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Saturday morning. Six am. I woke up right on the dot. As the years pushed on I found myself getting up earlier and earlier. A noticeable grey had sprouted in my once bright orange muzzle. This fox's better days weren't so distant, but still looked at with a warm nostalgia. I had graduated to coffee, just like my father. I knew I was getting old when I found myself making a pot every morning. Youthful energy had evaded for quite a while, so this had to substitute. I liked having a routine. Today: Wake up, Make coffee, Get dressed, and Go to library. I did just that.

I walked through the front door and was immediately greeted by the smell of books. I already had a newspaper tucked under my arm. Like always I stopped at the information desk and greeted Angie, the petite fennec with the piercings in her ear. At first glance you'd guess she's the punk-rock, rebellious type, and you'd be wrong. She was always such a sweetie, very respectful. Probably the daughter of someone I faintly knew in high school.

"Why, hello sir. Can I help you with anything?" she said as if to sarcastically convey an air of maturity.

"Well miss, could you possibly help me find a book on communication?"

"Hmm," she said like she was giving it some serious thought. "What kind of communication?"

"I'm trying to figure out what the hell you youngsters are always talking about." I said with a smirk.

She laughed and said "Mr. Tucker you crack me up. You're not that old."

"Not that old, but old enough." I retorted.

"Fair 'nuff. Happy reading."

"You too Hun." I said and turned to find my usual spot. There were plenty tables and chairs, but I preferred the comfort of the old furniture. They had couches and matching chairs arranged in squares with small coffee tables in the middle that had stacks of dated magazines perched at the corners. The library was usually devoid of life this early, not counting Angie and me, but on that day there was a mare with a stack of books that displaced the wrinkled copies of Time. I was apprehensive to join her, but I had already committed to that direction.

The grey horse sported a short skirt that threatened to reveal a bit of personal space if she didn't have her legs crossed. She also sported a black top with cutely drawn skull and crossbones on the front. Both articles of clothing were a deep black that matched the spots that freckled her chest and face. The top hugged her thin body making the small straps that rested on the sides of her shoulders useless. Even her hair was jet-black and was long enough to cover half her face.

I sat in my usual place, in a chair directly across from the mare. I rustled open my newspaper and read some rant about how fast food is drowning out the local restaurants. I couldn't help but wonder what the horse was so eager to get here and read about so I peeked ever so slightly from the side of the paper at the stack on the table. Quantum mechanics, French, Photography, even a book on color theory.

"Trying to learn everything in one day?" I piped up, letting the top half of my paper fall.

"Hmm?" She said, looking up. "Oh, haa, no. I just...I don't know." She blushed. "I picked up everything I thought was interesting."

"You think quantum mechanics is interesting?" I said.

"Well, um, interesting in a mysterious sort of way I guess." She giggled.

She had been sitting sideways in the chair with her feet dangling off the arm, but now she turned towards me with a finger holding her place in the book she was reading before I interrupted.

"I'm Cadence, by the way."

"Cadence? Such a pretty name to compliment a pretty face." She blushed at my comment. "Why cover it up?"

"Um, well, that's just my style I guess."

"My name is Rob. It's a pleasure to meet you Cadence." I glanced down for just a second and noticed a hint of something lurking below the skirt. It could have been anything, so I let it go.

"Rob?" she chuckled. "Like Rob Zombie?"

"Who?" I said.

"Sorry, never mind. I take it you prefer the daily print to books?"

"I occasionally read a book, but I like it here because it's quiet. I have to say, I'm shocked to see someone so young at the library this time of day."

"I just graduated," She said, whipping her hair out of the way for just a moment. "I've been cooped up at the house for so long, I had to get out."

"Understandable." I said.

"But," She yawned loudly. "You're right, it's early. I could use some caffeine."

"Do you like coffee?"

"Oh, I love coffee. Do you want to go get some with me?'

"Really?" I asked a little surprised at the mare's inquisition.

"Yeah, you seem like good company."

I smiled at her phrasing. "Good company."

"I'd like that."

"Well come on! I know a great place within walking distance of here."

