{"sf1_id":1338715,"sf2_id":"yndJx3ve","title":"Bondage and Discipline 03","author":"KevinFoxboy","words":2644,"posted_at":"2018-05-30T23:24:00.000Z","tags":["Aircar","Anatomy class","Assets","Badger","Balls","Bondage","Chain","Cuffs","Fantasy","Ferret","Fox","Hobble","Legal slavery","Lynx","Naked","Punishment","Series","Sex toy","Shaving","Sheath","Training","Wolf","anton","beating","master","mistress","paddle","tamed","whip"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1338715-bondage-and-discipline-03","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/s/yndJx3ve","image_url":"https://cdn.sofurryfiles.com/submissions/thumbnails/39/0d/390dc108-3eba-49b4-884b-4c57c2c46dbd","description":"#3 of BnD\n\nChapter 3 of another fantasy legal-slavery society from the slave's point of view.\n(c) 2009 Kevin Foxboy, all rights reserved.","content":"\u0026nbsp;\u0026nbsp;Bondage and Discipline\u0026nbsp; 3) Owned\n\n\u0026nbsp;Master demands I write of my training to please him, so he   \ncan test me and force my submission. I've been his sex toy for a few   \ndays, licking and sucking and obeying. But I'm part of his household   \nproperty now, and he's at work, and his wife Mistress wants to try me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I didn't name any of the freefurs in this story except Mistress   \nMonica; that's because they never told me and I've only heard one   \nguard's name. It never mattered which guard it was; I had to obey and   \npleasure every one of them. But Anton Wolf started fooling around with   \nthe merchandise, even licked their chained bodies! He didn't act like   \nan all-powerful commanding guard, and he disappeared suddenly one day.\n\n\u0026nbsp;That's another cautionary note in this story -- don't be Anton.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress wants me to please her. Of course I'll obey. I started   \nby kneeling three meters from her feet so she could see my naked body.  \nAnd I do mean very naked; I'd never worn real clothes in my entire   \ntraining. And a punishment at Mistress Monica's Palace of Pain and   \nPleasure was to be shaved, all the fur on a slave's entire body! So   \nMaster had done it to me, just because he had the right as my owner.\n\n\u0026nbsp;He liked seeing my naked skin, helpless now in slave chains.   \nMistress looked me over curiously; sure she'd seen naked slaves before,   \nand used them harshly. But they still had the fur covering, while it   \nwould be months before mine grew back. Mistress was a high school   \nteacher in anatomy class, and she'd wanted a slave to model. Master   \nhad bought me to indulge his own appetites, and he did frequently.   \nI was sore from his enthusiasm that morning, and it hurt to walk.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress was satisfied, and tossed me a rough cloth tunic.   \nIt was ... clothing! She ordered me to put it on, cover my chest   \nand hips. My arms, shoulders, back, and legs were exposed, but my   \nbushy tail went down my butt and curved under to hide my assets.   \nI'd been showing them to everyfur for the year of my training,   \nand to Master and Mistress, so I was confused about what the tunic   \nwas for. I didn't dare ask; she'd tell me if she wanted me to know.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Then she told me to hobble myself, a quarter-meter chain   \nclipped to my ankle cuffs, then to cross my wrists behind my back,   \nabove my tail, and let her clip them together. I obeyed without   \nthinking, pleasing her with my submission. I no longer needed to   \nbe locked in chains. Then she clipped a chain leash to my slave   \ncollar and tossed a blanket over me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress led her slave down to the spare aircar and unlocked   \nit. She didn't order me in, so I bent around her to open the driver   \ndoor. She liked my skill with chained paws, left the door open, and   \nmarched me around back to put me in the boot. It never crossed my   \nmind to resist. Then I was closed in darkness.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The aircar started, lifted, and tossed me around awhile. When   \nthe boot opened, Mistress ordered me out; she never thought once about   \nhelping a struggling slave with his paws chained behind his back. I   \nsquirmed around, folding myself to heave my rear up and get my legs   \nout as a pair, put them on solid ground, and slide my torso and head   \nout.