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It's common knowledge that the most unexpected people hide their deepest secrets and desires, sometimes dark or just quite embarrassing. While the metaphorical skeleton closets might change the view of the person, often ignorance is bliss. But in some cases, even the ugliest truth doesn't look that horrifying after first glance.

The Mayor's office wasn't like before when the most beloved authority went away for some kind of tournament, leaving their loyal and wise protégé behind. Isabelle, the most popular and the only Shin Tzu in The Village, tried her best to tidy this place up and prevent any kind of riot or unrest in the area.

But the villagers loved her deeply, even if sometimes out of fear. Behind that smile, a just beast was hidden who never did anything cruel out of spite, but only to teach a lesson, like, for example, cleaning someone's foul mouth with a bar of soap, after being verbally rude.

"Oh... that's the spot... don't stop..."

Currently and officially on the break, Isabelle was relaxing in the office under dimmed lights and behind closed curtains in the windows. The yellow-coated canine was sitting on the desk without her usual attire, completely exposed out of any clothing or shame. Her perfectly average-sized breasts moved ever so slightly, after each push of her love partner.

The feline head now between the thick thighs, moved slowly up and down after each lick, tasting the deep pink petals of the Shin Tzu, being completely at her mercy. After all, the long, leather leash attached to his collar wasn't just for decoration. Aside from this item, he also didn't have any other pieces of garments.

It was rather strange, that between her broad legs was none other but Raymond, a rather smug and not well-liked cat in this village, but considering the other options, there couldn't be any other choice. And Isabelle was delighted with that.

While trying to break an Egyptian cat girl Ankha would be an amazing and intriguing challenge, it would be proven impossible due to her nature. Even physically defeated, she would be still too proud to submit, and Isabelle wouldn't find fun in that.

On the other hand, treating raccoon Nook like the piece of garbage that he probably is would be an ironic justice, he was also quite appalling and just straight-up unattractive. That's why she eventually ended up with Raymond. Even if people sooner or later find out about them, people will not object to it at all.

"Careful there with your fangs, pet. I already warned you once. You don't want me to repeat myself, don't you?" The female canine pulled on the leash, tightening the collar around his neck, choking him briefly. But he didn't object to such harsh treatment, always wanting to submit to his beloved crush.

"O-of course, mistress. It was the last time, I promise!" The steamed-up glasses went down his sweaty nose before he put them back in place. It was rather obvious that the cat felt nervous in this situation, wanting to be the perfect little slave. The day when he finally could taste her delicious and moist flower was the best of his life. Not like he disliked being her subject.

Isabelle pulled on the leash for the final time, before wrapping its end around her fingers, keeping her naked subject in place. While Raymond had a lot to learn, it was still rather enjoyable, having someone to lick her pussy lips. And she was ready for the next step. She smirked, looking down at him.

"Add two of your fingers, kitten. Hop to it, we don't have much time today. I still need to finish my reports." Even in rather spicy situations like this, she was still loyal to her position, not wanting to disappoint the Mayor during his sudden absence. The canine girl groaned with a smile, feeling his fingers down her moist, tight tunnel.

Raymond explored her warm, fleshy depths, not forgetting about pleasuring her with his rough, feline tongue. He was fulfilling yet another one of his dreams, feeling such intimate parts of his mistress' perfect, divine body. He sucked gently on the clit, now rigid and twitching with anticipation, completely revealed out of its hood.

Isabelle curled her fingers on the edge of the desk, still with a leash in her hand, while massaging the cat's thigh with one of her feet, still reminding him who was under her sole. She was getting closer and closer to her climax, despite his lack of proper experience. But absolutely no one would deny his burning passion.

"Mmm... that's right... continue and add another finger but in the other hole this time, pet." She couldn't help herself but grin after that last demand, wanting to see his reaction. The canine girl was quite surprised, suddenly feeling something prodding against her tighter entrance, making her gasp, before biting on her lower lip.

Raymond would listen to her every order, not having any second thoughts about them, wanting to fulfill every single one. When her thighs closed around his head, a wide smug appeared on his face, knowing that she was getting close. Even as a pet, she didn't lose his usual demeanor.

With one hand penetrating her pussy and massaging the rather bumpy inner walls, with another one he gently teased Isabelle's asshole, although not forgetting about her fleshy 'pearl', just above the lips, silently begging for more attention. Feeling her trembling legs on both sides of his cheeks, he added the final touch, sucking hard on the hard clit, accidentally grazing it with his sharp fangs.

