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Willa's foxy mistress sits on the bed, looking the sheep in the eyes. "I'll be listening to you, of course," she assures the lamb, "but being on the floor or bed might be your difference between keeping control... and surrendering it."

"S-shucks, I don't even know what I'm doing, and you think I should have control? W... what kinda stuff could I do to you? I don't even..." she gasps, hands on her cheeks. She falls to the floor, blanching.

The fox swiftly rubs over the sheep's back and shoulders from behind, her mouth by her left ear. "Oh, don't worry. I meant control over what happens to you. I'll lead. I'll guide you, just like I said, but control means you still have a say in what I teach you. Keeping control means you can limit what I do. Surrendering control means you trust me unconditionally to teach you... to please you... to care for you."

"C... can I change my mind later, M... miss?" Willa asks, shuddering, relaxing her shoulders, hands on her knees. "I think... I'd like to try things out how you'd like, but... I'm a bit s... scared?"

The fennec assures her. "I'll teach you a special, simple phrase if you're ever truly uncomfortable, but there's something else you'd need to say... to confirm your surrender to me, Willa."

Her voice now lowers as if to impart a secret to the sheep. Her fingers continue to relax, continue to offer soothing safety. Her voice offers the enticing lull of discovery, excitement, and, perhaps, danger.

Willa closes her eyes, enjoying the feeling, her tail twitching, her ears flicking. "Ah... w... what is it?" she whispers, entranced by the voice, the actions.

"I belong to you, Mistress."

Such a simple phrase, delivered in hushed tones, but the meaning behind them is formidable.

"Aah?" Willa's body freezes for what feels like forever. Then, energy burns throughout her body, giving her goosebumps, making her nipples perk up, and enflaming her womanhood, just from those words from this stranger. She can't help but breathe a breathy, quick, lusty, "I... belong... t-to you, ha... Mistress!"

"Kneel on the bed, little Willa," the fox murmurs, her tone and attitude not changing much, but her words bear more weight after the pact is sealed. The fox is now Willa's Mistress and the lamb must follow her instructions.

Right?

Then again, her new Mistress is helping Willa stand back up, so she is hardly a cruel tyrant. Perhaps this won't take much adjustment.

"Thank you," Willa whispers before climbing onto the bed, sitting on her knees, her tail flapping, her arms squishing her breasts together in a demure posture. "L-like this?"

"Hm... you might need a little flexibility", her Mistress replies, hopping onto the bed with her. "Scoot up just a bit... sit back a little... spread your legs some... lay the back of your hands on your thighs, palms up, and... relax."

The position makes her a little more vulnerable but doesn't have her standing at attention. It is comfortable, letting her enjoy the plush feel of the bed.

Willa takes a deep breath, closing her eyes and letting herself relax. "W... wow, this is rather nice..." she says with a hushed sight. "Thank you..."

"Surely you don't think I would suddenly not care for your well-being, little Willa?" the fox coos, shifting forward on the bed to touch the lamb more intimately, her paws delicately pressing her breasts, expertly testing their texture and sensitivity. "I may be your Mistress, but you are my responsibility."

Willa blushes deeper, tilting her head down and opening her eyes to watch the fennec as she kneads her breasts. They are big and bouncy, and those paws on her feel so nice. "Ah, y-yeah, just... th-thanking you..."

With a smile as she closes the distance, the fox slips out her tongue and licks between Willa's breasts, briefly and lightly. Meanwhile, her nimble fingers close in on the sheep's nipples, flicking and rubbing the hardened nubs, yet still testing, her eyes glancing up at Willa's face occasionally to see what her actions cause.

Willa watches, her head pressed against the fox's face, breathing heavily with eyes half-lidded and gasps escaping from her. This new world opened up and made her squirm and sigh and even, just barely, moan.

"You've never done anything like this before," her Mistress confirms. "Have you ever been kissed before? Ever touched yourself?" She leans in again for another lick, this time at the front of Willa's throat. "Would you like me to teach you how these feel, too?" she asks, still giving the lamb-her lamb-a choice, making this experience memorable.

Willa looks aside, "Ah, I mean, N... never with someone," she says, tilting her neck.

Another lick, as if gingerly accepting the offering, moving higher. The fox stands on the bed, her paws clasping WIlla's cheeks, before uniting their mouths.

The fennec claims Willa now, but it doesn't feel predatory; there is a protective element, rather than a hungry one-a physical promise of safe guidance, even as the fennec's tongue prods at the sheep's to make the experience as sensual as it deserves to be.

Willa returns the kiss, but she doesn't move the rest of her body. She keeps herself in that submissive state, just enjoying the experience. However, her tongue shows sparks of eagerness and energy that she can do more, provide more if only she unlocked herself.

Tender, enticing, exciting, sensual, patient-the kiss is so much, yet so little, a taste of things to come while still somewhat tame.

That is until one mischievous toe nuzzles against Willa's womanhood.

It isn't rough, nor does she enter. The fennec unexpectedly intimately touches her lamb yet acts as if the kiss is all that matters, even though they both know differently.

Willa bleats, trying to ignore the surprising new detail. Perhaps it was unintentional, and they are still just kissing. The lamb finally gives in to grasp the fennec, sighing into the kiss, keeping it up, just enjoying it. Yet, that little press of the toe pushes Willa further, making her kiss with more desire, more passion.