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Deep Conditioning

Chapter Fifteen,

© Cederwyn Whitefurr

12th June, 2019

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Rosie flagged her tail, gazing at Stephen with a look of love and trust, her head tilted slightly to the side.

“This will, it will be a little awkward love, so come with me, please?” Stephen asked, as he rose, then rolled up the towel and walked towards his bedroom.

Obediently, Rosie followed, her cloven hooves muffled by the thick carpet. Watching him, Rosie saw him drop the towel into the clothes hamper, before he caressed her neck lovingly and led her into the bedroom.

Here, he lay down and pet the bed, Rosie climbing onto it, then laying herself against him, so she could nuzzle and lick his throat.

“What do you need Stephen?” Rosie asked, her tail thudding against the bed, eager and willing to please her beloved owner.

Placing his hand gently on her, Stephen knelt on the bed, before he moved back, then lay with his head down near her teats. Gently, he lifted her hind leg up, and wriggled against her, before Rosie figured out what he was trying to do, before she squirmed a little, her nose brushing Stephen's limp penis, his nose touching her labial folds.

“Good girl, that's it - “ Stephen chuckled, feeling Rosie's slow, even breaths, her warm udder pressed to his throat, before he used two fingers to playfully spread apart her folds.

Rosie squealed, unable to help herself, as Stephen's tongue began lapping and exploring, finding the sensitive clitoris and flickering over it. Squirming helplessly, Rosie's mind fell away, as she become enraptured by the sensations and the pleasures her lover was giving her.

“You're - “ Stephen paused for a moment, kissing here here, there, that other place – as Rosie squealed again and trembled in happiness and rising arousal. “So deliciously warm and the taste of you...”

*

Her tail flagging wildly, Rosie squirmed as Stephen orally pleasured her for over two and a half hours – bringing the young doe multiple orgasms, until Rosie's body was soaked through with sweat, her breathing rough and panting.

Finally, he paused to catch his breath, then he lovingly caressed her pale belly, sighing in pleasure and Rosie took it on herself, to lick tentatively at Stephen's half erect penis, her sensual tongue swishing over its length then around it.

“Oh - “ Steven grunted, as he bucked against Rosie, making her pull her head back then snort, as a spurt of Stephen's pre-ejaculate spattered over her nose and muzzle.

Using her long tongue, Rosie cleaned it off, surprised and her muzzle slightly creasing, as truthfully, she didn't really enjoy pleasing him this way, but her compulsion come down hard on her and she closed her eyes.

Carefully, she lowered her head, feeling her cheeks billowing, as she took his entire length into her muzzle, her tongue pressed firmly against the underside of his member, as she began a careful suckling. It swiftly firmed and she lifted her head into a slightly better position, never once breaking contact, as she brought him to full erection, his penis rubbing against the bony ridges at the top of her muzzle every time she lifted her head, then lowered it back down.

“Rosie, you...” Stephen panted. “you don't have to do - “

Rosie blinked, before she closed her eyes again and resumed her affectionate pleasuring of her owner, her tail flagging happily as she swallowed the saliva that accumulated in her mouth.

Quickly, her training and imprinting brought Stephen to a quick, powerful orgasm – Rosie's eyes widening as she pressed her pale lips down, throat muscles working hard as she swallowed the bitter, salty semen – a few drops leaking from her muzzle and sliding back towards the base of his penis.

Rosie's mind was overwhelmed, she had not expected such a quick response sexually – nor such a strong, powerful orgasm from him. Her thoughts wandered, as she accessed her imprinted memories, but a part of her never relent, until she had swallowed the last of the bitter sperm, and licked him clean from root to stem before she lifted her head and coughed once, swallowing again.

“How...how do you - “ Stephen gasped, as he rolled away, then righted himself, moving back against Rosie, tucking her left front and hind legs over his shoulders and hips, then pressing against her warm furred body.

“I do not fully understand - “ Rosie whispered, as she swallowed again, her salivary glands still working overtime. “A part of me knows it's, well, wrong is the incorrect word, but its...”

