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Bondage and Discipline 4) Fondled

Master Barry laughed, and asked Mistress Ferret to take his place holding me. Maybe a stronger furr would have been insulted a shy female could hold him, but Mistress and the Badger were there. I've been held by Rats and Gerbils shorter than I am, freefurs holding a slave. I had been tamed over a year ago, and reminded often of my place; it was unusual to be standing before the class instead of kneeling.

And Mistress Lynx came back to fondle me; she wasn't as shy as Mistress Ferret. Maybe it was a matter of pride as Mistress had the class say the body part names as Master Barry and Mistresses Ferret and Lynx felt me. And then the whole class was around me again, grabbing and pulling and pinching a bit. Several freefurs rubbed and squeezed my butt, and I started to get hot again.

Somefur gripped my sheath below where my cock showed, and another put a leather band around the base of my balls. It was tight enough to pull on my sensitive flesh but loose enough to let some blood flow. Then a second band looped between my foxballs and around my knot. Master Badger hooked a claw through that band below my cock and pulled.

It didn't actually hurt, but it pulled my balls and the base of my cock. I followed, and the whole class laughed at me as he led me around the room. Then Mistress clipped a leash to my ball leather and asked Mistress Ferret to lead me around. She had me, quite liter- ally, by the balls!

I'd been ball-bound at Mistress Monica's Palace of Pain and Pleasure where I'd been tamed and trained, and led around naked with a leash, but this was the first time I was led around by the balls! I'd flushed crimson without any fur for all to see as I was bound, and again as I was led. But I submitted as the slave I was, and the pull was gentle on my balls; the leather rubbed very slightly on my knot and sheath in a most definitely erotic way.

I don't believe any fur slave could have resisted its effect. My cock leapt to its twenty-centimeter full length, three-and-a-half- centimeter width, and three-centimeter thickness. My knot expanded to twice my width, and I started groaning. I flushed crimson yet again as I knew, helplessly bound as I was, I was being forced to feel pleasure, and erotic need; and I was going to cum, with no hope of self-control!

I was forced to show my base animality to the whole class; my tail thrashed wildly as it always did when I was trying to hold back, trying to resist, trying not to reveal the extent of my help- lessness. I tried and failed as usual to resist giving in to the intense pleasure, the uncontrollable joy when the world stops and my hot foxseed geysers forth, my self-control and self-respect ripped from me by such a simple thing as a few strips of leather!

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Mistress and the freefurs weren't finished humiliating the slave fox yet. Master Badger grabbed my rump in both paws and pushed me down to the floor, to force me to lick up the mess I'd made. I was still mindless from the heat and wouldn't have fought him anyway. I said I'd learned to take any pleasure offered before it was taken away, and I'd learned quickly from sucking the guards at Mistress Monica's that cum tasted good to us ball-broken slaves.

The salty foxcum disappeared down my throat easily, and I was already on my knees before the class. I wanted to thank Master Barry for playing with me, and the only way I could remember at the time was to lick his Badgercock. It was unusual that he'd told me his name and that of his Ferret girlfriend, and as a slave I wanted to please her and show her she didn't have to be shy with me.

I didn't care they were younger than me; sub-adult or no, they were freefurs I was trained to obey and please. I begged to tell Mis- tress of my need to submit; Master Barry and Mistress Ferret were among the oldest classfurs, so as the anatomy class period ended at the chime, my owner's wife asked them to stay for a while. Freefurs snickered as they left, as I was sure they'd ask later about the extra-credit assignment.

I'd let myself get distracted by the pleasure earlier, angered a freefur, and been whipped for it. I was highly motivated as property to balance Mistress's anger with my submission. After all, it *was* an anatomy class, and I'd revealed my anatomy to the whole class! Now I revealed Master Barry's anatomy, and he didn't need to use my ears as reins to force me to service him.

He'd done things to his family's Mouse slaves, of both genders; and he'd been affectionate with Mistress Ferret. My owner's wife and his property had seen males' parts before, including Badgers; so none of the four furrs was upset as I crawled and knelt at Master Barry's feet.

