Blake sighed, her hand soothing down Weiss's back as slow and gently as she could.
"No!" Weiss struggled a new, in a way she hadn't with Blake since she had first been taken. "You're not taking ca-" Weiss was cut off by the faunus's hand at her mouth and another small crystal of dust unintentionally crunched between her teeth. Fear struck through her as her body locked up, but then she realized it was only the paralyzing dust.
"Shh, this one isn't as strong as the first cut I gave you. You should be able to talk and move a little."
"Biuuch!" Weiss slurred weakly.
Blake took a deep breath. "What has you so mad Kitten? You were the one acting up yesterday." She wondered for herself and not really for Weiss to reply. "Hmm, well, maybe this will help." Blake opened something with a little pop and leaned over Weiss's back to get a better look at her ass. She undid the chastity belt and slipped it off, guiding Weiss's legs so she could pull it off for the Kitten. Already, Weiss could feel her wetness on display. That damn lotion! It had her worked up all the time and made even the slightest amount feel… Weiss went stiff.
The terror only truly began to hit Weiss as she felt the cold sting of something on her right butt cheek. "Nu! Nu! N- u- u- o- No!" Weiss tried a handful of times before she managed the word more comprehensibly. She began to pant. "Wha! Wha! T- t- t- What! Drug giving me!"
"Calm down, calm down. No drugs today- well, I will be breaking out that lotion, but you already knew we had more work to do on all your soft spots." Blake found the point just above Weiss's ass that easily sent the heiress reeling.
Weiss buried her face into the bedding by Blake's thigh as best she could, panting and whining as wetness began to dribble down her thighs.
"Aww, still so easy to work up from your edging yesterday, huh? Do you like it? Do you think you'd like always being a desperate denied Kitten? I've been considering it. I bet you'd be really good for me if I banned you from cumming ever again. What do you think? I think it might be really fun. I'd get to watch you whine and writhe like this all the time?" Blake continued to touch something cold and wet to Weiss's ass here and there, slowly working down to her thighs as she played with that small sensitive spot. It drove Weiss mad and left her almost in tears with desperation for release. It didn't help that the faunus talked about never letting her cum. "Though, then I'd never get to see you cumming again." Blake pouted and it came through in her tone. "Yeah, guess that option's out. Still a cute thought." Blake leaned down and licked at the small spot. Her tongue was soft, soft, and gentle as it caressed around the small spot.
Weiss screamed. She screamed, and her voice broke only a moment later. She shook and shuttered only to have Blake pull away and leave her lingering right there, so close, on the edge and just about to tumble over, but no push to get her there.
"Aww, I'm glad to see you so responsive, but no cumming today Kitten." Blake patted over Weiss's ass.
"P- p- plese. Just… just let me…" Weiss murmured.
"No Kitten." Blake sighed like it actually hurt her to say no.
"B- b- bit-"
"Come on, be good Kitten." Blake's hands moved to Weiss's head, caressing behind her ears where the lotion had also been used- though, not as much. It left Weiss melting. "Be my good Kitten." Blake whispered and a calm washed over Weiss. "Here, I have a nice little eye mask. I want this to be a surprise."
Weiss frowned, but there wasn't anything she could do to fight as the blindfold slipped over her eyes and the faunus turned her over.
Weiss never really garnered a good understanding for what Blake was doing even after it had been done to almost her entire torso, neck, and all around her pussy and thighs. She worried what it might be, but without any hint beyond that it was small cold and damp, or wet, she didn't have any real idea. What she did understand however was the sensitivity lotion. Blake went light on it this time, but she covered a large number of places. Weiss was certain it was because she'd been so quick to get to the edge that if Blake tried to focus on any one spot too much, she would have tumbled over into the ecstasy she craved. It was a cruel torture. A cruel, beautiful torture of pleasure and denial.
Blake took her sweet time, using tender touches and sweet strokes, very intentional moves to lengthen it all out. All the way through, Weiss just kept reminding herself she couldn't give in. She could at most enjoy, but she certainly could not allow herself to appreciate. Fine! It could feel good. But no! She could never allow herself to appreciate the pleasure the faunus gave her. Such a thing could only bring about her complete and utter downfall.
Occasionally, and with great pain to make it truly sparing, Blake worked in her tongue some more. A soft lick at the back of Weiss's ear, along her spine at the middle of her back, just above her ass, even Weiss's nipples on occasion- though, those only ever got a singular lick or a moment's suction at once.
When the morning's session came to a close, Weiss had succeeded in making a nice little train of her wetness over Blake's pant leg and all the way down to the bedding underneath her. The evidence of her depravity had only grown more and more ample through the weeks of Blake's teasing; be it from just the surplus arousal or a side effect of everything Blake had done to her… she couldn't really be sure. Either way, it was a mortifying reality.
