Lamis was very well off for a Pokemon. As the property of a wealthy, single businesswoman without children or local family, the Flaaffy got all of the amenities that an only child could expect to get from a loving mother. His trainer, Lena, was old-money with her own three-story home, even with a single live-in maid and cook. Lamis had his own smaller version of his trainer's home, but what would amaze most is that he not only had running water in this home, but electricity and his own telephone! Lamis didn't make use of the electricity for more than a quick pick-me-up in the mornings, and had never used a telephone in his life, but Lena was actually planning ahead for the Flaaffy's next birthday with that addition.

Lamis was very good-natured for a Pokemon who never has to do anything to make a living, but Lena could tell that he was restless now and then, and had no intention of sending him off to fight in any battles. So, her solution was to buy Lamis a computer for his second birthday, including sophisticated PokeChat translating software. Lamis was dubious that this plastic and metal box would be of any use to him, since he hadn't ever used one before, but Lena was insistent. It took two more years of work, but Lamis became very fluent in the reading of English, very capable at using a mouse, and had an over-sized keyboard for when he had to type something in a moment when his voice-recognition software wouldn't be able to be used.

One evening, Lamis discovered a word he had never encountered before. he wondered aloud, A new browser window popped up with a search already being run on the word, and the response was approximately 37 million pages. The electric Pokemon narrowed it down further and further, reading several introductions to the fetish, a few how-to's, and then a story. He became very addicted to it, and had taken to locking the door of his house before surfing the 'net, because soon he would be stroking himself off while reading a story or glancing through pictures. Humans trapped in predicaments rather interested him, but he was especially turned on by stories of Legendary Pokemon helpless and sexually tormented.

Further and further he entered the "world" of online bondage, shying away from Forums, but joining several real-time chatting locales shyly, slowly working up courage. Little did Lena know that, within two years and six months, her Flaaffy would be playing on online role-playing environments, pretending to be this or that Pokemon while someone textually took advantage of his character. He found himself becoming quite popular in all the circles he was interested in, through whatever luck or charisma he had, and eventually one time, when entering a room online, amidst all the hellos and waves, someone examined him closer. Idle chatter lead to a long conversation, and soon Lamis left with this Aya, a human. He shared with her all of his fetishes and several fantasies, and to his surprise she mirrored them almost exactly.

For weeks they would spend three or more nights a week, hours each of those nights, with Lamis bound into all sorts of virtual positions, sometimes roleplaying out a story, other times just roleplaying as the Flaaffy pet of his online Mistress. Lamis found himself yearning more and more for Aya to control him, and somehow that neither remembered, the idea of Aya actually being his Mistress, from long-distance, came up. Excited at the prospect, knowing that Aya would use all of her knowledge of his kinks against him, he eagerly asked her if she would be his Mistress. She said yes, and they worked together quickly to come up with rules. Lamis would have to refer to Aya as Mistress and would not refer to himself in anything but the third person, but the major rules were based on real life. Lamis was not allowed to orgasm without permission, from that point on, and this was a turn-on in and of itself to the Pokemon, a great proponent of orgasm denial and chastity stories. Oddly enough, and something he had noticed in many others of the same vein, he also had a taste for roleplay and stories involving extended sexual milking, but that was something, alas, that the two knew they could never participate in together.

Flaaffy had never tried to control himself before, having a pretty bad habit of pawing himself off at least once, if not up to four times, each and every day. After two days of not climaxing at all, pawing himself near to the edge and then backing down multiple times a day, roleplaying intense scenes with his Mistress with her secure in the knowledge that she was only making him more aroused... Lamis was already starting to feel himself getting very easily aroused and wanting to touch himself whenever he could. He woke up on the morning of the third day to the feeling of himself masturbating and eagerly pumped himself faster and faster. While he was still before the point of no return he thought of his Mistress, but he couldn't make himself stop, too needy for his undisciplined state of being, and brought himself off. He immediately felt guilty and logged on right after cleaning himself up to apologize to his Mistress.

Lamis was immediately sorry he had said that so gruffly, as Aya disconnected ten seconds after he sent the command. Now he wasn't even sure if Aya would ever speak to him agani, after disappointing her so badly! He forlornly waited for her for several minutes, hoping that a random power outage of network failure had caused Aya's disconnect, then he jumped nearly out of his fur at a rapping upon his front door. He calmed and sighed softly, realizing it was just Lena; she had taken to knocking on the door, rather than simply opening it and calling in, since Lamis had started his habit of locking the door. Hopping up, Lamis unlocked the door and opened it, stepping out to peer up at his trainer. "Flaa?" he asked quietly, still worried about Aya.

