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The fox lets Willa believe her toe's casual stroking of the sheep's sex is merely a mistake. Admittedly, the only control this woman-who is half Willa's height and probably weighed a bale or two of hay at best-has over the sheep is spoken word. But there is something to this surrender. The first step in Willa's journey, the first lesson in what the sheep can do under someone's influence...

The fennec at last parts the kiss, though her perverted toe keeps up the slightest wiggling. "Tell me, little Willa," she asks, confident without being smug, kind instead of commanding, "was that an informative experience for you?"

Willa blinks out of her trance, her hips rolling gently, finally acknowledging the toe. "I... y-yes, "she says. "It's amazing!"

"I'm pleased to hear that," her little Mistress purrs, her toe still offering the extra stimulation, "though I wonder if there's more you'd like to know about or if you would prefer to do something else, whether eat, drink, bathe, or rest?"

"R-right now?" Willa bleats. "I, uh, g-guessin' we jus' stop this w-whenever we want...?" she asks, not pulling away, just looking over the fennec. "I mean ah reckon' ah am I bit hungry after walkin' and all this."

"It is your choice," the tiny fox assures Willa, gradually picking up the pace with her toe, stimulating the lamb and providing more distraction. "If you'd like to continue now and eat later, you have that option; If you are hungry, however, we must deal with that, wouldn't you agree~?"

Willa nods sheepishly, grumbling a little as she moves her hands over her stomach. "I, uh, it's gonna feel weird eatin' when... when I'm so excited."

Oh, that twinkle of mischief in the fox's eyes.

"Well, do you remember where the kitchen is?" she asks. "We'll head back there, but we can have fun on the way. See how excited you can get."

They are upstairs. The kitchen is downstairs. Willa is naked. Her Mistress is not. How much more excited can the lamb get?

The fox is ready to answer that question, helping Willa off the bed and standing upright again. Their height difference is apparent again, and that probing toe is gone. The host's nimble left fingers replace it, the new dexterity letting her do so much more down there, move slightly and explore more thoroughly.

"I want you to lace your fingers behind your head," she instructs, "and follow me. We'll go slowly, but let me know if you have trouble while we walk."

Willa wobbles, the teasing of the fingers making her own fingers tingle as she lifts them over her head, her breath in broken gasps as those things insert into her. She can feel that the fox is holding something back through it all.

Once her hands are on the back of her head, she feels that chill in the air as the breeze from the door opening hits her exposed chest. "R... right... f...follow your lead..." she says, taking a slow step forward and then another.

The fennec's powers of observation are on full display here; she guides and teases Willa with one paw, opens the door with the other, and effortlessly leads the sheep while keeping a close watch on her facial and bodily reactions. She maintains a steady pace for her lamb's benefit, almost as if the fox isn't heading back to her kitchen.

This continues as they reach the stairs-two stairwells above merging into one grand staircase that faces the sizable foyer and front door-, but she stops Willa at the landing.

"Close your eyes, Willa," she instructs the lamb, sliding between her legs to avoid removing her fingers and effectively baring her fully, "and imagine that the empty space below you is filled with people, their eyes locked onto you. Oh, and you still can't cover."

Willa's hands twitch, jerking back to their original position in response to that last-second command. She squeezes her eyes tight. The phantom images of people, blurry and indistinct, fill her mind's eye. "It's... weird..."

"Weird how?" the fennec coaxes, her fingers still working their magic between Willa's lower lips. "Tell me the thoughts running through your mind. Explain to me what you're feeling."

"I... I should be embarrassed, but... but I'm not. I am, really, but only a little? Maybe it's just that I'm nervous instead of ashamed?"

"Nervous about what?" the fennec asks, now adjusting her probing to more of a slow rotation, every once in a while grazing the sheep's clit. "Are you... enjoying this too? Being seen... not permitted to cover... which do you like more?"

"I, uh... n... not being... ab... e....le...?" she says. "I wa-want to, buh-but you won't let me and... mmmmm."

"I see," the fennec remarks, her free paw and tail brushing against Willa's knees. "So, if I were to instruct you to kneel... here and now... and use your arms and hands to ease yourself down... do you think you would make your sensation weaker... or stronger?"

Her tone is authoritative. Not really asking a question but demanding the hypothetical into existence.

"S...suh-stronger?" Willa gasps, shuddering at just the indication of the suggestion. Though her knees shake, she lowers herself slowly but surely as if she had been commanded, as if she wants to be controlled, to lose herself in this trust and care.

Despite giving instruction, the little fennec still helps her lamb settle into position, mindful of potential strain and discomfort; Willa's new stance, though comfortable, can't get up from without assistance.

"I think", the fox remarks, gently rubbing the pad of one finger against the hood of the sheep's clit, "that I'm beginning to understand you, Willa. You desire someone to show you your limits, help you experience, and push past them." As she speaks, the fox slowly drags that finger up the center of Willa's body, extra careful to stimulate without unbalancing her, ensuring she remains stuck. "As long as someone guides you... as long as your situation is under control, I imagine there's nothing you couldn't do."