So we left, but not before checking out her stack of books. She carried them out with the stack hanging in her limp arms as if they were really heavy. Cadence walked across the grass right in front of a "KEEP OFF GRASS" sign to her car, which was a small foreign model whose purple paint sparkled in the morning sun.

"I hate to ask this since we just met in a library, but you can read, right?" I said gesturing to the sign.

She just said "Senseless rules don't need to be followed." I couldn't agree more.

Cadence decided we were walking too slowly for her so she grabbed my paw and started skipping down the side walk. Her black slip-ons making hollow pats on the concrete. I awkwardly walked, trying to keep up with her pace.

"You don't rush a lot, do you?" She asked.

"Never liked to. I think you miss out on too much when you rush things."

"I suppose. Like what, what are we missing here?"

I looked around for a moment and took a deep breath.

"I don't know how much time you spend on these sidewalks," I started. "But if you spend as much time as I do, you'll notice that cadence of the seasons. It's about this time of year that the greens look greener since they've been dormant for so long. Everything is radiant with the rebirth that spring delivered. There is so much living going on around us, we tend to just ignore it."

"That is...too true. I mean I walk by so much without even a glance at what is actually happening." She laughed. "I think I should thank you."

"For what?" I smiled.

"I feel like you told me a secret or something, I don't know."

"Well, I'm always happy to share."

We continued down the path at a much more relaxed pace. She wrapped herself around my arm and leaned her head on my shoulder. It seemed a little bold, but I wasn't going to fight it. It was quiet and peaceful. At least until I heard the jingle of a storefront door opening followed by the words "Hey, faggot!"

I stopped. My brain was instantly on fire. My paws clenched into fists and I tried to think very carefully about what might happen if I had turned around. While my anger was cooking I hadn't realized that Cadence had let go and turned around. I turned a little and noticed something shiny in her hand. I didn't know what it was until she flipped it out revealing a sharp blade. It was a butterfly knife.

"Try something." She said through clenched teeth. "I dare you."

"You know Cadence, you might not be a bitch, but you sure do act like one." He laughed and retreated back into the Comic Book store.

Cadence took a step forward, but I grabbed her shoulder. "Stop." I said almost at a whisper. She looked back at me, still angry, but suddenly something in her eyes softened.

"I-I'm sorry you had to, um, see that." She sniffled and her voice cracked like she was about to cry. I wrapped myself around her and gently braced her head against my chest while I rested my head atop hers.

"Shhh," I soothed. "It's ok."

We walked in silence, Cadence once again holding my arm. You could smell the coffee before you saw where it was coming from. It was a quaint little café like one you might expect on the streets of Paris. A few furs sat on the patio making small talk and sipping steaming cups of coffee.

I held the door open for her and noticed that despite the small crowed that lingered, there wasn't a line. We walked right up to the counter and ordered. Cadence got something called an iced caramel macchiato. I was almost overwhelmed by all the choices, but I didn't want to squander the opportunity to try something new. I decided to try a mochacino something.

We sat at a small table, no doubt only meant for a pair of coffees and maybe some whatever small portions of food they served. Cadence's eyes looked a little puffy, even in the dim light. I told her to go to the bathroom an splash some cold water on her face. She nodded and hopped off the tall chair. I was a little curious as to what bathroom she might choose, but wasn't surprised when she turned into the women's.

She joined me again at the table and I felt compelled to say "I think you wear it very well. I mean it's very convincing."

She blushed and lowered her head like she was trying to hide behind her bangs. "Thank you." She said shyly.

"Do you dress up every day or just occasionally?" I said, wanting to make a conversation of this.

"Every day. I hardly have any boy's clothes."

"How do your parents feel about that?"

"Well my parents split up when I was, like, 6. That's when my older sisters started playing dress up with me. I liked it. It made me feel special. My mom is...well, she's an alcoholic. A functioning alcoholic, I think is what they're called. She doesn't really care what I do. I mean I could disappear for a few days and she probably wouldn't notice."

I was a little breath-taken from all her honesty. She kept spilling out these intimate details about her life until the coffee sank below the ice in her cup and disappeared.

"Can I get you a refill?" I stopped her.

"Um, sure. But make this one decaf, please. I don't want to be wired."