One of the ways to degrade a furr learning slavery is to rename his or her body parts. Freefurs have hands and feet but slaves are just beasts so they have front and back paws, or forepaws and hindpaws. But it's common for everyfur to refer to freefurs' hands as paws too. It's a bit confusing not to use just one word for each thing; and all the slaves are whipped frequently for forgetting the difference. It's also common to call the covering 'fur' and the sentient being a 'furr'.

My forepaws were still chained in front of me as I knelt to Master Barry; he ordered me to lick and I obeyed. He asked Mistress Ferret to come over and she stood beside him as I licked their feet. Mistress stood aside and watched her husband's property perform.

I knew what Master Barry wanted, and I used my teeth very carefully to unzip his short trousers. Then I nuzzled his crotch, inhaling his strong male scent as he opened himself to my tongue. His sweat tasted strong and male too, and made the slave todd dizzy as I began the anatomy lesson.

My beast snout blocked the view of his Badgerhood as I closed my unfocused eyes and gave myself to the submissive pleasure. Wet eating sounds began as my long fox tongue snaked out of my snout around the large balls of the well-hung Badger, very gently licking their curves and wetting the fur of their sack. Master Badger groaned as his knees shook a little.

Mistress Ferret had forgotten her shyness; maybe it was just around furrs she didn't know. She got a bit impatient with me, and I was surprised at her strength as she pulled my face away from Badger balls. She grabbed me by the ears and stuffed my head under her dress. It was dark under there but I knew even before my trial what to nose around for.

I'd been slave-trained to please *any* freefur who wanted me so I followed her lead to enjoy her sweet female scent. She even let herself voice her enjoyment, and when the other freefurs turned to look, she giggled and shrugged her shoulders. Society teaches furrs to accept what a freefur does to a slave, and not stare.

When they turned away, she tucked a hand under the dress and skillfully pulled down her panties. She was still hidden by the heavy skirt part of the dress. But now she'd uncovered what she wanted the slave fox to lick ...

*

At this point I need to clarify some things. I'm owned by a male -- and he wants me to talk about everything I've been forced to do for freefurs' pleasure; especially the pain, beatings, harsh treatment and humiliation, so he can do them all to me again and again. My auction price included paying society for my crimes and Mistress Monica for training me; so now I only owe him for buying me.

He told me not to write down his name, his wife's name, or their species. Of course I've obeyed; I'm his property now. Tech- nically, he can use the possessive when referring to me, such as "my slave" but I can't do the reverse -- he's not "my owner" because I can't own anything. I use a "reflexive possessive" to show I'm the property, the word 'an as in "my'an Owner". He's let me be a little sloppy in this writing.

Punishing slaves for not using "'an" is just one more way to degrade us. *My'an* Owner isn't that interested in what I did to please Mistresses Ferret and Lynx; just that I *did* beg to please them, and obeyed and submitted to their commands.

Clarifying some words, 'serve' means doing what I'm trained, not just waiting for a command; 'obey' means doing what a Free Furr commands; 'submit' means doing it quickly without resisting. So the three words are closely related but not the same. Master likes to force, degrade and humiliate me, to find a way to frustrate me or make commands conflict so I'll hesitate or resist.

Because then he's allowed by Law to strike me, beat me, hurt me. He really seems to enjoy my screams of pain, and the Slave Laws that hold me give him that right as a whim; he doesn't really need a reason, just my resistance gives him the right to punish me. I know he does it on purpose as part of my Slavery; and it's difficult to obey completely, because Master commands his slave fox to resist!

If I obey his direct command, I have to say "No, Master" to pretend I'm showing resistance. Then he can punish me and he does, to force me to obey his other commands. I know it's like a game, and I'm sure by now he knows I'm just acting, not really resisting. If I really did resist him, he'd be allowed to hurt me much more.

The Laws of Sylvester were named after the One Furr who broke the chains of the universal fur slavery. He was killed by the evil Humans who held us all before the Great Awakening. His Laws know that some furrs have submissive fursonalities, others dominant ones; that "all Furrs are treated as equal in the Law, endowed by their nature with rights that cannot be taken away ..."

So I'm only a slave because I broke laws and hurt somefur, so I hurt furr society. My rights to Life, Liberty and Happiness can't be denied by law, just bounded by otherfurs' rights. I'm Owned only to make me pay Master back for his payment of my debts.