Shin Tzu screamed, not used to a such powerful mix of different feelings at the same time, finally squirting out her feminine juices out her quivering, tiniest hole right onto Raymond's face and glasses, shivering violently while holding onto the desk with her shaking hands.

She took a few deep breaths, making her sizeable bosom go up and down after each one. That small sting of pain was something Isabelle didn't desire, even strictly forbidden it, but somehow deeply enjoyed it. But still, it was an obvious act of disobedience and her pet had to pay for it, without exception.

"Was it good, my mistress? Will you reward little Raymond, m'am?" The cat looked up at the canine, with deep hope in his eyes. If he was a dog, he would probably wag his tail like crazy, extending his tongue as well, yapping happily.

Isabelle changed her position, now taking a seat at the edge of the desk, looking deeply into his eyes, tightening the grip on the leash. He could see burning fires in her eyes, lit with cold rage instead of passionate love. Raymond knew that perfectly since it wasn't the first time he saw those. A large drop of sweat traveled down his forehead.

"You did well, my pet. But if I wanted my fricking clit to be chewed down like a piece of candy, I would cover it with peanut butter and ask K. K. Slider. I told you multiple times to watch your fangs, but you didn't listen. Bad, bad kitten." While her words didn't seem to be menacing, in Raymond's ears they were even worse. After all, Isabelle never shouted, but her cold whispers could freeze any heart.

He started seeing various kinds of punishments in his imagination, from simple whipping to pegging. Although he would probably enjoy both of those and Isabelle knew that. Raymond looked up again at his mistress, seeing something she wouldn't ever expect.

She smiled.

"Don't worry, it happens. You still did a great job. Why don't you take a seat and enjoy yourself? Mama Isabelle will take care of you." She giggled, grinning wide and genuinely. It felt like a trap, but he couldn't know that.

Raymond looked at the seat she pointed at. It was nothing more than a rather simple swivel chair, standing on three large wheels. Not sensing anything sinister incoming towards him, he stood up and walked up to it, still surprised by the sudden change in her mood.

"Come on, we don't have the whole day, pet." She pulled on the leather strap, tightening his choker. Now he knew it wouldn't be pretty, but it was the risk he was willing to take. The almost completely naked cat took a seat, getting comfortable when the quite cool material was massaging his buttocks.

"Before we proceed, I need to put this on you." She said sternly, taking a piece of black cloth from her drawer. Raymond smirked, not being against that kind of play at all. Maybe it wasn't a trap after all? He thought.

"Of course, mistress. I understand. Um... do you remember our safeword? Sorry for reminding, it's just..." he asked, still having some second thoughts. But at least there was a way to stop all of this if things would get too dangerous or unpleasant for him.

"Of course, dear pet." She replied, taking off his glasses and wrapping the blindfold around his temples, entirely blocking his view. But he had enough time to glance at her bountiful and perfect breasts for the last time. He felt her firm hands grasping his and placing them on each arm of the chair. Suddenly, he felt something tightening around them, locking them in place.

"What's going on? Are you strapping me down? I like it. So... degenerate..." a wide, perverted smile appeared on his lips, expecting nothing less but some kind of kinky reward for being such an amazing and obedient pet. But Isabelle had other plans in her mind.

The canine assistant of the absent Mayor dressed un in latex and tight clothing, including a black corset, dark sleeves, and long, shining boots. She considered for a while if she should remain topless for this little event but finally decided to cover her bosom with the final piece of the costume as well. She didn't care what will other villagers think, but still, she had to be at least somewhat decent.

"Mistress? Are you there?"

From the drawer, Isabelle took a small device, a battery-powered trimmer. Nothing too powerful, but it should do the job perfectly. The canine girl stood behind the chair, looking down at the current, slightly frightened cat. His tail waved around, scanning his surroundings with it since he was immobile.

"It's a surprise, dear pet. But we can't do it here. Let me help you out." She chuckled, before opening the doors, inviting sunrays inside the dark office, seeing the nearby town square for now abandoned, but she knew they will get enough audience with time. Raymond kept wiggling on the chair, while Isabelle pushed it towards the opened door, ending up outside.

"I think I can hear other villagers. I thought we were supposed to have fun with only two of us. Did something change, mistress?" He asked, with each passing second getting more and more nervous. Her silence didn't help him at all. But after a few long moments which felt like an eternity to him, they eventually arrived.