Lena kneeled down in front of Lamis and reached forward with her hand from behind her neck, speaking, "I just thought my precious Lamis would like this gift I picked up for him this weekend." It was a soft leather collar which the Flaaffy didn't get much of a look at as it was slipped about his neck and snugged down carefully. His ears perked in surprise as he heard a click reach his ears, and then Lean pulled a leash out of her back pocket, clipping it onto the D-ring on the front of Lamis' leash. "It's perfect for my pet, isn't it? Now come along, it's time for your punishment. You thought you would get off lightly, eh?"

Lamis nearly had his face ground across the grass between his home and the real house that Lena lived in, completely aghast at her words. Pet? Punishment? Was Lena eavesdropping somehow on all of his Internet communications? Was she referring to something else entirely? Trying to find some way to hide the truth from himself, the door and hallway Lamis slipped through were completely un-noticed as he walked mechanically where led, then down into the basement. He had never actually been down there before, and he gasped as he saw what it was, all thoughts of Lena not actually being Aya bursting like a bubble.

A fully stocked dungeon just like Lamis had seen pictures of and read stories about was spread out before him, all of the equipment made for the binding of Pokemon slightly smaller to slightly larger than his own size. An examination table, a small sawhorse, an X-frame that included an extra limb for a Pokemon's tail, rings in the walls and floor, individual shelves each with a selection of multiple types of toys... In any other situation, Lamis would have been ecstatic. He finally found his voice, as he saw a computer with a microphone in the corner.

He was interrupted as Lena read the translated text off a projector on the only white-painted wall of the room.

"Mistress. Mistress Aya or just Mistress. And you are not I, you are a toy, or a pet, or just this one. We've already gone over this."

Lena simply watched her Pokemon decide what to do. He shivered at her words and peered around himself one more time, trying to find out what he wanted to say, suddenly thrust into a situation he had daydreamed about more than a hundred times. His trainer had never tried to make any sorts of sexual advances on him, and he had never thought about her in that sort of way; he hadn't thought of any human in any sexual way until he started seeing them in bondage pictures, the only way he actually enjoyed seeing them naked. And now here she was, telling him that he was her pet, and ...

Lamis cut off his own train of thought as he realized that he had no reason to worry. His trainer loved him and would never hurt him, and as his Mistress _and_ trainer, she would care about him even more! He smiled a little, then frowned as one last thought came to him. he said with a nervous stumble,

"I'm glad you've come around, pet. I had decided that since you find yourself unable to stop from orgasming, since you just like to cum so very much, I would show you what it was like to cum and cum so many times that you would know what an orgasm really felt like! First, though, we must drain out enough of your charge so that you are incapable of injuring myself or my machinery while bound." Lamis was lead, now willing though with a hint of worry, to a small metal plate in the floor. A metal pole rose from each corner of it, each with a manacle quite close to the plate, an odd shutter-like door in front of and behind the plate. "Step on and place your wrists and ankles where you know they go."

The Flaaffy stepped onto the plate and carefully pushed each of his limbs out against the poles, finding that once in place the manacles all closed simultaneously and trapped him in a rather spread-legged position. This was the first time he was ever bound, and he was bound by metal that wouldn't release him until his Mistress willed it. Immediately turned on, his shaft began to erect, peeking at the tip of his sheath within a moment. "This device will prepare you in other ways too. I will not be angry if you try to lash out at the machine, as I intend this to be crash-course. Feel free to struggle as much as you want, it will only turn us both on more." The shutters opened up in front and behind, but just as he was starting to get a good look, Lena placed a rubber blindfold onto his head. Before he could even think about starting to shake it off his tail-ball was grasped where it met his body and pulled straight upward by one of the arms in the rear compartment of the device.

Another arm slinked upward, with a phallic-shaped tip, literally gleaming with lubricant as it wedged itself against Lamis' pucker and simply pushed inward without having to apply much effort thanks to its small size and immense amount of lubricant. Despite this, having never felt something like this before, the Flaaffy bleated and released a surge of electricity. This was met with an odd hum and a feeling of pulling on his fur that he couldn't describe, which was his electric charge being siphoned off slightly by the machine. Already he could tell he was getting low on juice considering his lack of practice with holding and using electrical charge, and he began to squirm bodily in response instead as the rod up his ass removed itself and pushed back in, seeming larger this time.