So it's Wrong under Law for him to actually kill me, or break my bones, or mark me permanently. He would become slave himself if he broke Law. Only Court Furrs can mark me Slave, and their deputies can only brand me a certain way, and put a ring in my nose. Mistress Monica and a few of the guards in Mistress Monica's Palace of Pleasure and Pain were Court Furrs, there to protect my rights under Law.

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So I was 'serving' Master Badger and Mistress Ferret; I didn't need to wait for their commands, but knew what they wanted when they pushed me down or guided my ears. Mistress Ferret knew what she wanted to force the slave todd to do although she wasn't used to actually being licked between her legs; and she was quite startled when I drank her pleasure!

I finished quickly and cringed at her feet: had I angered a Freefur?! It was quite a relief when my'an Owner's wife told the frightened sextoy that Mistress Ferret wasn't angry, just startled. It relaxed her too, she didn't know I'd respond that way. Remember she'd commanded her parents' slaves, but she was a bit young for actual sex, even from a slave's tongue.

Master Badger hadn't been startled by my licking his balls, and Mistress Ferret *had* pulled my tongue away without his permis- sion. He decided I was done with her legs but not his, so he poked my butt with a foot and grunted. I knew what he wanted and returned to my place at his feet.

His balls were still wet from my work, and my snout was wet from servicing Mistress Ferret. I licked her juices off and continued where I left off. I was very careful with his Badger scent filling my nose; my eyes had closed again and my tongue guided me to his sack.

I licked Master Badger from back to front, along the ridge between his balls. His groin fur tickled my nose, but I was used to it, and moaned very softly to show him how much the weakened todd enjoyed his submission and being allowed to show it.

Sure, I was being obsequious; I'm a slave. I had been forced to love Mistresses Wolverine and Monica in the House of Pain and Pleasure, and even to enjoy sucking the guards to protect myself from their anger. I'd started to enjoy the submissive pleasure, knowing my skills had been bought by lots of pain.

Then I was auctioned, and Master keeps my skills sharp with frequent tests. He'd tested my submission and skill that very morning, and Mistress was testing me by showing me to the class. I was getting a little dizzy because I hold my breath when I lick males; their power affects me so much!

It's hard to believe that before my arrest I was strong enough myself to make slaves moan and beg like this!

*

I was honestly enjoying being allowed to lick Badger, because it showed he knew he could trust me with his hope to have cubs someday. Before this, males always forced my mouth open with a ring; they'd whip me bloody and screaming if I dared use my sharp teeth. I only needed that punishment once.

Master has used the whip, mostly to remind me he has the right to hurt slaves. My introduction to his home was much crueler; but he knows it and this writing is for his entertainment. He plans to sell copies to his friends, and I'm totally willing to pay him back this way.

By the Treaties of Oraska a slave can't be held legally res- ponsible for a free fur's actions; but no free fur can do anything that would make a slave responsible either. So they can't put a company in a slave's name and then break the law doing business, to trick the law into punishing the slave.

All my business assets were placed in trust at my trial as soon as I was declared slave. Master can't touch the money I saved even to pay him back; but at the end of my five-year sentence he can demand the money from a newly-freed slave. But any interest or divi- dends from business *must* go to him in payment.

Remember I was made slave only to force me to pay furr society back for my crimes. One of the ways I can pay Master for paying the credit and legal bills as well as for my feed and kennel is to serve freefurs for money. Now that I truly enjoy licking and sucking, my talented tongue is quite useful, and the sexy pointy fox snout pleases both males one way and females another way.

So my owner's wife was mad in the anatomy class when I forgot to stop playing with myself, because it was free. She knows foxes like lots of sex, and she had them bind my balls and lead me around to hurt me a little, give the class something to talk about. She knew the sub- adults weren't used to using slaves for sex, they'd talk about it, and Master would get some free publicity.

She knew the Badger and Ferret families too; sure there were lots of each species, and some would feel sad they were left out of the sex show; so they'd talk with her to get time with me and give Master money. Not for *my* benefit, it's just like paying to rent a tool. That's all I am now, a slave tool. Hmmm, Tim the Tool Fox.