Bullied by a Cat

You sat kneeling in front of your bed, feeling Mirai working on the rags binding your arms behind you.

Earlier in the night, you had been sitting in your bedroom with your petite girlfriend. She was sitting in her "workzone", which was just a corner where she took her laptop when she wanted to focus on writing her web novel. You, on the other hand, alternated between zoning out on your phone and zoning out staring at your ceiling. Furious tapping noises had been flying from her keyboard, and you assumed that she was busy at work on her web novel. Of course, that idea was scuttled when you heard her slam her laptop shut and saw it fly by you onto your bed. Mirai spun her office chair around as she buried her face in her hands, letting out a muffled scream.
"What's wrong, Mirai?" you asked. With her face still in her hands, she responded.
"It's this fucking bully online. He keeps bugging me on my favorite image board!" she shouted, throwing her arms up in the air. "I can't write about Rapunzel like this!"

Standing up, you walked over to her chair as she brought her face down to her hands again. Kneeling down, you took her long hair into your hands, slowly and gently stroking down starting from the top of her head. As you massaged her hair, you cooed softly in her ear, "There, there, my little kitty-cat. It's ok..." You kept kneeling there for a while, continuing to stroke her hair.

Eventually, Mirai sat back up, ending your hair-massage as she turned to you with an embarrassed expression on her face. "T-thank you, Anon," she stammered. With a smile, you responded.
"No problem, Mirai. Do you feel better?"
"Yeah, thanks, but..."
"But?"
The petite girl squirmed in her seat, evidently embarrassed about whatever she wanted to say.
"Do you...mind if we try...something...tonight?" she slowly asked, a blush still on her face.
With a shrug, you said, "Sure. Whatever to make you happy!" you exclaimed, giving her another big smile.
"Okay...please trust me with this, ok?"
"You know I do, Mirai."

She had brought you back over to the bed and whispered in your ear that she wanted to try 'that' again. After realizing what she had meant by that, you nodded at her as you knelt down onto your knees, arms behind your back, waiting for her to change into her shinobi uniform. In an instant, she had transformed into her uniform, and dug the rags she'd used before out of your nightstand. Moving behind you, she started to tie your arms together behind you, which is where you were now.

Once your arms were bound, Mirai returned to the nightstand and dug out her sleep mask she wore occasionally and slipped it over your eyes, sending you into darkness. Tugging on your bindings, she brought you to the edge of the bed and forced you to turn around, making sure you faced her as she sat on the bed. You heard her shaky breathing and your racing heartbeat, getting a bit excited.

Suddenly, you felt something brushing up against your cheek. Pressing into it slightly, you realized that it was one of Mirai's Mary Janes stroking your face.
"Well well, wouldn't you just look at yourself..." she said in her best attempt at a seductive voice. Her naturally high pitch would've made it difficult for you to take her seriously at any other time, but in the moment it was just making you get more into the situation. "All tied up, hmmmmm? Are you enjoying yourself, my little dog?"

You felt her stop stroking your face with her Mary Jane. Then, you felt her tap the bridge of your nose and place the tip of her shoe on it. "Why don't you give it a kiss if you like it so much..." she trailed off, the uncertainty in her voice starting to shine through. Not wanting to ruin the moment she'd created, you complied, giving the tip of her shoe a long kiss. As your lips were locked on the tip of her shoe, you felt her start to quiver, evidently losing her cool. "Ahhhhhhhhhhh..." she moaned.

She pulled her foot away from you as she started to stammer again. "Ah...uhm...haaaaaah..." You heard her suddenly stand up and scramble over to your desk, rummaging around for something. Probing your mind for whatever she could be looking for, you remembered that she had come home one day with a notepad filled out with notes. She had gone to visit that girl with the pink ribbon who'd made a pass at you in the past, making you weary of her. You were never allowed to see the contents of Mirai's notes ever since she came home that day, though now you could guess as to what they were about.

Hearing Mirai scramble back to the bed, mumbling to herself as she flipped through the pages, you started to get yourself back in to the moment. You then heard the shuffling of fabric and the sound of something dropping to the floor. Suddenly, you felt something soft stroking your face again, and you assumed that Mirai was rubbing her foot on your face again. She was a bit more forceful this time, probably due to her just using her sock-covered foot instead of her shoe.
"W-why d-don't you give it a whiff, mutt?" she stammered. Complying with her demand led to her swiftly pulling her foot away with a squeal of embarrassment. After a short pause to compose herself, you heard her shuffling around again.
"I-I b-b-bet you'd like t-to see, h-huh, p-p-pervert?"
You felt something brushing against your nose again, but this time it wasn't her foot. Instead, based on the softness, you guessed that she had removed her stockings and was now dangling one of the legs in front of your face. Suddenly, she dropped them on your head, her scent slightly permeating the clothing as one of the legs fell in front of your nose.

Mirai tilted your head to the side to get the clothing off of it, though it didn't go as she hoped, since part of her stockings caught on the sleep mask and dragged it down, allowing you to see her. Her face was as red as a tomato, and she was quivering slightly. Her legs were spread, giving you a clear view of her bear panties. Realizing that your blindfold had been removed, she quickly tried to salvage her carelessness. Sticking one of her big toes in front of your mouth, she screamed, "G-give it a-a-a-a s-suck!"
With a mischievous smile, you complied with her demand, sucking on her toe. It lasted for only a few seconds, since she quickly pulled her foot away with enough force that you were worried that she could've dislocated her thigh. "A-a-aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!" she squealed, jumping behind you before you could even blink. Feeling your bindings rapidly loosen, you were forced up onto your feet and toward your bathroom. "W-wash your mouth oouuuuuuut!" she screamed again, tossing you your toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste as she positioned you in front of the sink. Then she ran back out of the bathroom, pulling her bonnet down to cover her face.

Finished brushing out your mouth, you returned to your bedroom and found Mirai laying face-down on your bed, burying her head under your pillows. You sat down on the edge of the bed, slowly stroking her bare legs.
"I'm sorry, Anon," she said, muffled by the pillows.
"Don't be, Mirai. You did a good job."
"R-really!?" she squealed, unburying her head to look at you with slightly glimmering eyes.
"Yeah," you said with a wink. "I'm sure your pink-ribboned friend would be proud."
Mirai's face became a bright red again as you laid down next to her on the bed. Pulling her in to cuddle, you both laid in a warm, happy silence for the rest of the night.