Isabelle thought for a while if she should prepare some kind of speech for others, but it wasn't her intention to completely humiliate him. It wouldn't be that fun in her mind, not being cruel to even the worst kinds of people. Besides, she enjoyed their time together, but sometimes he had to know his place. And what wouldn't be better but a proper punishment?

"Remember when I said that I don't hold any grudge after you used your sharp fangs on my intimate and vulnerable parts? Well, that was a small lie, pet. But don't worry, I didn't prepare anything horrible for you. But it will leave you a reminder for quite some time before it will grow back..."

Grow back? His mind was now full of many nervous thoughts, not understanding what she was currently implying. Raymond truly hoped it didn't mean his member, now lying limp and unsatisfied on his lap. As if Isabelle read his mind, she only chuckled, patting his head.

"Oh, don't be silly. I didn't mean anything that bad. Your plaything is safe, as well as your tail. Come on, you're reading too many stories. But there's something much better and less invasive that will remind you how to behave between my legs."

Before she continued, the cat could fear gasps and whispers of other villagers he couldn't see for now. Indeed, the animals were currently watching what was happening in their beloved Town Square, not even trying to interrupt their authority. Some of them thought it was just some kind of show. Even if not, nobody would dare to stop the cold gazed Shin Tzu.

"Wait a minute. Cockatrice! Cockatrice!" Sweating heavily, he repeated the safeword they both agreed on before their fun time. Isabelle only chuckled, forgetting about their deal for now, even if it was a huge mistake. She rubbed his blonde hair on top of his forehead, twirling its end with her fingers.

"Oh, Raymond. That's not the safeword we chose. I'm afraid I will have to ignore it and continue. By the way, I love how you pronounce the word 'cock'. So amusing." She said, playing with the trimmer in her hands. Not wanting to prolong it any further, Isabelle eventually began his punishment.

Buzzzzzzz.

An ominous filled the air with a sound that resembled the rage-filled hum of the hornets. He felt strange vibration near his ear, causing him to sweat visibly. His heart skipped a beat, even if it wasn't a tool of torture, but a simple device usually placed in the hands of a pleasant barber. But Isabelle wasn't one of them.

"Hear that? That's the sound of my disappointment. I'm not doing this because I hate you or because I want to humiliate you out of spite and cruelty. I'm doing this because of my love for both of us and our little agreement. When you stopped listening to my requests, it broke my heart. But after I'm done with you, every time you'll look in the mirror it will force you to remember your duty to me. Now, sit still."

Her voice while often soothing and music to his ears now could freeze the blood in his veins. And the vibrating hum of the razor didn't help that at all. He felt goosebumps all over his skin, right to the top of his ears. He had no idea how to stop his madness but slowly admitted to himself that it was all his fault.

He unconsciously shuddered, feeling the ends of the blaring trimmer so close to his temple, somehow hoping it will cut through his blindfold. But on the other hand, he probably didn't want to watch his humiliation in front of the others, who were too scared to intervene. Raymond could only stand still and pray.

ZZZOOOM!

The business feline lost his breath, when a pale blond fleece brushed against his trembling cheek, traveling down his naked shoulder and down onto his thigh, tickling his skin along the way. His face lost a lot of colors, after losing something so precious to him. After all, he cared about his hairstyle, treating every piece equally and with deep, unconditional love.

Isabelle grinned wide, seeing his reaction. While it wasn't anything pleasurable, seeing him shake in fear, she was at least sure that this punishment will be stuck in his mind, making him not repeat any silly mistakes. She continued, her eyes fixated on his scalp, chuckling to herself.

WRRRRRRRR!

Raymond hold onto the arms of the chair tightly, even if he was already strapped to it. The unforgiving, devilishly fast razors went deep into his hair, cutting and trimming everything in their reach, leaving nothing but the sad reminder of a perfectly nursed mane. This time, longer and wider clips of blonde hair flew down his face, briefly touching his nose like it was saying its last goodbye to its former owner.

They also traveled down his figure, tickling the already-hardened nipples and eventually stopping at his stomach area. The lumps of his precious and truly beloved hair were slowly forming nearby his semi-hard shaft. He couldn't believe, how this treatment was making him even remotely excited.

"Oh my gosh. Are you enjoying it? If that's the way you like it, then it would be cruel to me to stop this, am I right?" Isabelly broadly smiled, keeping the trimmer running close to his head. Raymond could feel hundreds of tiny claws, snapping and gnawing the air with thunderous speed, ravenous for more of the fodder. The one he still had on his scalp.

