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"I can't believe you really managed to sleep through the whole thing...you could sleep through an earthquake, if you ever had the chance."

Starlit could have used the tentacles upon her back to fill in the gaps for some of the ropes that she'd put to work, but that would have forced her to stay in one place the entire time.

She much preferred the idea of being able to move around the bed and survey Proxy from whatever angle she pleased, and no matter how she drank in the sight of his naked, bonded body, she found a frustrating juxtaposition of satisfaction in the sight of him, and yet, greater thirst was budding within her at waiting for him to wake up.

Her tentacles were famous for having a mind of their own, and while the others remained patient with the foxtopus, one couldn't help reaching out from around her hip and brushing along the side of Proxy's resting cheek. It was such a delicate touch that the first pass still didn't rile him from his rest, but he was starting to stir...

...And the suctioned grip of that tentacle, sticking to his eyelid and tugging it open before he was properly conscious, startled him...but the moment he tried to thrash and push the edge of the tendril from his eye, he was given a crash course on what Starlit had been up to the night before.

"You'll have to forgive that one for being a little wily, but I have been up for a while now," Starlit explained, once Proxy was done yelping with the shock of his waking bondage. "I was starting to think I was going to have to do something truly drastic to get you to wake up; would have hated for you to sleep through your Valentine's Day surprise."

Proxy was still sucking in a panicked gasp when he tried to rub the sleep from his eyes, but hearing Starlit's voice gave him some clearance to breathe easier.

"O-oh...my gosh...swear, you almost gave me a heart attack," he murmured, the labor of catching his breath evident in his every word. "I...well, I've gotta give you credit: consider me surprised already, anyway."

"Really? That's wonderful!" Starlit cheered. The subtle, icy blue coloration of her extra arms took on a certain glow at the praises of her own personal gift, but Proxy was already expecting to see a darker, sinister color upon her body before the day was through; the ropes around his wrists and ankles were tied a little too tight, and even with a wide grin on her face, Starlit already looked the part of a dominant force of nature, illuminated by the flicker of candlelight. "I trust you're nice and comfy down there?"

"Would you let me out if I said I wasn't?"

"You already know the answer to that," Starlit's reply was curt, but she was still grinning through every word, loving the little bit of discomfort that Proxy displayed. "But the only way I'm letting you out of these," she paused, stroking the edge of a strap with a single, delicate fingertip, "Is if you've got the perfect Valentine's gift waiting for me in the other room."

Proxy could have tried to come up with something... anything , just to get himself out of the binds that held him so steadfast to the bed.

If he'd actually wanted to get free, he might he fudged his way through an excuse of why her gift hadn't arrived yet, but he could already see a shift in the chromatophores that illuminated the extra arms floating around her.

They weren't quite the vicious, blood red color that he'd seen them take when she was in a violent mood, but stopping just one shade short of that, he could already guess what kind of consequences he was due to suffer, no matter what he told her.

"I, uh...h-heh...I can't say for sure that it's perfect?" he admitted, fearful of just how quickly the foxtopus was going to lash out at him for his confession; the first response was sharp , but it wasn't the rake of claws or the sudden pierce of fangs against his flesh...

...It was only the narrowing of a knowing glare, but the weight of the same was enough to make his skin crawl with the most pleasant anticipation of what she'd do when she acted on the emotions that flooded her gaze.

"I had a feeling you'd wait until the last second and force me to take care of my own gift," Starlit mentioned, her arms crossing over the bare flesh of her chest. "Thankfully, I planned ahead; now the perfect gift is just laying in bed and waiting for me to unwrap it..."

Starlit didn't think Proxy would complain about the lack of clothing on her vulpine bodice, but she'd made sure to leave him in a pair of boxer shorts and a sleep shirt while she bound him up to the bedposts: she wanted to have the chance to make her point by ripping the clothing right from his body.

Failing that, she had plenty of other methods to get the crux to whimper with delight; she almost hoped that ruining his outfit would fall short of expectations.

