Yoruichi & Soi fon - Student Teacher Bonding (Patreon)

Yoruichi had taken up residence in one of the Shihoin family's abandoned manors. This one was located so far from the Seireitei it was privy only to the family and its closest aides. But due to its remote location, none of the remaining family members had any interest in it, thus making it the perfect getaway location. 

"It's been a while since I’ve done some self-bondage…" She mused. "Truth be told I'd prefer a bit of interaction, but I can't just nip back to the realm of the living and drop Kisuke a visit just for kinky fun. He'd laugh his ass off! And even worse: He'd tease me until I lost my mind…"

So, left with no option other than entertaining herself, Yoruichi tied herself up.

The bodacious Shinigami started by taking off her beige shoes, leaving her in just her black once piece outfit that clung to her body like high-grade spandex. She then opened the duffle bag she’d retrieved from her hide out of old.

The purplette sighed as she stared at the coils of rope for a while. She and Kisuke had been using those to great effect back in the day. The memories those ropes held…

“Right then, let’s hope my self-bondage skills haven’t grown too rusty.”

She started at her ankles, cinching those together snugly with several coils from a long rope. Her knees were next, after which the gorgeous woman took a moment to kick her legs and test her work.

Yoruichi nodded happily. “That’ll keep me busy for a while.” She said to herself after confirming the ropes wouldn’t slack or displace.

The Shinigami woman then moved on to tie a rope around her waist and fold her legs underneath her body so she could connect her ankle bonds to it, thus forcing herself to keep her legs bent double.

For the next step, she tied a white knotted cloth in between her teeth and began searching her duffle bag for the most important item: A standard issue sealing collar.

The collar was a deep red colour, and suppressed any and all reiatsu from the wearer. But more importantly, it also had the ability to restrain its wearer.

The moment Yoruichi buckled her collar into place, she felt her power drain into it. Several thin but strong strings then sprouted from the back of it, snaking down her back to wrap themselves around her wrists and start pulling them together.

Within moment, the purple haired woman’s hands were snugly crossed together, and kept that way by the thin red ropes cinched around her wrists and eventually melting into one another, leaving no knots to pick or weaknesses to exploit. The rope then began to draw itself in, pulling her wrists along until her arms were forced into a chicken wing position, and almost completely immobile.

“Ooff!” The woman with the cholate bod grunted. “Tighter than I expected. No wonder prisoners are always so docile; I can’t move at all!” She said after testing the leeway this collar gave her.

She then grinned slightly. Just what I needed!

The dark skinned woman then proceeded to wriggle around happily, letting her memories of Kisuke and her various fantasies drift in and out as the ropes and strings surrounding her body creaked softly under her struggles.

Her nipples hardened beneath the spandex as her chest rubbed against the hardwood floor, that all too familiar warm glow between her legs started making itself known again.

“mmnfff.” She gasped into her gag, her beautifully toned body flexing as her legs and arms strained against the ropes binding them.

Naturally, Yoruichi stood no chance of actually freeing herself, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t try for the fun of it. As she started shifting her arms around to try and find out how much leeway she had, and whether there might actually be something in reach, the ropes denying her gradually dug in deeper, sending shivers down her spine.

“Mmmnnn.” She moaned softly. How I’ve missed this feeling!

The longer she writhed around, the hotter her breasts and snatch started to feel. And the fantasies flooding her mind about Kisuke during their younger years weren’t helping either.

When the purplette closed her eyes she could see the white blond man before her eyes, his hand slowly reaching for her hip. Her vision was so powerful, when his fingers pressed down on butt she could actually feel the pressure!

“Aaahh!” Yoruichi gasped as her fantasy squeezed her cheek softly, her eyes remaining firmly closed as her body quivered.

His hand slowly moved down her luscious thigh, reaching round until his index finger could stroke her labia, which were so eager for attention they bulged inside the skintight black outfit.

“mmnnn.” The purple haired shinobi grunted, her legs attempting to flail out in reflex, only to immediately be contained by the tight ropes cinching her ankles to her waist.

Her fantasy smirked at her, his second hand to begin squeezing and kneading her breasts, flicking her nipples at that infuriating pace only Kisuke could maintain.

Within a minute of closing her eyes, Yoruichi was howling into her cleave gag, begging her captor to move on.

But real as it felt, Kisuke was still an illusion concocted by her own kinky mind. It didn’t matter how horny he was making her feel, he couldn’t finish the job for her. 