I returned with refills for the both of us and she continued to tell me her likes, dislikes, kinks, turn-ons, etc. My ears perked up when she said sometimes she fantasized about being tied up. I laughed and said "Really? You?"

She blushed and continued "Yeah, I just like the idea of giving up control. We try to control so much in our lives it would be nice to just let go and have someone else deal with it."

"I like the way you think." I said, smiling. It had been long since I'd broken anyone in. I still had a small stash of restraints from the glory days. Cadence caught me reminiscing. She giggled.

"You must know what I'm talking about. You're over there daydreaming."

"I'm sorry. Yes, it's true, but I haven't done anything like that for quite some time."

"That's a shame, a charmer like you, all alone." She said, biting her lower lip.

"Oh, I do just fine by myself." I didn't mean anything by that, but as the words left me I realized it might sound like a reference to masturbation. Cadence laughed so I think that's how she took it.

"Please, go on." She said.

"I didn't mean it like that."

"Well do you have a partner, er, a significant other?"

"I never really thought I'd settle down. I guess I was right."

"No one? No one at all to keep you company?" She asked incredulously. "Oh, I couldn't live like that."

"It's not so bad. I try to keep busy."

"Doing what?"

"Well," I thought for a moment. "I don't live to far from here, so I can walk just about everywhere."

"Really? Could we go there? Your place, I mean."

"Are you sure? I'm practically a stranger."

"Yeah, but you're a nice stranger. Despite the fact you haven't offered me candy yet."

"I got you coffee." I said.

"Ha, close enough."

We had been at the café for a while. It was almost lunchtime. We headed back to the library where she gave me a ride in her small car. I had to slide the seat all the way back and even then it wasn't quite enough for comfort. We pulled into the small suburb that I had inhabited for most of my adult life. It was a small place. A nice little borough for a fox like me.

I swung the front door open letting her brave the whirl of cool air that flooded out and she walked ahead of me as I flicked the lights on.

"Make yourself at home." I said as we sat in the living room.

"It's nice, but quiet." She giggled.

"That's the way I like it." I said solemnly.

A few seconds passed before a deep guttural noise echoed through the room. I laughed and said "Hungry?"

"Goodness," She blushed. "Well it is that time of day."

"Can I get you anything, a sandwich maybe?"

"That would be great. I'm starving."

I led her to the kitchen where she sat at a chair next to the island in the middle of the room.

"What would you like here at chez moi?" I asked.

"Hmm, do you have peanut butter and jelly by chance?"

"That I do. Excellent choice Madame."

I made her the sandwich and we continued to chat about life, love, and literature.

"I guess I've never had a real relationship." She said with a hand to her lips to conceal a full mouth.

"Why's that?"

She swallowed and continued with "Well all the guy's I've known have been total assholes who don't know how to treat a lady right."

"You have to admit your situation is...complicated." I said.

"True, but manners and morals shouldn't be dependent on the gender I identify with."

"Of course. Can I get you anything else?"

"No, thank you. That was good."

We fell back to the living room to continue our talk, but before we sat down I had to excuse myself to the bathroom. When I came back Cadence was sitting on the couch with a set of silver handcuffs, one locked around her wrist. She looked up at me sheepishly.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know what I was thinking."

"You're too curious for your own good." I chuckled. "I'm sure I have the keys around here somewhere."

I looked in the drawers of the coffee table where she had discovered it and couldn't find them.

"They must be in the basement." I said. I walked down the hall and went down a set of stairs concealed by a door. I reached the bottom and instinctively felt for the light switch. The fluorescents buzzed to life revealing what could be described as my own personal dungeon.

There was the bed, which had a steel frame and was bolted to the ground. There were plenty of hooks to hang from the ceiling and rings screwed into the concrete, in case I wanted to make sure my pet stayed put. Lots of shiny, chrome-plated chain arranged neatly in rolls. I'm sure I had a box lying around somewhere that was full of padlocks. I also had a workbench that stored tools and toys alike.

As I searched the workbench I heard a creak from the wooden stairs.

"I'll be right up." I said. "I think I know where it is."

I turned to find Cadence at the bottom of the stairs with wide eyes and slightly opened mouth.

"You really are too curious." I said, trying not to show embarrassment.

"Is this...all yours?" She finally spit out.

