The Wardrobe Wager: Chapter 1

Rinnes stepped out of the shower, blindly reaching for a towel. His red fur was short enough it didn't tend to take too long to dry, but his hair and tail — both of which usually came to an end at his shoulders — absorbed water like a sponge, and took forever to deal with. It'd been taking even longer lately, as the only towels he could find seemed to keep getting smaller and smaller. He was sure his mom must have started hoarding the larger ones, but he had no idea why.

Once his hair and tail were adequately dry and floofy, he stepped off the mat towards where his clothes were waiting. Or at least where they had been waiting. Apparently they'd gotten impatient, because they were no longer there. Rinnes scrunched up his face, not looking forward to solving this mystery in case his gut was right about the ending.

Before leaving the bathroom he wrapped himself in a towel as best he could. Oh, he thought, barely able to bring the two corners together around his waist. So that's why.

"Hey, Mom?" he called out. "Have you seen my clothes?"

"Oh, yes I have, sweetie!" came the reply from down the hall.

Rinnes followed the voice and found his mother, Renée, folding laundry in the living room.
Okay, maybe that was good. Maybe she'd just gotten too overzealous and grabbed his clothes absentmindedly to fold them. Even though they were already folded. In the bathroom. Which was supposed to have been locked.
"Cool, great. Uh. Where are they?"

"Oh, I got rid of them, sweetie!"

Rinnes winced, hating that his gut was right yet again. "Mom, what the fuck!! You can't keep throwing away my clothes!"

"I don't throw them away, honey. I give them away. There are people out there who could use them!"

"I could use them, Mom!!"

"Well it didn't look like you were using them to me, they were just lying there..."

"Because I was in the shower!" Rinnes cried, bringing a hand to his temple in exasperation. "For like, barely 15 minutes! How did you even make the round-trip that fast?"

"Oh, Mommy has her secrets, baby." Renée looked up from the laundry at last and gave Rinnes a wink that made his heart skip a beat, and his towel feel even smaller.

"Mom, please," he sighed, "for the last time, just stop tossing out my clothes."

Renée echoed his sigh, in a way that might have sounded mocking were it not for the kindness in her eyes. "Well, it seems we're at an impasse..."

"I don't think that's actually what thi—"

"That settles it: a challenge then!"

Rinnes groaned, shifting uncomfortably in his towel. "C'mon mom, not another fucking challenge..."

"Yes, another fucking challenge! If I win, we donate all those silly clothes of yours to charity."

"No!! Mom, for fuck's sake, I need those!"

Renée cupped Rinnes's cheeks, giving them an adoring squeeze before being swatted away. "No you doooon't, you're so cute without them! And I have plenty of fun things for you to wear instead anyway."

Rinnes blushed, trying and failing to wrap the towel further around him. "I can't exactly wear any of those out in public though, can I?"

"Says who?" Renée asked, feigning a pout.

Rinnes shot her an exasperated look. "Mom, seriously?"

She met his gaze, unblinking, folding her arms beneath her heavy breasts, giving them a not-so-subtle jiggle, "Then I guess you'd just be stuck wearing them at home with me."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, eager to break eye contact and ignore the single butterfly that set loose in his stomach. "Uuuugh..." He let out a long breath. "And if I win?"

Renée grinned. "If you're not wholeheartedly begging me to clear out your wardrobe by tonight, then tomorrow I'll take you shopping, anywhere you'd like, and buy you all the clothes you could possibly want!"

Rinnes paused, squinting suspiciously. "And you—"

"And I won't get rid of any of those clothes without your permission," she finished. "Squirrel's honor!"

Still unmoving, as if stuck on the precipice between flight or flight, Rinnes carefully eyed his mother. She stood statuesque, hands resting on her ample hips, her soft smile and gleaming eyes revealing nothing of her intent. Her tail, however, bobbed behind her with faint excitement. Twice the size of his own, that at least had always made her easy to read.

After a few long moments, he finally flung his free hand up. "Fuck, fine. Deal."

"Yeeeeeee!" Renée bounced up and down excitedly, her ass and tits following along almost a full half-second behind. "Wait right there, I have just the outfit to put you in for this!"

Rinnes stood there — still holding the towel around him as though there'd be any point trying to preserve his modesty in a minute or two anyway — as he watched Renée bound off to her room, and began to wonder what he'd agreed to this time.

* * *

Not 10 minutes later and the towel had been traded in for several more items, and somehow decidedly less surface area.

Apparently Renée had bought a pretty new chastity cage, so it was no wonder she'd wanted an excuse to play dress-up. The smooth, shiny dome held his cock perfectly, the ring sitting delightfully snug and giving his balls just the right amount of lift. He had to admit it looked cute; its elegant, pearlescent finish was complimented by five decorative pearls of various sizes positioned along the top, with the largest in the center housing the lock.

A new collar, black and adorned with a matching pearlescent trim along its center, already bore the engraved nametag that Renée had gifted him long ago. As much as he outwardly bemoaned being reduced to "Mommy's Slut," it had always filled him with an inordinate amount of pride, and its polished gold plating accented the trim beautifully.

