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Sipping my morning tea, I see the door to my vixen's room open. Her naked, fuzzy form steps out, stretching and yawning. Morning sunlight floods the apartment, illuminating her unkempt white fur. I lean back and enjoy the view for a moment, before I have to get down to business.

"Emma, come and sit for a moment."

Her ears swivel around and she stares at me confused. I hadn't used her name since the day she moved in. I pat the seat opposite to me. Even more confused that she did not have to kneel on the floor, she flops down.

I point her over to the coffee table, and the paper on it. Before she can take a look, I lean over and undo the clasp of her collar. Carefully I remove it. She starts rubbing her neck.

"We had a lot of fun with your graduation party last week." I smile and fold up the thin collar. "Now your contract is up, Emma."

I set the collar away and push the paper over so she can take a look.

"Emma, with your grades you can find a good starting position just about anywhere within the month. I can give out recommendations. You don't even have to suck a single cock," I add with a wink.

Emma stares at the contract and her signature. She would stay until graduation, receiving free room and board, as well as my tutoring and discipline. I had been a strict teacher and it's turned her around, from almost dropping out to being a top graduate. Turns out all it takes for a girl to focus is being chained naked to a desk and being scolded for her mistakes.

And what I got in exchange was a decently obedient slave and sextoy. Free access to her body, within reason. I let her meet other people for her classes and sometimes outside of those, if she asked for permission. Otherwise, she's naked in my apartment, waiting for me to play with her.

A fair exchange, in my opinion. It has worked for a few girls now.

"So, Emma, if you want, I can call up a few clients and..."

She licks her lips and blinks. Throwing all this at her in the morning might not have been entirely fair. But eventually, she stammers: "P-please, master. I... I want to stay."

Since I had not been entirely nice to her in the past months, I had expected her to be glad to get to leave.

"Master, I want to stay with you. Please let me be your full slave. I want to be your property."

I give her a long sigh. "Emma, we had a contract. It is up." I shake my head and lean back. "Remember when you had applied? You were one of four. I already have three applicants lined up for next semester."

Her eyes dart back and forth between the collar, the contract and myself. "S-sir, I can be a better slave for you. Please let me stay. I know I haven't been... all that good, but I can try harder! I will! Let me be your property."

I shake my head. "Emma, I'll be frank with you. I'd like to have a permanent slave. Actual property. However, for that, I would want something different that I don't want to impose on you." I lean forwards until my face is just in front of hers. "No limits. No safewords."

Having said that, I grin and get up. Of course, no girl would agree to that. It's just a nice fantasy. "All right, I expect you to gather your things and move out by the end of the week. I will help you with the -"

Suddenly, the vixen slides off the couch to the floor. She kneels, legs together and hands on her thighs, tail tucked in. A slave position we had trained for.

"Master, please accept me as your permanent property." She is visibly shaking. "I will be your cock sleeve, your urinal and punching bag. Fuck me, take out your frustration on me. Change my body to your liking. Use me, abuse me, discard me, train me until I'm the perfect sextoy for you. Show me off and whore me out. Breed me, put your kits into me. I want to be whatever you want me to be."

She looks up, staring into my eyes. "No limits," she says. "No safewords."

I meet her gaze, trying to stare her down. She keeps in position, tail shivering, keeping my gaze.

Fuck. She's serious.

"Emma..."

"Don't call me that, master. You had better names for me." Her stare does not move. "I will sign another contract. We can put it on video. Anything you want. Please accept me as your property."

Standing there, flustered, I am at a loss for words. I had not planned to keep any girl for longer than the original deal. And I had always made sure to keep myself a bit restrained, because to me, the slave was just on temporary loan.

I scratch the back of my head. Am I exploiting the situation? Am I abusing her? She is fully serious. And I was often jealous of other owners, having someone they can actually use however they want...

"Yes. You will sign another contract." In an attempt to scare her off, I add: "And there will be no out for you. You cannot leave of your own volition. The only way this ends is when I will kick you because I am fed up with you."

She sighs with relief, wagging her tail. "Th-thank you, master. This slave is very grateful for the chance."

I lean over and grab her muzzle, glaring into her amber eyes. "Pack all your personal things. Clothes, phone, documents. We will lock them away. From now on, I get to decide what you do, every day, no exceptions. If you have to, make your last calls."

With a chuckle to myself, I let her go. "I'll go out to get some things. When I'm back, I expect to see you standing ready with all your stuff packed up, slave."

I have to go out and buy a proper collar for my new property.

A few hours later, at night, I lie in my bed staring at the ceiling. I have gotten a new collar, a sturdier one with an integrated lock and a titanium core. It features a nice ring to attach chains and leashes to.

She had to clear her room regardless. It is not her room any more. She won't be needing a desk, and a bed is too good for a sextoy. We put all her personal belongings into a box and I locked it away. Let's see how long she can put up with that.

The moon shines through the large windows into my bedroom as I turn around. She had signed the contract, spoken on camera. She entirely wants this, so I should relax.

However, I will take a look at the new applicants regardless. In two weeks, they will be in my flat, undressing, getting touched and judged. They will be flustered; at least one will bail when she has to suck my cock, just like every year. And then I will choose one for the room. But this time, my vixen will watch, and know that she will be on the bottom of the hierarchy. That is going to be fun.

Everything will be fine. I want to get to sleep, but there is just one problem - my cock is rock-hard and doesn't let me turn over. I look over the side of my bed.

My new property is sleeping on the rug, as befits her status. She is curled up and fast asleep. The moonlight illuminates her white fur, emphasising the dark collar. My hand wanders over my own body, wraps around my member.

Fuck it. She's my sextoy.

I slide off the bed and grab her head by the base of her hair. I just force her up right out of sleep. My vixen blinks a few times, but the tip of my member already pokes at her lips. It quickly finds a way in.

Holding her head by the ears, I already press her nose into my pubes. For a moment I relish the feeling as her throat spasms around the tip. I'm in so deep I can feel the new, tighter collar. Her tail twitches as she panics for just a moment, but then she keeps the position.

Slowly I let her head move backwards, but just as suddenly I pull her back in. Her mouth and throat are nothing more than a cocksleeve as I start thrusting. I feel so pent up. I want to use my sextoy ruthlessly and without any regard. Just thrust into her mouth, holding her by the ears and hair, slamming her nose repeatedly into my pelvis.

The feeling builds up until I feel my release approach, and I ram my hard member as deep as it will go; spurting hot semen right down her throat. My member twitches as I feel her shivering around me, rope after rope of thick jizz pumping into her stomach. I hold her there until I'm done.

Without a word, I pull out and use her face to wipe my cock clean. Then I just push her off. I'm done with her. Giving her no more thought, I return to my bed. What a relief. Now I feel much better.

Dozing off, I catch myself thinking about how I can make her regret her choice.