This turn on is great and all, but I can’t really act on it with my hands pinned down… Guess it’s time to cut myself free, and move on to some more thorough playtime.

Reluctantly, Yoruichi opened her eyes, making Kisuke disappear. She then scanned the floor around her to search for the knife she could use to cut herself free.

But even after turning (or squirming) around for a full 360 degrees, she had yet to lay eyes on her dagger.

It’s not here?! That can’t be, right? I know I left a knife nearby!

She began scanning the whole room, but she couldn’t spot any glimmering metal wherever she looked.

You’ve GOT to be kidding me?! How the hell could I forget to put a knife nearby?! She growled angrily into her gag.

The answer was, she hadn’t … 

She had left a dagger relatively close by. But as she'd relished in her own little world struggling against the ropes, she'd accidentally kicked the hilt. With physical prowess as great as hers, it had been enough to propel the small blade across the room.

And whether it was blind luck, or simply because Yoruichi's body simply acted on reflexes honed in battle, her kick had actually lodged the knife into one of the wooden pillars, halfway down to its blade! And what was worse, it had done so almost 4 feet above the ground (and thus completely out of reach of a nearly hogtied Yoruichi).

A slight knot developed in her stomach. No knife means no escape. I’ve tied these ropes to tightly, and that collar is built to contain even the most powerful of criminals. I stand no chance at getting that thing to break down… DAMN IT!

The chocolate bombshell began struggling furiously, pulling as hard with her legs as she could in the hopes of bringing her ankles up to her hands and start picking at the knots. She began twisting her wrist inside the strings that had sprouted from the collar, trying to dislodge them and pull at least one hand free.

But whatever she tried, nothing worked. The knot in her stomach slowly transformed into a gaping pit, as attempt after attempt ended in frustrating failure.

After over two hours of non-stop thrashing around and rolling along the floor of the massive room, Yoruichi slumped down. Her chest was heaving and her vision had become blurry from her exertions. She was exhausted, but still as helpless when she started.

Why did I have to take things this far?! She cursed. I never should've decided on this restraint collar, especially since I'm alone now. I hate to admit it, but Kisuke was right when he warned me that safety should always take priority, even over pleasure. Oh, if only he could see me now… He'd have a field day!

But lecturing herself was not going to solve this problem. What she needed now was a plan… But what? 

Maybe I should just try making my way out of this room. I know for a fact that there’s a weapon storage close by.

But the purplette’s heart sank as she began envisioning the length of her struggle to make it all the way over there. Not to mention sliding open a door would be quite the challenge with her body so pinned down. And thanks to her imagination running wild earlier, remaining concentrated wasn’t exactly that easy anymore either.

Stupid cow! She insulted herself. Great job, making yourself horny beyond words, but not checking if you can actually finish the act!

The dark skinned babe sighed. Guess I’ll start crawling towards the door…

However, when Yoruichi only had about a foot more to go, footsteps could suddenly be heard. They were soft, but the pace was incredibly fast, and getting louder.

Someone’s running- no, charging towards this room?!

Instinctively, the death god tried preparing her battle. But when her reiatsu didn’t respond in the slightest the pit in her stomach returned.

This could turn out very bad for me.

The door slid open.

“Lady Yoruichi, I’ve looked all over for you. I have important-“ Soi Fon had begun, only to stall in the middle of her sentence when she spotted her liege lying on the floor, bound and gagged!

Or very good… The playful purplette thought to herself.

“YORUICHI-SAMA! WHO DID THIS TO YOU?!” The petite raven haired girl screamed, her face burning red with fury as she pulled the cleave gag out of the captive Yoruichi’s mouth.

The purple haired woman let out a relieve moan whilst Soi Fon kneeled beside her, eager to find out whom she had to go out and rip limb from limb for this atrocity.

“First off, how did you even find me here?!”

The petite death god bluffed. She had spent hours scowering the Seireitei and Yoruichi's usual hideouts to find her idol, getting more frantic as she failed to locate her.

It wasn’t until she returned to her own mansion in disappointment she remembered something: Back when she was still in training, members of her own household once mentioned a secret house under the dominion of the Shihoin's. Figuring that was her best bet right now, Soi Fon had sought out the oldest of her servants to get directions, and headed straight for the mansion on the outskirts of Seireitei.

“Now, Yoruichi-sama. Will you tell me who is responsible for this?”

“I did.”

“W-What?”

“I tied myself up.”

"Y-You yourself?! B-B-But why?"