"Where should I start?" Starlit continued, seeing the lightest quiver of nerves in Proxy's lower lip. "Not like there's any wrong answer, but...should I do away with the shirt, first? Get you all fired up and turned on so that your cock is nice and stiff against those boxers? You'll practically be begging me to take them off by the time I'm through with you..."

Having his shirt removed would be a delight, but Proxy didn't think it would be enough to get the blood flowing to such an amorous extent.

He also hadn't guessed Starlit's methods for taking his shirt off...or where she'd be sitting when she started with her glorious task.

"If you want me to beg for it, you know I'm more than happy to," Proxy confessed. "You didn't have to go to all this trouble, just for that."

"Oh, but I did ," Starlit countered. As her arms dropped, revealing the soft, subtle weight of her bosom once more, she planted a palm on the edge of the bed, letting it shift just slightly under Proxy's body to tease at the tight grip of his bondage. "You're a good boy, Proxy...but for once, I wanted you to beg because you meant it...not just because I liked it."

It was an authentic lump of nerves that traveled down Proxy's throat as he watched Starlit's performance: the foxtopus was making a spectacle of climbing into the bed with a slow, stretching gait, putting her whole body on display and encouraging the blood to flow to his groin without a single touch to his cock.

"I...I always mean it when I beg, Starlit," Proxy tried to convince her, but he could already see a smoky tone mingling with the vibrant red that flooded the ends of her tendrils. "I don't say that stuff j-just to say it..."

"Believe me, Proxy: I know that you do, but nothing you can say is going to change my mind," she cemented her plans as she reached across his torso and kicked a leg over, letting the intimate warmth of her bare sex settle against the front of his boxers for the briefest moment; she was already scaling his torso and moving closer to his nervous smile in the next breath. "Watching you squirm is just too much fun..."

He could tell that she wanted him to try and hold out for as long as his body would allow: if he started begging right off the bat, it would have disappointed her, but that would have been the least of his concerns.

The greater problem would have been just how long she dragged out the process before she offered a single touch to any of his more intimate flesh, and with his body already tied to the bed, Starlit could be as patient as she wanted.

Proxy wasn't sure if he had that kind of patience, but he also didn't have a choice in the matter...and even if he tried to lie about enjoying that fact, his body was going to speak for him, sooner or later.

"Not that I've ever had a problem with you making me squirm," Proxy paused, feeling a moist warmth against the middle of his abdomen; Starlit was grinning that much wider when he noticed the way she'd straddled his stomach. "But all tied up like this, I'm not sure how I'm gonna make you squirm...and you deserve to, don't you?"

"Such a little suck-up," Starlit groaned, but her grin never faded. "I'm glad that you're thinking of my needs, too, but I already thought of that, Proxy."

The little bit of a stain that marked his shirt was just a precursor to what Starlit would offer when she finally reached her destination, but she was having a wonderful time demonstrating her flexibility along the way.

Straddling him as she was, she still had no trouble bending over at the waist to nuzzle a chin into the middle of his head, an obvious sign of affection that came between harsh, deep nibbles against the tips of his ears.

"I know that you probably think you've got the best seat in the house right now," she whispered, her words tickling along his earlobes to contrast the subtle, delightful pain of her nips. "But I can promise you...that seat was reserved for me."

One more nip, playful and harsh in a single bite, left the red and black stripes of his ears to fold back against his head in a submissive display; Starlit had already made her point, but she wasn't the type to simply say her piece and leave it at that.

She was going to put one hell of an exclamation point on her statement, and it started with leaning back from his skull and pressing her palms on his hips as she stretched away from him, pushing her chest out and proving herself a visual feast, as much as she was a dish for his other senses to savor.

"I don't...s-see another seat," Proxy opened his mouth, but even with his leg tied to the far end of the bed, he found a way to put his foot in his own mouth just a moment later.

Starlit wasn't expecting such a perfect line to act on, but hearing that, she just couldn't resist rolling forward on her knees, until the warmth of her soft, delicate petals graced the front end of Proxy's muzzle, leaving a damp patch on the fluff of his chin.