Renée would certainly get to enjoy seeing both items — along with everything else — as the restraints that bound his arms and tail tightly behind his back ensured he'd be unable to cover himself in the slightest until she was done with him.

He noticed the thigh-high stockings she had him wear, besides giving his thighs a nice squish that he found himself sheepishly admiring, were the kind with protective traction pads sewn into the soles — which meant she was planning on teasing him with "walkies" again.
It was one of her oldest tactics: take him into the garden on a leash and parade him around a little, all "oh, what if the neighbors see~?" until he eventually got too embarrassed and conceded whatever silly argument they were having. Then she'd give him that smile she saved for whenever she knew she'd won, stroke his blushing cheek, and say, "Aww my sweet, shy baby. Let's get you back inside, and you can tell Mommy all about how right she was!"
Every time, like clockwork.

Fortunately it was now late into spring, and the surrounding trees were in full enough bloom to provide almost total shade from both sun and nosey neighbors alike. With so little threat of actually being seen, Rinnes knew there was no amount of teasing that could make him yield in this matter. Renée was welcome to try, but he'd happily stay out all day if required!

Rinnes was stirred from his thoughts by the final piece of the ensemble being draped around his neck: a ball gag styled as a large pearl, matching the rest of the set, which Renée began fitting almost before he had a chance to admire it.

Her breasts pressed against his back as she adjusted the straps, soft and warm through her thin sweater. The fabric brushing against his fur made him even more aware of just how naked he was, and he had to fight not to strain against his cage already.

Once she seemed satisfied, she leaned in and asked, "Now, you remember your safe word?"

"Yes, Mom," Rinnes replied glibly.

"I need to hear you say it, dingus."

"Fiiiine. Rambunctious."

"Very good!" she exclaimed, placing the ball gag securely in his mouth and fastening the straps tight. "Remember to say it nice and clear, just like that!"

Rinnes rolled his eyes sarcastically, having grown tired of the joke about 20 gags ago, but put up no fuss. He knew it was a terrible idea to have no safety signals, but his mom had always been able to read him so well, they had never even come close to needing one before. Plus, the way it made her giggle was just too precious. "Rhmmbhmpfhfh~"

"Heehehehee! Not quite, sweetie, but I'm sure you'll get it next time!" Renée bounced, her face lighting up. "Oh, I so love our little 'Running Gag'!"

Rinnes rolled his eyes again, this time with complete sincerity.

"Now," she said, predictably producing a leash and clipping it to his new collar, "it's such a nice day outside, why don't we go for a little walk?"

Rinnes's lips curled upwards around the gag. There it was. He nodded, batting his eyelids with exaggerated sweetness, and let her lead him towards the back door, and the cool, calm garden waiting beyond.

Except she led him straight past it, into the main hallway, where she grabbed her handbag and began rummaging around inside. Rinnes frowned, puzzled. Had she forgotten another toy or accessory she wanted to bring with them outside? She could've just left him to wait by the door. It wasn't like he'd go wandering off like this.
He watched as she retrieved her keys, unlocked the front door, and opened it wide.

"Come along then!" She said, taking a step outside.

Rinnes stood frozen in the warm sunlight now spilling into the hall. Surely this was a bluff. She expected him to believe she might really take him out there, and so he would fold instantly. Hell, she'd probably even take him up to the door itself just to sell it, even if it meant risking a neighbor or some passerby actually catching a brief glimpse.

Well, then, she was right. She'd won. He'd go without clothes, just as long as it meant he could at least do so inside the house and not out where everyone would certainly see. He sagged a little, defeated.

But Renée was still walking. "I said come along," she called back, giving his leash a tug and causing him to stumble forwards.

Rinnes's eyes grew wider as he drew closer to the door. He tried shaking his head, but Renée wouldn't turn to see; he tried forming the safe word around the ball gag, but it came out nothing more than a garbled moan, as always. He tried not to feel too exposed as he stood on the welcome mat and Renée closed the door behind him, but the gentle breeze caressing every bare inch of him made it impossible to ignore.

He looked at Renée with pleading eyes, doing his best to convey his surrender through clumsy grunts and whines, acutely aware that every moment they were out here made it more and more likely that someone might see.
"Rhmmbhmpfhfh. Rhmmbhmpfhfh!"

She broke into a smile, that perfect smile she reserved only for her victories over him, when she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she'd won, and a ripple of relief rushed through him.

"Aww my sweet, shy baby." She reached up to stroke his blushing cheek — teasingly, agonizingly slowly, as though they had all the time in the world out here — before turning back to the door, reaching out, and locking it shut. "You are just so cute! C'mon, let's go."

Rinnes watched his mom walk down the path towards the street until the leash tightened and he was forced to follow obediently behind her, unable to think clearly over the pounding of his heart, unable to cover himself even slightly, feeling more naked than he'd ever felt before.

With each step forward he took, one thought floated urgently in his periphery: if she already knew she'd won, why was she still taking things so far — and how much further was she planning to go?