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Several freefurs gathered to watch my exercise. Everyfur knew   \nI was a slave because I'd broken the law, so my difficulty was part   \nof the punishment. None of them would bother to help. I could scent   \nthat Mistress was annoyed it took me so long, but she just gripped   \nthe leash and led me inside, to her classroom. I passed under the   \nchime for class start and it sounded loud; if I'd still had fur   \nI'd have jumped out of it.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;High school anatomy class meant the mixed-species-and-gender   \nclass were sub-adults. The males acted bored but teased the blanket   \nstanding beside their teacher. I was still covered, like a trophy   \nto be unveiled at a show. That's exactly what I was. Mistress   \nannounced her model and exposed me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I mean, she took off the blanket; I still had the tunic and   \nchains. I was quite used to being naked in public and displayed, so   \nthis was no embarrassment. But several freefurs seemed troubled; they   \nknew very well that males and females were built differently, and   \nthey'd all read books. But this was reality, and it'd soon be showing.\n\n\u0026nbsp;They all seemed a bit uncomfortable as Mistress pointed out   \nmy body parts. Now I knew why I'd been shaved; they'd all seen fur   \nbefore, but only a few had injuries that needed fur-shaving to get   \nto. For a furr, who'd been covered since birth, seeing skin was a   \nbit, well, more than risque. And soon they'd be seeing all of me.\n\n\u0026nbsp;They all acted a bit timid, even when Mistress told them to   \ncome up and, well, feel me to test their anatomic knowledge. When   \na female Lynx came up and lifted the tunic to get a peek, her hand   \nshook a little, so I said quietly, \"Does this slave body please   \nyou, Mistress?\"  \n\u0026nbsp;  \n\u0026nbsp;She actually yelped, dropped the tunic, and jumped back,   \nlike a little girl caught with her hand in the cookie jar. I fell   \nto my knees and begged her forgiveness. It just seemed the right   \nthing for a slave to do. Her hand had felt good on me. Mistress   \nclucked indulgently and reminded the class that slaves were forced   \nto allow freefurs to see and touch them, the Lynx wasn't in any   \ntrouble.\n\n\u0026nbsp;In fact, Mistress said she should command me; surely she'd   \nseen movies with slaves and seen how to treat them? The usual ones   \nsub-adults would see don't show our slave training but do show some   \nof the result; it's OK to show affectionate furrs hugging and cud-  \ndling, supporting and helping society. But actual sex as well as   \nviolence and pain and screaming isn't shown until they're several   \nyears older.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I've been adult over a year now, and I've suffered for my   \nfailures. I've learned pain and submission very clearly; all the   \nadult things I mentioned are an everyday occurrence for us slaves.   \nI've learned to enjoy a strong Mistress commanding my submission,   \ngiving in to her will. Sex is just an additional way to obey.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The Lynx saw me on my knees, chained and practically naked   \nsince the tunic was short. It did block her view, and she ordered   \nme to stand. The class continued, touching my body and feeling the   \nfox muscles grown strong from hard use. I like being felt, and   \nMistress warned me about responding. I swallowed in fear, and   \nducked my snout.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I spoke submissively to respond to her. \"With respect,   \nMistress, it's part of my anatomy.\" Mistress laughed very loud,   \nand said the class might be old enough to learn. After all, the   \nLynx lady had wanted to look at me. Mistress invited her to   \ntry again.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress Lynx answered my question to her; yes, she had   \nliked what she saw. I asked her to say the word and she seemed   \nuncomfortable again. She said quietly, \"Thigh.\" Mistress asked   \nher mildly if that was all and Mistress Lynx got embarrassed.   \nShe had trouble saying \"Upper thigh.