My Vixen 3
#3 of My Vixen
After over four hours with a client, I am finally back home. It took far too long to discuss the same topic over and over, just to give the same answer.
I take off the jacket and loosen the tie a bit. It is a warm afternoon,so I step out onto the balcony.
My little vixen cannot hide her excitement. Her tail starts wagging and her ears swivel around as she hears me enter. She cannot see me due to the thick mask over her eyes.
I move my hand to lightly scritch over her muzzle. She looks messy with the big ball gag in her mouth. Recently I had gifted her some comfortable wrist straps with D-rings she now wears most of the time, her arms now bound together with a nice padlock.
Her collar is tied to the balcony's bannister with her leash. No locks on that, nor on the gag or mask. My vixen could have gotten up and moved, but she stayed kneeling on the balcony, naked and exposed, waiting patiently all these hours for me to return.
I gently scratch behind her ears. "Hm, has my girl learned her lesson?"
She gives me a slight nod, followed by a whimper. I grab her muzzle and hold her tight.
"Did my slave learn she should not speak out of turn?" I can feel her squirm a little as she tries to nod. "You will respond when spoken to only, especially when we have guests."
I slowly pull the mask off and look into her eyes. "Embarrass me again and you will have to spend even longer in time-out. Got that?"
She tries to nod and gives another whimper as I tighten my grip around her muzzle again. I may have been a little too negligent with her in recent weeks. I had assumed her training was mostly complete and that she knew her place. But a slave like her needs constant discipline. "Get up."
She stands up awkwardly. There had been times when she would blush or try to hide herself while exposed on the balcony. But by now she has been seen naked by all neighbours. And she knows I like to show off my property.
I let my hand run over her body, cup her little tits and squeeze. "Don't forget who owns you, slave." I growl and give her a hard swat on the bottom. "My toy should be seen, not heard."
After untying the leash, I remove the gag. She gives a sigh of relief. However, I leave the wrists tied. They're in front of her, so she can manage the rest of the day. As I play with her chest and roll one of my nipples between my fingers, I can spot her tail wagging. She can't hide it.
"You get another chance to show your best behaviour, slut," I say and pinch her nipple hard. She whines under her breath. "Get yourself presentable and wait in the living room."
She flashes me a brief look of disappointment, as I had just started to play with her. Little vixen is always needy and starved for my touches. But I get to decide when play time is, not her.
So she walks off into the flat to wash up and get herself ready. When I tell her to be presentable, she knows I will do exactly that: Present her. There are no complaints as she awkwardly showers with her bound wrists. The almost-two-pounds of heavy padlock probably don't help, either.
As for myself, I change into something a little more casual, buttoned shirt and loose jacket. A splash of water in the face and a comb through the hair. I will cook later in the evening - my slave is very sexy and decorative, but she's entirely useless in the kitchen.
My vixen takes her spot in the living room, by the TV. She knows to stand there and wait for me to call her - being all decorative, meek and quiet. By now I could leave her there for hours while I cook or watch a show. She makes for a nice piece of furniture with her white fur and perky little tits.
After leaving her standing for a few minutes, I carry over a glass of water. "Drink up, girl. Are you doing fine?"
She nods and gives me a wide smile, so I take the empty glass and stroke gently over her head.
But I leave her standing in her place while I prepare some food. It's best if she is not in the way for this.
Almost an hour later, the doorbell chimes. I could see my vixen twitch at the noise. I never tell her about guests or who they will be. It's not really a concern of hers. She has to service anyone I tell her to.
"Ah, Madame Victoria. And you brought your own pet, very cute."
Waiting at the door is a client, and a friend. She wears a tasteful, black dress and high heels. Her luscious tail out behind her, and together with her large feline ears, Madame Victoria's presence takes up much more space than her physique does.
We became friends over a common interest.
"Nice of you to pencil us in for tonight. This is Pup." Madame yanks a short leash to force her accessory to step forward.
Tied to the leash is a multicoloured canine of unidentifiable breed. Pup gives a smile from her face and her big, brown eyes. She has her arms behind her back to poke out her large chest. As slaves should be, she is entirely naked except the collar, which sports a large dog-bone shaped tag.
My eyes wander down to Pup's wide hips. The dog is short and nicely curvy. Across her lower belly below her navel, the words "Public Use Pet" are prominently set into the fur using perma-dye.
"Very cute pet. Please enter." Pup's stubby tail wags a little as I let the ladies in. "Please take a seat. Well, not the pet, I don't want them on my couch."
Madame chuckles. "Of course, they stay on the floor. Oh, my is that yours? What's its name?" Madame immediately starts to brush her hand over my vixen, cup one her breasts and squeeze gently. My girl doesn't move or make a sound.
"Oh, I just call her slut or slave. I don't think sex toys need to be named, you know."
"You don't? Well, you only have one, so there can't be a mix-up. But sometimes you need something to yell at them," she adds with a wink. "Awfully tiny chest. Did you know before you got this one?"