"Well this is my house."

"Huh, kinky." She said, still in awe. "You're a lot more adventurous than I pegged you to be."

"Always happy to surprise." I said, smiling a little.

She looked over my shoulder as I continued to open the loose drawers and rustle the contents in search for the key. I pulled some out and gestured for her hand. Thankfully, they worked. I looked away for just a second and I heard the clinking of the locking mech and felt the tightness around my wrist. She had handcuffed us together. She looked up to me with a playful smile. I picked Cadence up by her hips and set her on the workbench as she giggled. I unlocked the cuffs again and said "What am I going to do with you?"

"That's a good question." She said. Then she kissed me right on the muzzle.

I was shocked, but for a moment I wanted so much to just give in. Cadence draped her arms around my shoulders and blushed.

"That's not what I had in mind." I said.

"Well what do you have in mind?" She whispered.

I glanced at the handcuffs that were still dangling from her wrist. "Nothing involving this." I said, taking her hand and unlocking the device again.

"Please!" She pleaded. "Just this once. I've never tried anything like this before." She hugged me tight and I melted beneath her touch.

"Exactly. You don't know what you're getting into."

"Oh, come on. I'm a big girl!" I laughed at her attempt to convince me with the phrase "big girl".

I rubbed my eyes and sighed. "It gets rough. I mean, that's the point."

"Ok, that's all?" She said, giving away a little excitement.

"You have to do exactly what I tell you. I can't promise this isn't going to hurt."

"Yes master." She smiled.

"That's what I like to hear. Now up." I commanded.

Cadence obediently hopped off the workbench. I took her hands and fastened the handcuffs tightly. Then I led her to the hooks in the ceiling. With my arm below her tail, I hoisted her up and with my paw I guided the chain between the perverted bracelets onto the hook. She hung far enough from the floor that she had to stand on her tippy toes. Then came the hardest part: the waiting. I rolled from the corner a boom box and flipped it on. It blasted white noise and synth noises that were supposed to make someone more agreeable. Her eyes sealed shut and she mouthed something that I could barely hear over my demented music.

Back upstairs I napped on the couch. I always did this before so I was fully rested. This could drag on for quite a while. Years ago when I did this quite regularly I learned to like the trash that spewed from my black box of submission. I missed the nights when I could only be lulled to sleep by official sound track of sexual torment.

I woke some hours later to a silence throughout the house. I stretched and went back downstairs to check on my pet. She hung limp on the hook, which must've painful. I picked her up enough to release her from it and let her drop to the floor. She woke, dazed and disoriented.

"You wanted this." I whispered. "How are you, my dear?" I said loudly to get her attention.

She rubbed her eyes and slurred "I-I'm good master."

"That's good. I'm glad to hear that. Are you ready to play?"

"Yes master." She said almost monotone.

I let her off the hook and walked over to the workbench and returned with a small box that I kept for all my pets.

"Can you stand up for me, Cadence?"

"I-I don't think so."

"No!" I barked, startling her. "You will stand up."

"Yes master." She stood and wobbled, bracing against the wall until she felt her equilibrium balance.

"Now Cadence, I want you to take your skirt off." I said, wanting to be as clear as possible. I didn't want to have to punish her, at least not any more than I was going to.

She slid the short skirt down to her ankles and waited for my next command. I knelt and peeled back her grey and black striped panties and watched her soft dick adjust to the new room. I set the box down and flipped off the lid. I removed a small cage-like chastity device and matching ring. I unlocked the shiny tube and fastened the ring around the tip of her cock. The tube slid over her penis and the ring and locked around her testicles.

"What's this master?" She said gazing down.

"This old thing? You might get tempted. I'd hate for you to ruin my fun."

After everything was locked into place I rose above the half-naked mare.

"I want you to remove my pants, dear."

"Yes master." She said as she kneeled where I was moments before. She slipped my belts out of its loops and set it aside. Then the mare unbuttoned my pants and tugged them down to my ankles.

"Very good Cadence." I stepped out of them and kicked them aside. "Now for the boxers." We repeated the process until I stood nude with my limp foxhood dangling in front of her face.

"You're very curious about my cock, aren't you?" I suggested.