\"\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;Mistress Lynx's hand felt good on my upper thigh, and I'd been   \ntrained to respond as the slave I am; no slave is allowed to hide it   \nby choice. I'm a fox, a kind of dog, and my tail was still curved   \nunder me; now the bushy thing was twitching and getting me hot. Slaves   \nare forced to display themselves to freefurs, so Mistress was being a   \nbit cruel denying me response.\n\n\u0026nbsp;My owner's wife brought me here to show my body, though, and   \nshe relented. She warned the class they'd see my assets, and anyfur   \ncould say if they weren't OK with it. The males wanted to tease me   \nfor my size, and the females were conflicted with reluctance and   \ninterest. They all saw my head, shoulders, and legs with hobbled   \nhindpaws; and I was told to turn and let them see my bare back and   \narms with wrists clipped together.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Then Mistress had a strong male in the class come hold my   \nupper arms to intimidate me; it was just for show since I'd long   \nsince lost the will to resist freefurs. She unclipped my wrists,   \nbrought my paws around front, and bound them again. I was nakedly   \nshown to everyfur when she pulled the tunic up from the back and   \npiled the cloth in my paws!\n\n\u0026nbsp;My tail slipped down my legs, hanging quietly. When the gasps   \nsubsided, Mistress picked up a paddle and used it on my bare butt,   \nmaking the cheeks bounce and turn pink for their entertainment. I   \nhad learned to enjoy Spank the Fox from Mistress Monica, the Tiglon,   \nwhen it wasn't a punishment. Then Mistress roughly spun me around   \nto expose my shaven balls and sheath!\n\n\u0026nbsp;I thought for a second I'd gone deaf, because everyfur stood   \nfrozen; I saw open mouths but heard nothing. Then they all started   \nbreathing again and I was glad Mistress and the male student held me,   \nbecause I felt weak with fear when the whole class surrounded me. I   \nwas being roughly poked and felt again, all over my naked chained   \nbody, so much I responded helplessly.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Yes, I was teased about my size. But I was scared of all the   \nstrange freefurs; and their roughness reminded me of the 'intake'   \nguards who'd terrified me into submission over a year ago. I was told   \nto bounce my balls in my own paws, and frankly that felt good and   \ncalmed me down. A good pawful, I've still got the self-respect to say.   \nI'm allowed to be proud of my training to obey and please freefurs.\n\n\u0026nbsp;And I caressed my sexy fox sheath with one paw while bouncing   \nmy balls with the other, making them all laugh with delight. Imagine   \nmaking a 150-centimeter tall fox play with himself in public! Ha, ha,   \nha! The obvious result was my cock sprang up like it was on a spring   \nand my knot got swollen. And I got all hot and missed Mistress's order   \nto stop!\n\n\u0026nbsp;Her slap was so hard it knocked me down. I knew better than   \nto get up, that wouldn't be submissive. I'd been slapped around while   \nchained, enough to know to fall back on my knees; and I knew enough   \nslave discipline to put my hindpaws pads up on the cold floor, spread   \nmy legs wide and hold my body straight. I put my head up, my snout   \nlevel, my eyes down. I put my chained forepaws pads up and rested   \nmy forearms on my upper thighs, the ones Mistress Lynx had seen   \nand touched.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I had displeased my owner's wife, and heard her uncoil a whip.   \nI knew it was time for another beating, knew not to fight a freefur.   \nI bent forward and put my chained forepaws out on the floor, left   \ncrossed over right, and bent my back as my chest went to the floor.  \nI was her slave, opening himself to her whip, submissive. Mistress   \nused her whip on her trembling, frightened property.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Most of the sub-adult freefurs hadn't seen a slave actually   \nwhipped; some had snuck a peek, and many had heard groans and muffled   \nscreams. But as I said, movies don't show actual violence until furrs   \nare adult. Mistress was cheating a bit, shocking the classfurs with   \nmy fur-shaved nudity and bare assets; now they saw the violence of a   \nbrief beating.