"Cockatrice. Come on, I remember what we agreed on. It took me ages to grow such a magnificent hairstyle. And I know have to do it from the scratch..." he whined quietly, but somehow already accepting his fate. What's done is done after all. But still, it didn't stop him from trembling in fear.

"Tsk tsk. That's not it, dear. Now, what about trimming it from the other side, so it matches the already cut parts perfectly, shall we?" She placed the sharply cutting razors on the back of his head, slowly sinking into his scalp and getting dangerously close to the golden locks of the shivering, defeated cat.

SSSSSSSHHHHHH!

Raymond couldn't stop himself to scream helplessly, in his imagination seeing his completely bald head, which wasn't exactly true, since it wasn't Isabelle's real intention. A so-called buzzcut, yes. But never anything that cruel.

The trimmer's serrated ends made more blond clipping along their way, dancing from the back of his head, towards one of his temples. The small pile of hair ended up right above his nose, tickling it mercilessly. He suddenly sneezed, making them fall onto his pubic bone, fitting there perfectly.

"I guess it's your natural color then..." she chuckled, staring at his groin, enjoying the view. The trimmings clumped more on his skin, piling up with each passing while. He silently begged his mistress to stop, knowing that his words would only make his situation worse. Isabelle continued after an ominous glint appeared in one of her eyes.

If he only had a mirror and his eyes weren't obstructed by a piece of cloth, he would probably gaze in horror, at how his hairstyle was not utterly destroyed. Both sides of it were almost completely bold, being deeply cut almost right to the scalp. While ignorance is bliss, he preferred to quickly rip off that bandage.

BUZZZZZZZ! SSSSSHHHHH!

Raymond could feel it in his nerves and a spine itself, not only the terrifying sounds but the jolts of electricity as well. Isabelle mercilessly hacked into his hair, trimming it even further, cutting it little by little. The shears rained down onto his legs and toes like the feathers of fallen angels. He promised himself to never cry in any circumstance, but he somehow did a great job so far, not making any of his tears go down his cheeks. But his eyes were already moist.

The canine mistress stood before him, watching him closely with the raging cutter in her hand, like she just created a masterpiece, with one big flaw just above the forehead. She wasn't finished just yet, but what she was done so far gave her a rather fuzzy feeling in her belly. Despite promising herself not feeling any happiness while punishing his pet.

He could feel the air before he fill with extremely dangerous chimes as if thousands of tiny predators were floating at his nose, ready to attack. His heart raced, knowing it was not over yet, praying in his thoughts for this lunacy to be finally over. And his wishes were eventually fulfilled, just not at that very moment.

NYEEEEE!

The trimmer finally struck, although sinking into already empty parts of his scalp, barely touching the last locks of his once-perfect hairstyle. Raymond saw this as a play of cat and mouse. But he wasn't entertained by this at all, almost getting annoyed.

NYEEEEE!

The metal beast returned from the back of his head to the other side, but still only gently touching the last reminders of the blonde hair, sweeping through the empty fields. The cat almost wanted to just stand up, take the razor and do her job himself. But could only sit there and wait.

NYEEEE! BUZZZZZZ!

Finally, the incredibly sharp ends cut through the tufts, not leaving anything behind. Mercilessly destroying everything in its path, treating everything equally, and just doing its job. Isabelle didn't enjoy the last part, remembering why she was doing this, somewhat regretting she did it with many unnecessary witnesses near Town Square.

The shears tickled his cheeks and collar bones, eventually jumping down onto the ground onto an already-formed pile of their defeated friends. All this strange and unusual sensation made his shaft stand proudly, hungry for attention. But this time, Isabelle didn't comment on that, although noticing it. She finally turned off the trimmer, looking at the perfectly done buzzcut on his head. The blonde stumps were still clearly visible.

"Let's go back to the office. We're done here."

*****

The long cloud of steam coming out of the mug filled with hot chocolate was such a soothing sight. The smell of delicious beverage and warmth on the palms of his paws were making him feel better as well. Still completely naked, he was sitting on a normal chair, since the swivel one gave him enough trauma for today.

"So, mistress... what was the safeword then?"

Isabelle was in the middle of stripping out of her latex suit, giving him a most anticipating sight. Now inside the dimly lighted office once again, they wouldn't be bothered by anyone else. He thought she will just change into her usual attire, but apparently, she already had other plans in her mind.

