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Angie sat in her room for a while, just thinking about what Mistress had done and plotting some way to get revenge on her for it. The usual ideas came to her, laying in wait to pounce, snare traps, sneaky cuddling … but none of those really felt right this time, then she gets an idea, a wonderfully devious idea. Quickly she starts gathering what she’ll need, needle, thread, straw, several fabrics, and a small clipping from Mistress’s tail to make it complete.



She starts working on it that night, trimming the main fabric, carefully stuffing it with straw, stitching it closed with care, then adding the tuft of fur for the tail. Once she had the body done she sets about the more trying task of making the diminutive clothing for the doll. She works through the night before finally completing the garments and dressing the doll; now able to smile at the new toy she had before her. She keeps it in a very safe place, waiting now for the right time to use her new dolly and enjoy a little turn about on her Mistress for the humiliating bondage the other night.



She awakes early, a few days later, and gets something to eat before remembering the doll and thinking this would be the perfect time to start her devious plan for the revenge. She gets some extra string, a few feathers, a BB, a pocket rocket, several q-tips, and several small pieces of cloth. Taking the 6-inch tall replica of her mistress, she sets about making the stage she would need to perform the voodoo and make the magic work.



She reads over the chant script several times to memorize it then lights the candles and begins the ritual to link the person to the doll, closing her eyes as she follows step by step the print out she got online, not sure if this will really work or not, but thinking that either way it could be a most enjoyable, and educational evening. As she continues along, focusing, for now, on the chanting, she can feel something changing about the doll and looks down to see that it indeed had reacted as the site said it should. She holds back a giggle of glee as she starts slowly, using a q-tip at first to softly stroke over the left ear, the mirror before her now showing Mistress Cheri on her way to school in her usual uniform. After a couple moments of caressing the doll with the q-tip the left ear of the real Cheri starts to quiver a little and twitch before the head tilts and she scratches to try and get rid of the feeling.



Angie moves the q-tip slowly across the top of her head, letting the tingling sensation spread as the cotton swab works over the doll, Cheri’s hand moving as she finally shakes her head and Angie stops, letting her think it has passed for now. Cheri stretches then walks onto the campus, just as Angie had hoped she would, this would be the perfect place to do such a deed, and best of all, she’ll get to watch it.



She waits for Cheri to take a seat, timing the movements with the doll so that both were now in a seated position. She lets her start taking out her supplies, waiting for her to lean over to do so before running one of the feathers between the doll’s legs, getting a very satisfying squeal and jump from the female skunk as a result. Cheri looks around, she was the only one here right now so she shakes it off as just a chill and sits back down to study, the eraser of her pencil going to her mouth as she chews on it in thought, not noticing her other hand moving slowly behind the chair as the kitten takes the first length of string and begins to tie the arm to the chair delicately, not wanting to hurt her mistress with this, but finding it most amusing as the wrist will be stuck near the back of the seat with no visible reason for this.



She takes one feather, the smallest one, and uses the tip to tickle along the right side, moving from hips to under arms slowly and purposefully, getting an almost immediate reaction. Cheri tries to turn away from the sensation and pull her left arm up to scratch at the itch that was suddenly there, but found that her left arm seemed to be stuck to the desk, the confused skunk pulling harder but to no avail as Angie uses a light touch to hold her back in her chair, taking this time, as Cheri opens her mouth to say something, to slide the BB into the doll’s mouth then use string to tie her mouth around it, Cheri’s mouth now held closed around an invisible gag, the mouth looking as though it were empty as she gasps, and due to the BB not being really in her mouth, air passes in, but when she tries to talk her mouth can’t move so it comes out muffled.



Angie goes back to the right side, slowly letting the feather move up along the shirt’s outside, pressing through to the skin every so often till the eyes shift franticly then, taking cotton covered tweezers, she moves the free hand to pick up a pen and write out on paper “Hello Mistress” and below that =^_^= a smiley kitty face, waiting a moment as she can see the eyes suddenly open with realization of what was going on “Kitten is going to make you all restrained and wet before the entire class” she lets Mistress right something out, knowing what it will be but wanting to see it none the less. The pen frantically scribbles down “No kitten no, be a good kitten, let mistress go, she has to study for a test. Behave kitten” she is suddenly stopped and her hand draws a :-p face then a ;-) face after wards, making it clear that there was no intention of behaving today in kitty’s mind as she makes her drop the pen and then moves the hand so it slowly slides down the front of the dress, moving it up and down so that she strokes herself through her panties then moves the hand to the other side of the chair and restrains it the same way as the first hand.



