The Dungeon
And now what you've all been waiting for: the disclaimer! This story contains yiffy acts that may be hazardous for your health if you are against such things! If you think it might disgust you, are under legal age to view such stories, or are only here to intentionally be disgusted and go off complaining, I can't stop you, but if anything bad happens, don't blame me! Any legal problems that come to you over this for not being of legal age or whatever are your own fault as you have been warned to go away. Otherwise, read on.
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James flicked his tail nervously as he looked at the building in front of him. Glancing at the piece of paper he had used to write down the directions on how to get here, he made sure it was the right place. Called "The Dungeon", it was quite a simple name, but fitting. This building had been suggested for James to check out by a close friend of his. James, being submissive in nature, had had trouble finding a master for quite some time, and according to his friend, this was the best place to look. The Dungeon was an adult club specifically themed for doms and subs alike to meet up with each other and have fun.
James was a red fox, smaller then most, with a slender build. His orange color was much brighter then normal, which often made him stand out in crowds like a beacon. He wore a simple black T-shirt and loose jeans, as well as a black leather collar to signify himself as submissive. No use in dressing up for this - if he found a master, he doubted he'd be needing his clothes for too long anyway. He was bisexual, and wasn't worried about finding the 'right' master. Any dom would be fine with him, so long as they weren't too violent, anyway. Lightly brushing a paw over his headfur, he took a deep breath and entered the building.
After walking down a short hallway and opening another set of doors, James found himself in a somewhat dark, active room. Looking around, he found the room well organized into certain areas. On the opposite end of the room was the bar, where a few furs sat drinking, talking amongst themselves or looking around at the crowd. In front of the bar and well into the room were many tables, more then half of which were filled by groups, a few by solitary furs, possibly waiting for someone or new to the area themselves. Not too far off from the tables, against the right wall, stood some dance platforms. There, many different species were putting on dances, most dressed in little more then chains and collars, a few playing the other role, adorned in leather and holding whips or dragging a fur around by a leash. A few more pets owned by the building awaited their upcoming turns on the stage in cages behind the dance platforms, watched over by their masters who sat nearby at a table. Finally, to his right against the wall behind him, were curtained-off areas, offering a slightly more 'private' area to have some fun. Most were open and empty, but a couple of them were closed, sometimes showing movement as something brushed against the curtain. A hallway led off behind them to bathrooms and stairs, which he guessed led to private rooms for those that didn't like the idea of the curtained sections so close to the public.
Walking in, James ordered a drink at the bar, then chose an empty table near a corner of the room, sitting down and leaning back against his seat. He wasn't about to go randomly talking to furs he didn't know - he was way too shy for that. He tried to relax, calming his nerves a little and getting the feel of the place. Sipping his drink slowly, he watched a few of the furs dancing on the platforms and occasionally looking around the crowd, a light techno beat playing in the background.
An hour passed, and many furs had come and gone, but the scene was still as it had been when James had entered. He hadn't moved much, but he was sort of enjoying himself nonetheless. He occasionally got glances from a few furs due to his bright coloring, which had made him a little nervous, but he got used to it after a while. It had, however, kept him from noticing the fur a short distance off that had been watching him for quite a while. She smirked, licking her lips slightly. 'Mmm, he's a tasty looking one' she thought to herself. Shifting the bag strapped over her shoulder, she walked slowly up around the room behind him quietly.
"Hi there little one..." A voice said right behind James' ear, causing him to jump and spin his head around. There stood a gorgeous vixen, grinning slightly, then quickly coming around and sliding into a seat in front of him. She wore a tight black shirt that cut off under her chest, revealing her white bellyfur. Below that, she wore black cut off jeans that stopped just under her crotch. Her burnt-orange fur was rather dark, or at least it seemed that way in the current lighting, and a long, thick tail swayed from side to side seductively behind her. "You look like you could use some company." she finished.
"Uh, h-hello." James stuttered, scratching behind his head and trying to regain his composure. "I'm James."
The vixen smiled, leaning over the table slightly, the top of her furry breasts quite visible to James from that angle, and he couldn't help but glance at them. "I'm Ayla." she replied, flicking her tail behind her and murring softly. "So, little one, I assume that collar of yours means you're submissive..." she said, getting up again slowly and moving over to him, running a paw across his head softly. "Does that mean you would be willing to be the pet of a simple little vixen like me?" she finished, looking into his eyes with an expression of deceptive innocence.
James nervously looked up at her, motionless for a few seconds, whimpering lightly by accident as he felt his sheath already tightening behind his pants in excitement. He hadn't expected someone this sexy would come up to him! Flattening his ears against his head and looking downward in submission, he answered her. "Y-yes, of course, mistress!"
Ayla smiled, satisfied with the answer, and shifted her bag, starting to walk off towards the line of curtains against the back wall, stopping momentarily to look back over her shoulder. "Good, then follow me, my pet..." she said, smirking, then continuing off towards her selected spot, swaying her hips from side to side, causing her rump to swish alluringly, enticing James even more, and quickly getting him up off his seat, hurrying after his mistress.