"Hmm. That's hard to explain." Yoruichi replied, avoiding her friend's look

"Is this some sort of training?" The raven haired girl offered desperately, unable to come up with any other reason to put oneself in such an uncomfortable predicament.

"Hmm… You could say that, but it's more fun than it is training to be honest. You should try it sometimes."

"M-Me? Try this?" The shorter of the two death gods stammered.

"You don't have to sound that hesitant." Yoruichi said a bit disappointed. "You'd be surprised how this can make you feel." 

"But still." Soi fon protested timidly, her face flushed as she imagined wriggling around as she’d seen Yoruichi do earlier. 

"Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do!"

"Then try it!"

Now Soi Fon flinched. Her Lady had given her an order. How could she possibly refuse?! Besides, if Yoruichi said it was worthwhile to try this out, how could she possible refuse?

"O-Okay…" The younger of the two death gods finally admitted.

"…But first, get me out of this." 

"Sorry?"

"Unseal the collar around my neck. It contains my reiatsu to keep me trapped."

"So you are actually stuck?" Soi Fon said surprised. After hearing Yoruichi was training herself, she had assumed there must’ve been some escape route prepared. 

"Of course I am. It wouldn't be proper training otherwise, now would it? I had only just begun my escape when you came in, but it'll take too long doing it myself." The chocolate bod beauty lied.

The captain of the punishment drew her zanpaktou and sliced the bindings apart with blinding speed.

“Thank you.” The dark skinned beauty said. “So, would you like to started right now?”

Soi Fon took off her captain’s haori and kneeled down before her mistress. “Of course, Yoruichi-sama.”

Yoruichi took more rope from the duffle bag. "I won't restrain your powers this time around. We can take things slowly." The cat-woman said kindly.

"You don't have to, Lady Yoruichi!" Soi Fon protested. "Just for my sake-"

"It's for both our sakes." The purplette replied mysteriously.

After all, if I shock you too much I might scare you away… And then I'd lose my partner after Kisuke disappeared from the Soul Society…

"Of course, I urge you not to use your abilities until you absolutely need to. Try and get as far as possible using just your physical prowess."

"I will, Lady Yoruichi." Soi fon promised, swearing to herself then and there she wouldn't use her abilities, whatever the situation.

The chocolate bod woman then proceeded to gently fold her friend’s arms together behind her back, trying her wrists and elbows together.

“Oww.” The raven haired woman moaned softly. Those ropes felt a lot tighter than she’d expected. There was barely any give as well.

But Yoruichi ignored the soft complaint as she moved on to frogtying Soi Fon’s legs.

“There, I think this should be enough for a first time.”

The petite Shinigami struggled experimentally, only to find herself barely able to move.

“This is… surprisingly tight.”

“That’s the point. It’s so you can’t resist when I do this.” Yoruichi said as she reached out and squeezed Soi Fon’s petite breasts.

“Kya! L-Lady Yoruichi!” The raven haired girl squealed startled, trying to back away but finding her legs weren’t responsive.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t like the way that felt?”

By now the younger shinigami’s face was bright red. The jolt the dark skinned beauty had sent through her body had been anything but unpleasant, but that’s exactly what was confusing her so badly.

Why is Lady Yoruichi doing this? She thought nervously, fidgeting with her hands to try and loosen the ropes.

But before she could make another protest her mistress pinched her right nipple.

“AAH!” The petite girl shrieked, flailing in shock.

The purple haired woman giggled. “Too much? I guess you’re not very experienced yet?”

Soi Fon’s heart was racing. “L-Lady Yoruichi, what are you-“

"Hush, Soi fon. I'm trying to show you what makes this all so interesting."

“B-But-“

“Hush.” The chocolate bod woman almost whispered as she slowly folded away Soi fon's clothes to expose her breasts and groin. She then slowly moved one hand down to start fondling her snatch as well as her breasts.

“Hm. No! P-please!” The petite Shinigami whimpered, but her mistress’ relentless attention soon cut off her protests in favour of soft moans and cries. 

Yoruichi slowly inched her friend towards a climax, gently speeding up her pace and vigour as she showed her junior captain a glimpse of the erotic heights she and Kisuke used to climb to.

However, when the raven haired death god was is on the verge of climaxing...

"Shunko!!" Soi Fon suddenly yelled, panicked by the way her body was no longer her own to command. Within seconds, her petite frame was shrouded with the crackling reiatsu her secret technique conjured, vaporizing her bonds and even forcing Yoruichi back a few feet.