I smile, watching my vixen's face very carefully. She tries not to move a muscle. Madame's hand now moves down over the white fur, all the way between my girl's legs. There is just a brief moment of hesitation before she shifts her stance and lifts up her bound arms to allow access to her crotch.
"It's a preference. But to each their own, right?"
"Indeed, indeed." Madame's fingers stroke over my vixen's labia. Her hand retreats, and she gives a short nod of approval.
"Sit, Pup," she commands sharply.
I serve a glass of wine while Madame pets over Pup's hair. "You know, Pup is a pretty obedient pet, but from time to time she needs a big cock. Poor thing is craving the real ones, too. Not into that, myself, but I do like to watch."
Giving a smile, I lean over to pull on Pup's leash. The dog responds right away, crawling over with her stubby tail wagging. "She seems very friendly with strangers."
"A bit too friendly sometimes. I've had her for a few years now, we get along very well." Madame sips her wine. "First owner, too."
"Oh, same with my vixen. I mean, I had other slaves, but I like to break them in, you know? H-hey!" I can't help but chuckle as Pup starts to nuzzle on my crotch. I yank her leash to pull her back.
"If she is too nosy, just give her slap. Pup likes to be treated rough." Madame leans over and extends a hand to once again stroke over the fur of my vixen, whose eyes are fixated on the other slave in the room.
With a smile I look into her eyes. "Guess she's just eager to get her treat," I say as I unbutton my pants. "Hope she's as good a cocksucker as my toy."
Pup does not take a second to get back into position between my legs. Her wet nose sniffs the crotch of my pants and she pulls down my shorts with her teeth. I lean back as the canine tongue starts to lap eagerly over my hardening member. "Poor thing looks starved."
"It's been a few months since I let her play with a male." Madame pulls up her dress to reveal she does not bother with underwear. "Hm, can I use your toy while you're entertaining my pet?"
"Oh, please, you don't even need to ask." I look over to my vixen and wink. "She will take care of you any way you want." I can see her opening her mouth to say something, but then she drops to her knees. My little vixen is not really that much into other women. But she has to do as I say, and it's not her first time.
Madame gets into a more comfortable position, spreading her legs while Pup gets my cock all hard. I can't hold back a moan while that soft tongue laps all over the tip.
"Hmm... if the toy doesn't work for you, don't hesitate to scold her."
While my vixen slowly leans to kiss my guest's crotch just as indicated, I grab Pup by the long hair and pull her head down on my dick. She's going a bit too slow for my tastes right now.
I can feel Pup squirm a little, my fully hard member now deep inside her throat. "Hm, yeah, Pup, keep it steady." I press Pup's nose right against my pubes, my cock filling her short muzzle and bulging her throat right up to her collar.
I can feel the canine throat convulsing around me. This little slut is not as well trained as my personal slave is with cock. But I keep her head in position, enjoying how she slowly squirms more and more, torn between wanting to be a good girl and the rising panic of being choked by dick.
Just as she was about to start tugging against my grip, I let Pup go. She sits back and coughs, then looks at me with a dejected air. I just chuckle. "Bad girl. My toy can hold that without a problem."
"But she's not a good cunt licker," Madame muses playfully. She pulls on my vixen's ears, grinding her crotch against the vulpine face. "Pup, show the man where you want to be fucked."
The canine slave still hadn't recovered entirely, but her owner's sharp tone forces her into motion right away. Pup turns around and leans over the low coffee table, resting on her large breasts. She reaches back with her hands, spreading her cheeks apart to reveal her glistening folds, dripping wet.
I give her bottom a hard swat before I get up from the couch. "Looks like you know this a lot better, Pup." I tease her by rubbing my hard member over her sopping labia. With one hand I reach out to tug on my vixen's collar, getting her to sit up and watch.
The dog is getting impatient with my teasing. Her owner giggles and sips her wine. "Pup is more suited for my tastes, I must admit."
I can hear Pup whine and whimper as I finally push my cock inside her, and without a moment's pause I drill all the way in until my hips meet her cheeks. Her hole is wet, hot and inviting. There is a bit of resistance, but I force my way in. Pup is here for my enjoyment, not hers.
I give her only a moment before I pull out a bit and slam back in. My hands rest on Pup's hips while I thrust hard enough to stretch her. Pup groans and whines, but I see her little tail wagging.
From time to time I glance over to my slave. It is rather rare that I use another slave, and I enjoy it even more when she has to watch.
After making Pup's pussy a bit more comfortable, I show her how it feels to take a cock like mine slamming its full length into her repeatedly. Her fingers curl as she moans and whines. Her eyes close and she digs her toes into the floorboards to steady herself against my hard thrusts.
My fingers dig into Pup's bouncy cheeks as I try to keep her in position so that I can speed up. Madame's fingers are between her own legs, which seems to bring her more enjoyment than my vixen's tongue.
"Hm, don't hold back, please pump your seed deep into my pet. Pup is overdue to have her little belly swollen up again."