"I imagine it's kinda difficult for you to see your own lips, yes...but that doesn't mean that they aren't the perfect throne for your queen."

The same delicate, liquid arousal that was dragged over his chin settled against his lips as Starlit took her aforementioned seat, a wicked grin painted on her face the entire way through the act.

Even before Proxy's tongue had a chance to be put to work, she was enjoying the subtle tease of his warm, billowing breath, pouring out from his nostrils and tickling the peak of her clit in rapid, nervous fashion; she could tell that she was getting to him already, and doing such a wonderful job of dominating him was providing immediate dividends...but Starlit didn't have to be patient, anymore.

She was just getting started, but a pair of her extra arms were already sliding back down the valley of Proxy's torso, worming their way under the waistband of his boxers to feel the flesh of his cock.

"Oooh...that's a nice, little throb...but nowhere near stiff enough that you're gonna beg for relief," she theorized. "Don't tell me you aren't enjoying the weight of a tight, soaking wet pussy on your mouth..."

It was a challenge that Proxy had to answer, but as soon as he opened his maw, he knew she'd spread her legs a little wider and push the weight of her entrance against his exposed tongue.

If he didn't open up, however...he couldn't begin to imagine what other punishments she'd unleash on his body.

Curiosity was getting the better of him, but a subtle, familiar sensation of delicate sweetness and a pleasant, arousing scent were already winning the day, prompting his tongue to emerge from his maw and glide along the narrow opening of her labia.

He only managed to reach the very edge of her clitoral hood before the velvety, delicious flesh was denied to him.

"When in the hell did I say that you could put your tongue in there, Proxy?"

As much as she was putting her body to work in dominating his own, Starlit's mental games were every bit as deadly, and for an intoxicated moment, Proxy forgot that he was playing them.

His reminder to behave himself could have been so much worse than it was: he didn't think he'd be given a choice in the matter.

"You never...y-you never did," Proxy stammered, trying his best to force a nervous smile to his still dripping lips. "I just assumed-

"You know what assuming does," Starlit interrupted, her arms crossing over her chest once more. "You really should have known better, Proxy; left or right?"

"Huh?"

"That wasn't an option."

"Ri...n-no...left! Left!" he answered in a brief panic, but for his answer alone, he was able to see the hint of a fang poking through Starlit's unflappable grin. "W-wait a second. Why?"

"So many questions...if I wasn't such a generous mistress, goodness only knows what I'd do with you," Starlit teased. "But since you answered left, goodness doesn't have to know what I'd do...because I already do."

The top left tentacle swung around the side of her body, offering up the long, thin, and familiar shape of a riding crop.

"If I weren't so nice...there's so many other things I could do with this," she warned him, letting the leather end of the crop settle against the bridge of his muzzle while she spoke. "But in the interest of showing you just how much I care--it is Valentine's Day, after all--I'm gonna do you a kindness."

"A kindness?"

"Yeah; I'm gonna use this on your ass , instead."

Proxy was riddled with morbid curiosity: some part of him really wanted to know where else she would have put such a toy to use, but feeling it slide over the side of his muzzle, along his cheek, down the edge of his neck and across the valley of his torso, he gleaned a guess and didn't dare to ask the question that sat on his lips.

He swallowed it back as the crop tickled over the tip of his stiffening length, but his cock wasn't going to be freed from that fabric prison anytime soon.

"Finally making some ground in that department, I see," Starlit murmured, her interest immediately captured by the twitching of his member. "But you don't really look like you're straining, just yet..."

Stepping back from his face and addressing the strap around his right leg, Starlit untied the overly tight binds and gave Proxy an unexpected taste of freedom...but he knew better than to think this was the blessing it disguised itself as.

"Let's see if we can change that, shall we?"

She was so quick to get to work on his other leg that Proxy didn't think to try and struggle free, and when he dared to pose a question, he couldn't make it through the first word before a scarlet tendril wrapped around the end of his muzzle, trapping those words at the very end of his tongue.

