I Exist To Serve - Chapter Three -
#3 of I Exist To Serve
Bound paw and wrist, the young stag finds himself at his new masters mercy...
I Exist To Serve
Chapter Three
© Cederwyn Whitefurr
14thOctober, 2021
All Rights Reserved.
I could not abate my fear, my master holding me there, his grip firm but gentle, as he stared into my wide eyes and smiled.
"You probably mate like a stag too, don't you?" He asked me.
I swallowed the lump in my throat, not daring to look away or answer him without his permission. I trembled again as he caressed my sheath and made me utter a weak whimper.
"Control yourself Doe," He warned me. "You will obey, your own instincts you will suppress, do you understand?"
"Yes...master." I whispered, ears flat and trying to desperately hard to obey.
He smiled at me, yet in his eyes I saw the glimmer of the potential anger lurking just below the surface. I would do anything, to be shown kindness, mercy and affection from him. My past was my past. Although I had been conditioned to cruelty and what was done to me...
I mentally kicked those thoughts away, for fear they would show in my eyes of my body language. I was grateful my new master could not smell the fear that clung to me.
He released my sheath, then gestured to his bed.
"Go to my bed, lay down, now, on your back."
Obediently, I done as he told me, laying in the middle of the bed and feeling its amazing comfort and softness as I sank down slightly into it. I'd never known such sensation! It was almost how I'd imagined laying on a cloud would be! It was so soft and giving, yet supporting of my weight.
He looked down from the side of the bed, then grinned at me. I knew not how to interpret his smile, so I kept my eyes fixated on the canopy above me. He knelt down at the far corner and out of the corner of my eye, I saw him lay a thick leather strap with a hobble attached to it.
A hobble? Why would my master need to hobble me? I know not to try and run away...
"Up..." He spoke, touching my leg.
Obediently, I lifted it as best I could, then he enclosed my ankle with the hobble and tightened the buckle until it gripped tight. I was confused and not understanding, before he moved again and did the same to my other ankle.
Restraints? Whatever for? I wondered.
"Are they tight?" He asked.
Experimentally, I pulled against them and he looked down.
"Good, now, lift your back up!"
Awkwardly, I did as he told me, then he pushed a firm cushion beneath my rump and lower back, which raised them up.
"Now, my pet - " He smiled at me. "Your left paw, give it to me."
I held it up and out for him, as he snapped another shackle that was bound to the leather strap. This too was affixed tightly to the bed. Again, I was asked to test it. Whilst the shackle was tight, it did not hurt, just prevented me from slipping free.
"Last paw, now!" He growled.
He shackled my last paw, binding me tightly to the bed. Satisfied, he left for a moment then returned just as quickly. I heard his footsteps in the thick carpet, but dared not look at him, keeping my eyes closed.
"Your head, now!"
Awkwardly, I raised my head as best I could, then he snugged the leather hood over my head and tied it painfully tight under my chin. Now blind, I couldn't see even if I'd wanted too! My paws and ankles bound, I was helpless and immobile on his bed. Only my hearing which was accurate enough - heard his satisfied exhalation. Carefully, I took a shallow breath through my nostrils, but found them useless to me. A multitude of scents from the candles and flowers in this room overwhelmed me.
He sat, or knelt, on the bed and I sensed him leaning over or towards me? I couldn't tell. Suddenly there was the soft whiff whiff whiff of something being sprayed? I couldn't tell, all I could do was suddenly twitch as I felt a fine mist settle over my nose and exposed muzzle.
I could only now, smell whatever he had sprayed me with. In one swift, calculated move, had he deprived me of my sense of smell, denying me yet another way to assess my surroundings.
"Good..." He grunted, then there was a clink of something being placed on the bedside table.
He got off the bed and walked away. I heard the click of a lock, or maybe a key? I couldn't tell. After a moment, he returned and sat on the edge of the bed again, his weight pushing down on the edge.
What was he going to do to me? I was blind, almost incapable of touch as the hobbles and shackles held me firm. Would he torture me for some sadistic pleasure?