"I am master." She said.

"Well don't be shy. Explore a little."

She touched the tip and stroked it a little. Blood flowed downhill and slowly engorged my member. She even smelled it a little. I contracted my muscles to make it move slightly towards her. It accidentally brushed her lips and she puckered and licked them a little.

"Go on." I said. "Give it a little kiss."

The feeling of her lips against the tip sent a tingling sensation throughout my body. My cock jumped a little again, filling up with more blood. She kissed again, then licked, and finally sucked. But just the tip. It stood proudly and pointed her right in the muzzle.

"Please your master, Cadence."

Without missing a beat she took on the thick slab in her maw and sucked. She was very good to it, but it was my job to push her, at least a little.

"Tsk tsk. You're a big girl, remember? You can do better than that."

She removed it and took a deep breath. "Yes master." She said obediently.

She took it back and sucked harder, deeper. I looked down on her and murred pleasantly.

"Cadence could you hand me that box please?" I gestured to the box I had gotten my toys out of. She did so without removing me. I was so proud of her. As my cock traced a line of pre from the tip of her tongue to the back of her throat I pulled the last item from the box, a remote. It was just a thin black rectangle with a green button and a red one.

I pressed the green button and a small red light turned on and the ring vibrated to life. Cadence hummed for a second and stopped.

"Cadence, did I say you could stop?"

She didn't say anything. She just continued to suck me off. I watched her intently as she swallowed my dick deep within the wet passage. It's always so easy to just finish. Spray her down and be done with her, but that is where the fun hid; drawing it out until you can't stand it. I pressed the green button twice and the vibration intensified. She closed her eyes and gripped the cage in an attempt to jerk off.

"Oh no sweetie. You do as you're told, and I haven't told you you can do that. This is why we have these things." I sighed. I pulled away and she reluctantly sucked on.

"That's a good girl." I said. Then I led her to the bed where I removed the handcuffs. On the edge of the bed, she rubbed her wrists for a moment before stroking my cock a little. I placed my paw just below her chin and directed her attention up at me.

"I know you just want to please your master, and you will. Don't worry."

She nodded, her eyes seemingly staring through me. I kissed her, and then realized that was the first time I had actually shown affection for her.

"Cadence," I said with my authoritative voice. "Present yourself to me."

"Yes master." She smiled, as if this is what she wanted all along.

She crawled further onto the bed and I stood to judge her performance. She laid flat on her stomach and arched her back to stretch out and get comfortable. Then she raised her ass and wagged her tail. I pawed the warm rump and drew my cock up across her balls past her perinium and rested at the edge of her tailhole. I pressed the green button a few more times before entering.

Cadence moaned, begged and pleaded for me to take the device off. I continued to hump and told her that she would just have to be an obedient pet and maybe I would take it off. She whined and buried her face in the sheets as I buried my cock in her tight tailhole. The orifice produced copious amounts of liquid to combat the friction my thick member presented.

I noticed a spot of spooge collected on the sheets while the mare kept twisting the cage slightly to get some kind of stimulation.

"If you don't stop fiddling with it, I'm going to have to put the handcuffs on again."

"I'm sorry master." She said, biting her lower lip. "I can't help it."

I took her hands and attached chrome bracelets again, but this time behind her back. Then just for fun I pressed the green button again. She moaned "Master, I'm so full. I'm going to burst." She squirmed, but I liked a little fight. I leaned harder into Cadence to subdue her. I reached around and felt her cock pulse through the gaps of the device. As soon as a wet drop spit into my paw I pushed my index finger into the front and blocked the path of the semen. Her face scrunched up and she let out little whimpers and shrieks that drove me crazy.

I felt like I had gone easy on her so in the home stretch I went balls deep. I plowed letting her abused tailhole take as much as I could give. I spilled foxy seed into her bowels and drained my testicles. As much as I was humping, I felt like I couldn't get rid of it fast enough. Finally the last few drops leaked and fell to rest on Cadence's sore ass.

"Thank you master." She said.

"You're very welcome." I said practically out of breath.

"Does this mean I'm yours now?" She asked.

"That's precisely what it means." I said, delighted at her question.

She whispered as she closed her eyes and smiled. "Good."