"Hmm…" Blake looked over her work and pinched Weiss's nipple a little roughly.
Weiss's whole body jolted with a whine.
"There, it seems you're able to move again, and I'm all done.
"D- d- done with what?" Weiss whimpered. She was so close! She just needed… but she wouldn't get what she needed. She knew that. That was the whole point. Blake was breaking her little by little through denying her what she needed.
"You'll see. I think it's time we give you a bit to stretch. While we're at it, I can give you a bath."
"I'm fine. If you are done, just leave; leave me be." Weiss huffed. She would have rolled her eyes too, but those were still closed and covered by the blindfold.
"No, you just got all dirty, and I want you to stay clean. Plus, once you see it, I'm sure you'll want it all washed off," Blake admitted as she began undoing the ribbons around Weiss's legs and freed the Kitten's paws.
"Whatever." Weiss groaned and began to stretch her legs and fingers.
"You think you can stand?" Blake went to help Weiss with it, but the heiress, with misplaced pride, forced herself up on her own and refused help even when she almost fell over.
"See! I can do it myself!" Weiss ripped off the blindfold.
"Sure Kitten." Blake doubted. "Time to go to the bathroom." She directed the other woman off and towards the room, they'd been in a couple times before.
"Fine." Weiss lead the way with awkward steps. Her every muscle felt like she needed to reteach it how to work.
Blake did everything she could not to laugh at the sight. She failed more than once, but Weiss was too preoccupied to notice. The heiress was quiet save for a groan or pant all the way over to the bathroom, but the moment she got there, Blake could hear Weiss screaming.
"Desperate Kitten? Needs filling? Milk coming soon?" Weiss looked over her body, first pointing to her belly, then mons, then breasts where each had been written respectively.
"Aww, you don't like it?" Blake cooed.
"Needy? Drenched? No cumming?" Weiss read off from her thighs with various arrows pointing up.
"Mhmm, I think my favorites were 'Anal Slut' and 'Cums hardest from slutty ass'. Which are your favorites?" Blake mused and slapped Weiss's ass where her favorites had been written.
"Gross! You are just gross! Now get it off of me!" Weiss spat on her finger and tried to rub the writing. None of it came off tho. "Uugh! Soap! Where is your soap!"
"Shh, shh. No, I said I would give you a bath. Not that I would let you clean yourself."
Weiss panted and tried to keep herself together as calmness came over her.
"That's it. Now, just be my good Kitten and go sit in the tub, I prepped it before I went to your room. It should be warm still."
Weiss looked down then away. "I- mhmm."
"Come on now Kitten. Be good."
"Yes- yes Miss." Weiss pouted and followed orders without much realizing how easily she complied.
"That's my good Kitten." Blake kissed the top of Weiss's head and followed behind. She was quick to wash Weiss. Mostly because she didn't care to wash away the writing. She'd done it in a nice marker intended to stick for a day or two at least, regardless of how much it was washed with regular soap. Weiss could be mad later, but for now, she seemed to be rather pliant, and Blake wasn't about to give up on her chance to clean Weiss up and then get her tied and locked back down with the new custom paws and a fresh ribbon binding and kneepads for Weiss's legs. She walked Weiss back to her room, eager to make up for the aftercare she'd missed the previous day, but the moment they returned, Weiss seemed to be incapable of getting far enough from Blake.
"Kitten? Kitten, what's wrong? This is your favorite part. Don't you remember how sweet you purr for me as you start slipping off to sleep?" Blake knelt down and tried to approach Weiss, but the heiress scurried off into her cage before Blake could even get close. "Kitten?" Blake questioned, concern in her eyes.
"No!" Weiss huffed.
"No what?"
"No!" Weiss doubled down, her posture turning defensive-n almost like she'd attack if Blake got any closer.
"Weiss? What's wrong?" Blake's brow furrowed. "Don't you want-" She didn't even know what to call it… she knew what it was… but admitting she was giving a Schnee aftercare felt… it felt like too much, so instead, Blake pulled out the small baggie of fish and dried fruit she had intended to feed Weiss with as the new Kitten slipped off to sleep in her arms.
"NO!" Weiss nearly screamed, and when that didn't get her point across, she reached her hand out just to close the door of her cage in on herself.
"You're sure?" Blake questioned.
Weiss just glared back.
"Alright." Blake frowned earnestly for the first time that day.
"Just… Go! You got what you wanted! So! Go!" Weiss curled herself up on top of the small bedding inside the cage.
Blake just nodded and stepped away. What had she done? Had she pushed her new Kitten too far?
End of Chapter 17