Ayla led James into one of the areas closest to the tables, shutting the curtains behind them and tying it closed to the bar on the side. Inside it was pretty spacious, housing a few objects of interest, such as a long foam cushion, a comfortable looking chair, and various bars protruding from the ceiling to lock someone to if one wished to do so. In a corner were a pile of wrapped items, such as sheets and towels. Ayla set her bag down next to the chair, unzipping it, but keeping it closed. Turning back around, James watched as she slowly slipped her shirt over her head, revealing her ample breasts, which lightly bounced as they were freed. Throwing it off next to her bag, she started unzipping her jeans, then looking over at James, giving a mildly ungratified yet slightly amused expression. "Well don't you think you're a bit overdressed for your mistress, pet?" This caused James to jump again, slightly yelping as he quickly removed his shirt from over his head. "I'm Sorry mistress, please forgive me!" he whined, removing his pants as well, leaving him in nothing but his collar, revealing the bit of pink poking out past his sheath.
Ayla grinned, sitting down lightly in the chair, and getting comfortable. "Well, pet, if you can make it up in other ways, I might forgive you." She said, then glaring slyly at James. "Otherwise, you'll have to be punished. Do you understand?" James nodded in reply. "Yes mistress, of course."
"Good boy, now, crawl to me, I want you to pleasure me with your tongue. And remember, please me, or you'll be punished." Ayla commanded, laying back into the chair, and spreading her legs. James nodded in submission, getting on all fours and crawling over to her. She stroked his head softly, scratching him behind the ears as his muzzle positioned itself outside of her mound. Flicking his tail softly behind him, he slowly moved his tongue against the outside of her cunt, licking up its lips strongly a few times. Ayla murred softly in response, urging him onward with her paw against his head. Taking the hint, he pushed his snout against her, sinking his tongue deeply into her, eliciting a quiet moan from her as his tongue ran against her inner walls. Lapping deeply into her, he tasted her fluids, running his tongue strongly against her insides. Ayla closed her eyes in pleasure as James continued the work, ensuring to run his tongue against her clit when drawing his tongue back out.
James continued probing deeply into his mistress for a while, flicking his tongue around with increasing speed as he went. Ayla moaned softly as her pleasure slowly rose, rubbing her breasts around in her paws softly as her pet continued his work. After a few rapid licks, James thrust his tongue as far as he could into her, and then started murring deeply, vibrating it inside of her. Ayla gasped suddenly, letting out a loud moan at the vibrations, pushing herself forward into James' snout. He continued murring as deeply as he could, running his tongue slowly in circles inside of her, pausing on her clit for a few seconds with each rotation. Ayla panted, slowly closing in on climax as her pet's tongue vibrated around her. James began moving his tongue quickly, rapidly flicking it in and out of her, sending a slight shiver down her spine as she felt herself lose control, her body lightly spasming, sending her juices flowing against James' muzzle. He lapped them up contentedly, tasting her sweet nectar as it flowed out. After a few moments of resting, Ayla's breathing slowed to normal again, looking down to her pet.
"Good boy..." she said, murring softly and patting James on the head. "You did a decent job, and shall be rewarded..." she continued, smirking lightly, "once I'm finished playing with you, anyway..." Standing up, Ayla moved over to her bag, taking out some handcuffs. "Stand over here, below this bar." she said, pointing to a horizontal bar, coming down from the multiple bars that lined the ceiling. "Yes, mistress." James replied, doing as he was told. "May I ask what you plan to do with me?"
Ayla smiled, kissing his nose softly. "You'll find out." She answered, walking behind him and snapping the handcuffs to one arm. "Now hold your arms up." She instructed, and James raised his arms instantly into the air. She wrapped the handcuffs over the bar, pulling James' other arm up further so she could snap it in place too, leaving him stuck standing helplessly with his arms handcuffed above him. Ayla looked down at James' sheath, his cock now fully emerged from it and hard, his knot, however, still not formed. Ayla grinned at this, going back behind him to her bag, and taking out a rubber cock ring. She made sure it was the right size, then slowly slipped it down his length, under where his knot would form. "There, that'll keep you excited for a while..." she said, licking up his shaft slowly, then squeezing it's base, causing him to shudder softly in pleasure.
Walking back to her bag once more, Ayla pulled another few items out, doing something out of his sight. "No peeking now, pet..." She said, keeping him in the dark as he heard movement and straps being pulled. Then stepping up behind him and nipping his neck, Ayla slipped a gag into his muzzle, and strapped it behind his head. He shivered softly, wondering what his mistress was planning, when he suddenly felt a slightly cold substance get rubbed against his tailhole. After a few seconds of rubbing, Ayla slid a finger inside with ease. He let out a light erf, not having expected his tailhole to be probed. Ayla thrust her digit in and out of him slowly, working it around for a few moments, then slowly inserting another one, continuing the process. James tensed his tailhole around her fingers at the sensation, causing his now lightly throbbing cock to bob lightly in front of him, a drop of pre forming at it's tip. After a few moments, Ayla was satisfied, and moved behind him, positioning an object against his tailhole. "Now keep still, pet..." she said quietly into his ear, then with a thrust of her hips, slowly pushed her strap-on dildo past James' anal ring and deep into his tailpipe.