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Oh, it was real, and it hurt! My screams and begging for mercy   \nwere quite genuine, not at all an act. Mistress gave me five blows and   \npulled me roughly to my knees. Everyfur saw my tears of pain, and heard   \nher say she beat me for disobeying her. I was obeying their orders to   \nfondle myself, but I let myself enjoy it. I begged again for mercy and   \nthanked her for her firm correction.\n\n\u0026nbsp;\\*\n\n\u0026nbsp;The anatomy class continued. My nudity showed the whipmarks   \nclearly. The common whip doesn't usually break the skin since a slave's   \nblood is just a mess to clean up; and Mistress had pulled the choke   \nband down to let the five blades spread out. It was like a strong   \nfurr's hand on my back, four fingers and a thumb, five rows of red   \nflesh to show the class.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The middle blade struck to the right of my spine and flowed to   \nthe left, hurting me but not breaking the bones. That punishment, to   \ncripple or kill a slave, was reserved for extreme disobedience. I'd   \nseen furrs shaven and crippled at Mistress Monica's, when a tigress   \nslave tried to fight and even used her claws! Other slaves had tried   \nto take advantage when all the guards fought. The guards won, of   \ncourse, and used the single whip on her.\n\n\u0026nbsp;The single-blade whip isn't a kindness, it puts all the force   \nin the same one leather with a metal claw. It's designed to rip flesh,   \ninflicting maximum pain and damage on a furr. The guards took turns   \nwith the tigress, each one raping her then beating her. It went on   \nand on for hours, ripping her open from chained elbows to thighs,   \nso much pain she couldn't scream anymore. When she finally died it   \nwas a mercy, ending her suffering.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I had already been tamed, and wasn't involved. But otherfurs   \nhad tried to fight the guards, and were forced to watch. None of them   \never fought freefurs again, and it was months before any offered even   \ntoken resistance to the most disgusting acts they were forced to   \nperform.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Back in the high-school anatomy class, I was in pain from the   \nbeating. It wasn't nearly as much as my first beating at Mistress   \nWolverine's paws, or my training beatings from her or the guards.   \nMistress Monica had never sullied her paws beating me herself.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I was still on my knees, open to the classfurs, the red whip   \nlines showing clearly on my fur-shaved naked back. I'd knelt to the   \nwhip without needing to be ordered, and Mistress showed mercy to her   \nslave. She even asked a rather shy ladyfur, Mistress Ferret, to come   \nup and use the discarded tunic to dry my tears. She did.\n\n\u0026nbsp;But the male Badger who'd held me before came back too, and   \ngripped my shoulders to warn me to stay still. Badgers dig for food,   \nso they're strong, and I didn't want Master Badger slapping my painful   \nback and shoulders as well as holding me there.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Actually, Master Barry Badger was bisexual, and it wasn't my   \nshoulders he was interested in holding. He liked Mistress Ferret too,   \nand that's not socially wrong even for sub-adults. Remember I said   \nit's OK to show affection.\n\n\u0026nbsp;Francine Ferret was shy, but she trusted Barry; and he was old   \nenough to handle the Mouse slaves his family owned for their bakery.   \nHe'd felt the females' breasts and held the males down, and squeezed   \ntheir butts to dominate them. Adult Mice are just over a meter tall,   \nand as slaves they stayed on their knees. It was easy for the young   \nBadger to hold them down and make them submit to his desires.\n\n\u0026nbsp;I was 150 centimeters tall but Master Barry still scared me.   \nWith my owner's wife watching, I had to let him feel my skin. I'd   \nbeen trained to take whatever pleasure was offered, from anyfur,   \nand I wanted his gentle but firm touch. He avoided my whipmarks, and   \ndespite my pain I started to respond again. I'm just a slave beast.\n\n  \n  \n\n","series":{"name":"BnD","previous":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1326377-bondage-and-discipline-2.json","next":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/1354136-bondage-and-discipline-04.json"}}