"What was that for?" The purplette asked with wide eyes. To think that Soi Fon would react in such a way! Did she go too fast after all?!

Horrified by her rebellion, the captain of the punishment force immediately deactivated her abilities.

I’ve broken my vow to do as Lady Yoruichi told… Damn it! She cursed at herself. But the feelings coursing through her had simply been too strong. Her body had felt so hot, so eager, so… Unlike anything she’d ever felt! If she had let her mistress continue, surely she would have…

The raven haired girl blushed bright red as she failed to finish that thought.

"You were going to- t-t-to…"

"I was going to grant you a big favour!" The purplette said sourly. "Is it that strange being with a woman?"

"N-No, Lady Yoruichi! Please don't be offended. I just… panicked."

"You got that right…" The dark skinned woman said as she got up from the floor. Her bodysuit was in tatters thanks to Soi Fon’s outburst, which only revealed more of her perfect body. In fact, Yoruichi’s body was barely clothed anymore. A few strings of cloth covered just enough of her lower body to hide her snatch from plain sight. Her breasts had been less fortunate, with the right one just barely covering the nipple and the left one completely exposed. And everything in between was just hanging together with flimsy strokes of fabric anymore.

The younger of the two women couldn’t even look at the dark skinned lady anymore now. With her desire still burning strong, just glancing at the utter beauty of her mistress would probably set her off!

Soi Fon grovelled before the catwoman. "Please forgive me!" She begged.

The purplette chuckled. “Of course I will.”

“Really?!” The dark haired girl said shocked, actually looking up at her kindly smiling friend. “You are to kind Lady Yoruichi!”

“I suppose I am… But in return, you have to promise me to have another try of this.”

Now the junior captain’s look of relief was replaced by one of horror. “I-I have to…”

“Do another session with me, yes. I feel you bailed out this time before we could get to the essence.”

Understatement of the century… The purplette thought to herself, feeling rather disappointed at not only her own climax having been a failure, but now Soi Fon’s as well. I suppose I did get rusty after all those years…

Soi Fon swallowed. “O-Okay. If you ask it of me, Lady Yoruichi, then I will comply.”

“Not ‘comply’, just say you’re looking forward to it.” The chocolate bod woman said, a tad annoyed. “This is surprisingly fun once you get into it.”

“I- I will try.”

Yoruichi sighed. “I suppose that’ll have to do…”

The younger of the two captains then covered herself up, and left the room to allow her Lady to do the same.

Once she was allowed back into the room, Soi Fon tried desperately to change the subject by talking to the purple haired woman about Seireitei matters (the reason she had sought her out in the first place).

But once those matters were dealt with, the playful Yoruichi automatically drew the raven haired girl back into her own pace, and returned to bondage and kink for a conversational topic.

Not wanting to be rude, or be asked to leave her side, Soi Fon entertained her enigmatic mistress.

"In any case, I never realized the punishment force went through training as arduous as this under your leadership, Lady Yoruichi. It truly showed me how far I have to go." 

The purple haired woman blinked a couple of times, before bursting out in laughter.

Training?! She’s still hung up on that?! My gosh Soi Fon, you really have to get out more!

“W-What’s wrong, Lady Yoruichi?! Did I say something weird?” 

Once the dark skinned woman had caught her breath, she turned to her junior captain. 

"This isn't training! God, imagine showing the punishment force this! They'd nosebleed to death!" She joked.

"T-then how? Why? Where did you learn all this?!" 

"Kisuke and I have been getting up to this kind of fun for longer than you can imagine." Yoruichi said slyly. "How'd you think I got so good?"

Hearing that name was enough to turn Soi Fon’s confusion into sheer rage.

She frowned angrily as her fists clenched. 

That Urahara bastard! Soi fon thought angrily. HE is the one to twist my Lady’s mind into getting up to this stuff!

“I’m really glad I owned up to him back then about being into this kind of thing. He was a bit reluctant at first, but as always he was a very quick study.” The chocolate bod said as her eyes glazed over for just a moment, a faint smile on her beautiful visage as she reminisced about those tender first times.

Soi Fon shifted about on her knees uncomfortably. The fact Kisuke had been doing these kinds of things to her Lady, even at her own request, was making her blood boil.

Everytime that bastard is brought up by Lady Yoruichi, he finds another way to disgust me! To think he would be allowed to render my Lady helpless and take advantage of her perfect body! I must put a stop to this, whatever the cost!