Indeed it was larger, as each time it removed itself it inflated to an additional 10% of its previous size, allowing more time at each insertion to fully embed itself as it stretched Lamis methodically, constantly producing lubrication from the tip which was being smeared upon itself and on the Flaaffy's insides. The maltreatment and his requisite struggling was getting to Lamis, his shaft fully erect and stiffening further by the moment, a sudden, slightly stinging flick of something against his cockhead making him hop in place and release another electric attack. Again came the "suction," and after it was done this time the Pokemon was left with almost no charge. Realizing its primary function was complete, the machine moved into the final part of its programming. Maintaining the same size it had been for the past few thrusts, the maximum it was allowed that day, it quickly fucked Lamis' ass with a thrust every three-quarters of a second. Another bleat escaped his lips reflexively and he tried to lash out with his weak attack again, then whimpered as he realized he was as helpless as any creature could be when nothing came of it.

Finally the machine simply stopped and simultaneously released Lamis' wriggling tail and four twisting limbs all at once, causing him to stumble to the side and be held from falling by his leash being pulled upward by Lena. "Fully hard and fully lubed, are we pet? Ready to be punished, now?"

Lamis panted for several seconds as he tried to calm himself down, but Lena didn't give him the chance to do that, leading him across the room without removing his blindfold. Thanks to the shape of his body, Lamis could either stand on all four limbs or stretch out his arms and legs with equal amounts of comfort, and this was taken advantage of by Lena as she laid the Flaaffy out on his back upon a bench which came up to her chest in height, carefully wrapping a rubber cuff around each of his ankles and wrists. It was no surprise that her Pokemon had a rubber fetish, considering that it was a material that if he was fully bound in he could not escape with his natural powers. With each of the cuffs locked on with their own miniature locks Lena spread Lamis' ankles wide and bound them that way, his arms being pulled straight out from his body in a rather exposing, yet considerably comfortable position. His tail was next, again cuffed behind its ball and then pulled straight "down," away from his body, and last was a wide rubber strap which crossed just underneath his arms, holding him down quite securely to the bench. His shaft was standing nearly straight upright and throbbing slightly as he squirmed slowly side to side in arousal, the relief of the orgasm earlier that day not holding a candle to the arousal that his first bondage session, with someone he trusted, being forced on him.

"I'm going to show you that all the roleplaying and stories with orgasm coming without any direct penile contact were true. Are you ready?" The question was actually a tease, as just as he was about to open his mouth, Lamis found his Mistress was wrapping a rubber belt of some sort around snout and fastening it down. It was only then that he felt his fear re-surface. He was in the basement down here, with no way to free himself, no way to defend himself, and he didn't know what his trainer-turned-Mistress could really do to him. He didn't think she would hurt him, but she did have a rather sinister look in her eyes...

The sound of something on wheels being rolled up toward Lamis' tail distracted him from his thoughts, his lube-slickened tailhole clenching down unconsciously in worry. The attention in there had felt rather good to the Pokemon, and he would like to experiment more with it, but this wasn't the forum for gentle, slow exploration of his feelings on the subject. This thought was punctuated by the head of what Lamis felt was an enormous shaft bumping up against his pucker. "Open wide!" Lena chuckled out as she pushed a button on the machine, the faux-cock beginning to push its way in slowly. Lamis began to struggle again, muffledly complaining behind his muzzle, unable to make any statement, the translation computer displaying several lines of garbage and then clearing it as it gave up on trying to understand the helpless Pokemon.

It felt even more enormous as the tapered dildo pushed inside, a ring of some pushing up against, and through, Lamis' tailhole relentlessly. Ring after ring made itself known to him, each one starting to send a tingle through his spine as the pain was fading down into discomfort. It continued slowly until the machine had filled Lamis with all of the dildo that was currently fitted to it, and then it just as slowly retracted, a quiet grunt coming from the Flaaffy as he tried to loosen and relax to reduce the stress it put on him. He couldn't help but notice that what he identified as his prostate, from stories and actual medical websites, was getting rather well brushed against by the rings each time he was pushed into. Meanwhile, Lena busied herself with slipping a tube of some sort around Lamis' shaft, a ring snugging down at the base to hold it in place. He tried to push up into the feeling, but his Mistress was done too soon and he was left unable to get any more attention to his aching shaft.