She had made the clothing out of a small corner she snipped from shirt, skirt, and socks, meaning that the garments Mistress had on were also under the affect as evidence by the next action of folding up the hem of the skirt she currently had on, the thighs beginning to show more and more as the Mistress’s eyes widen then her cheeks redden once the panties were showing. Angie dips one q-tip into some warm water then slides it up between her thighs, working it up and down slowly, the thighs spreading and, as Cheri tries to close them, gripping around what acts and feels like a furry head, licking and lapping at her helpless hips a few times before drawing back and giving her some peace, letting her escape without making her moan, though it’s evident she wanted to and had to fight it.



The skirt slides back down into place, and for a moment it seems to be over as Angie gets out a different set of tools then, just as Cheri thought it might be closing soon, she feels her leg bend next to the chair, the foot lifting up from the floor and exposing the sole as her shoe fell off when the sock was daintily and hastily removed. Her eyes widen, knowing where this was going as she shakes her head, her eyes and mouth moving in pleading to get her kitten to stop as the first sensation starts … a slow depression, like a finger, or claw, carefully being brought into use, pushing and holding on one spot as the quill end of the feather rests against her arch, building anticipation till at last it starts to quiver and shift, drawing up towards the toes then moving down to the heel, slow orbital circles around the foot as Cheri, try as she might, can’t do more than tremble her foot against the assault. Her foot flexes and clenches as the feather works under and between each of the toes, moving across the ball in slow figure eights as the kitten giggles at the beyond expected results she has been getting from this.



Angie purposefully extends the leg, letting the entire length of it be exposed as the feather remains against her foot, no longer moving, but just a constant presence, to keep her aware that it’s no where near over. Cheri tries to use her free leg to move, or get away, the foot pressing against the floor as she looks around for any sign of strings, or restraints, not knowing how to get free even if she could, or how she was being watched. As she does this though her attention is suddenly snapped back to her foot and extended leg as Angie uses the softer side of a feather to work up the calf and behind the knee, making Cheri glad, in a way, that wherever her kitten was and however she was doing this her kitten didn’t seem able to see, or smell, how aroused she was at this moment. The feather, a long slender silky black primary feather, was perfect for this kind of thing. The pointed tip was able to stimulate a single area of the left while the long, soft, bristly, side was able to run along the entire length from butt to heel, sending a single, drawn out, intense sensation through the captive skunkette’s leg.



Cheri lets out a groan, even past the gag, as she tries to use her other leg and foot to rid herself of the sensation, rubbing and scratching at the places, to no avail. Angie smiles and lets the sensation fade as she readies another bit of string, this one for the right ankle, making the needed loops ahead of time. She reaches down with the padded tweezers once more and this time folds back the right leg, bringing the heel and ankle to the back leg of the chair and holding it there as the now free left leg pushes and twists to get in the way of this invisible binding that her kitten was doing. Angie wraps the string around the leg, then the ankle, making an x pattern then tying it and moving to the knee and doing the same to it, attaching it to the top of the front leg to ensure that the leg was tightly secured and immobilized.



Angie stops for a moment, letting Cheri wiggle and struggle against the invisible bonds that restrain her to the chair, admiring what was done so far. She slides the tip of the black feather over each hand and up each arm, left then right, both restrained at the wrist to the lower back of the chair, with a loop going under the chair to the legs on each side to ensure the wrists stay in place. The feather works down her spine, reaching her through her top as it slides around to taunt her belly button and work down her right leg, spending extra time at the knee and ankle to accentuate the points of restraint before drawing back.



Angie looks over the items she hasn’t used yet, her eyes falling menacingly on the shiny metallic pocket rocket vibrator that was situated there so temptingly close to the chair. She turns it onto it’s lowest setting, testing it against her upper lip to make sure it wouldn’t be too much and finding that the soft pulsing waves it sent out would be ideal for this as she moves it closer to the chair, then under it. The device starts almost instantly, the pulses carrying through the chair into the doll version of Cheri to make the entire thing start to feel it, inside and out.