He would have been wasting his breath to vocalize those wonders; Starlit was working fast , and that eager spirit made quick work of the excessive bondage, until she could easily lift the weight of his legs up and back with the assistance of two more tentacles.

Proxy was flustered to have his full, twitching member pulled up and back as his body was lifted, and bashfully enough, he squirmed to feel the sensitive tip poking between the subtle gap of her breasts...but how she responded to the dribbling precum that messed her fur was a matter of her mood, already evident in the subtly shifting chromatophores.

"...I dare to say you still aren't as tense as you should be...to be honest, I was expecting a lot more from you than that," Starlit explained, keeping his length against the pleasant fluff in her cleavage. "Perhaps I've been a bit too delicate with my present? Should I be a little more... direct...in unwrapping it?"

He truly didn't believe that Starlit could ever be so cruel as to strike his more sensitive areas with the narrow, leather ring on the end of that riding crop...in his heart of hearts, he was sure that the drawn, teasing tickle of the cool leather against the underside of his shaft and the taut, smooth flesh of his sack was nothing more than that.

Even though he was right, it didn't keep him from stiffening up with such vigor that the entire bed shook beneath the giggling foxtopus; she couldn't help backing herself up to his muzzle once more and settling herself right on his mouth, eager to feel his gasping breath against the naked petals of her sex...

...That was a fringe benefit that she hadn't counted on, but she was so delighted with it that she released his muzzle from the grip of a clenching tentacle, knowing she'd captured his obedience again.

He'd need that freedom of movement to put his tongue to better use, after all.

"You're just dying to take a deeper taste, aren't you?" she asked, feeling the very end of his warm, soft tongue pushing up through his lips and daring to press against her delicate, silky flesh. "Do you really think you've suffered enough to earn that, Proxy?"

It was all suffering in word, more than reality: there was something to be said for what an unbearable strain it was to feel the warmth of her bare chest against the tip of his drooling length without it being addressed, or to know that she was letting the riding crop tease along the inside of his thighs as a way of drawing out the first, harsh spank that would finally land against his backside...but it was all part of the experience, as he'd come to learn.

Starlit couldn't hide her affection for him, even when it was shown in ways that others might find unusual; Proxy was just happy to be the object, right then.

"If you didn't have such a cute, tight little butt, I might be able to hold out, myself," Starlit admitted. "But I just can't resist giving this thing a spank and a squeeze...can you really blame me?"

With his tail hanging back from his rump and his legs helplessly dangling on either side of her body, Starlit controlled every move that Proxy could manage, but even she wasn't expecting such a powerful quiver when she finally drew the crop over the back of his balls and tickled the plentiful fluff that cushioned his ass.

She'd already seen enough to know that one strike might be one too many, but she was never as delicate with a lover as she was with Proxy: there was a gentle sting that came when her dexterous fingertips finally lashed out with the riding crop, but the strike that landed was so much softer than Proxy ever would have guessed.

There was barely a tmp of the leather tapping against his backside, and even that was followed by a soothing swirl of the cool, smooth leather against his struck flesh.

"You barely trembled from that," Starlit noted. "Perhaps I have gone soft...but do you really think you can handle more than that, big guy?"

Starlit was expecting Proxy to lay back and enjoy the gift of being her gift.

To feel the warmth of his tongue gliding back and forth along her petals as he offered a brief, timid nod was not a part of the plan, but Starlit was perfectly fine with adapting her plans along the way...and she wasn't going to look the other way at such an obedient, handsome crux.

"You are just determined to make me go all out on you, aren't you?" she asked, her exasperation leading to a second, firmer spank with the crop, but still one that Proxy could easily handle. "Fine then...if you really want me to do my worst, just remember that you asked for this..."

Some part of Proxy was worried that there was another level to Starlit's cruelty.