James gave a muffled yelp as the foreign object stretched his tailhole, finally realizing what she was doing. He whined at softly as his mistress slowly began to pull it back out, then push it in again, starting a steady rhythm of thrusting deep into his backside. He tried to keep as quiet as possible, but couldn't help but whimper now and then at the sting in his tailhole. After a few minutes, the sting started subsiding, being replaced by a more pleasurable feeling as the dildo bumped up against his prostate with each thrust. Ayla lightly bit onto the back of his neck, wrapping her arms around him, holding him still as she continued thrusting her toy into him with increasing speed. James' cock throbbed in front of him, dripping pre now and then as he was taken by his mistress, his knot slightly starting to form above the cock ring, which kept him rock hard.
Ayla continued dildo-fucking her pet, James moaning quietly around the gag, and moaning softly herself as the back of the dildo rubbed against her mound and clit, encouraging her to keep going. Her thrusting continued to get faster, the teasing starting to edge her towards her second climax. Soon, she shuddered softly, thrusting the dildo hard into James' tailhole, causing him to yelp as it forced itself against the back of his tailpipe. Ayla's body spasmed lightly a second time, her juices lightly running down the back of the dildo and dripping to the floor. A few moments passed, and she slowly removed the dildo from her pet's ass, unstrapping it and letting it fall to the floor. Panting softly, she grabbed a towel, cleaning herself up. James hung weakly from the bar, panting himself from the fuck his mistress had just given him, his cock throbbing hard and in need of release.
Ayla stepped up in front of him, tracing a paw up his length, barely letting it touch it's skin. James whimpered as he was teased, his ears flat against his head. "Well, you've been a good pet so far, so I guess you deserve a reward..." she said, gripping it softly and stroking it, causing James to emit a muffled moan. "Do you want your reward?" she asked him, looking up questioningly. James nodded, the best he could do to acknowledge her. She grinned, tracing her other paw down his chest, then slowly kneeling down in front of him. Taking his length in both paws, she massaged it softly for a moment, before licking up and around it with her tongue. James moaned softly around his gag, precum leaking from the tip of his member onto his mistress' tongue. She lapped it up, then slowly let his entire member slide slowly into her muzzle. James threw his head back and moaned in bliss as he was taken into her warm muzzle, feeling her tongue slide around his member.
Ayla lightly suckled on his length, and began bobbing her head up and down it, squeezing her paw around his ballsack, her other paw milking the base of his shaft as she sucked it. James hung limp from the bar, in pure ecstasy as her expert tongue ran around his member. He wasn't going to last long, and they both knew it. Ayla continued her mouthwork around him, moving the paw around his balls to behind him, once again finger-fucking his tailhole, sucking at him strongly, and bobbing quickly against his member. That threw him over the edge, and he let out a muffled, yet loud yowl as he thrust his hips forward lightly, his knot swelling and senses dulling as his load shot into Ayla's muzzle. Taking her time to swallow it down, then licking his member clean, she got back up, licking the side of his muzzle softly as he hung there, panting heavily and moaning as his waves of pleasure slowly began to fade.
Ayla collected her items laying around, putting them back in her bag. Picking up her clothes, she put them back on, making sure everything was in place - at least, everything that wasn't attached to James. James watched her, slowly regaining his senses and strength as he realized she was packing up, and starting to feel nervous. Taking something out of her bag, then zipping it up, she flung it back over her shoulder and walked in front of him, smirking. "There's nothing that turns me on more then a helpless little sub looking worried about what their dom is doing." She ran her empty paw across his cheek softly, then kissed it. "You were fun, but I've something important to attend to, and I really mustn't be late..." she explained, watching as James' nervousness grew in his face by the second. "I'm sorry to leave you hanging, so to speak, but..." she opened her paw, taking a key on a string out of it, and putting it around his neck. "I'm sure you could convince another dom to help you out." James looked shocked, realizing she really was going to leave him handcuffed there. He tried to beg her to let him down, but all that escaped past the gag were muffled moans followed by a whimper, which only made Ayla smirk.
"Don't worry, I'm sure someone around here would like you as much as I did, and let you go..." she said, and untied the curtain, opening it up, then looking back. "Oh, and I would hope to have those toys back eventually, so I expect to see you around here again sometime. See you another time, pet..." she finished, smiling as she turned around. James whimpered, blushing lightly under his fur as he watched her walk off casually towards the exit, leaving him there, naked and handcuffed, the cock ring still keeping him rock hard, all now in plain view of anyone who would glance his way.