Angie watches the instant reaction to the full body vibration her Mistress was suddenly feeling, eyes going wide, hips trying to lift away from the sensation, nipples hardening to the point of visibility even through the shirt as her body betrays her and a slight moan issues out, her eyes catching a glimpse of the clock and widening more, class would start in half an hour, that means that in twenty minutes people would start coming in. She struggles and pulls more, begging for her kitten to stop this silly game and let her go before some one saw her like this. Her hips were already dampening as the vibrations stop, leaving her on edge once more as she feels the last free part, her left leg, start to be pulled into place, unable to keep it from being restrained the same way her right leg is.

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Mistress Cheri turns her head back and forth, trying to call out for her kitten to stop this right now “Hmm, mmmttnn nnnnerrrm” she strains to speak, but to no avail as the touches resume, starting at her ears and working slowly along the back of her head and down her spine, teasing and taunting her tail before sliding over her curved rear and down her thighs, the object resting on the soles, pressing into one single place, one small annoying point in the middle of her foot, a tingle she can do nothing about as she feels her clothing start to shift again, the garments starting to move on their own once more as the top begins to open down the middle, letting her breasts bare out in the middle, the cleavage becoming more and more evident.



Angie continues to work on the top, leaving the last button done up for the simple reason of appearance as she leans down, using the damp q-tip to ‘lick’ mistress on the cheek as she slides a strip of cloth over the eyes of the doll before her. The effect is almost instant as Cheri, even with eyes open, suddenly can see nothing, the cloth preventing her from knowing anything now except what her ears tell her. She struggles against the bonds, legs to the legs of the chair, and arms to back of chair … she was gagged, blindfolded, and completely helpless to her kitten as she is leaned over, her head now lowering to the desk as she feels a harness like device sliding over and around the back of her head, the position making her hips lift off the chair and leaving her fully exposed on all sides, in a not overly comfortable position, but with enough of her weight on the desk to keep it from being uncomfortable.



Angie smiles and slides two BB under each breast as a constant pressure, and she moves down the back once more, this time removing the vibrator from where it had been and placing it directly between the thighs of the doll, the 2 inch device huge to the doll and feeling very large between Cheri’s legs as the cool smooth metal presses up against her hot nether area and near her tail as well, making it clear the only thing such an item could be, and thankfully, for now, it was off. Angie doesn’t let her worry about it for very long though as she can feel her foot held tight in place once more and making it clear what would happen next as the toes are left free but the rest of the foot is restrained, helpless against the growing tingle of the quill that was slowly starting over the foot again, moving in a soft 8 from the heal around counter clockwise across the arch then down over the ball and moving clockwise back up to where it started. Cheri’s eyes open wide as her left foot is suddenly assaulted once more, her eyes tearing as all that dampness from before comes flooding back and adds to her already high arousal, nearly pushing her over the edge as she shakes and struggles, having no idea how much time is left as Angie watches the clock carefully, 15 minutes left till the class starts to fill up … oh this will be good.

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Angie uses her other hand to shift the vibrator, turning it up a little from before and sending the vibrations straight into her hips as she takes a small plastic fabric needle and slides it against the doll, under the tail, to put pressure, and presence, against her rear. She watches as Cheri groans into the gag, face tightening against the sensations that were assaulting her, unable to hold out much longer as her thighs and chair dampen heavily under her, the naughty kitten knowing she’s almost got her to the end as she rests a feather on the vibrator, laying the soft parts along the back of the doll so the vibrations work all the way up and down her spine and then goes back to the feet one more time. Taking a quill in each hand she assaults both feet at once, working the tip against each foot, letting the helplessness sink in as the clock ticks closer and closer to the time when others would be coming.



Cheri tenses up even more, fighting the welling warmth deep inside her body, but losing the battle as it starts to drip heavier from her and finally she gives in, unable to hold back she spills out over the chair in one heavy gush, the feeling on her feet slowly subsiding as she is still left on the vibrator with the back of her skirt lifted to show any who came in a wonderful view of the skunkette and the mess left by her. Angie slowly undoes the blindfold as the clock makes a small chime, signaling 10 minutes before class. Almost on cue the door slowly opens and two of her classmates walk in, talking between each other excited about today’s class before suddenly falling silent. The pair, a boy and a girl gape at the prone and exposed fem skunk, the girl turning away and the boy coming closer as Cheri is left struggling against the invisible bindings, unable to talk as the gag was still in, and unable to move due to the restraints still on the doll … the naughty little kitten having left her in such a poise and worst of all … the vibrator was still on.



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