The ringed beast made its gentle return back into his bowels, and then back out, and by the third time it made the trip Lamis was beginning to wish he could turn up its speed, finding that if he clenched down right he could increase how good it felt. As if gauging his arousal, or perhaps just set up by a static program or being directly controlled by Lena, the speed of the movements began to ramp upward starting with the fourth thrust. What distracted Lamis immensely from this, however, was at the end of the fifth thrust the device let loose with a sharp jolt of electricity, a ring in the rod having a single spot that was bare of rubber and was exposed metal, and it had zapped poor Lamis' prostate. Thanks to Lamis' type, combined with his arousal, this sent a shot intense pleasure and a short sting through the Flaafy's body, and he nearly orgasmed right then and there. As if sensing this, the machine paused for five seconds after pulling out to its tip, leaving Lamis to squirm and roll his hips futilely at the air.

"Aww, poor, poor pet. Don't worry, you'll get your orgasm soon enough..." Starting right off at a speed higher than the fifth, the machine pushed back firmly into Lamis' ass and pulled back out without a pause, beginning a rhythm of its work. Lamis rocked in his bindings as he pushed down against each intrusion and pulled back each time it escaped him, head rolling slightly to one side or the other in lust. It was getting to him, and he thought that he could orgasm soon, if only it would thrust faster yet, or give him another zap. One more whimper of frustration escaped him and, on that cue, Lena switched the programming from "Arouse" to "Induce Climax." Another shock lanced through Lamis' prostate and he muffledly groaned out and flailed against his bindings as an uncontrollable orgasm overtook him. His balls pulled closer to his body and his shaft throbbed as he pumped a reasonable amount of seed into the tube over his shaft, which as it sensed this, the device sucked just enough to pull the cum away as it was exposed.

The thrusting stopped and let Lamis relax and come down from his orgasm as he shook and finally laid still, panting, but before he could even get a semblance of fully recovered the shaft simply started to thrust again at the same pace it had been going before it stopped. He tried to tug back away from it and clench down to stop its intrusions but he was much too well lubricated and the squeezes only helped to stimulate his insides further. With another zap to his insides, Lamis cried out and tried to zap back in self-defense, fruitlessly of course, and his response seemed to set off a reaction. Every third thrust was accompanied by a zap of random power, some very small and just enough to make him tense in expectation and sigh in relief, others making him rattle his bonds and strain against them. Within a minute of this treatment another orgasm was forced out of Lamis' body, hips humping irregularly into the air as his body automatically tried to hump the tube he was inside of. The machine didn't pause this time though, causing Lamis to whine out for Lena to help him, the whine cut off as the shocks changed to every other thrust instead.

"I'm sorry, my pet, but this is your punishment. You think you can just orgasm whenever you want when you are commanded not to, but you seem to be unable to grasp the fact that I control your orgasms. I control you. Your Mistress is your whole life, and you no longer live for orgasms; you live for me." Sensitized by the attentions up his ass, and both terrified and immensely turned on by his Mistress' words, another climax shook Lamis' shocked body, and the event seemed to change the machine to shock every two insertions, then give a single pause. "I would hold back on your cums, dear pet. Every time you orgasm the shocks will come more often, until you won't even be able to count on the pauses anymore, and every time you climax the shocks are being increased in power." Lena flipped a switch which increased the maximum thrusting speed of the dildo, making Lamis cry out in surprise as his ass was taken at half-again the rate he felt previously.

He tried, rather hard, to stop his orgasm, but only managed to hold out through one extra shock before the next one after what nearly made him climax actually did, making him whimper out in despair and his eyes to tear up in overstimulation and worry at what he had just caused for himself. And indeed he thought of it as him causing it himself, slipping rather well into the submissive bent that his punishments were his own fault, and everything else was for his Mistress. He knew somewhere deep inside that he had better learn it well, unless he wanted to end up in this device every other day. And what an efficient machine it was, milking out every last bit of cum that Lamis' body could spare and then just continuing anyway. He quickly lost count of orgasms as he suddenly realized the light at the edges of his blindfold was gone and his Mistress was upstairs, having left him to his fate.

The tube on Lamis' shaft began to suckle more often than just when he was orgasming, actually a constant, rather firm jerking sensation, that just made it more impossible for him to control his bodily functions. He had lost count already of how many shocks would come before a pause, just like his Mistress had said he would, and he realized with a heartfelt whimper that he had no idea whatsoever how long he would be left down there, shaking hard as he came yet again into his collection tube.