With a few more hard thrusts and a loud grunt, I ram my member in as deep as it can go. A few twitches later and my seed shoots into the pet's insides in long, vigorous spurts.
Panting, I wait for the sensation to subside before I slowly pull out. Pup pants even harder, resting on my table with her large bosom ballooning out from under her. She looks back over to me and holds her position, whimpering, while my seed dribbles from her cunt and flows down her leg.
I sit back on my couch. "Slut. Clean up."
My vixen gets into motion right away. I have trained her to lick my cock clean, and she likes to swallow every last drop. She gets to work right away.
After she's licked up all the mixed juices on my crotch, I tug on her hair. "Pup, too."
She looks back up with a pleading look. I pull harder on her hair without another word. She kisses my cock, slides down to kneel, and turns over to Pup's exposed bottom lips, hesitantly kissing then licking over them.
I nod over to Madame while Pup whimpers again, her stubby tail wagging as my slave focuses on lapping my seed without getting too much of the other woman's juices. A futile endeavour, as the needy canine is just as wet as when we started, still needy, even as she squirms at her own sensitivity from her recent edging.
"Hm, that's quite enough. Pup can have another portion later," Madame says softly before she offers her slick fingers to Pup, who licks them eagerly, whining and begging.
I hook my fingers into my vixen's collar to pull her back. "Of course." I tug away my softened member and zip up my pants.
Another tug on my vixen's collar. "Slave, why don't you take Pup with you to your room and show her all your toys. You two have fun, while Madame Victoria and I talk about business and other adult things."
Madame giggles. "Hm, yeah, well said." She beckons Pup to stand up; she does so with a whimper. "But don't forget you shouldn't have too much fun. Remember your rules, Pup."
The dog bites her lower lip and nods.
"I will call you back out when it's time to eat. And after that, we will see again about you pleasuring my guest, slave." And with a hard swat on her bottom, I set my slave and her new friend to her room to show off and play with their toys. What a nice idea, a slave playdate.
Madame giggles and downs her wine glass. "I'll have you know, my Pup will only eat from a bowl off the floor."
"What a coincidence," I reply with a chuckle. "Guess they have to share one, then."
A few hours later, Madame Victoria and Pup had left my apartment. I am now in my vixen's room, collecting the blankets and pillows to dump them into a bag.
Me and Madame had been mildly amused when we checked the room and found my slave using a double-ended dildo as a makeshift strap-on, to try and pound Pup just like I had before. Pup seemed to have fun, and I had told them to enjoy the toys.
Also amusing had been when they'd almost fought over the bowl. Pup seemed to take it more as a game. She is very playful, wagging her tail and pulling the bowl over from time to time.
However, what I hadn't found as amusing had been my slave's aggressive behaviour later on when I used Pup again. Madame wanted more seed in her pet, and I was happy to provide - but my slave glared and snarled when Pup wanted to kiss her.
What I could not excuse was the refusal to lick Pup clean once again. Madame had wanted to test my vixen by having her lick Pup to her first orgasm in weeks - but in the end, my slave had decided to embarrass me in front of my guest.
I drop the bag of pillows and plushies out the door and glare at my vixen, who is kneeling in the corner, staring at the floor. I grab her muzzle and force her amber eyes to meet mine. "I told you what would happen if you made me look like a fool again."
She met my stare, but could only briefly keep it up, before her eyes went down again. I sigh and let go of her muzzle.
"I've never been so disappointed in you before, slave."
Then I grab the mattress by the handles and heave it off the bed frame. It goes out into the hallway for now, until I figure out where to store it. The only thing left is the bed frame - I will remove it in the morning. The slave's room has a thin rug in the centre, just soft enough for her to sleep on.
"Yes, you just lost a lot of trust, slave. And a whole heap of privileges. Arms up."
To her credit, simple commands like that make her move immediately. Obediently, she holds out her arms. I grab the wrists and check underneath the wide straps for signs of chafing or other wounds. All seems fine. Too bad for her - she will remain bound up for the rest of the weekend at least.
I grab her muzzle once again. "Open up, slave." I grab the large metal plug I had shoved into her mouth like a pacifier. "Turn around, tail up."
Once again the vixen obeys right away: Chest down to the floor, knees wide and bottom as high as it goes, the tail out of the way. Exactly like we had trained.
She whimpers and gasps as I force the plug into her tailhole, lubricated only with her saliva. Holding her tail to keep her in place, I push until the widest part is in and the tail hole closes until only the plug's base is visible. I wiggle it a bit, and am rewarded with a pained whimper. She won't be able to reach it with her bound hands, either.
"Kneel, slave." Once again, I stare into her eyes. She can't hold my gaze. "Until your behaviour improves, this is all you'll be getting. Pup will be over a lot for playing." I lean down and grab her face, to keep her from staring at the floor. "I get to decide who I fuck and use. And it's not always going to be you."
No reply. I nod at her. "Good night."
After taking the laptop and the phone, I close the door and lock it. Seems like I may have to take out the paddle again.