He knew it was there, but he'd never experienced the kind of wrath that she'd given to others who had earned it. He remained on the right side of that fence, and her affection for him kept him from knowing the depths of what she could really do, but in this instance, she was allowing her professionalism to slip, just slightly.

She was often a 'business before pleasure' dominatrix, but in those rare moments when she allowed them to mingle, the chromatophores shifted one last time, revealing a lighter, soothing shade of red...the very look of passion and affection illuminated her form as she tapped the leather end of the crop against his backside in a series of rapid, firmer strikes, before shifting to the other cheek.

"Get to work, Proxy. It's not every day that someone's kind enough to serve you breakfast in bed," she pointed out. "The least you could do is eat it already."

The fluff at the end of her tail was already draped over the top of his head, right between his ears, but it only had a moment to settle before it picked up in an obvious swish of delight: being given such permission, his tongue went right to work on gliding back and forth along the soft, delicious petals of her entrance.

She knew he was keeping his own tease at bay, refusing to give her a single clue of when that tongue would push up in a subtle act of penetration, but she wouldn't allow that distraction to keep her from making the most of their morning.

Keeping a rapid, tapping pace with the riding crop was more than the tease it seemed to be, and Proxy knew it, but there was still a building, distant soreness in the cheeks of his crump as Starlit worked his flesh.

Thanks to that, he almost missed the way that she skillfully arched her back, lowering her posture just enough to capture the tip of his cock in a quick, teasing kiss. Billowy, vulpine lips opened around the warm, twitching morsel and worked it further back over her tongue, until she'd reached the very base of that shaft.

It was a matter of skill, rather than ease, that finally left her nose against the very edge of his sack, and a genuine act of passion that left her to so rapidly bob her head on the warm, smooth flesh, milking another dribble of precum with the intensity of every pass that followed.

After a whole morning of being teased, Starlit wouldn't have blamed Proxy in the least for pouring the warmth of his cum right down her throat, but when she started to feel that familiar, heavier pulse in his shaft, she revealed that she always had one more trick up her sleeve.

THWACK! The full force of the crop finally brandished against his ass, forcing him to yelp into the amorous heat of her nether lips.

There was something almost canine about the way he whimpered into her flesh, and the flat of his tongue brushing just against the sensitive nub of her clit would have been enough to drive her to take Proxy over the edge with her...

... If it had been any other day.

"Mmmn..._mllm..._ahh...g-good... good boy ," she whispered, as her tentacles eased his legs back to the bed and her mound lifted up, away from the eager reach of his tongue. "Giving me just what I wanted for Valentine's Day...I just knew I could count on you for that."

The sheer volume of warm, slick juices that spilled from the cleft of her sex left Proxy to wonder if he'd pushed her over that edge, but she was as brilliant at tormenting his mind as she was his body; he knew better than to ask, knowing that she'd leave him to wonder about his performance.

What he didn't know, and certainly didn't expect, was that she'd immediately start binding his legs to the bedposts again, as she made her way back to the far end of the bed.

"I...u-uhm...n-not to sound untoward, but what are you doing, exactly?"

"Tying you up again."

His entire body thrashed for a moment, and a fresh spurt of precum leapt from the tip of his cock as she made short work of one leg, moving quickly to the other with little more than a giggle.

"Far be it for me to make demands of you, but... why , exactly?"

"Because I feel like it, and you look really cute all tied up like this," she answered, simply enough. "Besides, I could really use a shower, thanks to you..."

Proxy didn't realize just how much he'd leaked upon her breasts, but he could feel the plentiful juices of her arousal still staining his lips, even after she climbed down, over the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry, Proxy...I'll be back before you know it."

"Pardon me for doubting that."

His snappy response was met with a knowing giggle. "You know I don't leave things unfinished, cutie...and after you gave me such a wonderful gift, you really think I'd leave you there all day without giving you yours?"

For a moment, Proxy genuinely forgot that Starlit had turned him into her own, personal gift.

He was flattered by that reminder...and genuinely nervous to know what her gift to him would be.