“Unnatural - “ Stephen helped her, as he lovingly caressed her cheek, gazing into her dark, soulful eyes. “it is unnatural love, a sweet, beautiful doe like you, shouldn't be – compelled – to do sexual things, alien and strange to her, you understand that, don't you?”

“I - “ Rosie blinked, then she frowned, her confusion evident in her expression.

With a sigh, Stephen cuddled her gently, resting her head on his shoulder, as he stroked her back.

“Rosie, if you were a wild, feral doe – sure, say, I adopted you as a fawn, I raised you by hand, domesticated you -”

Rosie nodded slightly, her eyes closing as she listened to her owners calm voice.

“You might, when you were old enough, say – four or five, a full grown adult, you might consent to letting me mate with you, like how a stag mates with a doe – except a lot more gentle, like how we usually make love, do you understand?”

Rosie nodded again.

“Kindness, gentleness, carefully and patiently – is how we would make love. Id' never – ever – demand, or even ask, you to do what you just did! Sure, if you were curious – most Whitetail are born that way, with an insatiable curiosity – I'd let you explore at your own way and in your own time. At most, I might mate with you, gently, stroke and caress your udder, if you were willing – nuzzle at your beautiful teats...”

Rosie frowned, listening to him, before she waited until he paused, before she spoke quietly.

“Stephen? I am – not a wild doe, domesticated or otherwise! I'm...a – a - “

Rosie struggled for the right words, her body quivering with frustration.

“You're a doe, in every way that it matters my love,” Stephen smiled, caressing her back gently. “That's all that matters to me.”

“I'm – confused, a part of me is – compelled – to obey, given thoughts, memories and instructions, on – things – I do not understand! How can I – some of the impulses, they frighten and hurt me, if I try to do them, to please you.”

“Then please, promise me, you'll never do anything, that causes you pain, my dear, beloved doe.”

“I...I can not override the compulsion, so I can not promise - “ Rosie sniffled. “To disobey, causes one such as me terrible pain and suffering. We are – made – to do as we're imprinted, we have no...”

“Free will?” Stephen asked, before he moved away, then sat up, sitting cross legged on the bed and caressing Rosie's cheeks and ears soothingly. “That's not entirely true love, Palen - “

Rosie's ear flickered, and there was a moment of fright on her muzzle, before it was gone, a look Stephen didn't fail to notice, but kept quiet about it.

“Rosie, honey, please – listen to me!” Stephen told her, holding he head in his hands.

Rosie looked into his eyes, her ears back swept as she quivered again, but obediently listened to him.

“Palen's – “ Stephen thought for a moment, then changed subjects. “That compulsion, control, whatever it is, they done to you both, at that Laboratory – its wrong honey, so, so wrong! I'm ashamed, and hurt, that I ordered the deep conditioning on you both, you shouldn't have had that forced on your minds – even minds that were, as Palen explained – empty and devoid of thought, apart from the base instincts.”

Stephen pondered, as he idly stroked Rosie's wet, sweaty ears. “He broke that conditioning, I don't know how – truly I don't, he's weak, hurting something terrible, and confused and upset – but he's free – do you understand me love? He's free of the compulsion to obey, to pleasure me sexually – however I desired, just with an order! This is what I crave most for you both, your ability to gain free will – to tell me no, to do what you both choose. If you wish to make love with me, I want it to be of your own decision, not – forced into it, because of some deep conditioning on your minds, that suppresses your will and commands you, like some robot.”

“I – don't understand - “ Rosie whimpered, her brow furrowed as she flattened her ears. “Do you not love me master? Do I not please you, is there something I can do to help, to make you happy with me?”

Stephen gazed into Rosie's eyes, hearing the world 'master' in her voice, knowing it wasn't really Rosie who spoke, but the thing that had been so deeply imprinted on this young Doe's mind, Stephen despaired of breaking its hold over her...

To Be Continued...