Fear built within me, I couldn't help it. I was helpless, so very helpless, I knew I couldn't escape, fight or even...
URK!
I felt my neck pulled down and back as _something_clicked and lashed my collared neck to what I assumed was the headboard of his bed.
"I think that will do little doe..." He growled, then patted my belly and I gasped, feeling his fingers were now wet and decidedly sticky...but from what?
I felt him rise off the bed, then move again, but I did not understand where or what he was doing. I could breathe - just - but could not lift my head off the bed. Same was for my paws and ankles, more than a half inch in any direction and I was held firm.
Indeed, I was helpless, belly facing towards the ceiling, blinded and deprived of scent, I could but lie and wait for whatever he had planned for me...
"Pretty doe..." He whispered.
Even my hearing struggled to hear it, so quiet did he speak. I heard a wet squelch sound from the foot of the bed and this only added to my fear. I felt weight there, but it was elusive and...
My mind began to turn fuzzy, I was light headed and growing increasingly incoherent. Had he used some sort of drug in whatever he'd sprayed on my hooded head? I shuddered and tried to cling to my rational mind, but it fluttered away like a frightened bird.
"Give it a few more moments little doe, to take effect on you." He snickered.
I quivered as I felt sticky fingers on my ankles, gripping them tight. Slowly, the weight increased and I tried to make sense of it as his fingers moved to my knees, my thighs... my...hips...
Barely conscious, I struggled to retain a sliver of myself as I felt him reach down with one hand and grip my flattened tail then pull it down.
"Keep it down little doe, or I'll cut it off..." He growled suddenly.
Obediently, I snapped my tail down as hard as I could, the tip brushing against the coverlet. I felt vulnerable - not that my wedge-like tail could have stopped anything...
"Good little doe, you'll learn and...now..."
I felt pressure against my rump and he sighed in pleasure.
_No, I'm not...he's going too.,.._Thoughts flashed through my mind, but I was unable to grasp them.
He guided himself against my tightly puckered sphincter then pushed forwards, his lubed penile head parting my muscles and easing inside me.
"Oh...you're a tight little doe...aren't you?"
I felt him pull back, then push forwards again - sliding a little deeper - before he placed both hands on my hips and in one forceful thrust he drove his entire length inside me.
I'd have cried if I could - punishment be damned - as he was unlike any master or their cruel toys they'd used on me before! My drugged mind tried to equate it to a miniature stallion one master had forced on me once...
"You feel...wonderful little doe...so...tight and warm..."
I could do nothing, my mind ensnared by whatever he'd used on me, I was completely incapable of resisting or even answering him...
He dismounted and drove himself again and again inside me, whilst I made incoherent moans, my tongue hanging from my muzzle as I was taken like the doe I was, repeatedly and with vigour and intensity...
I felt him press against my prostate again and again and again. Normally, this would have brought me to arousal and orgasm effortlessly and multiple times at that!
Yet I was what I was....
A slave, a doe...
Thoughts of my own pleasures were so deeply squashed down within me, I couldn't have become aroused if I'd tried. My master's pleasures were paramount - somehow - I retained this thought in the drug induced state I'd found myself.
How long did he claim me as his doe? I do not know...but at last, he gripped my hips and arched his back, slamming against me once more before he grunted and I felt his powerful orgasm flood into my body. Pulse after pulse send its tendrils throughout my nerve endings and I squeezed down with my muscles, milking my masters length as only I could - praying to pleasure him and please him - for sake of a kindness - even a pat...
He slumped down onto me, gasping and panting. I felt him wilting within me and for this I was thankful yet fearful - for he had given me much of his seed and I was terrified if he dismounted, I'd surely make a mess of the coverlet...
"Such...a slutty...doe..." He mumbled, his words slurred and disjointed.
I held myself still, until I felt him twitch - even semi-erect, he remained deep inside of me as my paws and ankles began to ache. I could do nothing, except lay here, bound and tied, listening to his snores that thundered next to my right ear...
I had pleased my master, I was sure of this...in this, was I content...
To Be Continued...