Now topless, she looked deeply into his eyes, while her sizeable bosom was hanging quite close to his chest. He almost felt her hardened nipples against his skin. Raymond always found her divinely beautiful.

"Cockatrice. That was the word."

The canine girl straightened up, returning to her removal of tight pieces of clothing. Raymond's thoughts raced in his mind, not understanding why she didn't listen to him. But he was more than ready to forgive, knowing that she had her reasons. Or at least he hoped for them.

"I know ignoring the safeword is one of the biggest mistakes in a relationship. I have no excuse for such behavior. Yes, I was angry with you because you also ignored my warnings. But it's not enough for stopping this when you wanted to. For that, I apologize to you. And I swear it will not happen again. And I want to make it up to you. If you wish to continue, of course."

Raymond sat there, flabbergasted. He couldn't believe what he was hearing right now. Once a proud and a bit cold woman, now apologetic and warm. He looks inside his mug, the bittersweet scent attacking his nostrils. He took a sip, enjoying the taste.

"You're silent. I understand. I'll just dress up then..." she sighed, going towards the pile of her formal clothing. She heard a sound of a mug, placed on the desk. His hand firmly wrapped around her arm. She turned around, looking at his sad smile. And down below...

"Even after all this, you're still excited?" She smiled, sighing in relief. Isabelle teased his now raging and hard cock with her fingers, ticking the ballsack below it. She knew what would be the best treatment for him. After all, as his mistress she had to realize what kind of desires her pet had, to motivate him appropriately.

"Just this once. But if you're good enough, maybe someday we will repeat it. Now don't hold back and..." she thought deeply after this, wondering if she will not spoil her dear subject. But she dismissed it, smiling genuinely. "And you can finish inside me."

Raymond stood up, taking a small bottle of lube from the drawer. Even if his mistress didn't tell him to take it, he still felt unconditional love and respect toward Isabelle. Although the recent event hurt him deeply, he still felt it was all for the right cause.

She bends over the desk, raising her rump for him, exposing the nethers. The feline gently applied cooling oil inside her asshole, coating the inner walls with care, then covered his still-raging and incredibly hard shaft with the same lubricant as well.

The female canine chuckled at the tickling sensation, ready for anything. It felt like a holiday, for both her and Raymond. So perhaps a such cruel punishment wasn't so bad then? He thought, guiding his sizeable, thick cock towards her tight hole.

He was already familiar with that orifice, but every time he felt it, it excited him even deeper, spreading a warm, fuzzy feeling through his feminine figure. The cat touched the entrance with a fleshy, deeply red tip when Isabelle started to lose her patience.

"Enough of that, pet. Ravage me like a ravenous beast. Destroy my ass and claim it as its own. Do I have to teach you everything?" Her usual demeanor towards him suddenly returned, now being the firm and harsh mistress as usual. And it was the main reason why Raymond loved and respected her so much.

With one simple but determined thrust, he went deep into her narrow, unusually hot tunnel. He placed his hands on both of her plump buttocks for support, panting and groaning quietly, enjoying himself. Even this very morning he wouldn't believe what would happen in the afternoon. In his wildest dreams, he wouldn't dominate his mistress so ruthlessly.

His thighs made resonating, loud sounds hitting against her ass with each of his thrusts. Raymond massaged her from the inside, making sure to reach the deepest spots in her lower body. He felt an intoxicating smell coming out of her moist pussy, coming straight toward his flared nostrils. The scent alone made him crave more but was content with what he had.

Isabelle's moans filled his ears with delight, forcing his heart to beat harder for her, pumping blood towards his demanding shaft, now throbbing even harder, spreading her inner walls mercilessly. She used her muscles to wrap around the sizeable cock, trying to milk all of the masculine juices.

Raymond couldn't help himself, but prepare himself for the upcoming climax. His fingers sank into her rump, kneading the flesh below, while his motions quickened noticeably. He wheezed loudly, sweating hard out of his forehead, letting drops splash on the wooden floor.

"That's right, pet. Let it all out. Give it to me..." she murmured, bracing for impact. Finally, after a long while he moaned as well, locking himself inside her ass, and with each powerful throb of his veiny and rigid shaft, he shot lots of potent, sticky, and hot cum.

He collapsed onto her body, panting deeply and trying to catch his breath. Isabelle turned over, embracing him, hugging him warmly, and looking into his eyes, smiling.

"You know, this new haircut of yours gives you a rather menacing look. I love it..."

Raymond chuckled, forgetting about this whole situation. And all was good once again.